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Tyrionn Callazar
843 Boot Camp
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Posted - 2013.09.01 20:36:00 -
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Would you care to share your tale of how you became a mercenary?  |
Foley Jones
Heag Enterprises
183
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Posted - 2013.09.01 20:57:00 -
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good question
i don't know
a year or two back is when i woke up in a facility - not knowing who i was, wehre i am and why am i here
apparently the Doc's told me that there was a failure in transfering my memories to my clone which resulted in me basically forgetting everything - They then started setting up appointments for after i finally remem- well "Knew" my name and im 83% sure my name is not Foley Jones - maybe its Tim? i don't know
but the appointments were to give me 1 or 2 details of my life, why not all? something to do with baby steps in retrieving my complete memory
But when i ask "Why did i become a Duster" they just say "classified", i wonder why they hide it from me & i wonder if i wanna know
so in conclusion?
not a ******* clue |
True Adamance
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
1487
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Posted - 2013.09.01 21:13:00 -
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I wouldn't consider myself a mercenary since I fight exclusively for the Amarrian Empire as one of the Praetoriates Templar Crusaders.
I guess an Arkborn child, one born on an Ark class freighter, like me probably shouldn't have ended up fighting in the great wars against the Matari out in Devoid and Hiematar.
I spent many years on Mehkios with my mother after my father was killed by protesting Brutor Tribesmen in Minmatar space. After his death I enrolled in the Sarum Imperial Youth Legions to honour his name, to get a military background, and perhaps revenge on the Matari who stole my Father from me.
But I guess as the years passed and I joined the Sarum Imperial Guard my anger was tempered. It was not the fault of the Matari people, they were ignorant and young, their technological uplifting had thrown a younger race into competition with the elder races.
For about 4 years I was deployed to all sorts of regions in Devoid, archaeological sites with the intent to Reclaim holy artefacts, scouting missions to find Matari facilities, and the protection of high profile Sarum Family interests thought out Amarrian space.
On Ammamake, while accompanying some ecclesiastical staff and a unit of Templars in the recovery of ancient Amarrian transcripts of St Junip's verses we came under fire by renegade Matari forces. After bitter fighting, the transcripts can be found here https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=91938&find=unread, our lines were breached.
But not before the ground forces were declared expendable, and the Aurogor class Cruiser was able to safely escape the planet.
I was killed my a Matari woman on Ammamake, and awoke many hours later in some foreign place. Some of the implants I had received as a Sarum Imperial Guardsman were 3rd Generation Sleeper Implants.
As of that time I dedicated myself to the cause of becoming and Amarrian Templar, realising that much of my faith rested upon the certainty of my Mortality I was forced to come to terms with my damnations and immortality.
However I was able to reach a resolution with the help of a young Vheriokor slave who served at the chapel barracks where I was stationed on Iesa V. Her name was Satja.
I guess that is my story. There is more, much more but that probably would fill many pages.
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Arkena Wyrnspire
Turalyon 514
2917
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Posted - 2013.09.01 22:40:00 -
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I was assisted by my brother, who happened to be a capsuleer, so I could gain entry to the Algintal Core. After I passed a series of aptitude tests, I was eventually accepted for the empyrean programme. Mine is a simple tale, really. |
Damus Trifarn
The Yellow Lantern Corps
30
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Posted - 2013.09.02 01:33:00 -
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Where to begin....
I was born in a Ragnarok; the ship received a distress call from a cargo ship that was ambushed by pirates. My pregnant mom, who was also a doctor, happened to be aboard the ship. When they rescued her she was in labor, and I was born in the 5th deck of the ship. I was told that the Ragnarok was about to take on a fleet of Amarr ships alongside the Bleak Lands, but instead changed course to drop us off on Matari. I don't know why, but that still resonates inside of me, and when I think of the Minmatar I do not think of the savagery described by many, but of that act of kindness.
Anyway, my parents and I grew up along the Tronhadar River, where we lived a simple life; my parents were in shock after being raided, and decided that the life amongst the stars and their dangers was no life for a newborn baby. As I grew up, though, I quickly displayed the adventurous spirit that drove my father to fly amongst the stars. My father was proud of me and taught me the ins and outs of being a pilot, as well as teaching me Minmatar history and tradition. My mother, however, was against it, and wanted me to just stay at home and avoid the tragedy that she endured.
I was angry that she held me back, and I often left the house to go hunting; I guess it cleared my head. One day, however, I fell off of a log that bridged a gap, and I was stuck there with a log pinning my left leg for several hours before my dad found me. On the way back home a storm came over us, and we camped out for about a day until the initial flooding stopped. The intense storm endured, but so did we. We were nearly home when some poachers hunting illegal game had come across us, for they had gotten lost in the storm and wandered away from the reservation. They killed my father, and they left me for dead; they didn't want anyone to know of their illegal activities. I limped home carrying my father's corpse, my tears outnumbering the raindrops and my hate pushing my legs forward.
After that, I moved to the Crystal Steppe; it was my father's favorite place to visit, and my mom moved to the plains of Coricia; she couldn't bear being in a place riddled with memories of my father. My grief was amplified with the fact that, had I not been so foolish, my father would be alive. Because of this I looked to better myself and make sure I did not cause pain to my loved ones, and so I utilized my skills in flying to become a transporter of medical supplies; I figured that helping others with my father's profession would honor him and redeem myself. One day I was contacted by a military vessel; their ship was critically wounded, as were the soldiers on board. I quickly set out to deliver the medical supplies lost in the damaged part of the ship's hull.
As I came closer to the ship I saw that it was a Ragnarok, and I realized that my skills could be used to defend what my parents loved; the way of Minmatar life. That act of kindness so long ago, resulting in the protection (protection that I lacked, resulting in my father's death) of my parents and my people made me want to join them, and ultimately protect my mom from anyone who would dare to take her away from me like my father had been; surely this would redeem me. So I joined the crew of the Ragnarok; my experience as a pilot was enough of a requirement.
After 20 years amongst the stars, our great ship finally fell to war, and my escape pod malfunctioned. My body was flung out of the capsule during impact on some planet (my memory of that moment is lost) , and my life was finally over. My final thoughts saddened me; ultimately my efforts were all attempts at redemption, but I had not truly redeemed myself of my mistake, and I thought I would die without ever forgiving myself, but my mom changed that.
I woke up with her at my side; she was involved with retrieving my consciousness from my brain to place in the implant. She told me that she was proud to call me her son, that she was proud of what I was doing in defending what my father loved, and that she wanted to give me a lasting life to pursue what me and my father dreamed of; peace and prosperity for the Minmatar. Hearing her forgiveness of my mistake that resulted in my father's death, as well as her blessing on my life, allowed me to go forth completely free of guilt, and I resumed my efforts to protect the Minmatar, but this time with a conviction that was my own.
Now, I am here, a soldier on the battlefield, fighting for a dream passed down from my father and made my own. |
Soulja Ghostface
THE NUCLEAR KNIGHTS
0
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Posted - 2013.09.02 03:28:00 -
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i remember around June 10th 2013 4:06 Eastern time browsing the PS store and found a tight looking free to play game
i tried it out and found the game bleeding awesome! i was Caldari at the time. but after learning to use scrambler rifles i died on the field. to my surprise i woke up in an Amarrian body. Turns out to be a former true Amarrian male who got nova knifed in the heart before clone technology was discovered. after rampaging away from the Clone facility in Tash-Murkon i became a mercenary, a backstabbing robbing sacking pirate-like mercenary. until i found a like slightly like minded templar ''true adamance'' i believe to be his name and i made it to PIE inc. bringing glory to my new empire. even though i miss my rank of major commander in the caldari state i will continue to serve my empress even though i do not have the amarr religeous beliefs. |
DeadlyAztec11
Chatelain Rapid Response
Gallente Federation
2098
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Posted - 2013.09.02 05:10:00 -
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I did it to protect my village from gangs, I had no other choice... |
Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
403
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Posted - 2013.09.02 06:07:00 -
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I was technically a mercenary long before I was a clone soldier, since I was a hitman for quite a long time. That story can be read from here, since I am focusing on another story today.
After a decade of being a hitman and killing people for a living, I had accumulated my fair share of scars and other damages to my body, and I was starting to wear out from all the killing. That is when I got an invite from the Federal Intelligence Office, I was drafted to a program and my skills would be valuable in it. Fast forward a few months and I was taking my first steps in my clone body after I had shot myself in the head, completely free of years of fatigue. |
Galm Fae
Guardian Solutions
DARKSTAR ARMY
81
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Posted - 2013.09.02 07:41:00 -
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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. |
Tyrionn Callazar
843 Boot Camp
2
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Posted - 2013.09.02 19:09:00 -
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Damus Trifarn,
Yours was a sad story, but I am sure your parents are proud. For becoming an immortal enabled you to fight for your people. |
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Damus Trifarn
The Yellow Lantern Corps
33
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Posted - 2013.09.02 23:45:00 -
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Tyrionn Callazar wrote:Damus Trifarn,
Yours was a sad story, but I am sure your parents are proud. For becoming an immortal enabled you to fight for your people.
Thank you, Tyrionn. I agree, my immortality has given me a chance to cast aside what weighed me down, and my battle for my people is finally my own. I go twice a year to see my mother in Coricia and pay homage to my father at the Crystal Steppe, so I never go to war without their assurance. From my experience, the terrors of war are also repelled with the encouragement of friends, so I hope to see you on the battlefield as an ally someday. |
Jedah McClintock
McClintock's Mercs
55
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Posted - 2013.09.04 01:53:00 -
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The family business was... not on the level to put it mildly. Suffice to say that I didn't wan't to end up in prison or dead but I had no formal education and what I was taught revolved around shooting things, blasting things open, hacking things, that sort of thing. Finding honest work was unpleasant. Manual labor sucked, especially when a machine could do more and do it faster. Once worked as a bouncer at a club, but being treated like a big dumb ape got tiring real fast (even more so when they tried paying me in fruits, nuts, and cigarettes).
Things turned around when I met a recruiter for Forty-Nine Fedayeen. Thanks to them I spent some time at the Republic Justice Department Law School to get brushed up on remedial material, and some formal training on the toys used in combat. Don't get me wrong, it's fun to gun down an enemy but learning the workings of a nanohive, seeing a nanite injector do its magic, the support skills I learned there were very rewarding. |
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