These are the chronicles of one Aaron Catan, born on Planet Toledo. Local entertainer, obsessed with magic and dark arts. This, is his story of oppression....
"Remember remember, this I say
There shall be no sun, no light of day
No laughter, no joy, no fun, no play
Unless, of course, you come my way
TO THE MAGICIAN!
Come one, come all
Be entertained...... But for only, today..."
--I'm standing outside the Cape Hope bar. My words seem dark but enticing to them, the pilots for the Order, possibly drunk, definitely skeptic. Even some local children have come to see me today. I make them gasp with a few quick tricks, not magic, just simple slight of hand. They've only seen the surface of what I can do.
[color=#990000]--Time to spice things up a bit. I take out a miniature guillotine, placing my finger beneath the blade...
"When I release the lever this blade should remove my finger no?" I ask them, an opening clause for a lengthy trick. I hit the lever and the blade falls... I lift it slowly, lifting my hand to show my finger was indeed still there, fully attached to me.
"Its a fake!" A fella in the back of the group yelled before I could continue my act. "It doesn't actually cut ANYTHING! Let me show you!" There is a mummer of agreement among my viewers, idiotic fools. But alas, this is what I actually look forward to.
--As the man steps forward, it becomes apparent by his attire he is a pilot, probably back from some 'great' mission. A mindless tool for the great 'Order', such an incorrect use of the word...
"You sure you want to do this?" I ask him, hoping he wont back down.
"Lemme see that!" He grins, excited to expose me for the impostor that I MUST be.
--The blade falls and the fool let loose a roar of pain, his finger falling to the floor. I hide my face as I grin in pleasure at this idiot's expense. The group of people gathered near to get a closer look, not everyone seeing what happed at the first glance. Some one... Was it me??? Accidentally crushed the fallen appendage under their heel in the rush to see the result of the pilot's endeavors.
--"Its gone!" A child yelled, the only one brave enough to state the obvious. The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving me and the fool standing alone against the wall.
--Curses filled his lips as I humbly stood there with a dark smirk on my face. He was mad, this was good.
Finally the words came that I wanted to hear. "I should kill you right here and now maggot!" He said under his breath.
He was a large, strong man. And I, skinny and short. But I am..... Different...
The moment the words left his mouth I gripped his jacket, lifting his feet off the ground and pinning him against the wall. My eyes locked on to his for the first time, my gaze, fixated. "Give it your best shot! MAGGOT." My voice a harsh whisper.
My strength surprises him instantly. And I see in his eyes what I desire.... FEAR
--Though I would have enjoyed a further conversation with this dirt of Sirius, I was pulled away by the local forces. Looks like another visit to the prison on-board Battleship Isis... A place closest to home for me. My dark past now present on my mind...
--They throw me into the large community cell, mostly full of 'POWs', but they keep us home brewed disturbers separate. I'll be out within the week, the Order likes the keep the appearance that the have no 'crime'. It'll give me time to practice my newest.... trick. At least the fella's at the cell are a better audience for my acts.
A figure, hooded and cloaked, a fading makeup covers his face...
--My past.... This cell brings back memories. Faces similar, the mood, never changing.
[color=#990000]--I was but a boy transitioning into a man at the time of the incident. "You'll be a pilot someday, just like me." My father would say. But I didn't want to serve the Order, or anyone for that matter, my dream was to be my own leader, my own boss, and not be ruled by inadequate laws and rules. I had no desire to be apart of a corrupt system, every man was evil, no one was righteous. But young thoughts running through a young man's mind...
--The indecent, I hear a knock on the door... I answer it. A dark figure stands tall over me, all I could make out of his face was the glint of his eyes and a sinister grin... Everything goes black.....
--I wake up slouched against the bathroom, red is everywhere..... I look to my hands a see a knife, stained in blood. Strewn about me are..... body parts. A severed arm, a skinned and punctured torso, fingers and toes laying everywhere. A real nightmare. And then..... his head. His eyes gouged, you could see the fear left imprinted on his face as the dark figure was torturing him. Oh father, if even a distant one, he was my only hope for a normal life. My last attachment to a unruly world. Armed guards now entered the house, they looked upon me as some mangled and horrific monster.
"Get him!" One yelled. I struggled against them, trying to stay with the remains of my father. But they were stronger than me. For the last time in my life, tears ran down my eyes, a look permanently imprinted on my face...
--Twenty-Four years.... That was my time, along with my rights to ever leave planet-side, aside from Isis, stripped away. If and when I was let out, I was to be a service to whomever came to the Order's cold homeworld. No specific job description as to what I would do to 'serve'. Just so long as I stayed quiet and out of the way.
--For the first four years I would spend my time with but one companion, a POW from a battle long ago. A man I now owe my all to. The only one who really.... understood me. I will never forget that first day...
"How long?" His voice stressed from age.
"What?"
"How long are you here?"
"Forever... Or close enough." I look down, "I didn't' do it."
"I know son, I know..... We should start."
"Start what?"
"Getting you ready."
"Ready?"
"Yes... For when you get out. Listen carefully to me, learn, evolve, and you will be a master in disguise, a Lord of deception and mystery... No one, will EVER, hurt you again."
So began my study of the dark arts. And my education, quantum physics, advanced relativity, manipulation of various dimensions, history, and of course, my revelation on just how horrendous, each and every being in Sirius is... No one deserves mercy...
--Criminals..... The real hero's of Sirius. The lawful's call them a stain, but they are really the light... Murders? Purifiers...... Pirates? Liberators..... Lawless? Righteous...
[color=#990000]--I am surrounded by my brethren, bonded together by the equal hate of those that put us here.
The real scum, the dirt of humanity, are the ones who shunned us from a normal life, who stripped away our rights and turned us into animals. The corporations and conglomerate groups that create 'organization' in Sirius. They only seek self gain and profit, not caring about those around them.
--If only I could influence this universe around me.... But I am alone, with only my few comrades at my side. Thieves, Killers, and the Insane, to whom I especially like. They love me, they would follow me if they were not contained within these's cell walls. They say I am unique, because I am not held within permanently, I can leave almost at my pleasure. Granted I am the son of a highly decorated Order pilot, so I am shown special 'Grace'. But in its own way I, too, am locked up; locked up on this rock of ice, never to leave, never to share my ideals to the fools of Sirius. I am contained, chained to my own special post....
--I have to get out..... I must share the Light..... I plan with my brethren in the few days I am in their cell.... [color=#990000]I know my next Trick...
Aaron Catan- A speech to his fellow inmates during their LAST days locked up...
"My brothers... This I promise: These dark days shall be written in red. In one swift illusion, our enemies weapons will be turned against them! Their greatest achievements will be their undoing. And with my help, we shall be liberated... But if there are those who would deny us peace; refuse us our rightful place in the universe, then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that generations yet to live will cry out in remorse! The enemy can beat our bodies, but they cannot break our spirit. Even now they wish to take what they cannot claim by right. They cannot imagine what awaits them. WE WILL SMITE THE EVIL FROM THE HEAVENS! Never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one mind, one heart, one soul. We will invade their dreams and torment their nightmares. And as their last breath tears from their lungs; as we rise from the darkness of the shadow... they will know: Sirius belongs to the Magician... Sirius belongs... to ME.
Aaron Catan, born on Planet Toledo. Local entertainer, liberator of the imprisoned souls of the Order, obsessed with magic and dark arts. This, is his story of oppression.... and his climb to infamy
Madness: The Madness Begins...
ALERT!:In an unprecedented turn of events, what is thought to be 58 of the Order's
most dangerous have escaped on-board, and seized, a nearly finished Order Light Assault Carrier;
which was undergoing finalizations and a skeleton crew transfer via the Battleship Isis
in Omicron Minor before her maiden voyage. Authorities are blaming this rash, though successful,
escape on the plans of one Aaron Catan. He is described as 'psychotically upset'
and very dangerous! The vessel and rag-tag group of terrorists was last seen fleeing Omicron
Delta, headed for the far reaches of space. Stolen Light Carrier seen fleeing the Order in Omicron Minor
"The best trick, can never be revealed..." -Aaron Catan
--For -one year- we have waited, biding our time, living at the edge of extinction... Our time has come. The stage is set, the curtains are being pulled back.
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