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Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.25 00:31:00 -
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Temba scrolled through the market window on the holoscreen in front of him, buying new components for his many dropsuits was a serious task, but nonetheless amazingly easy. Dependent only upon his skills and the balances of Isk and Aurum he had in his accounts he could outfit a small or large army from the comfort, or lack thereof on a Minmatar station, of his quarters.
Recently he had been encountering more and more heavy suits on the battlefield that were supported by rapid LAVs and HAVs, he had to counterbalance the advantage their cooperation was affording them. Temba was not one to often use heavy suits he was quite happy with the performance of medium and light suits relying more on stealth and skill to see him through a battle as opposed to thick layers of armor. This was a preference that had resulted in more then one painful death while facing down directly against a heavy suit, speeding LAV, or powerful HAV turret. Temba had the least liked specialties on the battlefield, from the enemies point of view, he was extremely proficient as a sniper and a turret operator.
While this did not always get cheers from the people on his team who thought he was reluctant to charge willy nilly into the fray around a well contested orbital gun emplacement, those clever enough to view the overall flow of a battle valued his intel and control of enemy movements. Many of their quick kills could be attributed to the fact that the enemy's shield and armor had been significantly reduced by the constant torrent of rockets, railgun rounds, and sniper bullets he rained down upon the enemies as they approached. Denial of easy routes for foot soldiers and vehicles combined with suppression of air support often turned the tide of a battle albeit mostly unnoticed by those who were busy back slapping each other in congratulations about their individual kill totals.
But Temba was a professional Mercenary, for him it was about winning the battle not the post fight boasting rights, and because the battles had become increasingly chaotic and frenzied Temba knew once the enemy realized his impact and they concentrated their efforts to eliminate him, the chances of getting support from his team was slim to none. Thus Temba had begun the long skill training for armor repair, his medium suit and current skill levels afforded him the ability to carry a swarm missile launcher, a nanohive, a nanite injector, flux grenade, and an armor repair tool. When an enemy swarm missile launcher target his turret Temba would step back and start repairing the armor, while calling out the swarm launchers location in the hopes that someone would take it out with a well aimed sniper round.
For the enemy swarm launcher or HAV gunner having to continually pound a target that regenerated increased their chances of being targeted themselves, frustrated more then one had given up and retreated to a safer locale. However Temba was only half way through the basic armor repair skill training and the enemies had kicked it up a notch by sending more then one HAV at a time to eliminate his turrets. Temba was hopeful as his skill increased his ability to tank the onslaughts of enemies would improve greatly, nonetheless he needed to add support member to his squad that also had the armor repair skill that proves so frustrating to enemies.
So Ganksters Inc started recruiting. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.25 04:30:00 -
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Ganksters Inc HQ
Egbonbet IV Moon 11/ Stadakorn/ Metropolis
Temba was operating out of the Minmatar Republic Headquarters of his Mercenary Corporation, Ganksters Inc, a corporation long known for what it liked to smilingly call GÇ£aggressive salvage operationsGÇ¥ but Concord and all of the four empires called piracy.
The CEO Ray Mitar was a huge solidly built Minmatar man of the Brutor bloodline, standing six feet eight inches tall with long shoulder length jet black dread locks, a mustache and goatee, he tipped the scales in at a muscular 280 pounds. Ray Mitar was a person not known to smile much, having fought his way up through the tribal ranks he had earned enough wealth through his piracy to become a capsuleer. In his long capsuleer career Ray had only ever lost one ship to Concord, the law enforcement agency that patrolled and marginally controlled high security empire space in New Eden, and to this day he continues to petition that law enforcement agency to compensate him for his lost vessel.
That being as it is Ray Mitar operates freely in New Eden staying one jump ahead of the law and the angry corporate owners of the ships he hijacks and holds for ransom, they in turn have placed a small bounty on his head promising to whomever can destroy Ray Mitar and his ship an 81 million isk pay day. But flying around New Eden and attempting to destroy a well armed pirate capsuleer is not an occupation for the feint of heart, the bounty is not large but no one has ever been able to collect one isk of it, even though many have died trying.
Temba Fusrodah was also a Minmatar man but of the Vherokior bloodline, three inches shorter then his boss, his salt and pepper hair was kept closely cropped and was thinning on the top, at 250 pounds he was thirty pounds lighter then Ray Mitar albeit equally muscled. Temba Fusrodah was a product of the best education available in the Minmatar Republic, from an old family with ties to the highest levels of the Minmatar government. Away from the battlefield or the training grounds Temba was easy to like his broad smile and deep hearty laugh made him seem like a gentle giant, and this immortal soldier had a wife and kids, in fact his daughter had just completed her undergraduate education and was chomping at the bit to follow in the combat footsteps of her father.
Temba keyed in the requisition orders for his new dropsuit modules and weapons as well as a request for authorization to start an aggressive recruitment drive to fill the ranks of the Immortal Soldiers that would fight the battles on the ground for Ganksters Inc, this was immediately sent upstairs in the HQ for review. To his great surprise the screen displayed immediate travel orders for him away from the combat zone and deep into Caldari space, apparently the CEO was in Jita the largest trading hub in all of New Eden and required a face to face meeting. Temba knew that Jita was 29 jumps away from Egbonbet, and 29 jumps to return, and he was booked on a Corp owned Charon freighter that routinely made the run when the Ganksters Inc was not actively involved in a corporate war. 58 jumps in a freighter was almost punishment, Temba realized Ray was trying to sent the table before the meeting even began. Temba however had thought through his proposal twenty some odd different times and he believed it to be solid and in the best interests of Ganksters Inc, they needed to have an economical edge against the increased usage of heavy suits, LAVs, and HAVs on the battlefields around New Eden, and more recruits properly trained would give them just that. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.25 06:02:00 -
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CEO Ray Mitar's Quarters
Caldari Navy Assembly Plant
Jita IV Moon 4/ Kimitoro /The Forge
Temba Fusrodah was admitted to the private quarters of Ray Mitar, the CEO multi-billionaire leader of Ganksters Inc, the gray steel motif and the pale blue Caldari lighting scheme drained the color from the chocolate brown face of Ray Mitar making him look even more formidable, he wore a three tone unzipped jacket with no shirt revealing a massive chiseled chest and rock hard abdominals, brown camouflage cargo pants, and brown camouflage combat boots.
GÇ£Come in Temba, it's been awhile since we had a face to face, I hope your travel here was comfortable enough.GÇ¥ Ray said in his baritone voice that had a resonant undertone like a HAV rumbling by.
GÇ£Yes sir the accommodations on a Caldari freighter are quite opulent compared to what I have always been accustomed to on Minmatar ships.GÇ¥ Temba made a point of looking around the Caldari room in which they now both occupied to emphasize the point that he was not ceding any ground to his boss in the discussions yet to come.
GÇ£True enough I imagine, for capsuleers, all we really require is a pod, and a good ship to run, walk with me and take a look at the Boomerang 1 the ship I have docked here for when I'm not drawn out to do face to face meetings like this.GÇ¥ Comfortable that he had had the best of their initial verbal joust Ray led the way towards the observation platform, a smile worked it's way onto Temba's face as he thought GÇ£Touche boss, you got your gooey pod to float in, while we grunt ground pounders are stuck in our sweat soaked armor.GÇ¥
They both walked down the two steps from the doorway bearing right towards and out the hatch that led to two steps up and the long glass walkway that led between gray steel columns to the massive hangar bay observation platform and pod docking access portal.
Framed in the distance filling the gap between the gray steel columns slowly rotated the Boomerang 1, a Tornado Tier 3 Battlecruiser that bristled with battleship grade weaponry, it was quickly becoming a legendary Minmatar vessel of destruction because it's speed and armament capability gave it a first strike capability that few Battlecruiser class ships could counter. In the immense cavern of the ship hangar the brown camouflage color scheme of it's Minmatar origin perfectly matched the clothing of Ray Mitar.
Walking towards the massive fire power represented by the Battleship class turrets might have intimidated many, even capsuleers in their ships often choose not to engage a Tornado class battlecruiser unless they have backup, and certainly never on foot. However it was just another day at the office for Temba who daily has to withstand orbital bombardments, aerials assaults, HAV, and ground based turret gunfire with little more then a thin veneer of metal between himself and fast painful death.
As they walked up the final three steps to the observation platform Temba noted the path to the pod portal on the left side just below the platform where docked neatly with it's forward hatches spread open like the legs of Amarrian Royal hooker Jamyl was Ray Mitar's egg shaped dark green capsuleer pod. Easily visible was the translucent bubble that filled with the fluid the capsuleer pilot was immersed in whenever they entered controlling the pod and any ship it tethered itself into. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.25 09:45:00 -
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Tippy Toes/ Wreathe Class Transport Blockade Runner
Ship Hangar/ Caldari Navy Assembly Plant
Jita IV Moon 4/ Kimitoro /The Forge
For Temba the hours spent with his boss had flown by, his proposal for incremental methodical growth had been discarded in the first twenty minutes, he left the meeting understanding the differences in time, scale, and scope capsuleers live by compared to even the new immortal clone soldiers. Temba had come ready to demonstrate how to win battles and was leaving with a template on how to win wars.
Ganksters Inc was not interested in gaining a reputation as an efficient Mercenary force, their plan was to use Mercenary contracts to combat train an immortal army of Minmatar warriors for planetary conquest. Ray Mitar had revealed to Temba that the true purpose of Ganksters Inc investing in clone soldiers was solely to develop an army that could invade Amarr Null sec and control planetary populations.
The rising strength of the Null security space Alliances had grown to such a point that any large scale relocation of Amarrian Titans or Dreadnaught based battle fleets deeper into null space to defend against attacks would be too tempting a target for the Alliances to pass up, capsuleers had the power to challenge the empires in null space. Ganksters Inc was a member of a Null Sec Alliance, Drake Ashigaru, and the Alliance was making friends and supplying info to some of the most powerful Alliances in Null security space. The Capsuleer Alliances all had their own agendas, and really cared little for the plight of the Minmatar people still enslaved in the Amarr Empire, but they all shared an almost unrestrained bloodlust for large capital ship battles that expanded their territories.
Tapping into this ready source of combat support the CEO of the Drake Ashigaru Alliance, Ferro Mapindazi, had drawn up a blueprint for a multiple years long campaign and handed it down to Ray Mitar to implement through Ganksters Inc. The initial budget was a little over one billion isk to start up, a figure that made Temba Fusrodah realize that the stage he had stepped upon was at a higher level then he had dare suspect.
People in his organization were actively planning an implementing the undermining and destruction of the evil slaving empire of the Amarrian cultists that held billions of Minmatar people in drug enforced slavery. Temba had always taken contracts against the Amarrians as a mercenary, even when the pay or chances of success had not been great, he enjoyed the killing of the slavers and the destruction of their property, it was the only killing he never regretted. In all the battles and all the nightmares of guilt they had inspired he was not once been haunted by the specter of slaughtered Amarrians. In his eyes and the eyes of all the decent people of New Eden the Amarr are little better then a disease infecting the body of humanity in New Eden and Temba was doing all he could to eradicate the disease.
The return trip was on a Minmatar vessel a stealthy cloak capable Prowler blockade runner Wreathe class transport named GÇ£Tippy ToesGÇ¥. The capsuleer Captain SynthesisX often worked for Ganksters Inc and moved their goods quickly and safely from high security space to null security space, he was a Gallente that wholeheartedly believed that the Amarr had to be bombed back to the stone age where ideas like their racist cult belonged. The ship finally got approval to undock and the Captain showed his value by a high speed transit weaving through the traffic and pirates that hover around the undock waiting to prey upon the unprepared, while engaging his electronic countermeasures to make sure they were not warp scrambled before he could get clear of the traffic pattern and engage the cloaking device. Having cleared this first dangerous hurdle Captain SynthesisX engaged his cloaking device and set a course for the Perimeter jump gate at maximum warp. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.25 17:45:00 -
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Temba Fusrodah's Quarters
Ganksters Inc HQ
Egbonbet IV/ Moon 11/ Stadakorn/ Metropolis
It was always good when Temba was home, as much as his quarters filled the role of home for his family when they visited him on a monthly basis. His wife Kathena was Gallente, a tall statuesque beauty with long waist length curly red hair and a body that easily could have made her a holovid star had that been her inclination, but her artistic urges were for the culinary arts & homeopathic healing herbs. Kat as Temba called her ran a large network of station based natural food restaurants throughout Minmatar and Gallente space that numbered in the hundreds under the name GÇ£Red's Stone CafeGÇ¥. The business enterprise was enormously successful and the family would have been financially secure without Temba's massive infusions of isk from his life as a mercenary, so they banked every isk he earned and maintained the family from the GÇ£good vibeGÇ¥ income that came from improving the life of their customers.
They had four children, two girls Sithis the oldest child and Reba the baby, the two boys Marcus and Temba were the middle children. A strange feeling of future loss always crept into the heart of Temba as he laid eyes upon his family, he was an immortal and they were not. Perhaps one day he could convince Kat to clone herself but he was convinced she would never do it unless the kids were immortal also, and there was no guarantee that was a choice they would all freely make. Sithis his oldest daughter was warrior stock, she had excelled in the sciences and was a top tier pilot, rumor had it the Minmatar government wanted to make her a capsuleer but Sithis was a hand to hand combat martial arts expert and somehow her father knew she would never opt to be floating in an egg pod of goo even if she was commanding a mighty war vessel.
Temba and Sithis sat on the couch in front of the tri-screened holovid drinking dark black Minmatar caf, the smells and sounds of Kat preparing the evening meal wafted through the quarters replacing the rank recycled unpleasant metallic odor the Minmatar station's climate control system constantly provided. GÇ£BabaGÇ¥ as Sithis called her father in the ancient Earth tongue of her mother's people, GÇ£I am ready to enlist as a clone soldier, I've passed the exams, and we both know basic training will not be an obstacle for me.GÇ¥ Her big brown almost black eyes looked into her fathers face awaiting his response. He put his cup of caf down on the rust colored table in front of them with his left hand and as usual had his prayer beads in his right hand as he cycled through repetitive prayers constantly thumbing through bead after bead when not actively immersed in conversation. His daughter was a beauty, her hair was jet black as his used to be, she was tall and willowy like her mother, and although she had reached the age of adulthood Temba saw her youth an innocence when he swiveled his head to answer her. GÇ£Sithis I know this is what you want, and I am sure you will be an exceptional soldier, I just want you to explore all the other possible options, a little bird told me some high placed figures have you labeled to become a a capsuleer one day.GÇ¥ Sithis smiled at her father broadly GÇ£Do you really think i'd give up looking at the sunrises and sunsets of thousands of planets just to be able to command interstellar ships from a pod of fluid like a tadpole? As a merc clone I can still pilot ships not converted for capsuleers and still teleport to the surface and feel the atmosphere on my face, I have no desire to be an egger pod jockey Baba.GÇ¥
Temba nodded gravely, understanding his daughter's position completely, Gǣ Your mother might have some objection to you becoming an immortal killing machine like your father, GǪ. you do understand that right?Gǥ The smile on Sithis' face softened GǣBaba you are not an immortal killing machine, you're my father and her husband, we love you and know you love all of us. These quarters are small, I've grown up with the knowledge of your nightmares that follow you from the battlefields, but we are Minmatar. As a Minmatar we are not truly free until we are all free and there is not one stinking Amarr slaver left standing that lusts to make my future children or grandchildren it's property.Gǥ Temba covered her small right hand with his massive left and and squeezed gently, smiling at his daughter he said GǣWhen you were born I hoped that by the time you became an adult we Minmatar would have eradicated the Amarr cult, but after thousands of years they are deeply rooted, powerful, and hard to extract. I will welcome you at my side in our battle to cleanse their pestilence from the history of mankind.Gǥ |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.26 19:46:00 -
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Ships Hangar Boarding Dock
Ganksters Inc HQ
Egbonbet IV/ Moon 11/ Stadakorn/ Metropolis
With the family visit concluded, all the hugs, kisses, and tearful goodbyes finished Temba marveled at the erotic sway of his wife's hips as she walked up the boarding ramp. Those powerful small shapely hips had provided him their own goodbye all last night and the memory of it brought a wider smile to his face, he loved his wife, and after four children and two decades the passion of their lovemaking still burned hotter then the barrel of an over charged forge gun.
Sithis their oldest daughter had boarded earlier because she was piloting the Wreathe class Prowler transport vessel that would take them the eight jumps to Rens VI, Moon 8, the Brutor Tribe Treasury station in 0.9 high security Minmatar Republic space where they maintained their primary residence and from where Kat ran the family business' financial empire GÇ£Red's Stone CafeGÇ¥. Kat maintained her corp offices there and they had through Temba's family connections secured a suite of eight adjoining quarters directly adjacent that afforded Kat a leisurely one minute walk to work whenever she needed to be physically in the office. At the top of the boarding ramp Kat turned, holding baby Reba in her arms and waved goodbye, the boys Marcus and Temba junior were functioning as porters and carried the families carry on luggage as they dutifully turned and shouted an excited vigorous final farewell to their father, who in turn brought two fingers of his right hand to his forehead tapping once, then to his lips, kissing them before slowly forming a fist that he squeezed tightly for a couple of seconds then thumped the left side of his chest with. It was the traditional Vherokior farewell indicating thoughtfulness, passion, power, and heart only then did all four finally enter the ship.
The boys shouts had been swallowed in the enormous cavity of the ship hangar boarding dock as workers nosily bustled about in the last moment preparations before a ship's departure. The stevedores were all Minmatar and they hurriedly loaded the crates and various cargo containers into the cargo hold with a rehearsed frenzy that seemed always on the edge of disaster as well worn patched loading pallet transports whizzed by each other at great rates of speed with only inches of separation. The air was heavy with the rank odor of sweaty men, lubricant fluids, sub light fuels, and ozone from the various electric motors that powered the loading pallet transports, the cacophony of sounds and smells was 100% Minmatar in Temba's mind, free people engaged in honest labor. As the ramp closed Temba spun on his heels and strode purposely towards the elevators that would take him up to the level where his office was. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.27 04:04:00 -
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Evati/ Moon 1/ Aldodan Constellation/ Metropolis Region
Republic Justice Department Tribunal Station
External Affairs Department
Temba Fusrodah was fully aware that the External Affairs Department, better known as EAD, was the covert intelligence gathering arm of the Republic Justice Department and as such also of the Minmatar Parliament, it's group of spymasters, assassins, and saboteurs recognized no limiting boundaries in their efforts to enforce their primary mission, GÇ£to insure the preservation, safety, and prosperity of all free Minmatar people from any and all external threats.GÇ¥. When the EAD GÇ£requestedGÇ¥ a conversation with you it was truly in your best interest to immediately respond.
Temba had received such a GÇ£requestGÇ¥ immediately upon jumping into the Evati system to fulfill his mercenary contract on the fifth planet in the solar system Evati V, however a trio of Minmatar Thrasher Class Destroyers had met his ship at the jump gate an instead safely escorted him to the Republic Justice Department station above the first moon of Evati II. Three destroyers was not an armada, but had they been instructed to, they could have made short work of the unarmed transport ship that Temba and his clone soldier gear was traveling in. Now some two hours after arriving Temba sat rigidly in the anteroom of the director's office in his full combat armor minus of course his weapons that had been politely deposited at the security check point when he first entered the level housing the offices of the Republic Justice Department and EAD with his helmet neatly tucked under his arm.
The room was enormous by Minmatar standards and replete with ornate wood furnishings in the diverse historical tribal styles of all the Minmatar people, the walls were adorned with seemingly authentic ancient tapestries and paintings from many of the tribes as well, the only other person present a lone young attractive receptionist/guard, sat stiffly in her seat in her wrinkle free Republic Marine livery hardly blinking as she scanned the room constantly. She had told Temba to take a seat and wait for the director to have an opportunity to see him, her manner had been curt and polite but a hardness in her eyes conveyed it was not optional to question her further as to when that might be.
Temba had decided to not let the passage of time become an issue, powerful people routinely went out of their way to demonstrate how little your time meant to them. knowing this, he refused to ever become visible flustered when the tactic was employed against him. Not being completely cynical he always held out the possibility that sometimes powerful people were just darn busy most of the time and just got further behind as the day went along, so getting upset was misguided. Something about the interior of the waiting room here just outside the director's office had seemed slightly off and Temba had not been able to put his finger on it until this very moment. Aside from the grand scale and very uncharacteristic lavishly comfortable furnishings the air smelled clean and fresh like he was standing in the midst of a coastal pine forest. Now that he realized what was amiss he sucked in deep long breaths of the sweet clean air and marveled at how different something invisible completely changed the perspective of the room. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
4
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Posted - 2013.08.27 11:31:00 -
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Evati/ Moon 1/ Aldodan Constellation/ Metropolis Region
Republic Justice Department Tribunal Station
External Affairs Department
Director Mapindazi's Office
Temba narrowed his eyes and looked at the director with suspicion and commented questioningly GÇ£My army concept sir?GÇ¥ Director Mapindazi smirked pleasantly and stated GÇ£Like you I am a member of the Drake Ashigaru Alliance, unlike you I am a blood relation of Ferro Mapindazi the CEO of our Alliance. As of this moment you have been called back into active duty in the service of the Minmatar people pursuant to the siege emergency mandate enacted into law by the Parliament in YC 100. You are promoted from your old rank of Colonel from your prior military service to the rank of General. Everything you hear and see from this point forward is classified and subject to the state secrets laws enacted by the Minmatar Parliament. General Fusrodah you will be organizing and leading the 1st Ray Of Matar Planetary Expedition Legion. The Ray Of Matar is an officially off the books asset of the EAD, and as such we do what needs to be done without consideration of the political squeamishness that often paralyses the Parliament. Drake Ashigaru Alliance is an asset of the EAD and the primary entity controlling the Ray Of Matar's operations amongst capsuleers across New Eden.GÇ¥
Temba let the information wash over him, the thought of what actions might be beyond the scope of on the books activities of the EAD was worrisome, the reputation they had thus far earned indicated that they did not consider just about anything beyond the authority of their mandate. The fact that he had been working for years in an organization that was a clandestine asset of the EAD was startling, it also explained how Gangster Inc skirted the laws and Concord so effectively.
GÇ£ One of the reasons you have been selected for this position is your combat proven skill to get the most kills and collateral damage for the Isk. I'm a capsuleer and have been for longer then you've been alive General, and I can tell you one of the flaws of our long existence is our relative disregard for the cost of things. Because cost equals time, and time is something we have a limitless amount of, we tend to be extravagant. However the Minmatar people are not all capsuleers or clone soldiers and they can not afford to be extravagant in a war against potentially hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers fighting for the Amarr cultists. We have to defeat them rapidly, consistently, and cost effectively in all our engagements. We'll muster whatever assets that you require to complete your missions in this manner. Cost is not a question please be clear about that, the resources now available to you are for all intents and purposes limitless, but cost effectiveness is to be your defining battle strategy.GÇ¥
Temba kept eye contact with the director as he digested the new reality being presented to him, if not for his gauntlet covered hands he would have scratched his head when asking the question that sprang from his lips GÇ£Assuming the primary reason you all selected me to form and run the Ray Of Matar Planetary Expedition Legion was my Isk effectiveness which is a good reason to put me in charge of logistics and battle planning I'll readily admit, what was your secondary purpose in allowing me to stamp an Army with my personality because surely you realize that will be the outcome for as long as I am in charge, and with my expected longevity that could be quite some time, and I'll run things my way without interference or you can get someone else to run ROMPEL, because saying Ray Of Matar Planetary Expeditionary Legion is one hell of a mouthful, those are my terms can you agree to them?GÇ¥
Director Mapindazi laughed, GÇ£ROMPEL, yes I like that, as to the secondary reason you were selected it was because of the type of man you are, a family man, a loving faithful husband, responsible father, successful businessman, loyal citizen, and strategic genius. What we have noticed amongst both clone soldiers and capsuleers is a psychological tendency to become further and further removed from human contact that does not add profits or kills. Battles are being fought with little strategy beyond blow the hell out of everything that moves and worry little about winning or losing, just run up your individual kill to death ratio or kill mail totals. Death has become merely a painful temporary inconvenience The Minmatar people can not have their liberators and protectors evolve into psychopathic killing machines. We want you to stamp your humanity upon ROMPEL, we want the soldiers our people can admire and respect and our children can aspire to become. We need an elite immortal force that will lead the way for all the Minmatar people by being living examples of the EAD mandate. We need to win the fight for our future with a thinking man's strategy.GÇ¥ |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
5
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Posted - 2013.08.29 07:39:00 -
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First thank you to everyone who read this and sent me emails in support of my efforts.
This is the conclusion of the prologue of this Minmatar clone soldier's story in which I'll try to explore some of the myriad ways the two sides of the NEW EDEN universe, EVE and Dust 514, could possibly interact in relation to how players online are actually playing the game.
For you players new to the EVE/ Dust 514 universe of New Eden I am referencing actual locations, distances, star systems, alliances, corporations, ships, and battles that are accessible to you right now in either Dust 514 or Eve. That's the beauty of the single shard sandbox CCP created, if you only play one you really should try the other, your choices will matter and they will create their own stories, that hopefully will overlap with mine.
CCP's EVE lore is so rich and deep writing fan fiction in it's universe is a real pleasure, and the thought of contributing to the Dust 514 side of things is down right exciting. I will post Chapter 1 starting in September. Additional feedback can be emailed to this character or posted in this thread. I appreciate your comments and the time you elected to use to read this starting effort. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
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Posted - 2013.09.01 19:59:00 -
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Chapter One Part One released 01/09/2013 |
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Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
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Posted - 2013.09.09 15:53:00 -
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Chapter 2 is coming soon |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
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Posted - 2013.09.23 01:32:00 -
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Please read chapter one as well, your like or comments are welcomed. |
Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
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Posted - 2013.10.05 16:50:00 -
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Chapter 2 Part 1 Posted |
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