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NIKOLAI VOI'UN
EX-PRISONER 46836
ROMULUS
EX-PRISONER 46836
ROMULUS
The present-day Nikolai Voi'un
(Partially depicting his casual Attire and tattoed Arms)
The Journal
PROLOG
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"Freedom."
"Freedom is something you seek."
"Freedom is something you can not find."
"For, thus it was said, that freedom is something you earn..."
"... through harsh work in the dust of this galaxies..."
"... the unwelcoming dust and sand, that will burn themself into your soul..."
"... untill you plant one little seed, that will finally, grow into what you have sought for..."
"This seed was named... freedom."
"And freedom, might be the greatest weapon in this very Universe."
- Ditrilov Voi'un, an unknown amount of years before the Alsakan Crisis
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To the individual who found this book:
You are reading a diary describing the events of the past, of a deemed War-Criminal called Nikolai Voi'un... or as I might be known to you, as the HoloNet Media deemed me to be, the "Traitor of the Republic"... - but it still is up to you, if you continue to read my diary... a book, that might describe your way into, or out of the Prison in which I spent over fifteen long Years - a station, so twisted and unnatural as it can be...Velucif Bay as called by its Inmates... people, even more innocent then the guardians of this god-forsaken place which drifts in the dark void between the stars, far away from any civilisation in which torture and desire have their deep roots in their society.If, you are an inmate however you surely realised that along time ago, and so I will tell you one last thing...
This book, is a record of my life written by myself.Every single event I can remember has been written down, or atleast the most important stages of my life... may this Diary, serve as your guide.
ABANDONED
Nikolai as a little Child, left alone in the darkness of Old-Coruscant - a District in the depths of the Planetary city
Nikolai as a little Child, left alone in the darkness of Old-Coruscant - a District in the depths of the Planetary city
Date: 1472 days after they threw me into this Hellhole.
Nikolai Voi'un
Nikolai Voi'un
I recall this day, from nearly nothing, to the true void of memory.Nothing of my birth has remained in my mind, only the words my father, Ditrilov told me over and over again, when I was a kid - and this, before he left me... a kid, alone in the darkness of the streets from a city, called Coruscant, the pearl of the republic that stood proud near the galactic core, yet it was a all a fascade ... to hide the darkness that slumbered within the depths of Coruscant... no, this planet was not a Pearl - but the Egg of a Krayt Dragon.
It will bear the Illusion of beauty, yet when the child of the Dragon awoke, and climbed out of the Capsule that has been thought to be a Pearl of great magnifence, it would jump and snap at you untill death, spoke its final words and claimed you into its dark reach, in which dreams would stop to exist, as death is a coma for eternity, a dreamless slumber.
And so, I was born.According to Ditrilov, whom I never really saw as a father, the birth was quick - yet my mother died during childbirth to give me my life which I now claim and hold on, not to loose it and let go of what another person, had gave me in exchange for the life and her ways... so my "father" told me, the artificial light was bright for once and the Mynocks stopped scratching at our doors, but I allways, and will ever think this was just flattering about myself... and thus his words were mere illucination, worth of nothing to be spoken off in an actual conversation.
Years afterwards, or atleast to which days I can remember, was the day when I would finally work with my so claimed patriarch in the crime-scene, but this was also the day when I would see him the very last time forever - untill now, where I write this... to be truthful, from that day on (where I was just a little boy of the age of seven) I would be alone ... untill a certain day, but to this I shall refer later, for now is the time to tell of another tale... and which perhaps embedded a deep grudge against my only left parent - from whom I had never heard again in all these years.
It was a dark day, like usually in the deep levels of Coruscant.I sat in my loosely built hut in an age of eight year-circles and tried to gather the fire - with the sole thought of keeping it directly alive, so it might in exchange (in a symbiosis) keep myself warm and comfortable (or atleast, as much it was possible on a ground of cold metal)... and it seemed so unreachable, to find a bit of happiness.Truly, I sat at the fire and cried over the loss of my so called father, but yet it was all just temporary.Luckily, I had a blaster and strangely I knew I would be able to use it some day ... and it would save my life.
To say the impossiblity, I never used it untill today - the chances, took from me by the Republic which I served over 10 Years, not even including the time I had spent in their fancy academies in which some gruesome Drill-Seargents would teach me the ways of battle, the ways of dismembering your enemy with pure shots of energy... and yet again, I shall come to this later in my diary and tell from it another time.
In that moment, when I laid there near the fire, a man stormed into my room and asked where the now gone, genetical father of mine would reside.This day, I had joined a gang of criminals against my will, at the low age of eight years... and when I look back this, I regret it every day in the present.Soon, they were all wiped out by the republic, and only I was kept alive by a mere accident in which I fell into a garbage-press, out of which I obivously escaped, yet to a terrible price.
Even though they were criminals, I saw them as somewhat to be my family - and even despite the fact that I am deemed a criminal now too, and still regret to have been forced to join them - they were something like a family towards me, but I soon learned they kept my freedom at bay... and there was a man, who had found me in their base of operations and purely out of good will, mistook me for an enslaved orphan of the lower streets.
And so, it happened that me, the to this date young Nikolai Wjatscheslowitsch, has been brought to one of several academies of the Republic, in which so many children took their places and learned the ways of war, and combat itself... for every single fight between to people has remained in the history of the galaxy, a war between to people.
It were only mere hours, untill I arrived one and a half year later... in which I learned to write, and the basics of formal talk from a man known to me as John Drex, a commander of the Republic which took me in as his foster son.
"STAND STILL!This is an inspection - muds!All step aside from their footlockers and show what they got hidden inside... even you Cadet Wilson!" - the words I heard the very first out of the foul mouth of a man, I learned to respect and hate at the same time.His name, was simply known to us as "Gunnery Seargent Nokolo" and even mentioned as "a great warhero who destroyed many enemies of the republic with one, single blast. Ha... I never believed these fairy tales.
To me, he was just another human being I knew and that was all I needed to think of him.This was the first day of mine, at the academy... in a room, in which I finally felt like it was home, in some sort of way it truly was, but I was soon to realise that there is no home anywhere, and the galaxy is the safe-haven I needed... and not some sort of imprisonment between walls.No.Even when I thought about the Bay, I knew that it was my home... because it slumbers in the universe, and concluding to this - despite the fact that it was twisted and dark, it was some sort of home... yet I felt not welcome,- and so it was.
Now, back then the academies were strict, disciplined and faithful that their recruits would become proud soldiers of the republic - and here, I met the people I would shoot later in the name of the Republic... a foolish act of mine, it was simply and clearly.The following events, which brought me now where I am, were quick, but to that in another chapter of my life.The upcoming day in the academy, the training had allready began - the Seargent taught us the skills of wielding a blaster correctly - the fighting with a vibroblade, which remains able to be used against the Jedi... and so I felt at some points... that they trained us to execute those, who harbored us from harm to that date ... nowadays, I am unsure if they still protect and serve - yet I somehow know I would disdain them in every single, possible way - even now after all these years.
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Concluding that we had finished our training, after many years of serving under the foul-mouthed Drill Seargent known to us as "Seargent Astridal".Me and those people I would murder later for treachery against the Republic, and still - I regret it today that I haven't turned with them to a side, that would eventually loose - but retain its people a slight bit of honor and dignity, unlike the so called "great Republic".
Now, when we left we were allready sent to our first mission, and all but me, lost their innocence in the wage of blood and murder as we striked upon a small village of Anti-Republican seperatists, which served as a slight outpost for a major Group, called "The Hunger".
The name, might sound silly to you, but the acts they practised, were unnatural.Cannibalism.Indeed they practised these foul deeds openly, and so earned the distrust and hatred of many members of the republic, and only a few supported their sick Ideas of a cannibalitic Utopia in this Galaxy.They were struck down quickly, even though they were a major organisation, they were only in terms of people - and their supporters fell quickly.Truly, I was just sixteen in these days, and the Alsakan Crisis had yet to come in many years... and after their defeat, I would allready sit where I am now.
TO FIGHT FOR THE CAUSE
´Adulthood.Date: 3201 days after they put me into a Cage like an Animal
Nikolai Voi'un
Nikolai Voi'un
I remember it clearly, I write this now many years after I spent my time explaining a part of my childhood.Clearly, my sight of things has changed in the prison where I am now - the depression of never coming out of this... dump, is gone.I, have hope, but why I shall explain later why this hope even enrupted inside my soul.
... and so, I shall write down important events of my Adulthood, in which came what prisoned me for over fifteen years, which I shall explain soon enough and describe a save way out of this Bay of twisted Madness.
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The day I turned eighteen, was simple.
It was a day we (me and my squadron) had dropped into a battlefield via Dropships with the insignia of the Republic, and the night of the planet was so fast over ... that whilst a mission, I turned to a so called "full member" of society, which would later be completly despised by the Government I served so long.Now, this mission was simple (or atleast, it seemed so) - drop in, eliminate and drop out... but the battle that ensued was far bigger then what I would have ever expected to happen.We stormed the complex, shot every single enemy soldier that was in our way - but what had come was simply unbearable...
A wave of sound, attacked us.A wave of pure vibration penetrated our tympanum, as we tried to escape.This experimental weapon, busted our mind, and layed us into a sleep, dreamless and dark.We awakened hours later, in energy-cells, small enough so we couldn't move without getting a shock, that would scar my body for the rest of my life... and so, I didn't move in these primitive cells - made especially to torture the Inmate every single time he would just move a slight bit... and not fit into the cylinder anymore.
"HEY!Jacoby, your awake?" I shouted nearly, but only so close to a shout that it would (perhaps) not pass the door we were captured behind... and my question stayed unanswered by the one person I tried to ask, yet another one of my comrades had answered in this time of despair and so, I let a single smile over my lips as he talked.Truly it was our technician, and he knew how to deactivate this cells with a single little kick into the right position.
"Hey, listen Nikolai - right of you foot, is a slight coverage for the inner circuits, raise your leg and let it fall onto it, this should damage it enough so you can get out.I shall do the same... then we just have to drag Koleck and Jacoby out, unless we want to let them stay in captivity!" And as he instructed, I smashed the circuits under the small aloy coverage, and fell out of the cell directly to the floor, much to the amusement of my comrade - "Tendaji"; a man with dark skin and locks made out of shaggy hair.It was a short day, but an even longer night we spent in the prison of our enemies.
Comrade Tendaji had hacked himself into the Console at this very moment, after I freed myself, and freed our friends.The escape was not save, clearly due to the fact that we two, had to carry men around and no single weapon disposed into our hands.We had to count on silence, tactics and the will to survive... and we were forced, to do so - in order to be not noticed by the fiend that kept us like animals in cages, not large enough to fit into a logical, and humane way of things.
Every single step I feared we might be uncovered and our ways were gone, but it had been proved to be wrong.It took us the whole night to sneak outwards, and so we had accomplished something ... but the price was high.Our comrade Jacoby, was shot at from behind, as he became concious the very moment we began to leave the facility to contact the Republic-Outpost in the clearing ahead of us, but we were noticed before we even knew it, and so he lost his life on a mission not worth it.
Too good for him though, he would have died years later by my hand, foolish as I was to serve the Republic blindly only to notice that what I had done, was a pure failure in my record of life... and so they shall never be forgotten.Years later, many missions had followed, but none was more important and more disruptive in my record, then the day I shot my comrades whom had secretly turned to the Alsakan, years later... and so, I shall also describe this event of my life, for it is nothing I shall not mention for a reason so senseless and dull, like the Illusion of silence.
IN THE NAME OF THE REPUBLIC
The last-known composition of the Squadron with which Nikolai served, him being in the middle.
Date: 4643 dayss after they inprisoned me.
The last-known composition of the Squadron with which Nikolai served, him being in the middle.
Nikolai Voi'un
It was a clear night sky - the mynocks screeched, the cannibals in the lower levels fletched their teeth.The very contrast, to such a beautiful and clean night... or atleast, I thought so.The events that followed, were no contrast to what had happened the day we climbed down to the lower levels of Coruscant, a pearl of hope for those who have no Idea what would happen with them upon the time they would have no more money - and would be outcast by the higher society.All of this, aswell as the reference to the Krayt Dragons Egg, are true.
Deep in Coruscant, slumbers a dragon in every creature that thrives down there, only awaited to be awakened, and unleash the wrath of one upon those who provoked it to hatch from the save harbor inside the eggs-shell... and thus, the rage seems (yet remain unnecessary) completly justified, but the loose of control, is never justified by any standards in this galaxy... not even mine.
Moments had passed untill my comlink vibrated, like wild, as I climbed as the last one of my Crew down the ladder that whould ultimatelly lead to the doom of those I trusted, and those whom, trusted myself for all these years.Step after step I went down, the sound of a voice so familiar like my own heartbeat in my ear... "Seargent Koroma here. - Captain Voi'un, do you read?Do you copy?"
- "Loud and clear, Koroma.What is it?" - "Where are you, we are waiting down here for you... speed up a bit, old friend." - "Yes... half down there, god this place is an even worse mess then I recall from my childhood!", these words would be one of the few last, I would ever say to one of my fellow comrades.It took me minute after minute to get down onto the lower levels, as the ladder was long, and every false step could have been my potential death.
"23 Minutes and your still not down, do you have any interference up there?" the question was like an obvious statement - Mynocks crawled around the metal ladder, and feasted upon the durasteel that was loosely held together by rust.
"In the name of... " Were the only four words which came into my mind, as I slided the poles downwards, trying to avoid burned hands which would easily make my skin unbearable and thus create a grip, loose enough for me to fall down and break my neck - or rather, all bones in my body that weren't allready damaged by combat... but it was too late, the ladder fell and it seemed as my eternal breath has been drawn, and I would suffer the pain of slow death... and of course, end as mere Cthon Fodder.
Then, absolute darkness.
I shivered in the cold wet... I saw movement - and heard the heat of battle.Slowly I was dragged away by pale hands, fangs fletched, feet stumbled around.It took me moments to realise I fell onto a bunch of bodies, who dampened my fall, and the only thing that kept me from in the moment, were the sick sounds of Cthon crawling over the places around me... and so I lied still in the dark depths inside an electroshock net, currently turned off.
But the beasts had made a failure, so slight and dim, yet so eternal and painful for them.I cut it open, they beasts stormed at me one by one, and I seemed to be overwhelmed ... weren't it only had been for Suthee-rland.The fire of a Wrist-Gun was loud and clear, dragged the attention of the beasts onto them and gave me the momentum I needed to draw my blaster-rifle, and with the help of the rest of my squad who probably shot more down then me at all... no, I was no hero - nor a heroic."Nikolai" Voi'un, was the one that had been saved, not he whom had saved... and so I would turn later in what I am now - or atleast, into what the republic had made me.
"Hey, Voi'un are 'ya allright mate?" - ha, the soothing voice of Suthee-rland said these words at last to me, as he wondered how I still stayed alive after this fall, and I only replied with silence... and I wished, I had talked to him.They knew my loyalty to the republic that once existed, and so they opened fire at me only five minutes later.The combat, it was so long... and so painful for me to get over with.
I shall describe it, in many words... even though it once hurt my soul when I thought about it, I began to understand that it was necessary... completly.It was as necessary as breathing, drinking and eating - and the dumping of organic waste.
To keep a cicle flowing, the cicle of life and freedom.
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... before it began, I sighed, as... like I just knew what would come... they said no single word to warn me, and I only managed to kill them with pure luck to be honest."Nikolai", was being fired at, and so I began to fire back - no matter whom I had attacked.It was a reflex, like breathing.It was instinct, like reproducing at certain times... simple, irrlogical, not rational.
Moment after moment I had taken cover behind walls of concrete, which broke down so quickly, and lead to several severe inflictions that would scare some of my body for the next fourteen years, and still after that leave their mark behind on my body.I rolled away, to a shield of Metal, picked it up and stormed towards my cloest friend I had, Koroma, whom had only used a simple handgun to fire at me in my cover.
The training of Soldiers had bid them well, but only now I realise that it was their fault... and so I slammed it into his face, breaking not only his nose but also making him fall down.Obviously, it was simple - he layed on the floor and begged, yet I showed no mercy to the one whom had betrayed me - and shot him directly through the skull - blood and fluid were everywhere.The screams of his were short, the yells of the others were loud and vengeful... yet they truly know what was coming.
Suthee-rland stood near flameable liquid, and so it was obvious what would happen next.Due to the fact, I still used primitve technology such as slugthrowers to that time, it was a quick execution - an explosion that would kill my comrade after minutes where he would scream in pain... but nothing was as epical as I remember the last one of my friends still standing, Boris Jokonal, the most skilled soldier I had ever seen in my entire life.
I threw the shield allready away, ran into cover - and shivered in fear before the enemy. whom was once, an ally.
"Come out of there you BASTARD!I am GOING TO FINISH WHAT WE STARTED, MAY IT COST WHAT IT COST - YOU WILL DIE NIKOLAI, YOU TRAITOROUS REPUBLICAN DOG!" he screamed at me in a vengeful tone, and so I probably deserved it, and he deserved what was heading towards him.
Moment after moment passed, silence, dust waved around in the air... fell down and got whirled around again.The dim light of mere street-lamps alligned with the darkness of the lower-levels, gave a true wonderful sight... as bullets made their way through the air.
"So what Boris?You WILL die, here and now - you are a traitor to the Republic!" I shouted immediatly back, and in this moment I was so foolish in these days.I had yet not realised certain things, and so I fought him.Shot after shot, each of them either hitting or piercing his or my body... but the eternal breath was drawn by Jokonal and obviously, not me.
At that moment, I walked towards the corpses of my former friends and bowed down to them, spoke a prayer and went my way up to the higher levels of coruscant, to give a report, that a whole squadron but one member of them, had turned rogue to the sides of the Alsakan... but when I arrived up there, there was no warm greeting, only the harshness of a Seargent staring at me - units taking me to a prison in which I would spend more then two days before the final trial would begin before the Court of Coruscant.
The outcome, was as I presume obvious, they stuck me into a metal cage in which I even now when I write this, stay stuck.
But I got hope, I gathered myself clearly and found out many years ago that there was an Inmate besides my cell, whom I could trust with my live... and this person, was no other then a none-xenophobicTaung a pure rareness under thousands of their race... and I won't leave you without any chance, on this page - I also noted several Important facts that will help getting -you- out of this twisted Dump.
A few people might be able to help getting out of here, sofar I know atleast.They seem to be veterans in this twisted Prison of ours, and kindly told me all they knew whilst we ate in the great, white hall known to us as the "Prisoner-Cantina", but mostly nicknamed "The Junkyard" due to the guards never really watching over us.This might be my advantage to get out of here, but to remind myself I shall list the Veteran-Inmates inside this Book - who knows what it will help some day... or what it might bring to myself:
Dalen Sukloran - A Human, mostly shaves his head of any hair and appears like a bald old-man, but what I saw he can do, is a pure wonder.This man has influence on the inmates, they follow his lead and even a certain group of people around calling themself Jokaa'ara, are his - owned by him like an object.He is useful, and known to even manipulate the guards ... why he hasn't broke out yet, seems irrlogical to me.
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Ditrilov Voi'un - it is true, my father is in this dump and still alive... it appears he didn't go away from me, but he was captured by the Republic and brought to the Bay in order to lock him away forever.If I should ever flee from here, I will take him with me - he owes me more answers then anyone can Imagine... and yet I owe him nothing.He might be my father, and so I should respect him despite all this.
I hated him as a young boy, but realised now that he had nothing to do with anything of his disappearing... my thoughts should probably be reconsiderd, but for now I got more important things on my back - the time passed, thirteen years had gone over my back... yet the fang of time did only gnaw on my mind, and opened it for so much more.The little boy, the soldier and the War-Criminal from once are gone - a new man, had been born.
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Ser'eph Curoth - A recently transferred inmate, I found him besides my cell and I can't say much about him (even though he appears to be one of few none-xenophobic Taung) if I can trust him, I don't know.If I should consider him an Ally?Who knows.The time, will show it in the future... freedom we might walk abreast.
The walls in my cell seem to be damaged, aswell as the Vent-Gates which lead to some of the other Cells - pretty primitive when compared to the Technology standard of the Republic in these years.This might be of use despite these few random facts.
The guards seem to go drinking after transporting an Inmate, probably to a comatous state of celebration,... whatever they celebrate (this is if they really drink that much, sofar these facts just base off above rumors I heard).
Guards-Captain Rolov seems to be quite stable when compared to the other Guardians of this god forsaken place... and pretty much willing to help the Inmates to stay alive.I witnissed him breaking up beatings and even fights between Prisoners, only for their own good.Despite this, he even told me that he wanted to leave this place for a long time - and himself, being a hater of the Republic.
According to him "They are, and were unrightous towards him and the poor Victims of thiis facility" - these being his words he said to me once in a slight conversation at my cell.I just hope he won't turn on his morals if I ever, or someone else breaks out of this place ... if so I am and my allies, are pretty much in trouble.This man has power, yet I fear he might not be capable to reason in Situations that require him to be on "our" side... in fear of loosing his own live.He stands under the Warden whom I had to visit once in his office, ha, my personal Opinion: Hes feeling a little small... and likes to lick the piss of his superiors.
No more pages, shall be written full of my History... and my Time in this Prison shall stay private (unless those few notes I left you).
Clearly, I will have no time to leave this Prison, and I shall leave it on a path accompanied by people sharing my despair in these walls.Time, is short, freedom is long-lived.I shall have earned as my Father once said, after I have done a deed for myself... doing the craftsmanship that will earn me my freedom.
Your path might be allready forsaken to fail, but everything in this universe is based upon the rule of chance, and so you may find your way out of here.
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...FREEDOM OF ONE...
"Freedom."
The only thought, the only hope that kept my mind in sanity, over all these years.It hasn't been long, compared to the time I spent inside the Bay, merely a fracture of the time in which I planned my escape, since I broke out of the dust-covered Space-Station.Four years, a fracture of time - it were only four Years since I rose to the artifice that they had been shoving down my throat all these years.The republic, and so I realise now - were never those who were rightful towards there people... in the end, Freedom, the right to choose your own destiny, is the only thing not holding you back.In the years, I realised that nothing had changed... the Galactic and "glorious" republic still wages a war, though this time against an enemy which will probably force them down onto their knees.
In the end, it will change nothing... though that doesn't matter anymore.What matters is the present, the future - both alterable lines of Time.I stand here now and I took back what is rightfully mine, Honor I may never have... but self-respect is probably the only thing I will ever need.More than just I escaped from the Prison and they might have returned to their old criminal life, or turned on the past completly, but it may not matter.
It won't take long untill the Republic notices that one of their high-security prisons was "ransacked" by a force of unarmed Inmates, so then it will simply vanish in the records of theirs.For now, I'm with a few people I trust, trying to stay alive in the Business.There's simply nothing else to say from here on, in the past four Years I gathered people around me - captured a heavy Freighter and took it over, but that will allways be the future that never was.
Like in the old days, I'll probably write into this Datapad after anything happened, I guess old habits die hard.
...ARTIFICIAL DREAMS...
"I guess old habits die hard." - Nikolai Voi'un
It hasn't been alot of time since the last entry into this Datapad, but time is an idle thing and so it happens to be that in mere seconds something fatal can happen, that's a theory not easy to deny.A few months ago, the HoloNet had issued various Reports about increasing Crime-levels in Republican Systems, and according to them - the reasons remain unknown, and Officers deny any comment.It's clear now that more than just me, Ser'eph and Jinhai escaped ... in the end it seems only logic regarding the fact that there was more than just one ship in the Hangar of the Security.
If Ditrilov survived?Who the hell knows... he's still my father though, but I'm surely not going to waste my time tracking that old Slug throughout the galaxy, if we meet again - then it'll be so.But for now, I got different Goals.
In the past half-year Curoth and I had ceased control of a Ship out of the Hands of Pirates, who according to the Captains private Logs had took it from the Republic.Personally, I'm just going to say this might be one of the finest Ships across the galaxy - a heavy, and armed Freighter, wide enough to carry a rather big crew... and other Wares at the same time.
Directly, this had become handy again when it was re-registered by a Hacker we personally hired for the job, sad enough for him his skills were only enough for this and so we couldn't leave him alive with the knowledge of our operations in general... but in the end,it is a war fought by us all.
This ship was officially dubbed as "Blitz-Project 1112" by the republican files we claimed, and that name will stay for some time untill the War is finally over - luckily enough one of my alter-egos got official Control of it so the Republic won't crawl on our back when they sight us.This is actually not all to be noted, not even a few Weeks ago the ship received a Distress-Call directly sent to all grand Republic ships in the perimeter, and what we found was actually quite interesting regarding the circumstances surrounding it.
When I thought about it at first, it didn't make any sense that the Republic began to build another Station out in the nowhere, especially since it was no Prison - but a spark of intelligence gave the whole thing perfect sense.It was a supervision Station - however the republic did not regard the fact that the un-inhabitated System in the Perimeter was about to die and go through all the Stages of re-creation again, and that in a very slow process.
The result of this was simple, yet fascinating.The Nebula stands so dark that it primarily makes navigation near impossible, and this not only thanks to the density of the Mist and dust in it, but also thanks to the electric interference inside its womb - which naturally disturbs the use of technology showing a somewhat center of "navigation" or any sorts of magnetic Field for the utilization of a compass.Despite this simple fact, we realised that the beacon itself practically functioned as a somewhat magnetic "center" (depending on the location of the thing, as might be noted that the Space-station itself is mobile,- yet slow and thus transportation with itself seems to take alot of time and effort, especially since the thing has no functioning hyperdrive, and personally I even doubt that a station like this will ever be equipped with such a device).
To just continue with this, it allowed us to fly through the Nebula and find the stuff out of which "artificial" Dreams were made off... though we ran into some problems when trying to dock.Anyways, it seemed like the whole Station was mostly cut-off from the outer 'space' and that we were obviously the first to arrive in due time.
The troops aboard were nearly unarmed, had only food for a few Months (not counting in the Construction-Team, which practically reduced their survival to maybe about two Weeks) and welcomed us aboard quickly - for obvious reasons some of our comrades stayed aboard, only so they could do their maintenance work on the ship... but this time, our masquerade didn't stay up too long.
Thanks to the fact that someone of them saw "our" Taung near a window of the Supernova, they simply figured we were part of the Hutt Empire and stopped the production of the Station shortly before it was even finished, finally forcing us to kill them off.Understandably, it was a necessity - if other republican Ships would have arrived and they had convinced them off their false theory, we would have been "Bantha-Fodder" as the Hutts tend to say.This leaves us now with the fact that in the past time - we gathered a few people around us and business started to grow again.We aren't a faction, but a group of Freelancers who know what they want...
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A Taung-style T-Visor Helmet, crafted by Ser'eph Curoth - a being no longer considered a full Mandalorian in his current State. Allthough the helmet retains the pure Mandalorian characteristics, such as the T-Shaped Visor - it was shaped for the skull of a Human-resembling creature, rather then the head of a Taung (for which it would either be too small, or too oddly shaped).
The color-elements on the helmet itself grip tightly onto a schematic after which most of the Armor utilized by Nikolai is held in.The lighter elements on the helmet are held in a goldish color, nearly orange... whilst the darker parts of the headwear are held in dark red, thus somewhat resembling the colors of the Republic in their pure basis.
The helmet also possesses an external Scope, which utilizes more than one Enhancer for the Sight of the user. (These include: A night-vision Module, Infrared sight aswell as Heat-Vision)
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A pair of mining Goggles
Commonly worn by miners in prison-colonies under the control of the Galactic Republic and Hutt Empire alike, these protective Goggles keep dust and sand from the eyes of the wearer and shade them from hazardous UV-lighting. Rarely has a pair of these has ever seen the light of day.
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A pair of Electrobinoculars
Often used to spy on the enemy, these pair of Binoculars offer effective Information over a target and can be used even when the User utilizes a helmet.
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It might just look like it, that the Jacket is nothing but mere clothing - but that is pure Illusion.The inner side of the Jacket is plated with thin layers of Durasteel - which might even stop a few attacks of Blasters or Slugthrowers, however the "plates" inside the Jacket were not designed to sustain heavy gunfire, as Nikolai Voi'un relies more on dexterity and evasive maneuvers than heavy-armor.
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A black Business Suit (including Tie & a red Shirt)Generally, this is nothing more but a mere Business-Suit in terms of appearence and function.
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A vibroblade, crafted with the Cortosis-weave Technique.
A rare sword, considering the technique it was crafted with (and respectively remembering its one-edged blade, aswell as the weird shape).Due to its high-standards it requires good care and attention - though not easily breakable even when rusted.It is said that a trained man can deflect a blaster-shot with the blade.
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A prototype republican Flight-Suit
The flight-suit was never issued in the ranks of the Galactic Republic after the destruction of the transport Vessel that carried the first few prototypes (Including the blueprints meant to be brought to one of several War-Factories on Coruscant).Despite its size and the fact that it is capable of sheating its user from the colth of the vast emptiness of space itself (aswell as large amount of heat), external Equipment is required for any and all use in outer space 'terrain'.Covering every body-part, this Suit does not offer protection against most weaponry---however this is largely vittoed by the fact that it's utterly inflameable and capable of protecting its users body from even harmful stellar radiation.Due to the nature of its origins, the Suit features the well-known republican colors; red, orange, and yellow, thus giving it a rather vibrate appearence when compared to its Hutt counterparts.
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Two republican Identification Cards, each of them depicting a different Personality
I.D Card ONE - The Citizen
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[Official republican Print]
-|Cyrus Je-ect|-
-[ID-NUMBER]-
|700|138|357|
-[Signature of Verifaction]-
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I.D Card TWO - the Soldier
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[Official republican Print]
-|Commander Karlek|-+-|CLEARANCE - 13|-
-[Signature of Verification]-
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[Official republican Print]
-|Cyrus Je-ect|-
-[ID-NUMBER]-
|700|138|357|
-[Signature of Verifaction]-
*********-843
I.D Card TWO - the Soldier
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[Official republican Print]
-|Commander Karlek|-+-|CLEARANCE - 13|-
-[Signature of Verification]-
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Two slugthrower Pistols designed after the wishes of Nikolai Voi'un, soon after his prison-break from the infamous 'Velucif Bay'
Resembling old slugthrower weaponry, these pistols are the favorite weapon of Nikolai as normal People mistake them in pure foolery to be unfunctioning, only to be hit by a full magazine of Lethal slugs (though on some Occasions they were loaded with 'mercy slugs', ammunition crafted out of plastic and able to stun the enemy).
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A modernized Republican Slugthrower, rarely produced anymore however still accurate and trustworthy
What looks like an outdated weapon, can in reality be a deadly and precise weapon - capable of piercing through multiple (however few compared to the types of materials used in current Standards) varieties of Armory.
The 'Black Widow' is one of the smallest Sharpshooters across the galaxy, whilst retaining firepower it is lighter than most rifles, yet as lethal.
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A tactical Assault-Rifle nicknamed 'The republican Blitz' by Voi'un- built out of a modificated Version of a typical Rifle used by (which is now absorbed into the Hutt Military) Phoenix Corporation Security-Guardsmanship.
Unlike its few remaining survivors across the Galaxy, this weapon (unlike the Pistols, which do require a different size of cartridges - however retaining the same "coverage") requires Cortosis-covered 5.45x39mm Ammunition, which are not available on the open Market.
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Several Grenades including the types of:
- Frag Grenades
- Cryogenic Grenades
- Thermal-Detonators
When it goes off, there is nothing standing but a few people who were lucky to survive the near-incineration with deadly wounds... this does however only apply if protection was not available.
Additionally, these Grenades can be mounted onto belts or Slings, in order to create deadly chain reactions - or simply carry them more comfortably around.
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- Equipment / Belongings
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- Added a Pet
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Sidenotes
- The mentioned Prison (The 'infamous' Velucif Bay) was blown up after the escape, the only Objects & Subjects that survived that massive Reactor explosion are either Debris, scorched Ash or Criminals who now plague the Republican Systems - I doubt it will ever appear in any other Thread again but mentioned... it's over.There was a thread playing three Years before once, however it died off long ago, involving the Station.
- The name Nikolai is a Slavic-Name in Real Life (a different form of the Greek Nicholas), yet has a different meaning in this Profile.Whilst having different Versions which all come from this root (in the Universe) such as Nikolay or Nicholai, the meaning of the name stays the same in Old Coruscant a recurring District in his early, and later History.The under-town has a fairly different Culture from what you would expect, much less Technology dependent than the upper-levels of Coruscant.Instead, the people down in Old Coruscant or Ushakov's Town live a life akin to Gipsies, with yet vastly criminal Undertones, with a speech-pattern furthermore affected by local Cathar who influenced it and added their Accent to typical way people hailing from this District speak - creating a very unusual kind of Slum in the final Production.In the end, the name means nothing else than Hunter, which in the end could be referenced to the word bounty hunter - the mortal Enemy of the Occupation Nikolai currently associates with.
- Not all of the pictures have a high resolution, sadly.However they will either be replaced in due time, or stay as it is not allways possible to gain high-quality Photographies.
- The picture under the Chapter ...C-453 NOSIX... was made by Caged Ghost using the Faction-Symbol - all credits for creating it go to her - the picture, however, has been recently removed in Favor of a different one made by myself.Ghost's Picture can be found under this Link.
- This profile receives regular updates.
Associated Characters
Below is a small list of people associated with this Character
Below is a small list of people associated with this Character
Ser'eph Curoth
(Niner)
Jinhai Winters
(Hakim)
Kuursk Ballavrak
(BringmetheHorizon)
Nastrad Weilcher
(Enekappa)
Jikko J. Trump
(Viggy)
Jun Kagot
(Brasse)
Caleb Kansi
Quentell Xall
(Dark Cloud)
Maje
(Maje)
Bevia Hintra
(Caged Ghost)
(Niner)
Jinhai Winters
(Hakim)
Kuursk Ballavrak
(BringmetheHorizon)
Nastrad Weilcher
(Enekappa)
Jikko J. Trump
(Viggy)
Jun Kagot
(Brasse)
Caleb Kansi
Quentell Xall
(Dark Cloud)
Maje
(Maje)
Bevia Hintra
(Caged Ghost)
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