D O M I N U S
Message Subject: No Subject
Recipient: Office of Mr. Verd
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Sender: Mr. Verd
I did what was expected of me.
There is yet another Imperial movement stirring in the Galaxy. It is...fundamentally different than the former Remnant; but it has leagues more potential. I have chosen to do more than observe as directed. I have chosen to cast my lot in with them. I cannot tell you the capacity, of course, lest loyalty be called into question.
But, at the end of the day, I'm making this decision father. With or without your blessing. I know I'm not Deneve, born with free will. I know I'm not one of my heretic siblings either. But I feel that I deserve the freedom to choose my own path, not just the one you think is best.
I'm not Ravager any longer.
Ishmael had stared at the screen for several minutes. This wasn't the first time he had been here, writing up a letter to the man who made him. Before, Ishmael had believed that obedience was the reason he was created. He was a clone...a perfect copy of his sire born to carry out his will abroad. But, it just didn't sit right any longer. Ishmael felt things, wanted things...and one of said things was freedom.
So he hit send and braced for impact.
Recipient: Office of Mr. Verd
CC:
Sender: Mr. Verd
I did what was expected of me.
There is yet another Imperial movement stirring in the Galaxy. It is...fundamentally different than the former Remnant; but it has leagues more potential. I have chosen to do more than observe as directed. I have chosen to cast my lot in with them. I cannot tell you the capacity, of course, lest loyalty be called into question.
But, at the end of the day, I'm making this decision father. With or without your blessing. I know I'm not Deneve, born with free will. I know I'm not one of my heretic siblings either. But I feel that I deserve the freedom to choose my own path, not just the one you think is best.
I'm not Ravager any longer.
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Ishmael had stared at the screen for several minutes. This wasn't the first time he had been here, writing up a letter to the man who made him. Before, Ishmael had believed that obedience was the reason he was created. He was a clone...a perfect copy of his sire born to carry out his will abroad. But, it just didn't sit right any longer. Ishmael felt things, wanted things...and one of said things was freedom.
So he hit send and braced for impact.