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@ashleyblackstone-blog
Wanna see my latest project?
Yer ready for a road trip?
God that looks awesome ! :o
Just wait until I attached the weaponry to the “Ashmobile”. Hrhr.
Does it mean Jayne is kinda your Robin ?
na, probably more Alfred.
Let’s just say I’m simply going to refer to her as “Missas J.” .... Or “Puddin’“.
Wanna see my latest project?
Yer ready for a road trip?
God that looks awesome ! :o
Just wait until I attached the weaponry to the “Ashmobile”. Hrhr.
Wanna see my latest project?
Yer ready for a road trip?
Here are some pictures of the place where me and Jayne are currently living in. Still working on some of it, but it’s mostly done! Hope ya like it. I do. And I think Jayne does, too.
Of course, training the body isn’t all. Also the mind should be trained and there’s more to battle than strength. You need tactics. You need to know your enemy. And you need education. For this, I built a lecture room on the roof of the building, next to the solar collector (the whole plot is running on green energy, or else the Aurin would be pissed!). It’s offering a large wall screen and a state-of-the-art tactical interface. You can plan your battle strategies and learn something. Or play Dominion chess. Whatever.
And also, I gotta live somewhere. That’s where the “vault” comes into mind: My private space is hidden at the center, down the vault hatch (it’s code locked, so no random entering, honeys!)
I also got a boxing ring, fighting ring and of course a small medical bay for immediate treatment, shoud the training go haywire. There’s also a sauna, shower room and a restroom for your convenience. After a hard day of training, you can relax in the comfort zone, pool, balcony or at the campfire. Ain’t that pretty?
Now take a look at my work: The “Blackstone Camp” or however you may call it. I got an FCON-approved shooting range (including a gun turret for heavy weapon training and drop pods for drop pod training) and a little obstacle training course for fitness on the outside. Inside there’s a dance training hall (for your gymnastics, aerobics, dancing or other rhythmic training), a locker room to get changed or a training room for fitness and strength. At the entrance there’s a small bar area where you can sit, relax and buy the occassional sport drinks (yes, isotonic beer is considered a sport drink!) from the bot or the vending machine (from Protostar!)
I’m startin’ with a selfie. This is me in my room at the - as I call it - Blackstone Vault!
Keep up the p(e)ace
Yeah. Been a while since I updated this.
Was quite busy, worked half the day doin’ errand jobs for FCON and XAS to earn some money, working the other half with rented builder bots on my skyplot, using the money I earned to transform it from a buried wrecked ship part into a home.
Man am I exhausted. But it was totally worth it. The interior is what I’d call comfortable now. I asked Jayne oftentimes if she was satisfied, but she always said yes... guess she’d even stay if it was just a pile of rubble as long as I was in it.
So she’s not much help on that part. Also, I think she’s afraid to make a wish, because I’d immediately run off to make it happen. She asked for a pool. So I built the best effin’ pool on Nexus! She asked for a few plants to liven up the place. I built an underground arboretum! And when she said that a few rugs would work wonders in her room I immediately ran off to fetch’em. But that’s just what I do. I make things. And I make things happen. I’m a go-getter. That’s just how I roll and I like it. Makes me feel needed and contributing. And the reason why I do it immediately is quite simple. If I don’t, I’d probably forget about it. Heh.
I also finished the training grounds and added a lecture room on the roof, everything’s now in place.
I’ll post pictures of it later. Guess it’s time for a pool party!
Right now I’m enjoying the serenity, before Aurin start to flood the place.
On another note:
I decided I’d volunteer and enroll with the Peacekeeper. Right now I’m doing jobs for FCON, setting things straight already, and I’m bouncer at the Charyb and also self-proclaimed protector of Jayne. So I’m currently keepin’ the peace around my people, so why not make it official?
Peacekeeper Blackstone. Now doesn’t that sound good?
Also, I just might become Judge someday. Jayne says she’d feel safer and Cley said I was wise. Dunno if that’s true, but maybe I’m fit for the job.
Well, only way to find out is by trying.
Fightin’ never stops
Ain’t it strange how war twists people’s mindset?
I get that people are biased because of my heritage. People will always have prejudices. But when that ruins what was supposed to be a relaxed partying evening, I really get pissed.
We figured things out though. My boss (owner of the Charyb), Sirnana, a pretty narcistic aurin, freaked when she found out I was born on Cassus. I almost freaked, too, when she called me a ‘Dommie’, but I kept my cool. ‘Cuz the real reason she got angry was because Riley didn’t tell her and consulted her.
Obviously, when you are born on Cassus, you need a ‘special consulting’ if the boss lets you work for her or no. It’s funny, really. The Cassians treated me like a second-class human because I’m a lowborn. And some Exiles treat me like I’m second-class because I’m a Cassian. Isn’t it good to be loved?
Know what I’m thinking? Dominion and Exiles aren’t that different. Give the Exiles power, tell them they’re godsend and give them the technology to create a star-spanning Empire and they’d behave just the same. Power corrupts. No matter how good of a person you think you are. You get power. You sooner or later abuse it. But I guess that’s a thought I better keep for myself, eh?
Anyways, Riley took the shit because she didn’t tell ‘Nana about my past. That’s exactly the reason why I don’t keep my mouth shut.
People often tell me “Don’t tell people you were Cassus-born, some might hate you for that.”
But tell you what. People talk. Sooner or later they’ll find out anyways. And then they’re getting angry behind your back, think of you as a spy or something and if you’re not careful, you end up with a knife in the back. But if you’re honest about it and tell people, they get angry at your face. And then you see the strike coming, if they get mad. Better tell someone what you are right away, when they freak and leave, that’s it. But if you get to know’em first and they find out later, you’re in for trouble. Especially if you’ve started to like the person.
That’s why I ain’t making it a secret.
Well, I got things set with ‘Nana eventually, by proving myself by killin’ a few Dommies and helping a couple of Exile prisoners escape.
“You don’t hesitate on killing a Dommie, so I trust you”, that’s what she said.
Yeah, I know I don’t hesitate on killing a Dommie. ‘Cuz I know they won’t hesitate on killing me, either. It’s either them or me. I learned that.
But come to think of it.
Mistrusting someone because they were born on a specific world, something they don’t get to chose.
And then trusting them because they don’t hesitate on killing people.
Wouldn’t it be better to trust people no matter where they come from, but mistrusting someone who doesn’t mind killing? Obviously, war turns that upside down.
Just shows what a f’ed-up universe we live in.
*starting transmission*
Sorry to hear that you suffer from the look people give to you because of your roots, dear. Those kind of things never change, I fear, wherever you are. If you want my opinion, though, I would tell you that no matter what they think about you, the only thing that does really matter is to know who you are, and to stay yourself. You don’t care if people don’t like you for some bullshit : you can get over it. But the day you’ll realize that you betrayed the person you really are, that day you’ll not be able to forgive yourself.
People will try to lower other people, that’s the way it works : Protostar wanna stop the Freebot Code, Dommies wanna destroy the Exiles, Marauders wanna rob us all, the Strain wanna eat us all ! So be it ! But as long as you’re true to yourself, you can keep fighting for happiness. It will probably take time, but one day or another, you’ll not have to fear people’s reactions anymore.
That’s it for me. Keep it up, Ashley ! From an exile who think that the future is way more important than the past.
*End of the transmission*
-Beginning Transmission-
I ain't "suffering", darlin', it just gets on my nerves. But yeah, I get what you're saying. It's always easier to put others down than raising oneself and I ain't free of that either, I can be quite feisty.
But don't worry, I'll stay true to myself and do whatever feels right. I don't mind people hating me for whatever reason they might come up with, I can deal with that. And it wouldn't be much of a problem or discussing matter either, if it was just me. But when it drags other people down along, people close to me, that's when I'm startin' to get pissy.
Thanks for your kind words, though. And I agree: It's doesn't matter where you start your journey from. It depends on the road you choose to travel that makes you who you are. See? I can do metaphors!
Later Cley!
Also: Eep! Someone's actually reading this!
-End of Transmission-
Fightin’ never stops
Ain’t it strange how war twists people’s mindset?
I get that people are biased because of my heritage. People will always have prejudices. But when that ruins what was supposed to be a relaxed partying evening, I really get pissed.
We figured things out though. My boss (owner of the Charyb), Sirnana, a pretty narcistic aurin, freaked when she found out I was born on Cassus. I almost freaked, too, when she called me a ‘Dommie’, but I kept my cool. ‘Cuz the real reason she got angry was because Riley didn’t tell her and consulted her.
Obviously, when you are born on Cassus, you need a ‘special consulting’ if the boss lets you work for her or no. It’s funny, really. The Cassians treated me like a second-class human because I’m a lowborn. And some Exiles treat me like I’m second-class because I’m a Cassian. Isn’t it good to be loved?
Know what I’m thinking? Dominion and Exiles aren’t that different. Give the Exiles power, tell them they’re godsend and give them the technology to create a star-spanning Empire and they’d behave just the same. Power corrupts. No matter how good of a person you think you are. You get power. You sooner or later abuse it. But I guess that’s a thought I better keep for myself, eh?
Anyways, Riley took the shit because she didn’t tell ‘Nana about my past. That’s exactly the reason why I don’t keep my mouth shut.
People often tell me “Don’t tell people you were Cassus-born, some might hate you for that.”
But tell you what. People talk. Sooner or later they’ll find out anyways. And then they’re getting angry behind your back, think of you as a spy or something and if you’re not careful, you end up with a knife in the back. But if you’re honest about it and tell people, they get angry at your face. And then you see the strike coming, if they get mad. Better tell someone what you are right away, when they freak and leave, that’s it. But if you get to know’em first and they find out later, you’re in for trouble. Especially if you’ve started to like the person.
That’s why I ain’t making it a secret.
Well, I got things set with ‘Nana eventually, by proving myself by killin’ a few Dommies and helping a couple of Exile prisoners escape.
“You don’t hesitate on killing a Dommie, so I trust you”, that’s what she said.
Yeah, I know I don’t hesitate on killing a Dommie. ‘Cuz I know they won’t hesitate on killing me, either. It’s either them or me. I learned that.
But come to think of it.
Mistrusting someone because they were born on a specific world, something they don’t get to chose.
And then trusting them because they don’t hesitate on killing people.
Wouldn’t it be better to trust people no matter where they come from, but mistrusting someone who doesn’t mind killing? Obviously, war turns that upside down.
Just shows what a f’ed-up universe we live in.
Unbelievable
Mh-Ok, this is probably gonna be embarassing if she finds this blog and reads it, but I gotta record it as I suck at talking to people about my feelings.
Y’see, it’s late night and I’m sitting here in my little bunker, watching Jayne sleep.
Yeah that’s right. My Jayne. I still can’t believe it, after I think 10 years or so we met again. Until a few days ago, I was living with the knowledge of never seeing my best childhood friend again. And then, all of a sudden, there she was. I almost thought I forgot her face forever, lost in the haziness of my memories, but those eyes... those were the very same cerulean blue eyes I so often looked into when I was a kid. The same eyes that followed every word I told her about how my young mistress would play dress-up with me. The same eyes that envied my curly brown braids and pretty ribbons I was wearing back then. Damn, those were other times. And there I met those eyes across the bar, talkin with an Aurin. It’s really her. What are the odds?
Yesterday she told me she didn’t have a place to stay really, saving her money for something (is she in debt or something?). She won’t tell me what the deal is, as she’s afraid I’d run off and do something regrettable. Ah well damn, she still knows me.
Anyways, I invited her to stay over at my place for the time being, until she recovers and finds a place on her own. And judging by her behavior, she’ll hurry to get out of here and find a place quick, as she wouldn’t want to be a bother. I ain’t tellin’ her that I’m not gonna let her go that easy. Not yet. I ain’t gonna let her go until I’m one-hundred-percent sure she can stand on her own two feet without being afraid. Unless she tells me what her problem is, best I can do is make a safe haven for her. And if things get rough, I’d even lock the hatch and fight any intruders off to keep her safe here.
She promised to make it up to me by cooking for me, and damn do I look forward not relying on military rations anymore. But first, I need a kitchen. This shipwreck I made into a home still needs a lot of work. And a lot of money, too. I took the job as bouncer for the Charyb and do some errands for FCON or XAS to earn some. And maybe I can do some salvaging on the way, too.
But right now, I’m just sitting here, watchin’ Jayne sleep in the makeshift bed I gave her. She’s grown into a pretty young woman. Not a battle-hardened warrior like myself, but isn’t that what she always wanted, bein’ the pretty one of us both? Seeing her like that still feels like a daydream. Whenever I look away, I got the fear she just disappears into thin air, or transforms into a stranger person, the image of Jayne evaporizing as I realize that her being my Jayne was only my wishful thinking.
But she’s really here. And with the Exiles. The stars know what she’s been through. I know the ordeal that I went through, constantly fighting and battling for survival, each day more of an adventure than I could take, until I grew accustomed to the thrill. Now I’m getting nervous just sitting around. Which makes me wonder why I am so calm right now. Watching her like this makes me feel... at peace.
It’s like I was restless, travelling the universe and beyond, landing on the most distant planet of known space, ever searching for something without knowing what, until I found her and feel finally... home. Yeah, it’s like coming home.
But it’s not done yet.
I can tell she’s been through a lot. She’s still a housemaid, like she started to be when we were kids. Considering where we are she surely had it rough. She doesn’t look like a fighter, her skin being perfectly intact. No scarrings, all soft flesh and satin skin. Making it out of the Dominion and onto Nexus like this would have cost her a lot of money or a lot of connections, and there are only three ways of getting this I know of. First is my way, the fighting, doing hard work and dirty work that no one else would do. As I said she ain’t looking like that. So that leaves option 2 or 3:
Option 2 being scheming, spinning webs of information to blackmail people, or even murdering people with an aimed strike or poison to acquire influence and reach your goals.
Option 3 would be the “entertainment business”... another kind of “dirty work”. As a dancer or companion for money.
She sure always was the clever one of us, so she’d be clever enough for option 2, but could she be ruthless enough? And she sure is pretty enough for option 3, but I hate thinking about it.
Well, whatever she did to get here. I probably wouldn’t like it. Knowing she’s ashamed of it (otherwise she would tell me), I also have a suspicion.
But whatever she went through since the day I left her behind, it’s all my fault. Because I lost control and killed our master. They didn’t treat us well after they found out my dad was a “traitor to the empire”. Can’t imagine how they treated her after finding her best friends’ a killer AND a traitor.
She must have gone through hell because of me.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t make it up to her somehow. Well, no use sulking over it. I had my share of guilt way back when. Because of what I did, mom and Aiden died. I got told it ain’t my fault and that I did the right thing, but the people telling me hadn’t been there. And I still felt responsible. But feeling sorry wouldn’t bring mom back, or Aiden. So I learned to accept it. But now there’s Jayne. I can’t undo the things she’s been through. But I can help her now, protect her and keep her from harm, no matter what.
And maybe, someday, she’ll forgive me.
And maybe I’ll even forgive myself.
Gha, see, now I’m getting all melodramatical! Stop it Ashley! That’s not like you!
And damn, does she look cute while sleeping. Right now, I’d love to drop everything and snuggle up beside her and never let her go... But that ain’t right. I better see if I can find something for breakfast before she wakes up.
Speaking of waking up, I think Ria’s moving. Ah yeah, the scrawny Aurin girl that drank too much last night, I took her in as well. Gonna stop recording now. Gee, this’ll be real embarassing if someone reads it!
-AshBlack
Awakening
#DISCRETION ADVISED# Private recording #1 I don't recall much of the day I left Cassus. It's all a hazy blur, filled with the pressing feeling of fear and loss. I often refer to it as "the day I ripped my heart out" when I think back, because it's quite fitting. What I recall is that I played with Jayne in the garden outside after breakfast, as usual. I think we were inventing a new toy for Misty, our cat that day? Well, in the middle of the day, mom called for lunch and Jayne and I each had our little duties. We were just kids, yet we served the noble house just like the other lowborns. Then everything went haywire. My mom tripped, spilling the hot appetizer soup all over the nobleman's lap. She backed down and said she was awfully sorry, but it was too late. The highborn got up and hit her. Badly. Again and again, which made Aiden step in. Oh, Aiden... my big brother. He was always so kind and caring. He wouldn't harm no one, until that day, when he slapped our Lord right in the face to make him stop hitting mom. But then he was the one in for a beating. I dunno what happened then. When I saw this, I kinda short-fused. My memory is like a weird slideshow, jumping from picture to picture like one of those comic books. Me seeing my mom and brother getting beat up by the brawny highborn. Me in tears. Me running for the nobleman's weapon cabinet, pickung up a plasma sword. He sure was proud of the weapons, each of them a trophy from one of his battles against the "Exile scum". Then the humming sound of the blade being energized, the heat of the edge. And the odd feeling when the blade cut into the highborn's back like a heated knife in a chunk of butter. Gurgling. Screams. The look of disbelief in the nobleman's face, a war hero, a veteran, killed by a little girl. Then we ran. Aiden picked me up when I couldn't catch up. We didn't get to pack our stuff. I didn't get to say goodbye to Jayne or Misty. I didn't realize back then that getting cought by the Domnion would mean certain death. I was only concerned that Jayne wouldn't know where to find me. I was in shock. I don't really remember how we got out of the district, just something about Aiden having friends at the spaceport. We hijacked a civil transport with the help of said friends and somehow escaped offworld. The Cassus aerial defense fired, but didn't really hit us before we went into hyperspace. And once the stars went blurry, I fell asleep. When I came to, my mom was holding me, humming silently. She told me that everything would be okay and that we got a rendez-vous with the Exiles and that they'd take care of us. I remember asking "Mom, can I call Jayne? I wanna tell her I'm okay..." But mom didn't answer that, she just hugged and cradled me. The engines roared when we left hyperspace. Aiden called out "There we are", looking at us, smiling. "Now they're gonna pick us up and..." His voice was cut off as something hit the ship, sending it into a stall and making a lot of alarm signals flash. "They lied!" my mother screamed. "Those Exile scum, they lied! They're gonna kill us!" "No!" Aiden shouted, checking the scanners. "It's not the Exiles. It's the Dominion. Two long-range fighters. They must have followed us!" "How did they detect us?" "The aerial defense must have hit a plasma reservoir, leaving a small leak. They must've tracked the energy signature!" Another hit and the ship almost got torn apart. I didn't get to do much, my mom picked me up. I heard Aiden shout "To the escape pod!" And my mom answering "But there's only one!" "Take care of Ash." That's the last words I ever heard from Aiden as he shut the hatch, starting the escape pod with mom and me inside it, just a second before the next shot from the fighters hit the ship and it exploded to bits. It send the pod flying incontrollably and we got hit by debris. The hull got damaged. Alarm sirens. "Warning. Oxygen depleted. Hull integrity critical. Life support not functional." the pod's system warned us. Mom took me in her arms, pulling me close. Breathing got more and more difficult. And all went cold. So cold. I could see mom crying, her tears turning to ice upon her cheeks. "Don't worry, dear. We will sleep now. It's alright. I love you, darling." I heard my mom whisper. I tried to answer, but my own voice didn't reach my ears anymore. All sound was dampened. Then there was silence. And there was a bright light. Then all went black. I later learned that the light came from a search headlight of the "Daunting Mary", the Exile ship we were supposed to meet. First thing I saw when I woke up were the cold, vitalus-infused eyes of a Mordesh. I screamed, naturally. I survived. The Mordesh was the ship's doctor. They told me I was lucky, that they arrived just in time to chase off the Dominion and recover the escape pod. That I was exposed to the vacuum of space for a few seconds and that I only survived because my mom held me, her body isolating me from the absolute cold for a short time. They almost took me for dead when they pulled us in. Seemingly I spent almost 10 minutes in the frozen embrace of my dead mother, until she was thawed enough to get me out. The Mordesh was quite... blatant telling me the medical and forensic details of my rescue. I didn't understand any of this. First thing I asked was "Where is mommy? Where is Aiden? Where's Jayne?" I refused to realize I wouldn't be seeing any of them ever again. Or at least most of them... ((Sidenote: As text formatting isn't working when reblogging or on the dashboard, I'll mark posts like this with #DISCRETION ADVISED#))
Ugh, damn! I still gotta learn how to take a picture with this thing!
Beginning Transmission
Yeah, well. I’m startin’ this. Life on Nexus is short ‘n I came to realize I wouldn’t like it dying out there without leavin’ any footprints on history. So I might as well leave this here on the wavenet, just in case.
Well, might as well start with the basics.
Name’s Ashley Blackstone and I’m one of’em sword-waving knuckle-bruisin‘ warriors for the Exile cause. Ain’t much to say ‘bout that, guess you know the drill.
Thing is, I was born on Cassus. Lowborn, daughter of a stick-up-yer-butt-highborn’s housemaid and a soldier. People keep tellin’ me I shouldn’t go braggin’ about it ‘cause sum people might just hate me for that. But ye know what? Any of’em narrow-minded wannabe-bullies can shove it, and if they got a problem with me, then go ahead and tell me to my face if they’re itchin’ for a fight. I didn’t chose where I was born and I ain’t making it a secret. Them Dommies pretty much killed my whole family and I ain’t as keen on sympathizing with’em as any other peeps of the Exile lot.
Any of you brats born on an Exile ship or in an Exile settling willing to cast a stone at me for being born where I was born mind this: Ya didn’t get to choose. Yer all been born Exiles. I wasn’t. I got the choice fer being a part of that so-called “glorious Empire”. And I chose the Exiles. And I ain’t sure you’d make the same choice if ye were me. It wasn’t an easy choice and I lost everything I cared for, but I’m pretty damn sure it was the right thing.
So bring it on!
-AshBlack
