tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19655949417755829782024-02-08T12:35:06.994-08:00From KapdaTales of and about an Intaki capsuleer.Bu Imbagihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04960719798813536283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965594941775582978.post-51294193841304991012015-02-04T02:44:00.002-08:002015-02-04T02:44:26.763-08:00Big News, Smaller World<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Bu swept a matted lock
of hair from his vision for the umpteenth time, his face held a warm
sheen from the close, thick heat. He wasn't used to being this close
to the equator, but needs must as his old teacher had always said.
This would have been his third week on the road, seeing the sites and
visiting his father's more favoured customers.
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Bu looked over the
vast tropics of Kapda, The Great Tapestry, there couldn't have been a
better place to stop for the night, stood in the gardens of yet
another grand house he could smell the sweet scent of the evening
blooms. They always seemed to smell better in the evening. Closing
his eyes, he took a deep breath, the almost still air cooling his sun
beaten head.
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Hearing a
cough, Bu turned around, knowing it his was his guide, and some would
say, security detail. Overly tanned and wearing the khaki shirt and
trousers of his father's company militia, Aadi wasn't a large man, or
a threatening one, his skills didn't come with the rifle he carried,
but with the machete he carried, and the information in his head. He
was the kind of man who could survive on his own in the jungles for
as long as he needed to. He wasn't here just to make Bu look
important, but to help with the rigours on the road. Friendly waves
were exchanged and Bu turned to lean over the raised wall of the
terrace, two other men of his father's company sat smoking tobacco
next to the heavy terrain truck they had brought along. Danu, Bu's
father had insisted they travel by air, but what was the fun in that?
The jungle would be no more than a green carpet, and they wouldn't
have felt the adventure of the near hidden roads. Bu called to the
men down below “Namas Tayam!” The men jumped to their feet by
habit, even this long journey hadn't drained the formalities from
them, he laughed and beckoned them up. Turning to Aadi, he looked
questioningly as the guide held a slip of paper out for him to take.
A message, from his father. It must have been sent ahead to the
merchant's manor.</div>
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Butterflies erupted in
Bu's stomach, and what felt like a large fist gripped at it.
Confirmed.</div>
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Clone and implant
compatibility confirmed. Bu looked up to Aadi, who looked back with a
smile, even though his eyes appeared disconnected from his mouth, Bu
had seen this look before, disappointment. Throwing all formalities
aside, Bu pulled Aadi close for a hug, he had to hug somebody, he
turned back to gaze out at The Great Tapestry, it somehow seemed
smaller.</div>
Bu Imbagihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04960719798813536283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965594941775582978.post-21362499883503541062015-02-04T01:30:00.001-08:002015-02-05T12:14:37.805-08:00An Introduction<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">People close to Bu, or those involved with the secessionist Intakis may know this short biography.</span></i></h4>
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Bu
Imbagi was born to Danu and Fadwa in Y.C. 84 on Kapda, also known as
Ostingele VII. Father; Danu is the proprietor of <i>"The Tea Hills"</i> Tea Company and his Mother Fadwa was a housewife, not without her own talents.
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Bu's
father was deeply connected to the Gurus of Kapda, by helping as a
steward and with general proceedings, he kept a reliable connection with a childhood friend
among them. In return for his services, it was decided that Bu, as a
reborn would be entered into the Guru Shishya School of Kapda. It was
at the Disciple school where Bu found his spirituality and
willingness to aid the secessionist cause. This of course was learnt from a teacher from Intaki itself, as opposed to the more anti-secession Kapda born. Bu has always regarded
him with the utmost respect, and often calls on him for his wisdom.</div>
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After completing his studies at the Guru Shishya School in Y.C. 100, Bu spent the
next eleven years helping the Gurus and work with his
father's Tea Company. He often traveled with trade parties and made visits to monitor the general
running of some of the farms. Bu lived a rich and varied life as far as Kapda was concerned, that is until he passed initial testing for
cloning and implant compatibility.</div>
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The
Centre of Applied Studies was Bu Imbagi's next life chapter. He was
to enter into his five year period of intense testing and training
which would lead to his life as a Capsuleer. The Federation was an
ill choice for his further studies, conflict and various disciplinary
actions awaited him at every turn. Being a staunch follower of morals
and ethics, he was targeted by the more liberal Gallente, and even
Intaki students due to his peaceful, but outspoken ways.
Alongside his various tests and training for the Capsule, Bu took on
extra studies to quell his ever curious mind, it was here where he
learned of the more ancient cultures and far fetched philosophies of
other empires and societies. </div>
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