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Cpt. Kovodnik

A belligerent, but disillusioned Oriyak Soviet and Ovskerkapitan (1st Grade) of the SSOR Army, he has inherited command of the Soviet bastion, now disarmed, on Terra.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic

So begins...

Cpt. Kovodnik's Story

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Cpt. Kovodnik pressed apart the doors with an audible creak as the stepped through the bar -- adorned in the unusual battle armor and fatigues of the Soviets, the soldier was obviously Scatterran, but his lack of identification as UCON or any of their subordinates would have drawn attention from those that kept a vigilant eye. His bulky tunic was bound and pressed firmly to his body by the ammunition bandoleer, magazines and hand grenades dangled freely from the simple fixtures as the Soviet brushed past the bar. His breathing mask released a slow, grinding noise from its filters before the Captain tore the device from his head. Revealing a closely kept, handsome Oriyak commander beneath the equipment. As he turned over his shoulder to the bar, the Oriyak regarded the bar with an almost distasteful look as the door opened to reveal a duo of similarly equipped Oriyak Soviets.
"Di noved spodzic, nolk yavlkev onig voyte," His Oriyak was a fluid sentence, a sign of a true Soviet as the duo of Oriyaks entered the bar with wary eyes.
"This ... this is the Terra?" Came the mechanical voice of the Soviet as he neared the Captain's position. As Kovodnik watched the soldiers, he also cast his glance across the patrons of the bar once them; if ever met with eye contact, the Captain would seem to take a cold, almost inconsiderate visage when observing the Terrans.
"Watering hole, they call it ... Place for boos' and butt-fucking, huh?" The Soviet remarked to his comrade before striking off at the bar. Even the Soviets drank.
"Mmm ... boos'." Kovodnik remarked under his breath before crossing his arms over his chest.

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Cpt. Kovodnik had seated himself on the far end of the bar, separated from the lesser Oriyaks whom were conversing belligerently at the opposite end in their native language, a quick back-and-forth of words and expressions that could easily annoy passerbys or eavesdroppers. The Oriyak language was an almost constant exercise of one's vocal abilities, and was recognized across Coalition territory as a difficult language to understand, much less speak. As Captain Kovodnik ordered his standard, Tysili vodka fermented from the planet of Hadden. The fact the planet itself was annihilated was what made the vodka so valuable -- of course, Kovodnik would cough up the currency for it, dropping several Oriyak Kiedmar, the new Soviet dollar, onto the counter before nailing back a shot and noticing the music coming from a performer in the corner. Kovodnik remained vigilant and silent to the core, however.

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Cpt. Kovodnik turned his head over his shoulder as he downed a final shot. Emptying the Oriyak bottle, it was little more than a few shots, Kovodnik scooted the empty, chilled glass to the side before he placed his hands on the counter before him and removed himself from the stool. Seated, he still rested well above the Taiyou woman; but standing, the Oriyak reached a near height of 6'7 as he focused his gaze down to the Empress below. The Taiyou may not know of him, or his people, but he certainly knew of Empress Takayama. The two Lieutenants at the far end of the bar had ceased their communication, partly to admire the music and to observe their Osvkerkapitan.
"Greetings, Empress ... Pridvet." He addressed the woman with a low tone of voice, though he had never seen the Empress other than on television or photographs, he had the slightest suspicion that she would be ... taller.
"This ... hole ... is certainly no place for an Empress, you certainly most be aware of the galaxies conflict." The Soviet was stone cold in his speech, emotion apparently devoid from the Oriyak. It was by then that he had noticed the music, if only because the two other Lieutenants were enjoying the music as well.

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Cpt. Kovodnik narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman, obviously not registering the humor of the Empress, a Taiyou female who certainly did not understand the Oriyaks, switching places with the Captain. At the thought of having to rule an empire composed of Taiyou, however, the Captain seemed to grimace. Though as his neutral expression returned, the Captain noted the confidence beaming from the Taiyou; a treat even Oriyaks seemed to lack in this day.
"In my home, Empress, there is a saying ... " Kovodnik's voice trailed easily at the mention of his home, a planet long dead from warfare, but still an enigma of happiness and stability in the Captain's mind.
"'A man may lose his sight, but he will never forget how the gift of sight.' There's another one I discovered on Terra as well ... Keep it simple, stupid." Kovodnik seemed to actually smile at the final part, as if he had remained blissfully ignorant to the silliest of sayings.
"But no, I do not believe I am qualified to be Emperor, Empress ... I did not go to school long enough."

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Cpt. Kovodnik inspected the bottle in a wary, gloved hand. It definitely appeared similar to the Oriyak blend, though of course the lettering and description matched no Scatterran brew he had ever encountered. Taking a tentative whiff of the vodka, Kovodnik took a quick pair of drinks from the bottle before placing the bottle on the counter. Noticing the woman's slight accent, he found it much easier to see the woman as the Taiyou Empress.
"Alcohol is not to be used to clean, Empress ... it should be used to renew," Kovodnik said while pouring a shot for the Taiyou, and then one for him. As he drew the bottle away, he made a quick effort to cap it to maintain freshness and vitality,
"Das vadi spatchev, Empress -- For the Fallen," Kovodnik remarked before downing the shot and simply exhaling to banish the effects. As the duo of Oriyak Soviets from the end of the bar approached their Captain, directing Kovodnik's attention to the trio of Scatterrans that entered the bar. The Captain appeared to stiffen at the sight of the Azrican woman, before simply redirecting his attention toward the two Lieutenants.
"Captain ... Empress," The Soviet Lieutenant replied before placing his hands at his shoulder straps and leaning against his riggings.
"The Scatterrans over there ... Azriks, podvutchka, they aren't wearing any ID." The Lieutenant remarked, his voice enunciating the Oriyak slur against the Azrican people, podvutchka, dog.
"Watch yourself, Lieutenant ... We're gained what we have desired, and we will keep our agreements." Kovodnik replied, hopefully displaying to the two subordinates below him that just because the Coalition had violated their race for countless centuries gave them no right to instigate conflict where peace has developed. The Oriyaks were given their own domain, proven by Kovodnik's presence.

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Cpt. Kovodnik notably cocked a brow at the sudden inebriation, certainly the Empress was tiny, but he was sure she would've had to drink more to become ... this renewed. As the Taiyou directed her drunken stammer toward the Azrican and her entourage beyond, the Captain stepped up from his seat and placed one gloved hand on the back of the Empress, a firm hand to steady the woman when she could so simply topple from the stool and crack her head or something. Kovodnik pointed to one of the Lieutenants, who had almost instantly recognized what his task would have to be.
"Empress drink just little too much ... No more alcohol," He remarked, his hand reaching across to bring any wandering hands away from the alcohol before he jostled his head toward the Lieutenant, who quickly shrugged his shoulders and moved to the side of the Empress.
"We have agreed to humility, Empress." Kovodnik replied as the Azrican across the bar addressed her crewmates, who appeared to be removed afterwards by an associate.
"They are nationals, I'm certain, Vasilik ... Now, she had to have an escort -- Einrecht, check out front to see if there are any Loyalists with her." He ordered, before allowing the other Lieutenant to tend to the drunken Empress while the Captain removed the liquor from the table. He certainly didn't need the Empress getting any more wasted.

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Cpt. Kovodnik turned toward the Azrican woman, noticing the majority of her entourage was dedicated elsewhere. While Kovodnik himself despised the Azrican through no reason but sheer existence, he was forced to stay his tongue -- even across the expanse of the Coalition, the Azricans were an arrogant an self-entitled people. Kovodnik seemed to grimace toward the Azrik, a quick exhalation from his nose proceeding before Kovodnik addressed the Taiyou Empress; originally believing she had just pointed to empty space.
"Motoko-Kun ... Should make efforts to take you somewhere more, productive for an Empress," Kovodnik regarded the shimmering anomaly with a rather disgruntled glare; the Oriyaks had a rigid code of ethics, and approaching camouflaged, akin to hiding in the grass like a rat, would've drawn quirky glares from the Soviets.
"And you ... Where ever it is you come from, the rules are very different here, capsuleer." Kovodnik remarked with an hateful finish; capsuleer's were a growing portion of the Scatterran population, but many of them were still despised across the Coalition, a violation of the tenements of countless religions.
"Stall yourself -- civilian or not, capsuleers are just as hated outside of Coalition territory, as they inside of it." There was some truth to his statement, though even the Oriyak Soviets were delving into capsuleer technologies; even laws of God must be broken to ensure the survival of the fledgling Oriyak Republics.

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Cpt. Kovodnik had turned himself from the Taiyou and her protector, fairly confident that Vasilik and this 'Motoko-Kun' could at least handle the Empress. Standing before the Azriks table, the Soviet's eyes burned with an almost inhuman hatred; as if he was the consolidation of all three of the Oriyak Soviets present in the bar.
"I'd rather watch my home burn than join the hedonist masses -- unlike you I have proven my loyalty," He returned; he had watched his home burned, ruined by the corporate resolve and drive of those liberated from the bonds of mortality.
"The body may now resist the grips of time, but the soul has been delivered to the Constructs -- You're a damned husk walking. Plugged into your machine."

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Cpt. Kovodnik furrowed his brow and tilted his chin upwards; the Oriyak was raised a die-hard Communist, a belligerent Soviet and an even more opinionated Oriyak. Tensions between the Azrican and Oriyak populations have been a staple of Scatterran culture since the days bounded to the dirt and earth of Scatter. True to his form, the Azrik was simply the consolidation of everything the Oriyaks had come to hate in the struggle for their sovereignty.
"Have I ever needed to know one? Atton Station -- six thousand settlers killed in orbit alone, capsuleers slaughtered them like rats. It was just a check in the bank to them." He returned; Atton Station was a conflict between a joint Navy-Capsuleer strike team that launched a surprise attack on suspected insurgent holdings in the Outer Empire that resulted in a combined death-toll of eight thousand, a majority of the dead civilians.
"Nearly fifteen years have passed, capsuleer, but the wounds your kind have left are still very real." He said, drawing the sleeve of his left arm up and turning his wrist towards the woman. The small tattoo on the Soviet's wrist was a serial number, followed by four letters reading "SSOR". The Soviet State of Oriyak Republics; the tattoo itself was synonymous across the Coalition of racial prejudice and the segregation that had resulted from the insurgencies that shocked the Outer Empire, and the entire Coalition, years go. Kovodnik had spent nearly six years in the Oriyak ghettos following the insurrection, where woman and children were left to starve while the men toiled uselessly in production factories and industrial sites.
"And what challenges have you faced in your life, Azrik? Your hands helped place this number on my arm, and your way of life helped pen my people in the Republics ... Have you seen the pictures of the ghettos, capsuleer?"

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Cpt. Kovodnik felt a certain anger boiling from within him, as if charged by the scribbles on his arm. The gauche of the capsuleer to address a Soviet like he was at the feet of the civilian would have drawn his blade immediately if he had been any younger. The Oriyak was's piercing eyes narrowed at the Azrik as she approached. At the talk of a wager, the Oriyak seemed to almost burst with hatred at the suggestion that he would take the bloodied money from the warmonger. Though as she continued, and a million Cays was offered, the thought of providing for the six cousins and other relatives that have failed the protocol for emigration to the Soviet Republic, still confined to the ghettos and squalor of the Eastern Republics.
"You think a Soviet would accept money from a warmonger? I need no more blood on my hands, capsuleer." He remarked spitefully, though it was evident in his voice that the money could certainly help those close to him.
"You have no 'personality', you've sold yourself to the machine -- nothing but a militarized whore," The Oriyak remarked spitefully.

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Cpt. Kovodnik took the Taiyou yen in his hand, crumpling it in his fist before dropping it on the table before her. That was what the money meant to him, a simple crumpled piece of paper sitting on the table. The Taiyou woman's words appeared to simply slide away from the Oriyak as he stared down the capsuleer before him. As the two other Soviets approached, distrustful glares and hushed words came between the two before the Captain turned toward the soldiers.
"We are done here ... Sodoskid nadasiv -- We're leaving," Kovodnik remarked; though with his turning glance to the Azrik, his standard steel demeanor appeared softer, as if the suggestion to discussion instead of segregation had actually turned a gear in his mind. Not tonight, he would not allow the capsuleer to toy with him so easily, but perhaps this one deserved a second look. As Kovodnik was held by the arm, the Oriyak made little effort to remove the woman before turning toward the door.
"I am required elsewhere, Empress, we are a very business few ... " He replied, hoping that his necessity to depart would somehow entice the Taiyou to depart as well. As he turned for the doorway, the trio of Soviet officers made for the door before Captain Kovodnik turned his head over his shoulder toward the Azrican.
"I have no desire to 'get to know' that which has brutalized and ruined our way of life ... " His voice ended in a rather low tone, as if something he had long forgotten was suddenly at the surface.
"But you acting different than them, makes you no better than any of the ones you will become."

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Cpt. Kovodnik peered down at the furry animal that had connected with the billowing foot of his greatcoat. The Soviet was garbed in the heavy, complete combat gear of the Soviet Army; a large greatcoat attached to a y-strap ammo belt and a heavy plate carrier. As the Oriyak pulled off his breathing gear, his curious eyes glanced downward at the fuzzy animal.
"Hmmm ... Da vadye havnek riskt yenyta vowsdueek." He returned to himself, angling one knee slightly before stopping down toward the animal, almost testing if it was violent.

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Cpt. Kovodnik peeling his hand back from the small beast as it tore away from him with a squeal, he accounted for that fact that it was definitely more frightened by his presence than he was by it. He followed the creature for as far as his vision could before it disappeared between the legs of a table the the business of the tavern. Returning to his stance, Kovodnik tightened his grip on the sling of the rifle behind him before striking towards the bar; making effort to mind his footsteps, lest he harm another creature.

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Cpt. Kovodnik saddled himself into the stool at the bar, before his gloved hands were tapping away at the holographic menu. Completing his order, Kovodnik hefted the other hand onto the table, depositing his breathing mask and face gear, before shrugging off the sling of the rifle and letting it rest vertical against his stool. The Fk-98 rifle was an 9.6mm automatic rifle, equipped with the holographic sights and underbarrel flashlight standard to the Oriyak Soviets, the Captain eagerly accepted the bottle of Oriyak Stovnoski vodka and two chilled shot glasses it came with.

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Cpt. Kovodnik had remained vigilant and stoic in the few minutes before he could simply feel the existence of the Azrik. As the woman took position at the bar beside him, the Soviet wore bright grin as he poured from the stout bottle into a single glass. Ignoring the second, he simply placed the bottle on the counter and pushed it a few inches down the bartop, toward the woman who was so intently paying attention to him.
"I pay to use two glasses, not one." He remarked boldly, a little push to an already stressed relationship, but something that seemed to evict a sort of relaxed expression from the Captain. Returning to his shot, it was soon directly in front of him, while the other empty glass was scooting down the bar from a simple push from his spare hand.
"But you'll be paying soon enough, so I don't see why I can't share."

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Cpt. Kovodnik pushed his own shot glass away with one gloved hand; the glass and it's liquid moved quietly before coming to a rest before the Oriyak turned his eyes toward the woman, his gaze was narrowed as the woman grabbed her glass and spoke. He was minus the entourage this afternoon because he had simply vacated his standard posts within the Embassy. Sure, someone soon would more than likely find the Captain had suddenly been replaced by a Corporal, but if he wore his hat well enough he had a good two hours before then.
"When I was a boy, my father would always get angry at me for playing in the house ... " He said, Kovodnik turned toward his glass of vodka and observed the chilled glass for a moment.
"Every time I would ruin something, or break something, he would send me outside to a hill nearby our townstead. He told me to go out there and just watch."

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Cpt. Kovodnik nodded with a certain delirious eye at the mention of the rougher parenting tactics. It was a staple of Oriyak households that violence would cure the worst of a child's behavior -- in Kovodnik it certainly did, though the memories of a few broken bones and black eyes instilled an air of character in the Soviet, not some crutch for him to cry over later in life.
"My father would always reserve my punishment for the sunset, however. Where I lived, Tja Plains, on Hadden, the planet was perfectly aligned with the center of the galaxy ... It was the home of the Gods." He ended, the softening memory of sitting beneath a tree watching the endless blackness of space broken by what Kovodnik, as a child, could only call the greatest constellation of life he had ever witnessed.
"I stopped playing in the house ... and I would just sit at my hill watching the sky. Night or day."

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Cpt. Kovodnik let his imagination break for a moment before addressing the Azrik. However amused he was at the volatility of her, he had certainly attempted to toy with her. Though still completely prepared to slit her throat, Kovodnik had reserved himself to a more unweighted side on the aspect. The capsuleers were a violent, warmongering people; too brutal to call human, but too immortal to call animal, the capsuleer question was one that vexed many across Coalition space.
"See how easy it is to not understand? Now you know what I felt like as a boy," He remarked, turning in his stool with minimal effort before looking to the woman.
"It's improper to discuss such subjects with people you don't know," He said, obviously referring to the fact that Lara had given her name, but Kovodnik had not.
"My name is Hadden, Kovodnik. Captain of the SSOR Army." She would certainly know what the SSOR was, it had occupied every Scatterran media outlet for the past month.

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Cpt. Kovodnik had well accepted her 'bet', probably the first time he stepped out of the bar two nights ago. His eyes narrowed at the comment of his name; Hadden was a planet, the essential 'beacon' of the Oriyak population across the entire Scatterran empire. It was destroyed by the Coalition Navy, the battleground saw the destruction of Savio Fortress, the Insurgencies last bastion against the Coalition warmachine, and the prototype detonation of a Meson array; which simply killed the planet and annihilated the heart of a people.
"I'm sure you can answer that own question for yourself," He remarked as she inquired about his drink. With a quick reach, he brought it to his lips and downed the liquid; the Scatterran blend certainly kicked, and it gave Kovodnik a quick burst of double vision before he placed his arms onto the counter.
"My father named me, fresh off the bucket from Zophar."

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Cpt. Kovodnik pressed his tongue to his cheek at the mention of a change of names. In his culture, a name was given at birth to represent existence; something to maintain throughout one's life as a symbol of pride and internal strength. The thought of simply "replacing" one like it was just a patch on his gear brought back his initial suspicions of simply dispatching capsuleers where they stood. With a grin, he buried the feelings and returned to a cold demeanor.
"Mmm, yes, that is certainly a feature of a capsuleer. But one thing I don't comprehend, Lara ... " Looking over at the bottle of vodka, one hand reached over to the neck of it and pulled the contents to one side of the bottle. As it pooled, he slowly began to wash the alcohol back and forth within it.
"The first time you ... perished ... Did you understand the realization that what body you woke up in ... was not yours?"

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Cpt. Kovodnik seemed to strengthen his resolve at the statement, and his lips even tugged upward into a smirk at the capsuleer. He could hardly fathom the situation; it was something recognized by all non-capsuleers as simply impossible to comprehend. Death was intended to be a final chapter in the book of a person's life. The aspect of returning from it in something other than yourself, nothing of your own making, was an insult to not only his belief but to the universe itself. No one should return from the brink.
"So it's as difficult as they say it is. What happens when you die, I can't attempt to understand. But what happens when you return from it, is something no one should attempt to. You have broken the mold of humanity, and you question why what occurs." He said in a harsh tone before placing the bottle back onto the counter.
"And the technological advancements from your kind ... Anti-gravity technology, Meson weaponry, trans-galactic travel ... "

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Cpt. Kovodnik chuckled, the mention of even associating himself with the capsuleer program almost putting him to the point of laughter. Though the SSOR was actively involved in the capsuleer program, Kovodnik would never sacrifice his ultimate humanity for his 'country'. He would kill and be killed to protect his nation, but not to the point of subscribing to a machine race.
"I would rather not, I find immortality a very ... immature necessity." He said coldly, another smile tugging at his face while he poured himself a shot.

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Cpt. Kovodnik shrugged his shoulders and batted away at a fly that had somehow meandered into the bar. Kovodnik had his own life and his own experiences, though this Azrik didn't deserved to know of any of them. He didn't wonder the woman's age, she technically didn't have one anymore. "Age" was not something that changed or went backwards, it only went forward.
"I don't need to know your age, Lara." He had purposefully dodged the question of love; Oriyaks were an abstinent race, tuned to consider not only themselves but others around them, an Oriyak who did not speak of his equal had either not met her yet, or has long since forgotten the concept from trauma. Hadden fought himself to address the latter memory.
"I have traveled more territory than your starship probably has during it's construction ... Do you know where the Kamtachka is?"

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Cpt. Kovodnik let his vision trail as the Azrican left and Captain Kovodnik suddenly took on a serious tone. Standing from his stool, the Soviet gave a salute to the Taiyou Empress and dropped his hands to his side. The Captain was instructed to maintain neutral or positive interactions with the factions of Terra, or the newly founded homeland of his could put him in a coffin.
"Good afternoon, Empress Takayama ... I am Captain Kovodnik, of the Soviet Ground Army."

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Cpt. Kovodnik quirked a brow at the disposition. Though ignorant to what she requested, he responded curtly with a simple "Yes ma'am", before the Captain eased on his stool once more. Prepared with a bottle of vodka and a duo of shot glasses, Kovodnik offered the stout container to the woman at her request.
"Very well then ... I assume you're feeling better after the past few nights ... Yuki." His accent made it slightly difficult to pronounce the name correctly, as Trade had a very different structure than Orik.
"And your safeguard ... where is the Major?"