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Jaduriin. the Holy Speak of the Emperor Who's wisdom is Our Salvation in teh Sea Of darkness, this universe. The left hand to the anak ar's right hand. the spiritual elite and writer's of canon. initiates were those humans born with the spark of power. those raised to brotherhood were those who survived the trials of earth. the deserts, the jungles. the intrigues. the fire and the ice. few were chosen. non humans born with the spark were extreminated along with all of their line. non humans born with the spark were blasphemy. they named their world Earth, after that fabled legend from myth. The place wher eman was first tested, with only his spear, and his mind. and so did they test their young. th jaduriin were known for their cunning, their resolute devotion to scripture, the fury of their passionate faith, and their unbending coldness. the enemies of the jaduriin were given no mercy even beyond the last. a prisone5r coudl expect to live longer than his seed, kept alive in one of their hells tortured unto the last, and ever concious of their sin. it was a fate no kind being would wish upon anyone. The 237th incarnation of The Emperor once said "for those who are enemy of my Left Hand, I have the greatest pity."
and were had just landed on their doorstep. "it has to be some kind of mistake." i begam, "i am not one of these madmen. how... why?"
"what do you mean?! you must be totally insane to pose as one of the brotherhood!"
"pose? i said nothing of the sort. i said nothign at all!"
"your clothes! YOUR HAIR! only judariin dress in so much brown, and only judariin and anak ar wear their hair like that!"
"my clothes? these rags are what i could afford in exile on a deserty world! and for fuck sake i was of the red anak ar! damn you stupdi woman, you have destroyed us both! ever if we lifted off right now they woudl destroy us before we reached orbit. do so now it is much better than staying!"
"maybe you are destroyed but i bet i get a juicy reward for finding a heretic such as yoruself. this ship is going no where, adn we're not going anywhere but out the hatch, so let's get to it."
that i could only repay this woman's initial kindness by seeing her choke until eternity on her greed saddened me. one should not grasp at others as one is pulled into the fremal pit. we exited the ship, her pistol at my back, and surprise on the faces of the clerks who manned teh dock. her announcement of my impersonation made them only point their weapons at both of us. she did not know. we were both doomed. blackness descended as the stun rays made contact with flesh. oblivion was never so welcome before.
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