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RP: Bahram Wing [Bahram Wing Side Story] Pen in Your Back

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Kokuten

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Fort Jarizas, Mazerin
E-5 Corridor
Yetsava 14th, 935
29:38 Commonwealth Standard Time



The scent of Salcra Weed penetrated the senses in Mu'Tasim's nose. It smelled bitter to him, rank even. Though, that was not the reason why the fresh Temple Guard had traveled down to corridor E5, a dimly lit area. He was here for business, executive orders so-to-speak, and he was intent on fulfilling them. Since it was night time, and the interior hall lights were darkened for effect, everyone had gone into their bunks and went to sleep for the night. Because of that, it was deathly silent, so it probably wouldn't be so difficult in handling Habeem Falasur, the current Shrine Keeper, who had reportedly left an anointed base shrine in disarray.

However, his sources of information, nearby residents of corridor E5, had told him otherwise. Habeem had received news of his families death back in Jafar, his wife and children had died in a hovercar accident. So, an otherwise natural and spiritual Habeem had turned downcast and hateful, lashing out against others and neglecting all duties. The Fort's local command gave him two weeks to recover and return to duty, however, Habeem never showed to work. Several times, they sent Vanguard personnel to check on him. He was alive, but lashing out against those who would pass into his quarters. The ranking officers were angered by his behavior, but didn't want to risk getting one of their innocent members killed.

That was where Mu'Tasim came in, when command called the Guardian Hall in Kaeshun City's Dream Cathedral, they demanded that they send someone to handle their priest. At the time, there were two Acolytes that had been accepted since the Dream Ceremony. The High Guardian felt that Mu'Tasim satisfied the situation's needs, and the Fort's further needs.

That's why Mu'Tasim was shivering in his Sun Robe in that cold, seemingly damp hall, trying to desperately find warmth under it's thin covering.

Oh Muna, I have been faithful, so long, so long. Please, come to me in my dreams tonight, and tell me where to find a Moon Robe. Mu'Tasim prayed to Muna the Nomad, referring to the Sun Robe's sister variant, a thicker, heavier robe, designed for climates like Mazerin. He hated the cold so much.

Shhhhhk...

Mu'tasim's glowing yellow eyes looked forward into the darkness, calmly acknowledging a scratching sound that had come from further down the dimly lit hall.

Nnnnngh...

Now, a sort of moan came from the door Mu'Tasim was standing next to. A look of confusion fell on his face, and he looked at the door.

"NNNNNGGH! Oh yes! Agni! Penetrate my dreams! PENETRATE MY DREAMS!" yelled a female Iroma from inside the door. Mu'Tasim deadpanned for the moment as the sound of two Iroma having sex seemed to interrupt the quiet atmosphere of the corridor. A virgin himself, it grinded on Mu'Tasim's nerves to hear it happening to someone else, but it also angered him that they were making enough noise to wake the entire corridor area. His heavy fist banged on the door, causing a light shriek from the female, and a loud thud on the floor, supposedly Agni.

The door opened a moment later, and there stood Agni, a thin, lanky Eyr Ranr clearly angered by the interruption and butt naked at that. Mu'Tasim only glared at him, the golden glow of his eyes burning at Agni. The Eyr was no fool, he recognized a set of Temple Guard robes when he saw one, and he recognized an angry Sund Wakir when he saw one.

"I..." Agni began.

"Don't." Mu'Tasim interrupted, his voice down to a whisper.

"Sure, but can we-..." Agni said, thumbing back into the room, a lovely Curdatl girl sitting on the bed, hair all frazzled, and a tad frightened.

"Quietly, infact, keep going for the next hour. If you hear a sound, do not stop, that is an order." Mu'Tasim whispered quickly and quietly. Agni, now a little more excited, closed the door. Mu'Tasim was statisfied he couldn't hear very much anymore. Though, it was a mystery now to whether or not Habeem had heard some of that.

Shnnnnnkkk....

The sound from before, that scratching was going from the direction of Habeems room. Not to mention, it was loud for where it was coming from. Mu'Tasim was beginning to fear the worse, he walked briskly across the hall, pulling out his digital pocketwatch.

"Damn it, 29:44, I should have been sleeping in my bunk by now, but no... I have to get him out of here by tommorow now. He thought, thinking of his mistake by thinking he had two days time. With a sortie to fly in fifteen hours, he wouldn't have enough time to meet the deadline if he didn't do it now. Mu'Tasim found himself in front of Habeem's door, and knocked lightly on it.

Shnk, sk, skittle, skud, snk... a variety of panicked scratching seemed to come from the door.

"Habeem Falasur, there is a shuttle waiting for you at Hanger S2, it is here to extract you and return you to Maekardan. It leaves in," Mu'Tasim stopped for a moment to look at his watch, 29:45, "Forty-five minutes, that's 1:30."

THOK. Was the sound of something stabbing into the door as if it were thrown. A wailing voice cut the following silence.

"Go away! If I leave, I could die!" whined what must have been Habeem.

"You've nothing to fear, I am a Temple Guard, I will protect you to the shuttle. You have my word and the guiding light of the Makuori." reassured Mu'Tasim.

"They forsook me! The Makuori have forsook me! Damn them! DAMN THEM!" wailed Habeem, a startled cry followed, slight sobs erupted after that, "Y-you see!? Ruh will turn me away! He will never guide me to the Eternal Dream! I will never see my love, or my children, they will only watch me in shame!"

Mu'Tasim took pity on the man, but nonetheless, he had a job to do.

"I apologize for your loss, Habeem, but the sands do not shift for us. We must walk with the wind and accept it. That is why I must ask you to open this door, or I will open it myself, you have ten seconds." warned Mu'Tasim.

Another object was throw at the door, followed by a shatter.

"Damn you! Nightmares for your family! Nightmares to all you love! Nightmares to all that love you! NIGHTMARES UNTIL YOU DIE!" screamed Habeem. Mu'Tasim drew his Faelraig, and then his Laiz Pistol.

"Habeem." Mu'Tasim answered after Habeem had finished his obscene insults.

"What!?" yelled Habeem.

"Ten." counted Mu'Tasim as he shot out the lock with his pistol and then stuck the tip of the Faelraig into the metal lock to open it quickly. He walked in, both weapons in hand, his pistol, pointed directly at the sniveling Dream Priest on the floor.

Habeem wasn't in the best of shape, he was thinly from a very light diet, and he was covered with remnants of Salcra plant. The scared Iroma looked up at Mu'Tasim with intense fear, holding a pen to defend himself.

Trying to disregard the horrible smell of the room, Mu'Tasim sheathed his Faelraig, and pulled out his watch, 29:50. He looked at the dream priest.

"You have ten minutes to gather all you wish to take with you, otherwise, we can leave now. I believe that the consorts will be able to help you, along with Kaeshun Medical Staff." Mu'Tasim spoke to him calmly, "I will help you pack."

The Guard holstered his pistol and moved over to an extremely messy desk, religious notes and scribbled documents were laden all over it, with a Book of Dreams resting below it all. Mu'Tasim had been needing a new Book of Dreams, his current copy was becoming tattered. He started to admire how well taken care of the book was, and spoke while he admired it.

"I know it may be too much to ask, but, may I keep your book? Mine is has fallen into dis-," Mu'Tasim was interrupted as a pen was shoved into his back, just below his left shoulder crest. "Argh!" he cried in pain.

The Priest had lost mind as he continued to stab and slash into the Guard's back, then attempting to claw at him with other hands. Mu'Tasim's mind was stunted by the intense pain of the repeated cuts, but he was trained to recover from such a situation. He turned, trying to face the priest and get him off, but Habeem was too wild, he sent four untamed nails across Mu'Tasim's face, causing noticeable, diagonal cuts.

"Argh! Dammit!" yelled Mu'Tasim as he overpowered the Priest, shoving Habeem to the other end of the room. When the priest hit the ground, he appeared stunned by the force he was thrown. Mu'Tasim drew his Faelraig and stomped toward the now panicked priest.

"Please! No, I don't want to die!" cried Habeem, tears beginning to run down his face.

"No! No! Please! I be-" sobbed the Priest before the broad end of the Faelraid connected to his skull. The frail Iroma fell unconscious.

Mu'Tasim growled his pained rage subsiding, with just his pain remaining. Habeem's attack left a sharp, burning sensation his back, and on his face. The blood from the top-most cut was sipping onto his eyes, and the other cuts got blood to his mouth, causing a copper taste to develop on his tounge. Most of this didn't really phase him too much, he'd been shot and cut before. His true concern was time, he looked at his watch, 29:52.

The Acolyte moved over to the desk where he stood and scooped up the Book of Dreams, which seemed to be in perfect condition.

I'll take this as payment for your assault. He thought.

He walked back over to Habeem, who was laying on the floor, almost lifeless.

"Let your dreams be ones of happiness, you've suffered enough." Mu'Tasim whispered as he scooped up the unconscious Iroma and moved out the door.

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Fort Jarizas, Mazerin
Hangar S2
Yetsava 15th, 935
1:01 Commonwealth Standard Time


Mu'Tasim hobbled, the weight of the priest pressing down on him, along with his blood loss. The sharp pain which penetrated his back was intense, still, and hurt with ever step he took. An Eyr Ranr shuttle pilot sat in the extremely cold bay, trying to light a cigarette. She looked up at Mu'Tasim, and her face twisted.

"Ooooh, hey handsome, get in a fight with a Jarin and lose?" She laughed at him. He smiled at her out of good sport, and took Habeem into the shuttle, she followed him in.

"Keep him secured until you reach your destination, tell the Temple Guard that receives you that he needs to watch him. The Salcra Weed has had a devastating effect on his mind, mixed with his grief." Mu'Tasim grunted through the sharp pangs of pain. The Eyr Ranr saluted him, almost in a over-serious way.

"Yes sir!" she said in a mirroring, over-serious tone. Mu'Tasim walked towards the exit until an unbelievably sharp pain went into his back again. He turned to look at the Eyr Ranr, who was holding the same pen Habeem had used to stab him.

"Wh-" Mu'Tasim started.

"There was a pen in your back, kind a lodged in between your crest and the skin, looked painful." She smiled, disregarding the pain she cause him. Mu'Tasim was caught off guard for a moment. "I figured you'd like it not lodged in between your crest and the skin.

"Thank you, you can keep the pen." He said simply, bowing to her lightly, squinting a little to the pain, and then walking out.

"Hey!" She called after him. He turned to see her hanging out of the door of the shuttle with a ceremonial Moon Robe in her hands. "They told me to give this to you since you forgot to grab one before you left, at least, that's what one of your Guard buddies said."

Mu'Tasim almost tripped when he turned to go for the robe. She handed it to him and laughed, "Consider it thanks for my new pen!"

"Yes, thank you." He grinned at her, utterly thankful that Muna had answered his prayer ahead of time. With that he turned and left, the bay doors not opening until he had left the hangar completely.

Mu'Tasim had sighed heavily, his day started so normally at 8:00 that morning. Though, he had seemingly felt like he had accomplished what needed to be done in his first day at Fort Jariaz. He had met an interesting group of people, and a strange commander. Then he accomplished the removal of Habeem Farasul from the Fort, he had met a lovely Eyr Ranr named Zus Storhan, and finally, he was going to get a shower. Hopefully, he would feel and move much better when he woke up in the next few hours. He stared at his watch.

1:03, he hadn't realized his day had been so long, yet that just wasn't what was really getting to him at the moment.

"Saints DAMMIT, why is always so cold in here!?" Mu'Tasim spat.
 
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