Giraldus

From Cowboy Bebop: Space Cowboy

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Giraldus Van D'evic, the man behind the faith. His background.

The recording is clear, concise, and sounds as if it were recorded in
a starport waiting room. The occasional ring of a PA system and
various names could be heard in the background, and the rustle of feet
and the landing of spaceships.

My story starts where it should, the beginning. I found myself soaking wet, in a brown suit, with nothing. I had no money, and no recollection of anything. I couldn't even remember my name. All I had were my wits, the irresistible urge to survive, and to find out what really happened. And thus, I set out on my journey of discovery, finding not peace- but war, hatred, anger, and love.

I walked out of that alley a new man, awoken to the real world, seeing everything as it really was- hell. I was delirious, and hallucinating, yet at the same time, free. It was then that I found the church that forever changed me, the one place that lead me to my path to faith and fate. The men there cleaned me up, taught me the values of faith and god. They alone showed me the truth.

I took up arms as a priest in their church, spreading their faith. But my work with them always left me with more questions then answers. And then I saw him, the one man to always haunt me. He never spoke to me, but always followed- my own personal spook.

Then came the day that I met Gregor, the man who lead me to my current path. He introduced himself as the head of the Intra-Solar System Police, and wanted my help. Me of all people! I did, I joined his crusade and I was just another soldier in the universe's eternal struggle for dominance. I became a Paladin, a holy warrior protecting his faith, his people, and his life. It was not long until Gregor made his first mistake, war with the syndicates of this universe.

Long ago, the intra-solar system police had a ship of massive capacity to rival those even of the syndicates. Some called it Destiny and others called it the Omega, the end. A fitting name for one who would collapse under the stress he put himself under, he fell and I stepped up in his place. Many doubted me and I crushed the unfaithful under my boots, ousting the disloyal and the unfaithful. My quest to lead this new rag-tag group of officers of the law was never ending. I waged my wars with the syndicates, I challenged their power, and I established order in the chaos.

Fate had favored me, God showed me the path, and faith kept me true. I was unstoppable in my mind. And then the voices came to me, the crowd of voices in my head, fighting, vying for control. But there is always one that holds stronger then the rest. He called himself Jouston. The bloodthirsty bastard he was. It was then I knew what that spook was, it was him, Jouston. Waiting for me to lose control and take over. His thirst for control was overwhelming.

It was only a matter of time until I lost control of the voices, until I could no longer hold them back and prevent them from taking control. It was then that I met her, the woman to change my life forever. Krystalia she called herself. We talked and we mingled and she showed me these new emotions, she showed me what it was like to live, to experience the world for what it really was. I showered her with my emotions, I loved her, but the nagging feeling of something was amiss always bothered me.

She never truly opened up to me, she would approach me with one thing and then turn around and then do completely another. She was a true mystery, but I loved her and and I would never let those feelings go. They are what sustains me to this day.

My faith could not protect me from the voices; this woman gave them them new material to work with. It was not long until they broke through my defenses and changed my life. That night with a single Red Dragon, Jouston broke through, showing me what he truly was. His thirst for blood was out of control. Death had no meaning to him, and suffering and and pain is what made him tick. I almost let Jouston kill this man, who called himself Andrei. But killing him would lose the one woman I loved. I fought for control barely saving his and my own fate in doing so.

We became friends, Andrei and I. Almost like a family. He was always bitter towards me about Krystalia, he had feelings for her. The promise we made to never let her get between us is hard to maintain, I love her as does he. Things soon began to go downhill, Krystalia professed her true purpose for joining me in my crusade, the woman who changed my group of officers and I forever. She who taught me what it was to live. She was a spy for the other syndicates, but became involved with my group and I. She had feelings for me, she admitted and then, I knew my nagging feeling was right. I let her go.

Perhaps it is fate that strings us together, that binds us into this this eternal existence that plagues us, the infinite loop of life that leads to nothing but death. Will you join heaven's armies? Or hells fiends? Fate will only deal you the cards you earn, God will guide you on your path, and Faith holds you strong. These three elements are are essential to life, and the only thing that holds me true. But what if there was another element added into the mix, something to unbalance the balanced? Faith, Fate, God, and Love. A terrible cocktail that can only lead to one thing, suffering. Love always prevails in the end, love is always endearing, and sustaining.

She did come back to me. So we loved each other, we made our vows in a grand wedding. We were married, but other people had plans for us. She was kidnapped and held hostage at an older pluto prison. ISSP scrambled, everyone movingto save her. In the end, it was up to me to strike the final blow against the kidnappers. The prison compound was annihilated in a final attempt to annihilate us all; Amazing what enough explosives can do.

Things were good, for a time. And then I was called away, a secret mission of some sort, who was I to turn down a request from High-Command? I was gone, for a long time. I suddenly left Krystalia hanging, for a long time. Years it seemed, I thought of her frequently, but I coulden't go back to her, not until this was over. When I did go back, she was remarried to a man I hated. My eternal enemy, Simon. ISSP was in shambles, and the galaxy was in a swirl of chaos.

My attempts to restore what I once had failed, I could no longer influence the people I once knew. Things changed and I failed to change with it, an old man caught in a trap. And so I retired, I sat behind the glass windows at the Ganymede starport, watching the ships come and go as I thought of the past.

Life failed to have a meaning to me, time was nothing more then a fleeting thing. Purpose would, however, find me again.

The Future - Angelic Death

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