Post by ender on Mar 1, 2010 11:12:00 GMT -5
It was at one point a Church and then a Mosque. Even today, it remains a museum, a collection of works of antiquity and Faith. The Hagia Sophia, once the seat of the Eastern Orthodox Church.
Bootsteps echo down the empty halls, the staff and guests either hidden in their homes, or evacuated before the siege had begun. Only the steady tap of boot-heel against marble remains, as the Warmonger moves through it. He's quiet, eyes taking in as much as they can of religious iconography and history. At one time, the Byzantine Empire was one of the strongest in the world.
Now, it is a stronghold for Zeon, fighting the good fight against the corrupt and Earth-centric Federal Forces. He lets his hands run against the mosaics on the wall, feeling the history of them, the way the architecture has withstood the test of time, including wars throughout history.
Wars he has studied and taught, and now a war in which he fights. He stops to look at the great dome, eyes drawn upwards to the Heavens. His only other companions, Corporal Kratikoff and Commander Zoktavir.
"Sir?" The gruff voice of Zoktavir breaks the silence, eliciting a deadly stare from Irusk. The Warmonger says nothing, but puts a finger to his lips, giving him the signal to maintain silence.
"Even though we are here for war, there is one thing I must do." He finally breaks his own silence, and drops to his knees, folding his hands in front of him, bowing his head, and closing his eyes.
"Dear Lord, Hear my prayer. I know that I commit great sins, but that my belief in you never wavers. I swear that I will not allow your Home to fall, and that these innocents who remain in the city will not come to harm. I will do everything in my power to protect the sanctity of this building, even if I am condemned to hell to do so. These things I swear to you, in your Son's name, Jesus Christ, Amen." In the glint of the flittering light, a silver cross can be seen around his neck.
The others remain silent, respecting his choice to show his faith, even in the presence of his officers.
Even in the face of an almost insurmountable foe. But he wants nothing more than to wage war on them.
Bootsteps echo down the empty halls, the staff and guests either hidden in their homes, or evacuated before the siege had begun. Only the steady tap of boot-heel against marble remains, as the Warmonger moves through it. He's quiet, eyes taking in as much as they can of religious iconography and history. At one time, the Byzantine Empire was one of the strongest in the world.
Now, it is a stronghold for Zeon, fighting the good fight against the corrupt and Earth-centric Federal Forces. He lets his hands run against the mosaics on the wall, feeling the history of them, the way the architecture has withstood the test of time, including wars throughout history.
Wars he has studied and taught, and now a war in which he fights. He stops to look at the great dome, eyes drawn upwards to the Heavens. His only other companions, Corporal Kratikoff and Commander Zoktavir.
"Sir?" The gruff voice of Zoktavir breaks the silence, eliciting a deadly stare from Irusk. The Warmonger says nothing, but puts a finger to his lips, giving him the signal to maintain silence.
"Even though we are here for war, there is one thing I must do." He finally breaks his own silence, and drops to his knees, folding his hands in front of him, bowing his head, and closing his eyes.
"Dear Lord, Hear my prayer. I know that I commit great sins, but that my belief in you never wavers. I swear that I will not allow your Home to fall, and that these innocents who remain in the city will not come to harm. I will do everything in my power to protect the sanctity of this building, even if I am condemned to hell to do so. These things I swear to you, in your Son's name, Jesus Christ, Amen." In the glint of the flittering light, a silver cross can be seen around his neck.
The others remain silent, respecting his choice to show his faith, even in the presence of his officers.
Even in the face of an almost insurmountable foe. But he wants nothing more than to wage war on them.