News article #8
The Han Storm Files: First Official Interview with
Han Storm Found
(Location: Duback, Base Zero)
We have found the very first, official interview
with Han Storm.
The Journalist, Victoria Swift, and a crew
from the Hew Haven News had been flown to the first opened planet, Duback,
where we are currently stationed. As we did not receive permission to copy this
recording, we can only give our readers a transcribed version of it.
Please note that Rogge had decided to put her
own descriptions in so readers might have a better idea how everything looked.
Transcript done by
Rogge Wints, VidNews Interplanetary:
"The camera panned over a scene inside an
enormous cavern system. Artificial light from portable lanterns played over the
area. It seemed cold as a glimpse of the entrance to the cavern revealed a
storm raging outside, snow being blown into the immediate entry of the cave.
The scene focuses on a tented city, coming to
rest upon a thickly padded thermo-tent in a separate small compound, enclosed
with wire fencing and guards stationed around the perimeter. It looked as if
the occupant was either in dire threat of his life, or a VIP prisoner.
Three people, thickly padded against the
cold, one in thermo gear, the others in natural hide jackets, were standing in
front of this special tent.
The NHN Reporter, dressed in a bright blue
thermo jacket, stood between Captain James Heraldt, commander in chief of this
venture, and Jade Leykwõta, Han Storm's private telepath.
"How do you want us to go about this
interview?" Victoria Swift, a pretty blonde woman with a seductively husky
voice inquired from Jade.
"Mr Storm is just busy in his private
quarters from where he does a lot of his work," Jade replied
professionally. "Please follow me. He has given permission for you to
record what he is doing," the green-eyed beauty with golden skin and black
hair replied sweetly.
"Great. Then we will start right here,"
Victoria responded, gathering herself in front of the entrance, informing the
public in general (as if it was a live broadcast) that this is where Han Storm
was currently housed on Duback and that they are about to enter his private
quarters to see him at work.
Without delay, they entered the tent, walking
through a shared section to enter a secluded area at the back of the tent, Jade
keeping the partition open for the camera man to enter without hindrance.
Victoria
gently whispered into the microphone in her hand that this was the very first
time the public have a chance to actually see Han Storm from up close.
The camera shows a man of average build
sitting in a meditative pose on the floor, facing them with closed eyes and
relaxed features.
As the camera zoomed onto the tranquil,
handsome face framed with black hair, Han Storm suddenly opened his eyes,
staring right into the camera with his unusual, dark purple eyes.
Everyone jumped at this unexpected move and
the camera was jerked over to show Victoria.
"Good grief!" Victoria exclaimed, indicating to the
camera-man to keep on recording no matter what happens. "You startled us,"
she told Han Storm.
"May we continue with the interview in a
more comfortable environment?" she asked Jade, not moving her eyes off Han
Storm's face.
"Of course, if you all would settle down
in the common room, we can continue in comfort," Jade announced, giving
Han Storm a gentle smile, as if this startling motion was a private conspiracy
between them that had paid off.
Han Storm came to his feet in one smooth
movement, walking through to the front section of his tent where he sat down in
a portable chair, Jade handing him a bottle of water.
He drank some before giving his attention to Victoria who had settled
down in a chair facing him.
Jade sat down next to Han. The Captain took a
chair next to Victoria.
A moment of silence followed as if everyone
was summing the situation up.
Han Storm's face seemed a mask, no emotion
showing on it. He was scrutinizing the VidNews Journalist.
Eyes focused in concentration, it looked as
if he saw her very soul revealed to him. It was a scary kind of scrutiny and
made Victoria
uncomfortable.
Victoria
gave a hand signal to her camera-man, placing the microphone down in her lap.
The following bit was not supposed to have
been recorded, but the camera kept on rolling.
"I know that I am supposed to only ask
the questions stipulated on the sheet as agreed upon, but I really need to
know. If I pinch myself, will I wake up in my bed, or will I still be here on
this dreary, cold planet?"
The question was addressed to Han Storm and the
Captain nodded his consent for it to be answered.
"Pinch yourself blue," Han Storm
replied in a disappointingly ordinary male voice. "You are truly here and
the cold discomfort should confirm that fact."
His voice carried well and Victoria left the microphone lying on her
lap.
Victoria
indicated to the camera-man that she was ready to start and the camera was
trained on her alone. "Here we are today, to interview our mysterious
benefactor, Han Storm, a Government Psychic that received the visions of other
worlds and saw fit to act upon these visions."
Turning to Han Storm, the interview started.
"Mr Storm, what was the first thoughts you had when you realized that
these visions you were receiving of portals were actual, real tools that could
lead to places one could travel to?"
"The work we Psychics do teaches us to
trust our intuition," Han Storm replied. "Without it, we are nothing.
When I was asked by my superiors to
investigate the phenomenon of this new find in Darkhust, I was immediately
intrigued by the fact that what I saw could become real in my lifetime. Only
when the Government revealed how depleted our beloved Creata really was, did I
realize that this was not just a co-incidence, but destiny. A chance for us to
be able to save ourselves and our planet in the process."
"We have all observed what the
Government has allowed the public to see regarding your endeavours. We have
read all about how you grew up in the Government foster system, becoming a
solid New Haven Security Force person before the Creata Security Forces
purchased your exclusive services.
What the people would like to know is - what makes this mysterious man tick? Why do
you do what you do? It cannot just be your job, for not even Psychics would
give as much, to gain so much for others. Please, we need to know why you do
this for us, why you render your services, even though we know you do not need
to go beyond duty."
Han Storm looked over at the Captain, as if asking
permission to answer this most delicate question.
The Captain nodded another confirmation.
Sighing deeply, Han Storm sat up straight in
his chair before answering. "There is one area of my work that the
Government keeps highly classified regarding my visions. I have been given
permission to reveal this fact to the world today.
My visions include pre-sight of possibilities
of the future. I have seen what would become of us if we stayed on Creata.
Within that vision, Creata turned to barren wasteland within the next ten
years.
With these visions came the visions of the
Portals. Consulting with Government officials, it was granted that we put all
our efforts into opening these tools in order to migrate off Creata to other,
sparsely populated planets.
With the help of my unique ability, which
seems to only have to do with our survival as a whole population, we have come
to open this planet called Duback, with quite a few other planets lined up that
will be opened and made liveable within due course."
"An extremely unique answer," Victoria commented.
"It still does not explain to us what you
get out of the deal?"
Han Storm became pensive for a moment, as if
having to give it a moment's thought.
"Adventure," he replied confidently.
"Adventure?" all three people asked
simultaneously. The recording moved as the camera was repositioned to a better
angle.
"Yes," Han Storm confirmed. "Constant
adventure into the unknown. Growth opportunities that could never be had on a
single planet. I am not sure if adventure can be addictive, but if it is, then
I am an addict."
"Off and beyond into new frontiers all
the time," Victoria commented, her blue eyes sparkling, as if feeling some
of the thrill that comes with constantly living on the edge of the unknown.
"Then you put up with your workload and
responsibilities because you can do
it and find pleasure in opening these new worlds. Do I understand you
correctly?" Victoria
wanted to know.
"Yes. You can see it as such," Han
Storm verified.
Victoria's
eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was going in for the highlight of her career.
"We have also heard about a Legend that
contains stories of someone similar as yourself that would come and regain lost
worlds and prosperity for Creata," Victoria
stated. "I had the honour of meeting with Captain Julius Black from
Darkhust. He had informed me about these Legends and that there are five Clans
standing united in their belief that you are their 'Liberator'.
All these Clans have paid high prices to
secure your freedom from the Government. What is your personal opinion about
what these Clans think you represent?"
"I am who I am. I do what I do, because
I can do it. I go where my visions lead. I love my planet and do not wish to
see it perish," Han Storm replied, his voice carefully kept neutral, as if
he was reciting a practiced reply.
"Then you neither deny nor encourage
this view about you being 'The One' within these Legends?" Victoria pushed.
Han Storm closed his eyes, not replying to
the Journalist's question.
"Victoria?"
the Captain focused her attention on him. "Mr Storm needs to start the
day. Time to wrap up, please. We will give you the opportunity to record some
of his day-to-day functions at a later stage."
"One last question the public had been
asking before we leave?" Victoria
pleaded from the Captain.
Han Storm opened his eyes, staring hard at
the Journalist.
"Are you single?" Victoria wanted to know, a slight blush
coming over her cheeks.
Jade stood up, went to stand behind Han
Storm, wrapping her arms around him, gently kissing him on the forehead.
"He is taken in marriage already,"
Jade informed a visibly disappointed interviewer.
"Come, it is time to leave," Jade
informed Han, taking his hand, leading him back to the sanctity of his inner
chamber.
The divider dropped in place behind them,
allowing for privacy from the world.
The camera focused on Victoria and the
Captain.
"Why all the extra security around Han
Storm?" Victoria
wanted to know.
"Mr Storm is of indispensable value to
all of us," the Captain explained. "Should anything happen to him, there
is no-one else that can do what he does. He is unique in his skills, as well as
his dedication to this cause. We encourage him to stay inquisitive. It would
benefit all of us in the long run.
We have also found that Psychics need to work
in quieter situations and the separation from constant noise is highly
advisable when working in the way Mr Storm does."
Victoria
nodded her understanding.
The recording ends as the Captain leads the
NHN Crew out of Han Storm's private prison.
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End of Transcription.
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With
these first recordings, we found a list of documents that falls into the same
date category and went in search of it. It seems that at some point, all
documents pertaining to Han Storm, private and Government, had been donated to
this facility for safe keeping and future reference.
We are extremely glad that this is so. It
allows us to build a clearer picture of our Planetary Hero, although I am of
the opinion that no-one will ever find out exactly who and what Han Storm was.
As a bonus for today, the following is an extract
from a letter (dated the same day of the above recording) written by Storm's
wife, Jade, to her Telepathic sister, Skye Leykwõta, who later replaced Jade as
Han Storm's personal Telepath.
Extract from Jade's
letter to Skye:
" Han did not reply to the question of being Creata's
'Liberator' as Victoria Swift called him. I wished to know what he felt and
pushed him for an answer, stating that the Clans called him such.
He replied that he was who he was, that he
could not change being a Servant of the Cosmos, contained within the physical
body he had in order to do Cosmic work when needed.
He stated that he had been created to do all
of these unique things, that it was his destiny, his function.
He said that he has accepted this fact and
that he could give himself unconditionally to the tasks he is expected to do.
But, Skye, he is not able to!
He battles to come to terms with some of what
he needs to do. I see him struggle when he returns from his astral journeys.
I am the one he comes to in his despair. I
see, and experience, what toll it takes to live this type of life.
I know better than most people what he is. He
gets lost in all the different dimensions he works in, returning confused and
unable to gain comprehension of his daily physical life I share with him.
I am furious about his reply to the Reporter.
Seeking adventure? Adventure indeed!
It might have convinced the whole of Creata,
but I know that he cannot always cope with the 'adventure' he gets. Then he
shuts me out, becomes moody or silent and just gets on with what he has to do.
Like now. He teleported to the Shield Station
to remove explosive devices from the doors.
I asked him to be careful; not to blow
himself up for then all his hard work would be for nothing.
Would I see him again? Would he come back to
me?
One part of me says he would. The other still
has doubts.
I really, truly love Han. It is just so
difficult to get to know him.
I know, you said I should accept him as he is
at any particular time. It is not so easy when we are both stressed with all
these new things and all the demands placed on us by the Government.
At least he tries to be a life-partner too,
giving me a kiss before he left. I should probably accept that that was a token
of returning to me, should I not? "
Investigative
Reporter R. Hawks, New Haven
News.
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