The pain surged throughout Ze'ev's body as the cabin de-pressurized. Holding on to the control panel he felt his body being pulled toward the gaping hole in the bridge. His mind quickly ran threw the past few hours. Ze'ev had been called by Hogosha Elder Ryuu, to help stop yet another Junker transport, this one carrying synthpaste. As Ze'ev raced to the scene, the Junker docked, on a Kishiro base. "Those bastards, they have turned their backs on everything it means to be Kusari." he couldn't help thinking to himself as he felt his fingers slipping from the command console. Ryuu had stayed at the station on the lookout when someone yelled in system about a Dragon nearby, Ze'ev's heart still racing he made for the Honshu jumphole, as he was on his way there, he heard Ryuu cry out over the comms, and his sensors reported the destruction of the Hogosha ship. Ze'ev made for the station again, finding a KNF gunboat, about to tractor in Ryuu's pod. This Kusari had attacked the Hogosha? Ze'ev was enraged, opening fire, he laid into the KNF gunboat, attacking with a ferocity that pushed the naval GB away from the station, allowing a wing of Hogosha light fighters to move in and recover Ryuu's pod. Ze'ev continued to beat down upon the KNF ship, dropping it's shields and eating into it's hull, suddenly a second KNF gunboat showed up and placed itself in between Ze'ev and his prey. The second officer pleaded for the ships to disengage, but the only thing Ze'ev could see was red, and he contained his assault on the offending gunboat, forcing the second to jump into the frey. Ze'ev knew he was out gunned and did not stand a chance, yet he continued on, pushing and pushing, suddenly the hull cracked and he felt the vacuum pull at him as he wall disintegrated.
Ze'ev knew he was dead, and he slowly resigned himself to it, slowly letting go, ready to throw himself into the vacuum of space. He no longer knew what he was fighting for. The KNF defending Junkers, GC supporting the Bretonians, Kishiro looking to undermined Kusari at all costs, and now Samura...Samura was working with outsiders on a regular basis, all the while funding the FA attacks on those same ships. Kusari was not the place he thought it was, it was not the place he was fighting for. Just as Ze'ev was about to let go, a voice cried out in his head. It was the voice, Ze'ev knew instantly, the one that had spent months in his head, hiding in the distant edges of his consciousness. This time though, it was clear as day, the voice had both tone and volume, it was real as Ze'ev alway knew it was. "Do not let go, I have work for you yet to do. You will have your vengeance on those who betrayed you, and you will be given the power to shape your own impact. Do not let go, reach out and hit the containment command on the panel." Ze'ev without really understanding why, reached out and hit the panel, feeling the emergency hull containment shields kick in, Ze'ev dropped to the ground hard, smashing his head against the bulkhead. Slowly he felt his gaze become blurry, his mind began to fog over, the last thing Ze'ev heard was the voice, "You will get your things, you will go to Tau 37, and you will meet the Hellbound...he will show you home." Ze'ev slipped further into unconsciousness, his ship, drifting lifeless in space.
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