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==Lore==
==Lore==
[[Devrim Kay]] sat at a dingy workbench, tucked away in a corner of [[the Farm]]. He stripped and cleaned his rifle with practiced efficiency, his fingers moving on their own as his mind wandered.


Devrim Kay sat at a dingy workbench, tucked away in a corner of the Farm. He stripped and cleaned his rifle with practiced efficiency, his fingers moving on their own as his mind wandered.
The sniper recalled a conversation he'd had with [[Eido]], [[Mithrax, Kell of Light|Mithrax]]-[[Kell|kell's]] daughter. Devrim had found the Scribe charming, both wise and guileless. They'd spoken at length about her vision for the [[House of Light]] as a peace broker between [[Eliksni]] and [[human]]ity.  


The sniper recalled a conversation he'd had with Eido, Mithrax-kell's daughter. Devrim had found the Scribe charming, both wise and guileless. They'd spoken at length about her vision for the House of Light as a peace broker between Eliksni and humanity.  
In the moment, he'd been convinced by her youthful optimism. It stirred something in him long dormant—a vision for the future beyond the day-to-day violence of his life in [[Trostland]]. He left their conversation confident that a brighter future awaited the Eliksni.  


In the moment, he'd been convinced by her youthful optimism. It stirred something in him long dormant—a vision for the future beyond the day-to-day violence of his life in Trostland. He left their conversation confident that a brighter future awaited the Eliksni.
But now, in the cold light of day, his cynicism reasserted itself. Even if the House of Light remained a staunch ally, he doubted the other Eliksni throughout the system would follow suit. After all, the average [[Vandal]] wasn't fighting for politics, ethics, or philosophy. They were fighting a zero-sum game of territorial control… just like he was.
 
But now, in the cold light of day, his cynicism reasserted itself. Even if the House of Light remained a staunch ally, he doubted the other Eliksni throughout the system would follow suit. After all, the average Vandal wasn't fighting for politics, ethics, or philosophy. They were fighting a zero-sum game of territorial control… just like he was.


Besides, war was all he'd ever known. He'd grown up in this conflict; been raised by it. Without it… what was he?
Besides, war was all he'd ever known. He'd grown up in this conflict; been raised by it. Without it… what was he?
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