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Vengeance of the State – Epilogue

Published on 17. Nov, 2009 ... written by Jaret Kosht, Tags: Articles, Fan Fiction

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Jaret Kosh’t, now safely placed in the gunship, gazed onto at the organized chaos that surrounded him. Propping himself on his elbows as he lay on a makeshift cot, he watched as the gunship’s medical team tried to save what was left of his company. Medics huddled over the wounded and the dying, desperately trying to save whom they could. He watched, as one medic desperately tried to revive Prashesh, trying to prevent the Grim Reaper from claiming another soul. Medical drones impassively floated in the air scanning the patients and forwarding their medical data to the orbiting hospital cruisers.

All of sudden one Caldari marine, his armor unstained and unmarked, a clear indicator that he had yet to face death, nudged Jaret, and motioned to the transparent steel, that was the gunship’s windows. A tattoo on the nape of the man’s neck, identified him as a Provist, an admirer of Tibus Heth. He leaned forward and shouted above the noise that reigned in the passenger hold of the gunship.

“Behold! See the glory of the State!!” the man shouted into Jaret’s ear and pointed towards the sight. Jaret glanced towards the indicated direction and his lips curled into a grimace at the sight he beheld.

Through the transparent steel, Jaret watched as Tibus Heth, self-declared leader of the Caldari State, brandished the flag of the Caldari State and planted it on top of the Gallente Legislature building. The flag, unfurled by the heavy winds, proudly displayed the symbol of the Caldari State. As the Marine beside him cheered, Jaret slowly lowered his head and quietly relapsed into unconsciousness.

For this company of the Pathfinder legion, even as their brethren fought furiously to liberate their former home, the Battle of Caldari Prime was over.

Three Year Laters

Jaret Kosh’t, the former captain of the Pathfinder legion, introspectively inspected the spicy, golden amber liquid in his glass. He carefully swirled it around, each with each swirl chanting the names of those he had loved and cared for. Tears filled his eyes, as he imagined and remembered what their final moments must have been like. Men and women, whom he had been proud to call brothers, sisters and comrades, lay buried on planets faraway, their cold corpses slowly returning to the earth where they lay.

Jaret Kosh’t however did not join in their sentence of death. For his crime of failing his comrades, he was to live out his life among the cold emptiness of space. For his failure to adequately adjust to the situation, he was cursed with immortality. Forced to walk among the stars, Jaret chose to lived a lonely existence, his closest friend being his Hawk; The Justice. Apart from letters, Jaret had never seen his family after the Battle of Caldari Prime. Were it not for Mordu’s Legion pod training, Jaret would have ended his life a long time ago.

Pausing after reciting the names of the former comrades, Jaret took a deep, slow drink of the liquid. As the spicy, amber liquid slowly burned its way down his throat, Jaret slowly began to chant the Pathfinder’s Psalm. Soon a voice, in the bar, filled with pride and grief and in an old tongue filled the empty silence of the station’s bar. Jaret ignored the stares from the bar’s patrons as the former Pathfinder sang the battle hymn.

“…And together we charge over the hilltops,
bearing in our hearts,
the Caldari flame,
Brothers all,
and glory, eternal glory,
we shall bear its weight together,
drenched in blood we may be.
Together with my army of brothers,
we shall all fight,
through the Darkness of Death,
through Hell…”