Galm Fae
Guardian Solutions
DARKSTAR ARMY
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Posted - 2013.09.02 07:41:00 -
[1] - Quote
When I was young I was inducted into the Dragonaurs as a junior operative. I fed intel to the Provists right from under the nose of Mordu-haan himself. For a good amount of time, I was happy to do it. It gave me purpose and a family.
Then things got... Complicated.
As I grew older the jobs increased in danger (as is typically the price of experience) and brutality. I had gone from a youth asset to a full fledged deep-cover agent. Simple missions like making copies of stolen documents or reporting rumors of Legionary movement grew to covert assassinations, raids on supply convoys, and false flag operations all across Pure Blind. Then the **** really hit the fan. We got a tip off one day of a possible nuclear weapon en route for Khyyrth, a city on the planet of Matias. Provists had every reason to believe that it was part of a plot to assassinate Tibus Heth. Regardless of what we thought of him, we couldn't let that be the start of a civil war.
We never stopped the weapon from leaving port though. We were forced to engage station police and hold ourselves up in a hanger. We figured if we could commandeer a starship we stood a good chance of escaping the facility. The only ship fueled and ready was this half rusted junker with an old noninvasive neural interface. By the time we had secured the ship only a handful of us were left. None of us had any flight experience so we had to play a few games of chi-fou-mi to decide who was going to crawl into the captain's pod. A kid named Morgan Paznic was the "winner."
We barely escaped the station alive. The shotty electronics nearly fried Morgan's brain and left him crippled from the waist down, but without that interface we could have never manned that craft with as few people as we had.
According Legion records, we were hunted down in fringe space and executed by the Caldari Navy, as per standard policy for dealing with illegal terrorist cells. And yet I am still here. Odd, isn't it?
In reality, they Navy shredded an empty ship while the four of us took an escape pod to a nearby planet and were picked up by former members of the 5th Dragonaurs Armored Division. They ferried us into the State and pushed us into the State War Academy so we could be rotated back into service as operations officers. The Seituoda Taskforce Command somehow got their hands on our combat records and "commissioned" three of us for a new type of advanced soldier program.
It was only after I had accepted that I learned of what they had in mind for us. Morgan was the only one of us that didn't join the STC. Last I heard of him, the State caught wind of how he piloted that shuttle and inducted him into the empyrean program. Apparently he even got himself a new set of legs. I do hope he is doing well.
So that's all how I became immortal anyway. If you want to know how I became a mercenary...
A job went bad. A few implants went haywire and I lot my ****. But it wasn't just because I when rabid, it was because they preferred me that way. I wasn't going to be their tool any longer. |