Part 1

People were running around in hysteria, Gogmal stood motionless over the body and the guards where shooting in his direction, Gogmal was stuck in a trance for several seconds before he was snapped out of it with a heavy blow and slowly dropped to the ground.

Earlier today Gogmal had, as ever before, been woken up by the blistering suns shining through the gaps of his rag of cloth his superiors allowed to call a tent. Heaving himself up with a tint of excitement for this special day, he put on his sandals and went to the food queue. On his way he met many slaves, chatting amongst themselves trying to ease their miserable existence in that cursed place. Gogmal had long time decided that his life would be easier without building relations, after his love died from diseases that plagued this slave settlement 2 years ago he had become increasingly closed off and the only communications he made were only done if he was spoken to.

Gogmal was a slave in the Yukonva slave facility located on Hokwhatha a moon filled with raw minerals and owned by Hakwoulur Ardishapur distant causing to the royal heir. The moon was filled with these facilities, most ranging in sizing up from fifty thousand slaves to some hundred thousands, the total populate of this moon estimated 2.6 million slaves. This slave colony was cleverly managed through food distribution, for there was no soil to grow things, or no water. Those who controlled the water and food controlled the colony, in this sense there was no need for Amarr authority on that planet, each facility would have to provide raw ore to a certain quota to receive food, if they failed they simply would starve to death, any act of rebellion would be starved to obedience. To meet this quota they facilities needed ruthless leadership witch was willingly done by slaves who had a large group of friends and had physical powers as well as intelligence used in deadly cunning. Coups were frequent and the only way to stay in power was to ruthlessly eliminate or beat your opponents into submissive, for the greater good was in stake for that facility had to be held in honour. More or less the leaders of these facilities were allowed small perks, a house and unlimited supplies of food, some even got weapons, they were normally cursed and sometimes called Nefantars for that was a grave curse word in the Matari’s society for after all they were the traitors commonly known as Ammatars. The perks followed simple rule, the more ore you provide from each citizen above the quota the more you would get, and in truth this was ingenious way to run a colony, since the slaves took the ruling of their own kind with less hatred, and even on this planet they reproduced naturally, built up houses and towns, for the need to survive even with nothing to live for is so great within the human races that they strive on, work every day in slavery.

Gogmal was rather tall, he was a blending of a brutor woman and a sebiestor man, rather uncommon prodigy since it’s rather a brutor male that tries to force his will upon sebiestor women, but his parents had had genuine feelings towards each other. This parentage made him far superior to his kinsmen, strong, resilient, swift and intelligent. The few times he had been fought for whatever petty differences had occurred to him in his past he fought with tactics and chose to do few coordinated strikes with perfect timing, most of the time leaving his subject unharmed but temporarily disabled in the ground.

As the bell sounded Gogmal finished reciting his plan in his head for the seventh time this morning and returned to his current surroundings, following the group of peoples heading to the mines, on the way he was handed a heavy rusty pick he rested with easy on his shoulder, making his way down some 1.5 km down to the earth where he was to spend the morning in hot and dry aired tunnels. And Gogmal mined and mined as usual, though perhaps with more joy than before since that would be the last day he would be doing this, last day he would spend a day in these mines, and so allowed himself to even hum, though not that loud it would raise suspicions. At noon the elevator came down to pick up the miners for today they would not have to mine, today was indeed a special day, not just for Gogmal but for everyone located on this facility.

Today his master’s young nephew Kolmin was going to visit the slave facilities and marvel the power his cousin had over the million lives of the slaves. This event had been thoroughly planned, and just the day earlier, few Amarr industrials had found their way down to the surface loaded with military personnel who were making final arrangements for Kolmin’s arrival, putting up barriers and pavements so he wouldn’t have to walk on the filthy ground.

In fact Gogmal had observed them the day before having pleaded to be sick and spared the harshness of the mines for one day. Carefully taking mental notes of each open places the routine of the guards and the location of the slaves who would bow to Kolmin wherever he walked and listen to him criticize them, for you wouldn’t expect an Ardishapur talking to slaves but to criticize or spit on them since their profound belief in Amarr superiority and direct authority from God himself. In fact their arrogance as usual in Amarr history they overlooked several facts and points in their surrounding, not paying heed to the rubbish in the ground witch was in-fact the sewer entrance and perhaps not perceived as danger, when Gogmal saw this he knew Kolmin’s and his fate were sealed. Making a plan in his head Gogmal would once out of the mines the following day gain entrance to the sewers through a hatch closely to his home, hurrying as fast as he could before the other slaves would reach their home and enter unseen down the sewers with a knife he would use as his murder weapon.

As the elevator came to an halt he rushed as he could out of the tunnels, only to bump into a Brutor guard and knocking him down. “In a hurry are we?” asked the guard rather angrily staring at Gogmal “Yes, if you must down my stomach isn’t about to hold much longer and I wish rather to do my droppings at home” replied Gogmal, hoping that the answer would disgust the guard enough that he would let him pass without a fuzz.

Although Gogmal didn’t speak much he had the power of persuasion in his voice and made a pretty good liar from time to time when needed. In fact Gogmal hadn’t spoken so this guard could remember and always found him weird for his solitude and stoic calm he went through the day and had developed a disliking for him since he envied Gogmal.

“Well what are you waiting for you miserable whelp, leave my sight as soon as possible” the guard replied and Gogmal was of the hook. He knew he had lost valuable time, since he had only few minutes before the people would reach their home for some from the lower levels went earlier than him. Sprinting between the shabby tents and through narrow alleys he made a quick stop at his tent and took a knife with him. This knife had originally been given too his father when he served the leader of those days in the tribal regime and was originated to one of the perks of the facility leaders for “good” regime.

Hurrying to the next sever entrance he suddenly came to a halt on the corner where it was located. The Amarr’s hadn’t been as ignorant as he had hoped, over the entrance stood an Amarr guard armed with a laser rifle. “Shit!” Gogmal thought realizing the guard might jeopardise his current plans. He would have to execute him up close and without a sound. Crawling alongside the wall as silently as he could Gogmal made his way to the armed guard. “10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters” Gogmal counted in his head “4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters” *snip*. The guard turned quickly around pointing the gun at Gogmal who was already in mid air propelling himself forward. A hot ray of beam burned his side but the adrenalin blocked out his pain receptors and kept him focused on the guard’s throat. His knife made contact, pushing into the soft tissue of the Guard’s neck severing his vocal strings and with a swift move cut the soft wall of his arteries to the brain. Covered in blood Gogmal opened the hatch and threw the guard’s body down into the sewer following after the carcass and closing, thankful for the silence of laser weapons. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the sewers and his head stopped spinning of dizziness cause by the smell Gogmal made haste through the tunnels to the hatch where Kolmin would stand next to examining the slaves and making them worship them. As he reached the hatch he sat down, now it was time to wait.

Seconds passed and turned into minutes and the minutes would soon make hours, as Gogmal waited he started thinking about the guard. This was the first time he ever killed a man “How remarkably easy” he thought, “just few seconds and *poof* he’s dead”. Gogmal had often thought about life after death since his love passed away, though his surrounding and logic suggested that the soul didn’t exist, since of what material it should be, he decided against his better judgment to believe since it gave him comfort if nothing else. “I wonder if the Amarr go to the same god as we do”.

As he thought he heard that there was turmoil up above, he quickly put his thoughts aside putting all his mental energies into his senses. The Matari were assembling and it was obvious that Kolmani would make his appearance soon. Then it came, the mass was cheering, “Those dogs, to cheer for that man” Gogmal said quietly aloud, well knowing that there were guards everywhere around pointing guns at his kinsmen and would not even blink to pull the trigger. And he waited still, waiting for Kolmani to speak, to hear his location, to hear where he should strike.

“Slaves, I’m your master’s nephew, Kolmani Ardishapur, bow before me!”

The rage boiled in Gogmal climbing up the stairs. Taking a swing he kicked the sewer hatch off and simultaneously flung himself high in the air in an arc with such graze a cat would be proud. Suddenly disturbed by the noise Kalamin looked at Gogmal with a startle and on this instant he knew his days were counted. Only arms reach separated the two and with a knife in his head Gogmal split his guts open in one slashing motion following with a crushing blow through Kalamin’s spine as he stumbled forward. Kalamin was dead.


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