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Reidun Quisling
Reidun: House or nest of love; A woman who loves her home.
Quisling: A Norwegian surname, now meaning traitor.
A woman born into the world by loving parents, thinking she would be a person to love her home and fellow man.
How they were wrong; death, destruction and pain comes from this living contradiction.
A silent, internally raving demon. A disgrace to her family.
A constant life on the move, often crammed into the cattle carts of the unwashed and unclean. The stench of the decrepit is enough the break through the mask, no one can look at me in the eye - They see me as a traitor, they see me lower than them... They want me dead or out of the picture. They want to run, they want the old world back and their families.
Can I blame them?
No.
What I've done to these people is fucking disgusting, it's horrible but I need to do it. It's all justified, it simply needs to be done... It keeps people alive; It keeps me alive, it keeps my family alive and the others around me. I can't stop this because of a few teary eyes and bleeding hearts.
The constant changing of cities, the new faces but here in Geneva... I seem to be stuck - The same old faces with the new ones quickly dying either from me or something else. The trains letting out jets of despair as more turn up. I was once again on a train but to the industrial city... I'm glad City Twenty-four is left behind but it's still the same mess and problems. A lot of good men and women die within our ranks. All for what? We're here cannibalizing each other, our own ranks.
I've often look back on life... It all looked like wasted time, constant trials and tribulations of the sorts. Just in an empty room fighting and screaming alone; days, weeks, months wasted - I thought and still do think it at most times... If I invested my time and energy into something else, what can I achieve with it? I know: A lot of things, many great things. I could have gotten a decent career or learned a valuable skill but this is the path of life I have chosen...
People coming in and out of life, many fellow functionaries... Some I've made great friends, loved even while some I've made enemies; threats of death and damage upon me... Often powerless to speak or act back because of how low I was. There is very little trust or teamwork in this business. Everyone's an enemy - Fighting two wars, one against the rebels and another against your own colleague to see you dead, so they can trample over you for that career boost.
What should I expect with a band of family killing race traitors?
This, exactly.
One of my Rank Leaders taken me aside, he saw all the work I've put in. Seen my service, my records and my tenure within the force... A stroke of pity must have came over him and he promoted me, giving me the same power as the people who tortured me and brought me down for simply daring to serve along side them. I won't become like them; as a person who runs of a meritocracy... Reward the good, punish the bad. Discipline is a great key to success but how can one be disciplined and surgical in a nexion of vipers which want to tear your throat out for that career boost? It's impossible.
People coming in and out of life, many fellow functionaries... Some I've made great friends, loved even while some I've made enemies; threats of death and damage upon me... Often powerless to speak or act back because of how low I was. There is very little trust or teamwork in this business. Everyone's an enemy - Fighting two wars, one against the rebels and another against your own colleague to see you dead, so they can trample over you for that career boost.
What should I expect with a band of family killing race traitors?
This, exactly.
One of my Rank Leaders taken me aside, he saw all the work I've put in. Seen my service, my records and my tenure within the force... A stroke of pity must have came over him and he promoted me, giving me the same power as the people who tortured me and brought me down for simply daring to serve along side them. I won't become like them; as a person who runs of a meritocracy... Reward the good, punish the bad. Discipline is a great key to success but how can one be disciplined and surgical in a nexion of vipers which want to tear your throat out for that career boost? It's impossible.
My first act as a Sergeant... They got crushed. A routine check upon this cursed rot lead to a culling of an insurgent village before burning the rest down... Burning what had not been burned; We was their second and last stroke of bad luck. Unsure what had happened before we came - Not like I cared nor should, really. It was a victory, a true victory which our garrison was longing for such a long time. It was refreshing...
I did not take any prisoners, I've gave them the same as they would do to our crippled and injured officers. Their tactics and lack of care biting them back; they got a taste of their medicine and it won't be the last. I will continue to crush, kill and destroy... Using their own tactics against them -- Their own cowardly tactics.
... I sometimes think of that old lady I had ordered to be executed, she would have said the same orders as I... She would stick the knives in our backs, slicing the blade against our throats as we lay there on the floor, bleeding out and crying out for our mothers... The same people who bomb hospitals and civilians... Are we really the bad side when it's that we're up against?
No...
I did not take any prisoners, I've gave them the same as they would do to our crippled and injured officers. Their tactics and lack of care biting them back; they got a taste of their medicine and it won't be the last. I will continue to crush, kill and destroy... Using their own tactics against them -- Their own cowardly tactics.
... I sometimes think of that old lady I had ordered to be executed, she would have said the same orders as I... She would stick the knives in our backs, slicing the blade against our throats as we lay there on the floor, bleeding out and crying out for our mothers... The same people who bomb hospitals and civilians... Are we really the bad side when it's that we're up against?
No...
I look upon the future, wondering where the road it will take me as I glance back at my mistakes, trying to learn from them; mistakes from my own making and from those around me. I know I will die one day, we all die.
This will never be over, something will end and I'm not getting out alive.
Either eaten by my own side or torn apart by the people I've made suffer.
Only time will tell but I am afraid.
I think of those who I've seen and interacted with, some I care for and others I don't.
This will never be over, something will end and I'm not getting out alive.
Either eaten by my own side or torn apart by the people I've made suffer.
Only time will tell but I am afraid.
I think of those who I've seen and interacted with, some I care for and others I don't.
@gammaonvrc
A fellow Scandinavian, a Dane... A man that sounds like he's swallowing a hot potato while being choked. He is a fellow viceroy unit, one that is under my command. We both used to be the same rank and during that tenure we've grown somewhat of a love-hate bond... Trashing each other for being different Scandinavians but bonding over spilled blood and being in the same situations at hand. He is a very good and capable unit, one of many I am happy to serve along side with.
A fellow Scandinavian, a Dane... A man that sounds like he's swallowing a hot potato while being choked. He is a fellow viceroy unit, one that is under my command. We both used to be the same rank and during that tenure we've grown somewhat of a love-hate bond... Trashing each other for being different Scandinavians but bonding over spilled blood and being in the same situations at hand. He is a very good and capable unit, one of many I am happy to serve along side with.
@Nezoose
A command unit that I've been put to work with. We see eye to eye on a lot of things, often having deep discussions about our lives, our futures and what is held for us with this service. We've came to agreement that the future before is a dark and dangerous one - Not only for us but for the people around us too. We tell each other prophetic tales of death and destruction - Though we still both hold hope that there is still life, with what little there is.
A command unit that I've been put to work with. We see eye to eye on a lot of things, often having deep discussions about our lives, our futures and what is held for us with this service. We've came to agreement that the future before is a dark and dangerous one - Not only for us but for the people around us too. We tell each other prophetic tales of death and destruction - Though we still both hold hope that there is still life, with what little there is.
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