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steadyhand amarr
TeamPlayers
Negative-Feedback
2271
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Posted - 2014.02.10 20:20:00 -
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A concord agent nervously shifted on his feet he was standing in one of most classified rooms in the station. The room was wall to wall white with a very slight green hue to it and bright enough to hurt a normal humans eyes. The room had visible doors or windows and if one was to enquire and try and locate it didn't exists on the station at all. on closer inspection viable effort had to into making sure the room could not be bugged. There was a slight slight static in the room that one could feel on his skin designed to obliterate any type of wavelength that entered the room. The walls had a slight vibration to them that alter at inconsistent times making any audio methods of finding out what was going on also impossible. But the strangest thing in the room was how a concord agent, a table and a number of uplinks got into the room in the first place as it was imposable see where the bulkheads where or any kind of markings of a door.
The agent let a long whistle that made no sound at all, again another effect of the room. The agent seemed please that necessary countermeasures where in place. The agent looked at his watch. 30 seconds and then quickly placed a number of tablets on the table simply labelled "blood hunt" .
The agent prepared himself in 20 seconds a random number of the most dangerous beings ever built by man where about to appear before him, he had always feared capsuleers but a bullet to the brain would finish them off. This new breed though where truly immortal and many of oldest had taken measures to ensure that their clone supply never ran out or could be "impounded" he only hoped the ISK he offered was enough and that they didnt ask to many questions 10 second.
the agent pressed a hidden button on the table, the slight buzz stopped and the uplinks sprang to life
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Steady was sat in his underwear browsing a list of missions bored out of his mind, sadly joining another corp with the self mocking name teamplayers this had proven to be as painfully dull as many of the open contract missions he had undertaken, many of the mercs he knew had taken to locking down colonies in matri space either as fit of boredom or outright greed it didn't matter noone was going anywhere and the contracts dryed up.
The proxy war the empires created to keep the empyreans busy was also a waste of time. The Imperial guard had found the same problem the navy had, too many jumped holders and nobles who became mercs that didn't no their ass from their elbow VS jumped up rebels that where bread to be strong and in some cases even figh. Which quickly led to a painfully one-sided matter with no pay to show for it.
A combination of both had lead steady to take a minor vacation till things became more exciting again. still old habits died hard and he had found himself browsing his corp contracts sadly he saw the same locking efforts and easy fights and let out a long yawn. By mistake he flipped to special contracts page which was normally empty but this time an unknown sponsor had posted a job that expired in 30 seconds and the target was blood raiders.
off reflect steady hit the accept button and he instantly felt the tug of his mind been dragged to a new battlefield. He waited to feel the heavy clank of his amour and waited to here that sweet beautiful voice and......nothing steady new his was in a body but it felt strange and lighter than normal and he could not hear the shuffling of other bluesberrys or faint thud of missle impacts. he slowly opened his eyes and was confronted with blinding white room a table and a man.
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"oh comeon i cant be dead" spoke steady in genuine disappointment
" can you at least tell me how it happend" spoke steady as he voice trailed off as he heard the familiar sound of uplinks pinging and saw other clones appear one after the other.
"i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk"
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
909
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Posted - 2014.02.10 20:44:00 -
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Heathen was sitting in his quarters, reading the latest happenings on the station when a notice comes up on his neocom. Thinking it's another posting about the details on the new suit lines and weaponry that were soon to come about that has his neocom was set to filter through he accepted it. Feeling the tug that came with switching clones unexpectedly, "oh da-
mnit" Quickly looking around the room he spies the man at the table and an Amarrian he reflexively moves to draw his pistols, arms thrown back to flare his coat... Which he was no longer wearing. "So, this is how they finally try to do me in. not in a combat clone but a..." quickly examining himself "a business suit, really? Guess there are less dignified things to die in. so, we gonna to get down to brass tacks then?"
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6879
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Posted - 2014.02.10 21:22:00 -
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"You don't have to do this again" Satja cried, her voice was shaking. "These monsters aren't like the others. They won't just let you die.....they'll know what you are an-"
Kador waved her concerns away in a single dismissive gesture.
He didn't look, nor felt for that matter, the way he usually did. His eyes were hard chips of green, on a sun blasted face, the strong jaw was drawn, with mouth set in matching hard line which made the classically Amarrian feature of his face seem twisted some how.
Even the simple roughspun garb was dishevelled. He had dashed right from the main concourse of the station back to his quarters, Satja lagging behind his almost obsessively driven steps. The tunic was untucked and its white fabric spilled down onto his thighs and damp with the phycial exertions his leisure clone was not wholly designed for. The two top buttons of the leather overcoat had popped off somewhere, small thread of cotton stuck out jaggedly from the slight rends in his garb. Even the crimson sash and medal of St Agelioth were crooked.
"You don't understand little one" he said, intending to be reassuring, but his voice came out hard and uncompromising. "That is exactly why they need to die."
Silence enveloped the small living quarters. The half light of the room was alive. The dim light from a number of flickering candles, and incessant corporate advertising flashing from the screen of the Neo Com unit beside his bed lit up the almost golden wall of the cell.
A minute passed, and the Matari woman said nothing, only continued to stare at him, the expression on her face somewhere between accusing, betrayed, and frightened. Then she spoke.
"But this time I won't be able to come with you.... or help you" she mumbled awkwardly, looked away.
Kador flinched.
It shamed him to admit but in the righteous rage he had felt at receiving word on the "Bloodhunt" he had forgotten entirely about his responsibilities as her master. It was an almost physical sense of burning shame....but he had to control that.
Already he could feel that cold pall of hate settle over him.
He rubbed at his temples, closing his eyes, trying to find his balance between the two. That sense of righteous purpose, but reserved control.
When he open his eyes the Templar in him spoke.
"I know, and I appreciate that. But I was made for this. To protect the Empire, and its people" he said matter of factly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Through her own loose fitting tunic he could feel the scar tissue and burn marks from Iesa III where the flaming shard of dropship had almost amputated her arm nearly 9 months earlier.
Another flare of the puritanical anger that focused his combat actions raced up his spine. It was cold, always was. Pure, unemotive but so deeply rooted in his Faith. The immortal destiny of his people would be seen though, and no heretic or rebel would be able to prevent that.
His grip momentarily tightened, as that anger flashed across his face.
This was her turn to flinch, she pulled away abruptly, now the tears were visible in her eyes. He could tell she knew it was her fault, or at least thought it was.
"You can't leave me behind, its my duty to aid you" her voice was barely a whisper, but the Ammarad she spoke was unmistably tinged, and slurred by her Vherokior dialect.
"I will kill them" he continued, unphased. "Bring God's righteous wrath down upon them and judge their heretical and abominable deeds for what they are. If it is your duty to aid me then aid me, just as it is mine to slay these monsters."
Another minute passed, she didn't even look at him, just nodded meekly.
"Good then" he said, removing the dishevelled clothes, moved to the larger of the two cots in the corner of the room, laid down beneath the silky covers.
"When I am gone" his voice was now authoritative, but gentle. " I need you to see to re-registering us with access to the Praetoriani facilities, if possible speak with Aero, maybe Niina, secure another transaction for my equipment, and then head to the Cathedral of the Stayed Sword for some time to reflect.....I like the cloister of St Anoyia...."
With that the clones eyes rolled back in its head, and the Templar, Kador, was gone.
***************
It was always a unique experience, being reborn, taking that first breath of a new body, and reaffirming his Faith in God, his loyalty to the Empire and his Empress.
The room was coming into focus rapidly, his visions slowly spreading, as the shadows drew back from his eyes, God willing they would be as sharp now as ever they were. As light returned to the room two words were the very centre of his being.
"Bloodhunt"
"Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
23
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Posted - 2014.02.10 21:37:00 -
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Hawkeye was sat upon the sofa in his quarters, slowly sipping on his cup of coffee; it helped him unwind before or after a long day of methodically jumping across the battlefields of New Eden. Whilst he finished his third cup of the hour, a prompt appeared on his Neocom. A contract had appeared under the "Other Contracts".
Strange He thought to himself.
There's never anything in that one; didn't even know it did anything...
He accepted the contract, intrigued by the exceptional circumstances that would have warranted such a special contract. He got up from the sofa to put his cup away; but felt his conciousness being pulled away much faster than usual; almost instantly, in fact. The last thing he heard in that body before everything turned to black was the sound of ceramic smashing on the cold, hard floor.
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Hawkeye looked around, feeling slightly disorientated. He was in an almost perfectly brilliant white room, underlain by a slight green tinge. He couldn't feel the mass of the Sentinel he always used clinging to him. Looking at his arms and body, he saw that he was wearing some simple robes. He felt naked.
As the room came into focus he saw 3 others; 2 of them were obviously fellow mercenaries; but the third -standing behind a small table- looked too... Nervous. His feet were shifting, almost ready to pace around the room. The small CONCORD insignia pinned to his collar finally sharpened into focus.
Oh god... What have I gotten myself into?
Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
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Jacques Cayton II
Providence Guard
Templis CALSF
587
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Posted - 2014.02.10 23:15:00 -
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Jacques was enjoying his time in the mountains of Caldari Prime trying to find spiritual peace after a long deployment in Iralaja. He had witnessed many Caldari Patriots honorable die risking everything for the State. He still was looking for a purpose for a way to feel at peace with what remains of his soul. He had found a spot high in the mountains and sat down, where he stayed for three days quietly until his family calls saying his commanding officer had contract if he was iinterested. He spent another two days in the mountains wandering before a harsh cold wind knocked him down and knocked him out. He started to get up dazed and confused and heard things whispering in the distance telling him to leave, to fight for the good of his people, to lead his people to glory. When he finally realized where he was he had his dress uniform on in a room with other mercs and a strange small man behind a desk. He still looked confused but knew it was where he was destined to be
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1059
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Posted - 2014.02.10 23:30:00 -
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The lights were dim in Denak's quarters as he sat in the center of it, sitting with legs crossed over each other, and a gentle smell of incense filling the room. He was wearing a simple brown garb as he seemed to be deeply focused on something, remaining perfectly still and remaining silent, the only noise being the silent hum of the reactors on board the space station. That all was interrupted though when a beep echoed throughout the room, eminating from his NeoCom interface on the desk nearby. For a while Denak just ignored it, continuing his contemplative moment until the NeoCom beeped again, then again, and again, and again. Finally, he was forced to interrupt his meditation and see what was going on.
'A new contract, from CONCORD. Interesting.'
Denak sat down on the chair of his desk and began reading through the details of the contract, while a household drone emerged from the wall, cleaning up the ashes and other dirt left from his meditation, buzzing and whirring about.
'To fight Blood Raiders. A great reward is given. How interesting.'
The contract was still very vague, with nothing but the order to jumpclone to the designated location after accepting it. It could have been a scam, or maybe a trap, but Denak rarely gained offers for these kind of contracts. The reward was promised to be great as well, it was definitely worth looking. Even in the worst case of a trap, he would be one clone short and all the wiser.
After the household had retreated back to its hole on the wall, Denak accepted the contract, scribbled a few notes into his notepad and headed off for the location.
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Cloning, respawning, reanimation, rebirth. Whatever you call it Denak had done this so many times during his career that getting used to a new body took almost no time at all as he entered the odd room. The covert technology did seem familiar, which only made him wonder more what was exactly going on. There was no turning back anymore the moment he jumpcloned here.
Instead of wearing a combat suit, Denak arrived on his leisure clone. It didn't stand up quite to a dropsuit, but he wasn't exactly short either. He greeted the other mercenaries in the room with a shallow bow of his head, and upon recognizing Kador, he muttered out a quiet: "Namas", to greet him. Then he set his eyes to the uniformed man behind the table, remaining silent and waiting for the man to speak first.
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
12
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Posted - 2014.02.11 02:48:00 -
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Ermac stands in front of his quarter door and types in the pass code while muttering to himself:" I need a new bar those stupid drinks they serve get more watery everytime I visit it....".
The door opens and the light flickers to life to show his rather spartanic looking home, after every light turned on is the market screen starting to fold open and shows the newest weapons, armors and vehicles that are right now on sale.
The neocom emerges from the ground and also unfolds it's holo transmitters and begins to project the screens for the contracts that are available for him.
Having nothing to do is Ermac starting to look through the contracts:" So what do we have?..." He thinks " Caldari Steel needs some people to protect a refinery against the fed marines too easy... , some Minmatar terrorist wants to kill some templars no interest with that payment " after 2 minutes of searching and seeing that his own corporation has nothing planned and that all squads are full and or deployed is he starting to get bored.
"Come on!" he yells at the projection " There must be SOMETHING to do that is worth my time!" he refreshes the screen and finds a new contract but oddly enough is it not one from the typical clients. "Concord has a job for me? well that is new..." he starts to read the details " Blood Raiders... mortal soldiers... no enemy immortal mercenarys.... good payment? yeah... sounds good to me".
He presses the button to accept the contract and feels how his consciousness is slipping away, he sees how the quarters are pulled away from his eyes and are being replaced by a darkness that seem to sorround it.
And then was he gone.
*************
He knew the feeling of being placed in a clone it was different from time to time and they managed to get most of the pain out of the process, in these days is it not so painful but he felt a lot of pain which shouldn't be except....
Ermac opens his eyes and saw that he was transported into a rather strange bureau, he saw several other beings in this room one of them was a rather nervous looking human the others also looked like humans but they were different .
"Maybe other Mercs in social clones?" He thought before he looked down and saw that he was wearing a white shirt with a pair of pants which had a grey city camo on them " And me too apperently." his eyes wander further down and he sees the cause of the pain of entering this clone.
"They had to use uplinks to get us here but why? What is going on here?". |
21yrOld Knight
Pradox One
Proficiency V.
476
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Posted - 2014.02.11 04:16:00 -
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21 was sitting on his couch in his merc quarters looking at his wallet balance laughing at how he gained his money due taking advantage of concord's planetary conquests rules. Realizing he hasn't been planet-side for a while he pulled up his battle finder. When trying to open public contracts he accidentally opens special contracts and noticed a contract there. Surprised to see the contract there he selected the contract. Slowly he could feel him self going to the state of battle. Focusing on what mattered, finishing the contract and making money.
When he woke up he realized he wasn't planet-side. He was alarmed by how bright the room he was in. It remind him of what a scrambler rifle shot to the face felt like. Looking down he found out that he was in black dress pants and a black turtle neck. When he looked around he saw some familiar faces and some new ones. Looking at the agent who brought him here he thinks to himself
" I wonder why his contract out of all of the contracts out there was under special contracts. I need to read the mission statements more often"
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steadyhand amarr
TeamPlayers
Negative-Feedback
2275
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Posted - 2014.02.11 10:22:00 -
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Steady slowly watched the other clones beem in, given the time his tug took, the room must have been relatively near by.
"sssooo, im steady some of you might have heard of me. Cant say recognise many of you other than jacq here? You are here to kill raiders too?" steady but on a relaxed demeanor to ease the tension any clone who accepted the contract was either too stuiped to read the deatils or had a big issue with raiders or both.
Either way steady guessed his soon to be friends where a strong mix of both and he didnt like the look of the agent who had yet to make a move
"i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk"
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Jacques Cayton II
Providence Guard
Templis CALSF
587
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Posted - 2014.02.11 14:32:00 -
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Jacques was still glancing at the room when steady spoke. He immediately acknowledged him. "Nice to work with you again steady sorry about not helping on the amarrain front been having problems on the Caldari front." As he glanced at the gallente in the group he only gave a slight nod and continued to analyze his new squad.
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
922
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Posted - 2014.02.11 14:59:00 -
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Heathen, visibly relaxed "Oh, for a moment there I thought someone really wanted me dead, maybe even permanent like." After a quick look at the assembled mercenaries, and noticing True, he lets out a chuckle and "Templar! Long time no see." And Denak "Mr. Kalamari, I don't think we've ever been properly introduced. I help with security at Jakar's under extreme circumstances"
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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steadyhand amarr
TeamPlayers
Negative-Feedback
2278
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Posted - 2014.02.11 15:09:00 -
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Steady let out at a grin friendly faces were a rare site "Jacques yeh i heard they were giving you hell, to be expected post heth"
Steady looked round the room a lot more relaxed. I guess our mistory friend is still waiting for a few more suckers. How is caldri prime iv not been back since the leigon took over peacekeeping duties
"i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk"
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
12
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Posted - 2014.02.11 16:37:00 -
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Ermac closes and opens his eyes a few times to get his eyes adjusted to the rather annoying light of the room.
He then inspects the faces of the other people around him more in more detail, there are right now 7 other men inside the office, the one of which he thinks that he is the guy that lead them all here stood next to a table, he reminded him of a paper pusher who drank too much synth coffee.
The other 6 other people looked different, some seemed suprised, the others had a rather calm attitude but all wore rather casual clothes ( if you can count soldier pants as casual).
Ermac already realized that these guys are going to be his squad mates, he recognizes two familiar faces inside the group, Hawkeye and the strange templar that thought that he too was one of them.
"SOOO!..." Ermac says loudly to get the attention of all the others after they finished the conversations they had "Well I don't know about you guys but where I come from is it always a good idea to introduce yourself like mr. steady here to the group to create a rather smooth get together. My name is Ermac Vesely, but you can call me Mac if you can't pronounce my name properly, and I hope that we will work rather effectively as a team in whatever mission we are send to. And to answer mr . Steadys question, no I'm only here because I want to pay my bills and those blood raiders just stand in the way of my payment" |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
925
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Posted - 2014.02.11 16:45:00 -
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Looking mildly shaken, Heathen quietly says "Uh, hi. Callsign is Heathen Bastard, pleasant to meet you." and continues to look at Denak and the Templar.
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1071
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Posted - 2014.02.11 17:01:00 -
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Denak leaned against one of the walls a little farther off from the group, investigating their attire carefully and remaining silent throughout. He wasn't really interested in socializing at the moment more than he was waiting for the small CONCORD man to speak up and tell what was going on, and his attention was mostly focused on that man. When Heathen addressed him and introduced himself, he simply replied with another bow of his head to Heathen's direction, fixing his gaze back to investigate the room and the CONCORD officer standing behind the desk.
However, when people began introducing themselves, Denak glanced back at the group gathered, mainly Ermac this time. "Denak. I get paid fairly well for this contract and that is all I need to know", he replied, eyeing the group once more before looking back at the CONCORD officer. Kador was the only one he knew beyond just a name, and getting to know the rest right now wasn't in his interests, he would be familiar with them later regardless.
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Jacques Cayton II
Providence Guard
Templis CALSF
587
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Posted - 2014.02.11 18:56:00 -
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As the new clone appears Jacques notices that the merc here were respectful and well known. Jacques smiles and relaxes a bit and answers steadys question "Well steady Caldari Prime is getting closer to its former glory ever since the clean up their is still segregation and hatred against the Gallente. I myself am guilty of this, but I can never lose my hatred of them. It won't affect the squad unless they say anything first of course. I will honor my contract. So steady how has the Amarr been holding up against the Matari bastards?"
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
26
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Posted - 2014.02.11 21:22:00 -
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Hawkeye walked up to the small table, eyeing the CONCORD agent; who had yet to speak -opting instead for continuing to nervously idle-.
"Come on, then" Hawkeye said in anticipation. "Speak up, will you?"
Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6939
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Posted - 2014.02.11 21:35:00 -
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Kador ignored the Gallentean as best he could, a brief grunt of distaste the only audible sign that he had even acknowledge the mans presence.
He reclined in the chair, brooding.
Despite his imbalance of humours it was reassuring to see both Templar Steadyhand and Denak, both veterans of innumerable battles, but also warriors of great prowess he had been fortunate enough to serve beside on his mission to bring light to the stars.
He briefly considered sending Satja a message, perhaps her concerns would be lessened to know a friend, and another Templar were with him on his crusade, but he relented.
If anything, he considered, it would only serve to make her more concerned, and begged the question as to why were they here?
He released his grip on the "Bloodhunt" datapad, placed it gently on the desk, and hailed Denak with a sharp wave.
"Ave Denak" he said, again he tried to make the tone as friendly and reassuring as possible, but the result was a mangled, standoffish greeting, heavily tinged with an Ammaradi accent that trailed off. "It is good to see you again...and even under such circumstances reassuring...."
He laughed bitterly, surveying the other mercenaries in the room, looking at them he doubted more than half even knew what they were signing on for. Bloodraiders weren't like ordinary pirates. He knew this all to well, did they? If even one of them was half prepared for this they would all die.....or worse.
"See how many have come to do God's work. " His voice coloured with open derision.
"Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
12
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Posted - 2014.02.11 22:03:00 -
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Ermac noticed that the introduction thing was not exactly the best idea of his but he could at least learn two more names of this group.
Still most of them seemed to be concentrating on the man sitting in front of the desk:" Hmmm maybe they think they can get some more information out of him except for the mission details." He concludes in his head" Nice try but they won't dig out much out of a strawman but you never know, maybe he has something interesting to say."
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
927
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Posted - 2014.02.11 22:27:00 -
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Taking a seat next to the Templar, "Sorry, but you're my only friend in this room." Heathen picks up a tablet "blood hunt... Like the raiders?"
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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Jaysyn Larrisen
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
739
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Posted - 2014.02.11 22:35:00 -
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Jaysyn was walking down the corridor to his quarters when his NeoCom chimed insisting on his attention. It had been a good day, fresh shipment of Ishakone's top of the line gear had arrived from his contacts in the State and he already had a capsuleer pinging him to pick up the transport contract to deliver the goods to one of the OSG Operations stations. Things were moving smoothly as they prepped for some upcoming operations but that was about the only thing going on. On his way up to his pad, Jaysyn stopped at the station bazaar and picked up some of choice produce and a bottle of his favorite brandy.
The NEoCom continued to chirp and vibrate tugging at his thoughts away from the days activities and with a mild flicker of annoyance he tapped his wrist message text snapped in front of him....
"J...check your off net contract offers. I think someone's looking I for you.
- Juko"
Hmmm..this might be interesting he thought to himself. He proceeded to his quarters and dropped the bag of expensive fruits and bottle of Black Rise Brandy onto counter sat down at his desk and pulled up the contract hub. Ok, let's see what Juko is keen on he mused as the Other Contracts tab cycled on.
Blood Raiders...that's a bit unexpected. No contract issuer information available - usually a bad sign. Very attractive payout - definitely interesting. Guess I'll get to see where the rabbit hole leads me this time he thought and uploaded his combat specs to the contract hub and got the immediate notification the employer had his preferred clone genotype, weapons, and equipment on hand and no substitutions were needed.
With that, Jaysyn Larrisen, mercenary, adventurer, ex-trouble shooter for Ishakone and later Muriya Mordu, and generally amoral smartass leaned back on his couch, hit the accept button...and died.
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...Lights...the crackle and ozone grating in his nose and teeth from an uplink...Jaysyn Larrisen was alive again.
The room snapped into focus and the time slowed and stretched, Jaysyn taking every iota of information in processing in milliseconds with surreal clarity. Mercenaries...dusters...ready to flash into violence with the first hint of a threat...no dropsuits..no weapons. The Man...small, average, disposable...the CONCORD pin on his lapel suddenly appeared big as a dinner plate as his eyes drank in that bit of information.
No dropsuit...a millisecond inventory of his clone born from years of experience told him he was in his modified Caldari Civire genotype combat clone just as his combat specs required but not dropsuit or weapons, just a simple set of grey coveralls.
"This is a bit unusual," he said to the group. With a slight nod of the head to the other Dusters he focused his eyes on he he CONCORD rep and too a step forward taking in every feature of his face like a predator looking at a possible snack. He reached down and picked up on of the data tablets marked BLOOD HUNT.
"Ok, CONCORD...you've got our attention."
"Endless money forms the sinews of War." - Cicero
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1077
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Posted - 2014.02.11 22:41:00 -
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Seeing Kador offering him a wave and greeted with an Amarrid accent, Denak turned around and greeted him once again, this time with a deeper bow and a nod of his head. After straightening himself up again, he focused his attention on Kador for the time being, until the unresponsive CONCORD officer finally decided to speak.
"This contract sounded like it needed at least someone professional", he replied as a dry joke, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall. Personally, he wasn't much concerned about the dangerousness of the contract, being clone soldiers gave them an edge, and the ability to come back from the dead.
"Where is Satja? You rarely if ever leave her by herself", he also asked after a moment of pondering, it was indeed odd to see Kador without Satja, considering how attached to one another they seemed to be.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Feb. 10th
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
6950
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Posted - 2014.02.11 23:11:00 -
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"Not here" he replied, this time a bit more casually. "Since this isn't an Imperial operation it doesn't seem likely there will secondary lines for support personnel....not to mention these bastards very nearly killed her once already. I'm not taking that risk."
He sighed deeply. The Templar could feel the righteous fire flow out of him almost tangibly. The room seemed a little warmer now.
Denak had that affect on him. Seemed to calm him down, always had in their previous meetings which in of itself was a God given gift, though he supposed Denak didn't see it that way.
Time and time again he had to remind Kador that his beliefs weren't religious in nature, which had to no end vexed the Amarrian. The very concept seemed almost as alien as the Ida seemed to him.
"It's not like she wanted me to leave either....practically begged me not to accept this...job." he admitted, embarrassed. "For a moment I almost didn't.... almost forgot my duty...."
He looked up at the Intaki, from where he was sitting Denak did look remarkably calm. How, he could not be sure. Either some sense of arrogance...or perhaps the contrary. Complete understand on what they faced. Either way Denak's face was inscrutable.
Kador shifted uncomfortably as the Gallentean dropped down in the seat next to him. He began smoothing down the folds in his clothes as he was always wont to do, before turning to the Gallente. For a moment be considered uttering a prayer for his sake, but it would almost be a sin to ask for protection from fools....
"Aye, the very same most like." he responded diplomatically as The Bastard cut in.
"Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
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steadyhand amarr
TeamPlayers
Negative-Feedback
2284
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Posted - 2014.02.11 23:49:00 -
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and pause going to bit to write the post up
"i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk"
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
929
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Posted - 2014.02.12 01:07:00 -
[25] - Quote
Pushing his respective tech out of the way with a dismissive wave, "Yes yes, I'm fine. The right brain is in the right body." Heathen proceeded to order 20 of his standard combat fits.
Stopping for a moment he pens a quick missive to the Templar.
"Sorry to bother you on a more personal level than usual, but I'd rather have you mad at me for annoying you than possibly compromise the mission for lack of intel, major scout faux pas. Do you know what types of armaments and armor that the raiders prefer? I'm going to stop by the library to see what if any insight I can get into their tactics by reading whatever I can find of their histories."
After sending the message, he makes a beeline for the library.
If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
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Jacques Cayton II
Providence Guard
Templis CALSF
587
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Posted - 2014.02.12 01:17:00 -
[26] - Quote
Jacques was about to ask where we were deploying when he blinked and had his dream of the shadows and as it approached him he awoke to a heavy weight on his shoulders. " Excuse me but where am I?" The tech was scared he backed up slowly saying " I can't say I'm sorry. Your clone is fine I'll be on my way sir." Jacques looked on confused but as the tech walked of he recognized his Caldari heavy suit and understood why the kid ran off. He pulled up his Neocom and started buying gear for the assault.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
26
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Posted - 2014.02.12 01:37:00 -
[27] - Quote
Hawkeye stepped out of the CRU; once again feeling the familiar embrace of the Amarrian Sentinel clinging to him. He casually walked past the technician -not paying him much heed- and left the clone vat room, tapping a few commands into his CHI to order his fittings.
I should probably review some materials on the Blood Raiders, but first; I need to find a place that has some good coffee... He thought to himself.
Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
13
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Posted - 2014.02.12 02:37:00 -
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"Turn the damn light off!" Are the first words that come out of Ermacs mouth after he woke up in the new clone suited with his typical dropsuit.
He shields his eyes from the bright light from a torch which was used by a technician who stood above him.
"OH! uhm sorry I didn't wanted to blind you I.. I uh mean..." Are the only words the person stutters before Ermac cuts him short with a rather aggressive sounding "Zip it!".
He get's up and cleans himself off from the potential dirt that could be stuck on his armor, after that is he activating his wrist module and opens up the neocom to order some suit fittings.
"I need my proto fits, I would say my railgunner suits 20 of those, 10 of my Assault rifle fits and 5 of my Swarm launcher fits just if something like a tank or LAVs show up." He thinks while he places his market orders and looks to the other clones who are waking up or are already staying and ordering something via the neocom.
"I should ask them what the reason is that these "Blood Raiders" are so special." Are his thoughts while his eyes follow one Merc who moves towards one of the Templars who already was ordering something.
"Maybe I can learn something from that."Is what he is thinking while he moves into hearing range of the Heavy Sentinel and the Templar. |
Jaysyn Larrisen
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
739
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Posted - 2014.02.12 02:44:00 -
[29] - Quote
Blinking away the after effects of the clone jump Jaysyn leaned forward from the CRU cradle and began pulling himself out and stepping into the staging room. The bluish mist of stimulants and clone animation nanites gently jetted across his face and breathed deeply to let the animation accelerants bring his physical functions online faster. The feel of the Caldari Assault drop suit was instantly recognizable
A female clone tech watched Jaysyn step forward and cooly spoke to him, "Sir, your clone bio functions are operating above 97%...any issues with transfer?"
"I'm good to go, right clone, right gear" he asked.
"Your NeoCom is functioning and you'll find your operational load out in the Gamma-338A".
The tech stood very still, with an almost dismissive pose. Jaysyn cocked his head and looked at her closely; couldn't place the genotype by the voice had a slight Amarr tinge to it. With a slight grin he called out "Keep the couch warm for me will you, Empress?" as he walked out the staging room and oriented himself on bay Gamma-338A to start his pre-combat checks.
The instant the Duster was through the doorway the female tech let out a huge breath and 30nearly collapsed from the tension release of fear as she gripped the side of the CRU for support.
"Juko, thanks for the tip. Give me a current data pull on everything Intel has on Blood Raider activity in the last 90 days; sort by system, Coven Leader, and activity level. I'll need it in 30 minutes, ok?" The door to Bay Gamma-338A was coded to his NeoCom and slide open and revealed a small armory and Jaysyn walked in began walking down the racks of weapons.
"Sure, Jays. I had the boys start pulling some of that after I shot you the tipper. You need a team?" the deep voice on the other side of the NeoCom asked.
"No. I've signed on this one as a side project. I'll give you the run down after the deal; if you don't get a proof of life from me in 10 days put a ping out our internals and execute protocol Hegira." Jaysyn was eyeing the racks of weapons and equipment...looking at the inventory sheet and cross checking against the combat specs he uploaded when taking the contract.
"Juko...one more thing. Favor between you and me. You still have some folks looking for Templars back home?" Jaysyn asked.
A moment of quite with the faint hum of the NeoCom carrier wave was the only indicator the line was still connected until Juko's Sebiestor accent cut through the silence, "Jaysyn...yes. I know of...people...that would pay a great sum for information on them. What are you involved with?"
"Just business, Juko. Make sure that capsuleer gets the Ishukone shipment delivered. Talk to you in a few day".
The NeoCom connection cut and Jaysyn pulled up the 6 new contacts listed in his address book. He paused for a second and rolled his neck loosening up the drop suit a bit and pinged the small group with a quick message:
Team - Jaysyn. Combat load as follows: Kaalakiotta Rail Rifle, ASMG, Core Locus grenades. I can carry uplinks, hives, or needles...any preferences? Additionally, I'll be uploading a current intel dump on Blood Raider activity in the last 90 days to all of you within the hour. I'm in Bay Gamma-338A if you need anything.
"Endless money forms the sinews of War." - Cicero
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Jacques Cayton II
Providence Guard
Templis CALSF
587
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Posted - 2014.02.12 03:05:00 -
[30] - Quote
As Jacques ordered his forge gun and his hmg fits he saw the three mercs together when he noticed that the new Caldari suit was much lighter than the Amarr suit and begun to worry if it would affect carrying heavy weapons. He saw the scared tech and decided to test the suit out.
He walked over to the terrified tech " Excuse me but I need to test my new suit stand still okay" The tech tried to run " No sir stop please do---" He was jersey up into the air by his hips and the tech tensed up was suddenly quite. Jacques sat him down softly when he noticed his pants were stained " Wasn't so bad now was it now work hard I depend on you for good clones." The tech was trying to hide the fact he pissed himself and waved Jacques off.
Jacques continued down to Bay Gamma-338A to fit his suit when he noticed Jaysysn mention Templar and business. So once he was done Jacques walked up and nodded at Jaysysn grabbed a boundless hmg with a couple of flux grenades and started to head to the range to test out the new tech. He sent a message out to all mercs.
Team. Sgt Cayton.
I'll be training with my new suit in Talla Firing range if you wish to speak notify me. Also if any info can be giving on our enemy please notify me.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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