Out of Death…Rebirth

" Sit down and rest for a short while. You ask of a Garou by the name of GPS. Yes, I have heard that name before, long, long ago." There is a pause as the galliard takes a breath and gathers together thoughts and memories. "I watched that one grow up. I watched her become the Garou you may know her as. She was different then. Ah, Randi, my dear, how I remember you… Randi was born to a Glasswalker by the name of Ferocious Eyes. An ahroun if I am not mistaken. Alpha of a pack long lost to the Thundering Rain sept before it fell.

Her father was a Glasswalker kinfolk by the name of Ace Grafix. Ace owned a large company that made things… video cards I think they were. I can't quite remember the name of the company but I remember it had something to do with his name.

Ah, I lose my thought as so happens with us galliards, off on our own adventures.

Randi's birth was a difficult one. Homid she was but stubborn she was also. I think she was content to staying where she was. However, as time progressed, danger loomed. Ferocious Eyes was dying and if they didn't do something, Randi was next.

Ace was consumed with grief. I think he actually loved that ahroun. But as the night progressed, and what a dark night it was, Randi was born. 'Out of death came rebirth,' they said. Speaks With Spirits was quite upset. She was a theurge with a mean streak, influential with the spirits, and beta of Ferocious Eyes' pack. In her grief she cursed little Randi as she lay in her father's arms asleep. 'Absent-minded will be your fault as I curse you now.' Everyone fell silent. You could almost cut the tension in the room with your klaive.

Ace looked up at Speaks With Spirits, tears of joy and sorrow intertwined upon his face. But Speaks With Spirits had fled, crossed the gauntlet and to the sept she ran, snips of her grievous howling trailing behind her. The pack, led by Speaks With Spirits, was so overcome with grief and rage that they relentlessly tried to attack and kill Randi in revenge. Ace was cunning, though, and hid Randi until it was safe.

Let this be a lesson to you all. For this pack was so filled with rage, their rage consumed them and they fell to the wyrm. What a tragedy. But there is a time for lessons later. I will continue this story.

For now, Randi was safe. Her father cared for her with the help of a few others. I'm not mentioning any names here, but I know who they all were and let them rest with Gaia.

As Randi grew, Speaks With Spirits' curse grew with her. Randi would always forget something, whether it be a date or even her jacket. Because of this, she was inseparable from her father. She learned the trick of her father's company and even gained influences on her own.

At the age of 7, she had grown to love cars, especially the older ones. She used to spend hours working on them until her father would come and remind her that it was late and that she should go to bed.

At the age of 10, Randi had a hard time seeing distances and it was time for glasses.

Why do I laugh you ask? I remember the rolls and rolls of tape she went through just to keep the glasses on her face. She was constantly breaking them because she always forgot where she had put them. And she wanted to be independent of her father, so she would fix them herself and save him the bill.

Don't get me wrong though. She may have been independent, but she was very shy. Wouldn't speak above a whisper in a crowd. But she was brilliant. Very smart, especially when it dealt with anything mechanical.

But Randi was a lucky girl. I think someone must have been protecting her. Many times she would forget something when working with her cars and CRASH, the car would come down, barely missing her.

She was a hard one to track. Her lack of scent made even lupus look long and hard for her when she got lost. I think the best gift Ace ever got her was her cell phone. When she remembered to use it, he could always find out where she was.

As Randi grew, Ace was almost convinced that Randi was kin, like him, and not Garou like her mother.

Randi gained renown in her own way. Once she helped devise a plan for an attack on the wyrm. Another time she helped pull a severely wounded Garou out from a fight and help revive said Garou. She was slowly gaining a name for herself among the kin.

Storm Singer, the Sept Leader and Rite Master of Thundering Rain, helped Randi create a fetish. She was tired of losing her way and wanted something to help her combat her curse. Together, she and Storm Singer made a spirit tracer. She called it her GPS Unit. Which is where her name comes from, but I will get into that in a bit. In order for her fetish to work, Storm Singer helped awaken the spirit of a pager that her father carried and soon enough Randi could find her way home, to the city, and find her father without too much trouble.

But a time came when Randi was 17 that the wyrm attacked a kin stronghold. Many were her friends and some of the older ones had helped raise her. The deaths and her rage simmered and eventually boiled over. She changed, to the amazement of a few still left.

It still remains a mystery how those few got out of there alive. But again, out of death we have rebirth. For a new Garou was found in the midst of a tragic loss.

Randi learned the ways of the Garou, as well as a few gifts, fairly quickly. It was during this time that she became friends with DC Hertz, a Glasswalker Adren, and Robert Lange, a Glasswalker cliath. The three of them became good friends and very quickly formed a pack together, the Pirates of the Kokanee. Together, with the help of her father, they truly became pirates of the area.

Soon after the pack formed, Randi challenged for the rank of cliath. Her rite of passage was a strange one to those who did not know her. She was to provide a map of the bawn to the Sept Alpha in front of the sept during a moot.

Why a tear? Well, that moot would turn out to be the last for Thundering Rain. However, Randi managed to pass her challenge, figuring out her way around the bawn and not having to call for help once because she was lost. Storm Singer named her that night. From then on, the Garou nation knew her as GPS. Something about her being her own signal. Not sure what he meant, but Randi smiled, as did a bunch of the other Glasswalkers, mainly her pack.

Not long after the moot, the wyrm began a guerrilla war. GPS tried to protect her friends and her father, but in the end there is only so much a cliath can do. Her father was killed and many of her friends with him. The only thing she had left was her pack and the things her father had left her.

Why the sigh? If only help had arrived sooner. The call went out, but no one came in time. The wyrm attacked and the sept fell. The Den Father ran with the cubs and cliath, GPS among them. DC followed shortly after.

The last thing I remember hearing her say as she left the caern was she watched as Storm Singer's huge spear raised up and struck down and did not strike again. That was her last memory of the Elder Windego Galliard.

But I have talked enough for one night. Yes, the story does continue, but we shall keep that for another time perhaps."

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Last Modified: April 6, 2003