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Mitczet Makt

"I find myself in the company of good men..."

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

Description

Not particularly tall, and very frail; he has dark hair, light skin, and sharp, angular features. He has never had any success in growing a beard, and remains clean shaven as a result. His health as suffered since the accident that lost him his legs- since his disastrous final mission with the Solider Stock team he allied himself with shortly before the war effort was deemed hopeless and humanity's efforts failed. His eyes are a very light blue-grey, and tend to be sunken and dark ringed.

These days, he lives a head below the rest of the universe, and suffers for it.

Personality

He was cutting, once, but in the company of good men has found himself.

History

Ships Passing.

So begins...

Mitczet Makt's Story

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The People's Ship Redlit had fallen, all hands lost, and shortly after fell the Free Ship Greenlit, her soul-sister, despite her mission of mercy. Mitczet, who would have burned along with his fellow patients if panic hadn't driven him to a space-station on the edges of neutral space, grieved, for his heart and future had been waiting for him on the Redlit.

But still, in the depths of his broken heart, hope lingered; if he had driven himself from the hospital ship before she had met her doom at the hands of some cold warship, then the chance remained- he didn't think it, but it whispered to him all the same.

And so he waited, in the bowels of nowhere, broken and crippled, for a sign that all was not lost.

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The station was harmless, and unarmed; few that lingered in the outskirts could afford weaponry, let alone the wrath of the militia if they were caught with those who could operate it. Where the Empire wandered, all things bowed to submit, but Mitczet was no longer afraid of death- his worst fears had already been realised long ago.

The Soldierstock were gone, the human war effort nothing more than shattered shrapnel floating in space. The refugees of humanity that remained were like Mitczet; crippled beggars, who scrounged for cast-offs and told stories to those aliens who would listen.

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Mitczet Makt sat on the metal decking in the bowels of the station, unaware that they were being boarded; there was no automated warning system, hadn't been for years now that the place had fallen into such disrepair, but without weapons or a full compliment of escape pods it wouldn't have mattered. To him, it mattered even less; he couldn't very well run away.

When the first, uneasy sounds reached him he sighed, leaning back against the wall behind him and closing his eyes, hoping to go unnoticed. As thin and ragged as he was, left leg totally missing, right cropped short above the knee, he looked little like a threat and could likely pass for dead if he stayed still enough.

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Mitczet opened his eyes when it became obvious that his continued existence had been discovered, but pale and glazed and so uncommon in this part of space, they did little to make him look more alive. He hadn't had a mirror in what felt like years, and even when he managed to heave himself up he never could quite reach the reflective plexiglass of the portholes, but he knew how he must look and it wasn't an image he wanted to change, when faced with such men.

I have been in the company of good men, he thought to himself, And bad ones.

These, of course, were the latter, and he had no intention of showing any of the spirit he still possessed lest they take it from him.

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Sighing faintly, and giving up the pretence of being dead in favour of fixing his new 'saviours' with a weary (but non less cutting) stare, Mitczet huffed. "I would far rather you did the universe a favour and improved your grammar, actually. I know reading has gone out of fashion and fine literature is just so much toilet paper, but for the love of Earth can you at least use one of the seven point six million universal translation programs available in this sector alone to make yourselves sound less like idiots?"

With a derisive snort, Mitczet turned his head away, folded his (trembling) arms, and proceeded to glower at the walkway above his head. "I refuse to be abducted by someone who cannot even form a proper sentence in the common tongue. If you care to repeat yourself, and articulate, then I might reconsider. Don't be intimidated to speak in your own tongue; some of us are multilingual here."

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"I wouldn't particularly like to, but I seriously doubt that I have a choice in this matter," Mitczet remained speaking obstinate Human Standard, but it was obvious that he knew exactly what the others were saying. "And given the choice between going with you and remaining here, when you are most likely to detonate this station, or perhaps invade- I think I would take the latter of two evils, don't you?"

Mitczet's smile was dry, sarcastic, and edged with a frailty that he was unable to hide. "Do what you will, Officers." He closed his eyes again.

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Mitczet Makt did not take at all kindly to being manhandled by strangers, but there was nothing he could actually do about it that wouldn't result in him being dropped or shot. Hauled into the soldier's arms, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine that it was Rammon holding him, rather than some dictator's attack dog. It was an effort; Rammon was sure and strong, far larger than Mitczet even when he was whole, while the woman who lifted him would likely have been shorter than his standing height.

"I am not a dog," he wearily reminded her. "'Up' is a command that I can't follow, and there is no logic at all in saying it while lifting me."

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Fortunately, the precognitive nature of Marlene's mind allowed her to anticipate some of the hiccups, and buffer her mind to protect itself against the incoming onslaught of data. Marlene's mind processed it quickly, by buffering it out, and focusing her own thoughts. Marlene also managed to keep her own consciousness relatively isolated, while focusing on the mental 'White room' that she tried to keep them in.

But the sadness was overwhelming, the woman sensed a lot of pain, a lot of sadness in the Princess's mind, and it had a profound, and intimate effect on her own psyche.

Halena let her into her mind, and Halena took the first step towards the path to enlightenment, so now it was time for Marlene to open up to the other, to let her own mind cascade fourth.

Marlene smiled, and telepathically spoke.

"There's more, I'm going to let you in." She wanted to see if Halena could truly comprehend the steps she was about to take, but she knew that she would be completely opening her own mind to the child before her, Aschen state secrets, everything. It didn't matter, the Asylians could wipe the Aschen out, and so she took a gamble.

Marlene closed her eyes, and opened her mind to Halena. The Child would be bombarded with a sensation of pure agony, but it wasn't her own, the agony she felt was that of Marlene, the agony of being separated from ascension, but there was more, there was thousands of years worth of memories.

Marlene's childhood was the most traumatic, memories of the Aschen Confederation invading her homeworld of Yellowstone, memories of Aschen soldiers moving through the streets, door to door, dragging people out, the memories were clear, and they were vivid.

Yellowstone gave way to the lush, verdant green of Langara, and the emotions of sadness, and hatred followed. Hatred for a man that was a father figure, a man that visited unspeakable evil that left the child scarred, there was pain, a great deal of agonizing pain.

The memories were like a maelstrom, some were significant events in Marlene's life, like her first kiss. Others were the minutia of her day to day interactions on Langara.

Marlene was standing in front of a strange man in a black suit.

"Do you solemnly swear to protect and defend the interests of the Aschen Confederation of Planets, as an Agent of the Langaran Defense Agency, with every fiber of your being?"

"I do."


The Chaos of memories shifted, a memory of Marlene standing in a large room overlooking a console, and a massive device of some kind.

"They call it the Potentia, Project Shimshon, a device that, if activated will wash clean all life from this galaxy. If our society falls, we'll take this galaxy with it.."

Marlene looked down in the memory, taking a small, yet technical looking crystal into her hand, She worked quickly to suppress it, but the memory had already flowed fourth.

Another memory followed, they were in a bar of some kind, arguing passionately over someone, the woman in Marlene's mind was named Ari, they were arguing over a Randin Kaye before Ari stabbed Marlene in the chest, searing pain followed, followed by more emotions of agony, and then calm, as Marlene gazed upon a being enrobed in a brilliant white light, another ascended being.

"The success or failure of your deeds, does not add up to the sum of your life. Your spirit cannot be weighed. Judge yourself by the intentions of your actions, and by the strength with which you faced the challenges that have stood in your way. The Universe is vast and we are so small. There is really only one thing we can ever truly control... whether we are good or evil."

There was a warm light, the feeling of peace, an absolute, and overwhelming flood of knowledge, and understanding that was now being shared freely with the child. Marlene's own ascension, as she shed her physical body was a unique sensation, as she lay there on the bar floor, dying.

The white realm returned, Marlene having stemmed the flow from her own mind. Physically, the blonde was holding her head, exhaustion had begun to set in, as she relived the last few thousand years in her mind, her fragile psyche overwhelmed. One thing Halena would learn, was a hair's breadth kept Marlene from true insanity.

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