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− | =The Cotar | + | ==The Cotar Fomas' Story== |
− | Cotar | + | Cotar Fomas Ara Muphrid stood in the cupola of the assault sled, watching armored vehicles and armored men move through the streets in the town below. Radio chatter from squad and section leaders washed through her command headset like the sound of surf, but it was all routine - nothing to distract her from her worry. Unnoticed, her armored fingers drummed on the lip of the command hatch, beating out the tempo of a childhood hymn. |
How many fools? she wondered. How many fools this time? | How many fools? she wondered. How many fools this time? | ||
− | At last the sound of her Stentor pulled her back from her musings. "Cotar | + | At last the sound of her Stentor pulled her back from her musings. "Cotar Fomas? The town is secure." |
Muphrid glanced at the chronometer in her helmet visor - 12 minutes, 30 seconds. Not their best time, but certainly enough to warrant praise. She keyed her microphone. | Muphrid glanced at the chronometer in her helmet visor - 12 minutes, 30 seconds. Not their best time, but certainly enough to warrant praise. She keyed her microphone. | ||
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"We're rounding up the townsfolk now. The monks are going through them. Demo charges are being placed in the false chapel. And we took one of their priests alive." | "We're rounding up the townsfolk now. The monks are going through them. Demo charges are being placed in the false chapel. And we took one of their priests alive." | ||
− | Inwardly Muphrid cursed, but a Cotar | + | Inwardly Muphrid cursed, but a Cotar Fomas is not allowed that sort of lack of control, so she replied "Very good. My compliments to the bretheren. Pass the word - I'm coming in." |
She paused for a moment to allow time for the squad on perimeter duty to get notification that she was coming, then ordered her driver to move in. The assault sled rose smoothly on its contra-grav and slid down the hill and into the town, pulling up just short of the town square. There Muphrid could see the cotiere of White Monks, conspicuous in their alabaster Iron, overseeing the conversion of the shell shocked populous to the true faith. To her consternation, she also saw a dozen or so villagers under guard, separated from their fellows. With them, easily recognized in his red robes, a single priest. | She paused for a moment to allow time for the squad on perimeter duty to get notification that she was coming, then ordered her driver to move in. The assault sled rose smoothly on its contra-grav and slid down the hill and into the town, pulling up just short of the town square. There Muphrid could see the cotiere of White Monks, conspicuous in their alabaster Iron, overseeing the conversion of the shell shocked populous to the true faith. To her consternation, she also saw a dozen or so villagers under guard, separated from their fellows. With them, easily recognized in his red robes, a single priest. | ||
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Sudden anger filled her. Just what were these fools trying to accomplish? Did they not understand what had happened here? She clambered out of the assault sled and dropped to the ground, her armor clattering. Raising her visor, she moved to approach the group. The guards refrained from bowing - they knew their duty - but inclined their heads in respect. | Sudden anger filled her. Just what were these fools trying to accomplish? Did they not understand what had happened here? She clambered out of the assault sled and dropped to the ground, her armor clattering. Raising her visor, she moved to approach the group. The guards refrained from bowing - they knew their duty - but inclined their heads in respect. | ||
− | "For those of you who do not know me, I am Cotar | + | "For those of you who do not know me, I am Cotar Fomas Ara Muphrid of the Order of the End of Knowledge. I am here to..." |
"MURDERING HERETIC BITCH!" the priest screamed, lunging at her. One of the guards swatted him down with an Iron encased fist, and would have followed up with a bone crushing kick had Muphrid not restrained her. | "MURDERING HERETIC BITCH!" the priest screamed, lunging at her. One of the guards swatted him down with an Iron encased fist, and would have followed up with a bone crushing kick had Muphrid not restrained her. | ||
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In truth, all Muphrid really wants is for her people to be free to practice their religion, and to defend the planet against exterior threats. She has litte knowledge of the Vaylen, however - when she worries about external threats she worries about the Mundus Humanitas. She also believes that the other sects on Nova Sparta will, sooner or later, attack the Order if they become sufficiently powerful. In truth she isn't really much interested in theology - she doesn't care what other sects believe. She doesn't think of them as heretics, simply as threats to the Order that must be crushed or suborned, with ruthless efficiency, before they become strong enough to threaten her people. | In truth, all Muphrid really wants is for her people to be free to practice their religion, and to defend the planet against exterior threats. She has litte knowledge of the Vaylen, however - when she worries about external threats she worries about the Mundus Humanitas. She also believes that the other sects on Nova Sparta will, sooner or later, attack the Order if they become sufficiently powerful. In truth she isn't really much interested in theology - she doesn't care what other sects believe. She doesn't think of them as heretics, simply as threats to the Order that must be crushed or suborned, with ruthless efficiency, before they become strong enough to threaten her people. | ||
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