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0uter.Heaven
Ishuk-Raata Enforcement Directive
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Posted - 2014.01.21 04:35:00 -
[1] - Quote
The red-eyed merc dance in the rounds and lifting his gun right at MacGÇÖs head. A bright flash was the last thing that clone ever saw. MacGÇÖs consciences was transferred back to the warbarge. He was for a technical purposes, dead. His thoughts and soul already inside another fitting drone, bringing it to life.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt worry, Mac, IGÇÖll get him. Just get back here. I put a Drop Uplink behind me, get on it!GÇ¥ Charlie growled into his communicator.
GÇ£IGÇÖm on it. Get that son of a *****! That suit heGÇÖs wearing costs a lot of money, I want it!GÇ¥ Mac said as he re-entered the battlefield on CharlieGÇÖs Drop Uplink.
Charlie ran to MacGÇÖs disintegrating body and frantically looked all around for his foe. He popped out from behind a cargo crate. Staring Charlie right in the face. GÇ£Not me. Not this time, *******!GÇ¥ Charlie screamed. Charlie opened fired his Caldari made Rail Rifle. The screeching pops it made as the blue rounds flew out of the barrel were enough to make anyone in the path of the onslaught a goner for sure. But the red-eyed merc sprinted clockwise and back the other direction. Charlie kept firing, his shoulder in agony from the recoil. The red-eyed merc once again raised his gun and side-stepped a circle around Charlie. Charlie could turn his gun in time, his shoulder gave out on him. The red-eyed merc put a few simple controlled shots into CharlieGÇÖs head. Not one more shot than what was necessary. Charlie was gone. His yellow and grey drop suit laid on the field. Housing a corpse. GÇ£He got me too, Mac! Get back here and finish him off!GÇ¥
Just like that -in an instant- he was back to life doing what he does for a living. Rail rounds and plasma whizzing by his head. Just as his mind awoke and he could see for the very first time all over again, he saw the red eyes staring at him. Mac froze with not so much a fear, but a helping of depression. He knew it was the end of his payday. There was no way the contract he signed up for was going to cover the loss of another clone. He took in a slight breath and closed his eyes, only to open them back up looking onto the warbarge. Starting at a wall of metal and cold design. He knew where he was. He was in his own afterlife, or whatever type of afterlife a mercenary could get in New Eden since the discovery of the implant. MacGÇÖs eyes darted around, he was safe and alone. He could hear the battle still on his comms. Screaming, yelling, shouting, it was all just a collision of sounds. He could hear the static of CharlieGÇÖs voice. H-heGǪ gotGǪ ammoGǪ helpGǪ backGǪ noGǪ d-d-dGǪGÇ¥ It was indiscernible. But Mac knew one thing, the battle was over. The contract unsatisfied, CharlieGÇÖs voice cut out completely.
That red-eyed merc, who is he? Mac glance over his shoulder and glanced at the corporation leader board. At the very top was a name next to a flawless score. Charlie took a gasp of disbelief. How could that be. He was just a legend. A ghost story. His corporation doesn't even exist. Did it ever?
Fish in a bucket!
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