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Dave Synk · 05-14-2017, 09:59 PM,

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I've been gone for almost 10 years off the screen. Spent my life at the Barrier Gate. Helped the people as much as I could with various things. Improving the power grid, sometimes even some... smuggling. Nothing major, just some premium food. I had some contacts on Curacao that had access to the VIP market of all kind of goods. The surplus was supposed to be recycled but he brought it to the Barrier for the refugees the base had. Poor families from various worlds, victims of slavery and all kind of real tragedies.

I didn't do any research in these years, but i kept my documentations, my data that I got from my years of work inside Horizon. I have relay that makes me connected to all news and breakthroughs in science and all. I've checked carefully the rise in power of different organizations, shifting of powers. It's quite an interesting dynamic in this cluster of stars when you take the bigger picture. Standing on the side and watching all the events, is like a pure Brownian motion. I made habit to sleep with a plasma pistol under my pillow. I worked on that little darling all the time. Even now.. improve it, adapt it to newer standards, tweak it for extra affinity.

And all that because I still have nights when I have nightmares because of Horizon Station. I think my life will forever be haunted by the atrocities I was first-hand witness, worked even to and to what it turned into. And that horrifying voice wakes me up at times. I made a reflex to pick up my gun and aim to the door. I almost shot once a pal who brought me some parts for a personal project. My aim was always to improve the society I live in. And the start was on the lowest of levels. Helping the people in need, towards great progression and evolution of the human society. We are evolving. Differences are clear from what the human was several hundred years ago, to what it is now.

In these years at the Gate, I started to create my own little laboratory for genetic study... experimental technology, bio-mechanical augmentations, all that kind of nerd stuff as my wife would say. I really miss her, I never heard from her for ten years. She had the redbox if she had to go onward without me. More over, I miss my son. I will never forget myself that I've abandoned him to.. whatever he managed to become now. If he lives. I hope he does and is doing what I always wanted... to contribute to the progress of mankind. One way or another.

Even termination of it, can be a resolve if the path is totally deranged. Like it was on Horizon. Humanity evolved in it's own destruction at that Station. I learned at least, I adapted and I know I will teach and well, already did with a good bunch on the Gate. Heh, I started to have a small educational group for those that called the Barrier, their home. Simple courses of physics, chemistry, biology, psychology and well what I know best. I remember this kid that came to me and asked me if I have a family and if he could be mine. I was moved... but I considered them all my second family. They are good people, hard working ones. The station administrators allows them to live there for free, eat, sleep, if they work to maintain the facility. It's a good bargain. And it works. A hand washes the other, so to speak.

Everyone calls me Gee, Mr. G, Professor Gee. Not that I really like it but at least it makes my name less knowable. That's what I wanted in the first place. To hide. Some years ago, Bounty Hunters came to look for me. I was not given out, despite they could and receive a substantial award. But even for them, the risks were greater. I've been looking on the activity around the systems and the Navy is very present these days. Anomalous groups arrived even. Some told me to stay away from them. Being dressed like the common folk, really doesn't put me in the light. It serves the purpose well. As I was studying the rise and power of some groups, I noticed one that apparently has some interesting goals.

As far as the information was provided by various Freelancer pilots, they are known as the "Auxesia Battelgroup". Apparently they claim to that their desire is to advance human kind and try to find a way to co-exist as remotely as possibly with the Nomad entities. Because after all, they are inhabitants of the Sirius cluster, despite the denial of the Sirian population. But for that I needed a vessel. Thankfully, I made some good friends around the Gate and... well... I can say there is a huge variety of people on that. With all kinds of legal or illegal contacts. I had to call for all types to help me out. Some friend of mine managed to retrieve from Austin an old Pelican armored transport. With some touches here and there it was as new. Basically he stole it, changed the IDs and it was all good. I accessed the blackmarket favors and I got some interesting piece of Royalist engine tech, a strong piece of armor from some LABC wreck and it was done.

I named it "The Atlas". Like in the ancient mythology, where the titan held the hardest burden. The fate of entire Earth. For me... it represents the people I cared for these ten years, the ones I've lost in time and those I will help and continue my work. My lab is still there, I took the important equipment on my vessel. Even got some volunteers with me. A biologist.. a medic, an experienced ex-soldier and physicist. One I recruited since he was my.. student so to speak. Ophelia Rogers, she was passionate about biology, a refugee coming from Coloroado. She was a biologist before but she had an unfortunate encounter with a slave liner. Her escape was accidental and she came here. All of them found refuge to the Gate like me so .. we had a common ground. And all of them wanted redemption, a better life even adventure.

I am thinking about my son. Maybe I will meet him in this vastness of space ? Who knows... I ran into an old preserved song I had access during my work in the Navy. As I said before, I had access to all kind of secret things, despite that I was not allowed. I ran into an ancient archive of Earth. There it was a specific song that touched my heart that reminded me of my son.

"Sweet child in time
You'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
Good and bad"

I wonder... if he drawn that line.

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