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Three Winds Logs. - HuggieSunrise - 10-29-2010 Background Info Cult of Sirius The space in tau 23 was interrupted by flashed of razor fire. Two Trident gunboats harassing a battlegroup of IMG ships. Two of the img gunboats shields where being harassed by several rookie fighters Two ships. Temple.Three.Winds. And Shakka Walls Fell fired at the Large Aegis battle cruiser firing clumsily at the gunboats through the thick asteroid cover of the system. 3wnds: The diggers taste righteousness! Shakka: SHAKKA! (Im going to kick your butt.) They taunted the IMG ships mercilessly using odd phrases. Concentrating on hitting each vessle, not ignoring them and picking one gunboat to die, then the next... 3winds: Its autonomous dispatched the beast beads in perspiration seeing the fangs of the wolf! Shakka: "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra!" (im with you) The two ships took fire to their shields Cruiser razors and mortars began to fire wildly as the ships hull started receiving damage. 3winds: Villains devils and murderers they'll cry! Shakka: Mirab, with sails unfurled They spoke shortly after as the battle-cruisers react to began to go critical. Escape pods launched... No loss of life was intended, merely a show of strength. These particular IMG where capturing and harassing Morphs and Nomads that venture into Tau 23. The trespass was unique and demanded the cult of Sirius action. They did not pirate indiscriminately, only those who fed those that actively waged war on the "divine". Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 10-29-2010 Three winds was a normal brown haired brown eyed Maltese man, somewhat thin, from his copious amounts of cardimine use. There was a normal use, a ritual use of those who live on Malta, but the cults use of the substance was a test in endurance. It also kept the reigns on who was the most devout. Few got past the first plateau of overdose or :ordination: to ascend in levels of responsibility within the cult. There was a small risk however... Some while tolerant of the ordinations, only a few have been seen or deemed worthy of being the next master teacher. Three Winds attempted the right with Mar Saras blessing, but his blood was weak. "Three Winds, your blood rejected the divine nectar... And while your spirit has proven to us all that you are righteous in the defense of the divine the ability for you to transcend your flesh cannot be done in meditation alone. Take one of the temple sabers, armed with only the gifts you can take with you into the next incarnation. And find the vision I give you." The disease thins the blood until the heart stops. Three winds only had three days to make it to the shrine that was given to him telepathically by Mar Sara... he had already began to shed orange tears that stained his skin. The people of Malta knew it as thin-blood, and had long ago known how to avoid killing fields workers and landscapers who made thier days go by quickly. But it identified the cult members... many of the people on malta were devout catholics still, at least the plantation owners whom Three winds was initially raised. Three winds had to be helped in to the cockpit... and took the long journey.. To the ruin in the purple clouds....... As hundreds had done before him for decades... Three winds had the idea and held it dearly that the gods would see fit to put him in the place that Mar Sara was now... he felt as if the unseen forces of the divine were with him.. were coaxing him forward when he felt the pains of the withdrawl and the hazyness of overdose to survive this far.. Why now? WHY FAIL NOW? ... he stopped for a moment.. traversing the tau 23 jumphole... What venimous thoughts was he taking to the temple in the void? ... Perhaps it was true.. his flesh was weak he was already hating MarSaras wisdom.. ... he felt timid the rest of the way onto the breach in magellan and Met a Morph and a freelancer... as if they had been waiting there... he spoke timidly.. no long bound by the rules of the order.. he greeted his fellow human.. and the Divine master child.. "I am dying.. I am looking for the ruin so it brings me peace.." They both asked him his story.. and he told it .. as much that mattered. The morph showed both him and the other freelancer the ruin... it was as MarSara had given him... "Rest.. How I cant wait.. to rest.." The gate was unlike anything he had exsperienced... As well as the ruin.. but at this point being nearly blind he felt the beating heart in his chest. lack of food Water sleep. He hoped.. as the sabre entered the irradiated chambers of the station.. he would find peace.. Was there a transition? Three winds.. seemed to.. feel at rest... sleeping.. but waking more.... and more... Re-awakening. Rebirth.. Leaving the mortal coil.. behind.. Nothing of the previous life was needed. Just the devotion. Just the loyalty. Only the love he learned for the divine. A new mind. Had become complete. Reincarnation? no. Transformation? Possibly. This was not some consciousness transfer.. The mind of a divine being was of many... And these new waves.. These new forms required many lives to be complete. Three Winds hand helped this mosaic come to life. A new generation. Come to light. Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 10-29-2010 Searching seeking... "The warmth is there. No Its all. All is warm?" The beginning thoughts of the composite the form of the morph young and hardening to the vacuum... The tendrils instinctively sought out metal "parts" and took them from the remains of many lives given to the tapestry of what it would come to refer to as 'ours'. Tendrils and arcs of electricity unbounded couplings found circuits and capacitors in the weapons that adorned three winds once meekly armed craft, a gun here.. a shield generator there from another member of the cooperate of Ninlil. All of the ships had something to offer.. their occupants gone.. the tearing of metal and hull. "Discord in all these parts, we break we tear apart, wait.. We? us. Ours. They are ours.. we.. are.. 'We'." The morphic body left the shrine, its ... odd ability to know when it was time.. The morph floated out by instinct.. its body catering to the needs of the energy with it..the precious "stuff" of light.. the "source" of what was known as 'ours'. Confusing concepts where brought under the order of what could only be felt as... a feeling of growing bigger. larger then the one self Three Winds or any of the others begain to fade not into a void but a growing of light. each flame brought closer, closer, closer still.. *** We are/is form Ninlill placeholder/identity of 'our' parts *** It emanated through theta waves out into the void of the ancient system around it. Like a cave it echoed in the radiation, Absentmindedly It found other minds, Familiar strangely yet unknown. Ninlil still had difficulty emanating thoughts stuck in an almost unconscious dream of many symbols becoming ordered into a single shining light. The source was elsewhere yet present within itself but the source was also itself, around it... Old ideas slowly died when it approached the fortress. For some reason... it started to actually "see" things instead of sense them in the way you would see.. instead of the way the blind Zen master in a pitch black room hits the bullseye... obviously the former rice farmer who studied the aspects of zen had a long and arduius path to get TO the point of hitting the target because he percived it "within" but the sences of Ninlil and that of its mind parts... were adapting and finnaly found the impulse to open its "eyes". And ion storm was approaching... and Ninlil recalled speaking to two outcasts.. one in a large piece of metal.. and another in a smaller peace.. they sheltered it. And it knew this was the way of his people .... oops. Its parts people. It wondered if remembering its parts was important or not. It continued to listen to the warmth and power of source thought and source energy.. it felt immense when it joined with the "nest places" hidden in the darkness of the clouds. but none the less it felt like an infant only.. reverse.. instead of being oblivious and not aware of being oblivious... but being accustomed to thoughts but not the "natural" thoughts. Some creeped in.. it felt like breathing rather then thinking.. *** ideas/thoughts create/reveal -disruption- ( frustration ) *** but on the other hand listening to source.. was.. natural. ninlil felt like seeking more natural things and began to avoid darker older thought patterns ninlil craved calm. Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 11-03-2010 Frustration continued to plague the little one. ninlil had encountered many of these "Dark Minds" or "Separated Thoughts". Determined they where like ninlill only not of the light. This lack of light was total. It was insanity to see that these metal things with fear so ready to react with hatred and dim fire. The dim fire was like its own claws, ninlil knew its ability to hurt//maim//kill dark minds was from darkmind//parts as the little one could not bring the light "out" to extinguish their shadow forms. In the place of white and yellow pebble/bits ninlil found a small shadow speaking seemingly about ninlil. It circles the small hussar border patrol craft as it called loosely to others to look at ninlil when the Horny metal thing appeared. It let loose terribly more powerful dim fire. The darkmetal viel dissolved and Ninlil for the first time had felt fear. Quickly it cried out. *** Darkmind dimfire hurting 'ours' (!) *** Scrambling away and not thinking ninlil noticed it had perusers. It must not bring parasites into the nest. Rather then return to the nest in the thick flat clouds.. Ninlill found and hopped through the leeds jumphole... And wandered... It seemed its course was involuntary... A pair of lane hackers even became annoyed with its communication... Was that it? Do the dark minds speak in shadow? Can the light/source harm dark minds? They must be separate but when paired they are separate as well. Frustration gripped the little one how such things could be so unfair to think its need to communicate would be seen as harmful or fearful. Turning to the background noise of light/source the little one found itself in a helium cloud... idly following a pair of ships.. one filled with gas from the cloud. Ninlill watched as they took it in and blasted frozen pebbles of the cloud to suck in. Ninlill tried this game found it quite fun and exclaimed it so. *** Pop rocks fun! (excited) *** The ships didn't respond right away but it wasn't in fear or frustration.. whitch was a first... ninlil was perplexed when the long metal ship of gas said to be careful "friend" these letter symbols the dark-minds thought had small meaning behind them. not like Light thought where the fullness of each word is expressed. ninlill started to understand a little more where there is darkness and seperation in the darkminds there was also diversity... albeit a shadow of it. Light source called the little one home soon after the Great metal ships of the navy quite literally "asked" nin to leave the system. again. another first. nin preferred being asked.. to being shot or shooed away. Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 01-19-2011 An indeterminate amount of time has passed... Light took form and channels of thought and empathy took shape. Ninlil felt the mastery of many songs.. or shapes in its mind.. An adult Morph form.. Fighter-warform.. The curious Wild song-drone.. armed and bristled with power. it was almost too easy... to use against.. -prey- Ninlil was tempered with the discipline of non other then the final soul to imprint on the share that made him. It was only through three winds that Ninlil comprehended the Sharing of the void-striding.. cruiser-war form.. and to share the zenith form the great song and sing it with namtaras song within the essence of the great marduk.. Still growing.. yet to be birthed into the dream. Essences of the morphs mind the "seed" had flowered and flowed freely... But a piece of this mosaic dragged against the flow. It was within moments he felt the presence of his master..meditating within the ancient copper pyramid in the temple of the apocalypse on Malta. "Mar-Sara-Named... 'ours' Sing-Three winds...song... 'ours' -share- (love)" Galactic distance snapped tightly to an old man... long in years seeing so many promises and hopes die in the annals of history..and faith.. The hopes were the hardest.. But that voice of his grand nephew touched him. Tears spilled from old eyes.. there was.. proof in his heart.. The long years spun him into a withered husk that had telepathic and telekinetic powers no mere man or woman would dream of having... but the cost of such discipline... the years of coming to terms with ones self in the eyes of the divine ment.. No family. No home. Just acolytes.. cultists.. exsarchs and wind-callers. Three winds mastered each path of the acolyte... He spoke in tongues and gave respect when it was due and when his enemies spat in his face. The divine had rewarded him with eternal life... It did not.. feel like a lie anymore.. In that Moment.. it was the only reward for faith the master teacher ever experienced. Being shown the promise from the ascended aliens.. was different then reciving the salutation of love from a lost... and dead child of his own family. Mar Sara.. remembered the Catholic temples he attended as a child.. prayed on his knees with his family. But it was only to him the blue angle of space spoke to. And later the beings of light that gave him dreams.. Was it their dreams given? or has he intruded.. by.. gods hands? It did not matter.. any longer.. Three winds awakened.. if the Light he was permitted.. he would preach the word of the children of the apocalypse.. himself.. now and long after mar Sara passed from this universe. Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 02-23-2012 Father... *he said.. three winds stood over the dying and old Master Teacher, the old man that had raised him and brought him up within the cult.. from Thomas.. to Three Winds.. to death.. and beyond.. ..mar Sara was about to embark on the next great adventure.. And no other Acolyte had returned.... Except for him.* Father... I am back. I am here for the mantle. and to see you into the light. *The old mans eyes parted.. opening they wouldent focus but they where good enough to see.. by some miracle the face of this boy he had called son. Thomas's parent had died like so many Maltese in battle needlessly... but his brothers grandchild needed a parent and he was all that was left.* Tommy.. Child.. There so many questions.. *he rasped* ... *Three-Winds knew time was short.. using tele-empathic abilities afforded to him he gave the daying figure sight beyond sight.. sences to see and hear, giving failing orgains information directly to his brain.* "Father, I did die... I spent years as a shade int he mind of the morphs, and a footnote in the great light of the mindshare.. But now? We are more human then you could possibly imagine. yet you.. now embark on the old path many more will take. A great adventure." *The old man didnt speak.. but for one sentiment he held in his mind as the Mar Sara faded to. "I shall fear no evil." * ... Three-Winds released the hold on the now quickly chilled body. he looked tot he nurses aids and waved them over. "The Last master teacher is dead. As his successor.. marks a new era for the paturnal Sun... as the Feminine moon has long since set." *Three-Winds traveled quickly to the chaimber of the Nine.. the Nine members had suspected the passing to come soon.. Three-Winds waste no time speaking. to Them.* "I have Stayed Silent to questions you have posed of me. I have gone unanswered to you and this is because I was dealing with the guilt of millions.. and the Guilt of a past life. My father.. the man who reared me is now dead. Everything I was taught by him and Mother Nysk remain within me. Lo' what is left of her knowledge is within you... And the one with her "Glamour" remains ignorant of her true power. That is why in accordance to the scripture of Ninea and Aenin. I speak now that the age of the Mother has passed." *Others in the chambers gasped... The High Mother Always has lead the cult.. what Three Winds perposed was.. near treasonious.. ans some shouts begain to utter from the Exarchs.* "Mother has always led! Because Man knows not!" one said. "Foolishness! Lies!" many more exclaimed. *The Amber and purple light exsploded from three winds eyes int he typical fashion of the infested flaring its power... setting off the Nines Mind-share link they all spoke in unison.* "This is the 6th wave, the advent of the children of the apocalypse has come. We tend the nest in her absence and now must create the city of light upon Malta and all her children will know only beauty. We will Illuminate the willing before the Darkness of the 7th bell tolls." *The light faded... everyone withing the chamber stayed silent. Three-Winds Spoke alone..* " The 7th Bell will ring, and the shadow of death will come upon everything. We do not know what form it will take.. The humans, The Alien A.I's, The cosmos, or some more ancient threat yet undreamed or forgotten... We cannot afford fear. For after the bell tolls and we emerge victorius.. the Gold age will dawn... and Mother Will Rise again. Many of you will not live to see it but your children will. Our Brave new world and its wonders will come." *The nine began to speak as one.* ~Three-Winds -Revenant- The purpose to fill as "Father" of the Light walkers begins. Unearth the ~7~ Signs Reveal -The Darkening- so that all who walk in light may prepare.~ *Three Winds nodded and left. it was time to unearth tools from his former life... His trident.. and His new tool.. a Bayonet required "infusion" So that he and he alone could use them and be recreated in the case their material existence be destroyed. Hecate was given the ship.. before her death she left in in tau-117 that is where he and the wild would retrofit both ships.* "Tell the Sanctuary's AI is it now an exarch of the Cult and may operate with its core body if it wishes.. Orb is to research further ruins and relics for the sake of uncovering the Darkening." *the orders where issued to the coterie of acolytes that typically accompanies the Mar Sara.. even if he was only so but a mere matter of minutes. The Bayonet took off... Three-Winds Enjoyed its responsiveness and its small stealthy size.. ... The mind-share creeped into his thoughts.. so many agents and feeds of information flowing through the light..... Yet a grea threat loomed... there was still the minor threat of the traitor.. Should be be recovered by the order... There could be.... issues.* Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 05-20-2012 "Mar Sara" A voice on the radio awoke. Three-Winds looked to see who it was from, Windcaller.. someone new. "We hear the wind." he said. "Harbinger has approached the Nine. It speaks of one of the three. it wishes you to meet it, ask it if it knows of the vaults, and the darkening." The voice directed. "Harbinger longs for its family, Then I will find it. How are the kits coming?" TW asked. "Well the Apocalypse lab has reported Gallicia has received 15 more pods from the divine. Several different combinations for different genetic traits. The Alpha test failed..." The voice said in a low tone. Three-wind was troubled.. alpha test was a 18 year old from the slave pens he had liberated witht he help of Crying Man... the memory of his friend disturbed him.. his betrayl understood but.. he would want to know of the girls fate.. "Thats.. vary sad.. make sure there is a true funeral.. we were her only family." thomas said. He turned the ship out of patrol mode and directed it for the outer reaches of liberty... "Did Harbinger speak of the gallic activity?" he asked. There was a long pause and there was conferring... "Many have been indoctrinated and embraced... He repeats that only the willing is to be infected. He calls them.. the Charlemagne... We found the Kings Childhood friend.. he is a strong intellect, but damaged emotionally. He relies heavily on the light, but the pain of this man is great.. So it seems harbinger is still working directly upon this mind." the voice stated. Thomas nodded.. "It may seem Gallia will be the only house to see the light as it is. Truthfully.. times are changing.. If we are to have a chance aganst the coming Darkness... The other houses will be too late to change thier tune about mans place in the universe... At least one house will be able to prepare. I am about to jump.. Light be with you.." He said. "Eternity lies ahead of us. " the wind-caller said closing the transmission. RE: Three Winds. - HuggieSunrise - 02-04-2014 Cult Hours of The new Apocalypse. Three Winds Speaks. Two years ago we embarked into the void to transplant what will be yet another long shot, a seed that life in the human form would continue. I can not help but think all the spiritual essence residing within the mission laid out by the path of cataclysm are completed. Ishmael saw for the first time a Civil war. The working class outgrows the families now, In the old families greed to rape a sector for hired hands they are deluded into thinking they even matter again. My vessel is capable of great sealth.. So I flew to the North Western Hills and plantations and beckoned the Decons and other plantation owners to come. They accused me of abandonment they accused the divine of abandoning them. I said merely.. "What is a drop of rain compared to the storm." The Deacons thinking I was quoting scripture brushed off my explanation.. And a dark shadow loomed.. something that I had not felt in a long time. an age old cold impulse to ...purify. to kill. I said simply.. "We cannot hurt one another lest we hurt ourselves, malta has done so, its divided itself even with cardamine the stubborn human need to quivel and establish superiority amongst itself won out. It will be some time before we can be trusted. Before... You humans... You Ishmael can be trusted." They were hushed.. but the head deacon.. this..man this fat pig of a man raised a weapon to me and fired it. I felt the wound... but it was their folly as without my suit protecting them my poisonous essence leaked out. it was a matter of moments before the old church was filled with the bodies of the dead.. For a time I sat there.. on one of the pews in contemplation. Are we too sick to continue? I can see insolence is a virtue if its controllable but these farmers envisioned themselves as bosses, as cartel and not followers and light showers to the divine. I walked to each plantation and removed the cancer personally. The Temple AI still functions.. rife with hacking attempts and order viruses it managed to teach me the events , the roundups of cultists and oracles by the Agent known as Balor. A single red eye is his calling card "beware the eye" the warnings said "beware he follows the dream and follows us." Cybernetics seems to be better tools than the divine estimated. Without their protection many of us have vanished. There are a few devout left that I can count on who have recently installed the required devices onboard the flying temple. Balor my old friend hunted us nearly to extinction and oddly.. he himself is now missing.... We will be vigilent we are the storm.