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21yrOld Knight Pradox One Proficiency V. 476	Posted - 2014.02.12 04:13:00 - [31] - Quote Shaking off the affects of the clone jump,21 could feel the natural state of being in an Assault Ck.O. Looking down he saw a small clone tech checking his vitals. 21 noticed the tech's face ,not any wat clam. The tech's face looked frightened and rush as if he wanted sprint away from the cru. Realizing his chance 21 wanted to scare the tech. 21 then changes his face from having little emotion to one with great rage and anger , he then screams" Why are you in a hurry, do you think i am some sick monster!" His face then changes to have no emotion" I am a human being just like you. My mind may be forever but I am still human." . The clone tech looked back at 21 with a face disgust and replied " Your vitals are stable you may leave now." The clone tech walked out of the room in disgust. Remembering that concord was funding all gear, 21 opened up the market tab on his neocom and ordered 100's of suits all having different layouts. After that 21 sent a message to the leadership channel of his alliance telling them that he will be gone for a while. 21 then headed toward the exit looking for Kador to learn about blood raiders. Dust bunny! I prefer the term meta-gaming bad a** with a slight hint of the person Samuel L. Jackson wanted to be.
Denak Kalamari Intaki Liberation Front Intaki Prosperity Initiative 1079	Posted - 2014.02.12 05:56:00 - [32] - Quote Denak could already anticipate them being jumped back to another CRU as the short and pithy briefing ended, closing his eyes when he felt his consciousness slipping away. Upon waking up in his old body, the familiar feel of his Gallente 'Black Eagle' Scout G/1 suit, a wave of relief washed over him. Knowing he could select his own fits made him more comfortable after the alarmingly vague briefing. Feeling a set of hands exploring his body as he was finished reanimating at the CRU, Denak assumed it was a tech checking his vitals, remaining perfectly still throughout the process. Even with his eyes closed, his suit was still powered and sending sensory information of his surroundings. The tech's heartbeat was at an average of 150 beats per minute, his pupils were dilated, and his fingertips were sweaty, he was obviously afraid. And to the tech's unfortune, the mere act of Denak suddenly springing to life and moving past the tech without a word said, making him jump suddenly and take a step back from Denak. Looking around, Denak saw how the other mercs were treating their techs, and compared to them his tech was getting off easy. Not like he cared much, focusing on getting the optimal fits to fight the Blood Raiders was a more important task. Activating the holographic interface on his arm, the NeoCom appeared on his visor's Heads-Up Display, selecting his fittings and the market to begin browsing through them and selecting the most optimal ones. He knew the Blood Raiders preferred armor and laser weaponry like the Amarr, but were much more aggressive in their tactics. He didn't know if he was going to have a logistics in their group backing them up, so he started selecting fits preferring armor plates and repairers, sending his buy orders to CONCORD: Denak Kalamari wrote: BUY ORDER: Amount: 40 GLL-DP fits, 20 GLL-I fits, 10 GLL-RP fits, 5 GLL-BE fits and 5 AMH-AV fits The fits are as follows: GLL-DP Scout gk.0 Federation CreoDron Specialist Shotgun M512-A Submachinegun M1 Locus Grenade F/45 Remote Explosive Cloak Enhanced Light Damage Modifier Enhanced Precision Enhancer Enhanced Armor Plate Complex Armor Repairer Enhanced Profile Dampener Complex Kinetic Catalyzer GLL-I Scout G-1 CRG-3 Shotgun Submachinegun Flux Grenade N-11/A Flux Drop Uplink Cloak Basic Shield Extender Enhanced Profile Dampener Enhanced Ferroscale Armor Plate Enhanced Cardiac Regulator GLL-RP Scout gk.0 Federation Duvolle Specialist Assault Rifle M512-A Submachinegun M1 Locus Grenade A-45 Quantum Active Scanner Cloak Complex Precision Enhancer Enhanced Light Damage Modifier Complex Range Amplifier Complex Reactive Plate Enhanced Reactive Plate Enhanced Cardiac Regulator GLL-BE 'Black Eagle' Scout G/1 'Black Eagle' Shotgun 'Black Eagle' Assault Rifle 'Carnifax' Locus Grenade Cloak Enhanced Shield Extender Enhanced Reactive Plate AMH-AV Sentinel A-1 9K330 Forge Gun Submachinegun Wiyrkomi AV Grenade Basic Heavy Damage Modifier Complex Armor Repairer Enhanced Armor P Send fits ASAP After all that, Denak looked around a bit to observe other ordering their own fits and conversing with one another. He eavesdropped for a few moments to get some valuable intel, before heading off to the dropship hangar to wait for the others to gather up. Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Feb. 10th
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 6988	Posted - 2014.02.12 10:22:00 - [33] - Quote Once again Kador was reborn into the world, his fleshing knitting together as thousands of nanites composed his very physical being in an instant. It was a gift from God to be able to be reborn time and time again reaffirming one's Faith, their vows of duty and service, and their very existence, and one that he most certainly did not take for granted. It was odd to consider in the very moment he became aware of himself that he was nothing more than a swirling mass of nanites, the soft and fleshy organs that formed the being he was, and that as his mind raced to the simple realisation of exactly what he was, that his features were being formed as one might shape clay for a sculpture. As his body neared completion a single sublime arc of pain raced up his spine as the drop suit melded with his spine. And then he was whole. Light flooded his eyes but the drop suits advanced photo processors cleared his vision in an instant, as static golden HUD's formed the core of his vision feeding information through the three primary sensors in the Comando Suit's visor, indicating the status of his environment and his allies. With sudden clarity he dropped thunderously to one knee in ritualistic sending the attending technical officers, a man and a woman, sprawling. "The Word of the Lord is Pure; It is a Shield for the Faithful." He mouthed from the confines of his own personal chapel. He supposed momentarily that few amongst the assembled immortals would understand the divine significance of his dropsuit. More than a simple tool to enable combat, it housed his flesh and spirit, and stood as a bulwark against not only the physical dangers on the battlefield, but the spiritual ones as well. It was a temple, a shrine, a place of worship for the Faithful. "Brought unto Men by the Angels; As a guiding Light in the Darkness." And he was an angel. One of God's righteous vengeance. And enforcer of His will, and one who would bear the light of he Faith to the darkest corners of this galaxy. The whole process was indescribably personal. To know what he was, and what he was made for. To venerate God in his own personal chapel, as he completed his duty, while every action was an exaltation to the Divinity above..... As he finished his prayer he noticed the two startled mortals his actions had sent sprawling to the floor. He rose. Over two metres in hight, now, given the bulk of the Amarrian prototype frame he wore. He bowed apologetically, as the visor of his face plate retracted revealing the distinctive features of the Amarrian combat clone. I might have scared them but for the sincerity that was easily recognisable across his face, and layered in his tone. "Allow me. My apologies" He said, offering a hand. For a moment, he though they might not have taken it, but slowly they did. First the woman, who stood, brushed herself off, tittering nervously, before offering a nervous thank you. Then the man, who was silent, but full of awe. Waving the two away as they approached to assess his combat attire he stretched, feeling the satisfying, and reassuring bulk of the armour plates as they weighed down his augumented biotic systems. He rolled his arms back in the sockets, enjoying the feeling. The integration of dropsuit with spine was incredibly painful at first but allowed for a sense of extension, as if the dropsuit was.....and it was in a sense, a part of his body. Beside him the female tech offered him a datapad wordlessly. He shook his head. "Can you open my personal stocks if I grant permissions?" He asked tentatively. Smiling as she nodded. "Open the Imperial stocks then and order two of the Solace class HAV templates heavy Beam Lasers, with 120mm Plating, I also need you to find matching pilot interface frames, preferably with cerebral interfacing ports....something snug that fits around the spine." He meant that as a joke but nonetheless the woman paled at the suggestion. "....and half a dozen Crusader Commando Frames with enough spare charges for the Viziam Laser Rifle as possible." She nodded again, and wordlessly moved off to do his bidding. For a moment she looked like Satja.....but an instant later the alert from his NeoCom alerted him to a message, and the feeling was gone. He skimmed the note, sighing deeply, then turned to the Gallentean. "If Templar Steadyhand clears me for it I can give a briefing to the entire group. You'll learn what you need to know then". As he spoke more static neural triggers alerted him to different messages incoming from the other members of the squad. The information on the Blood Raiders was what caught his eye. Information would be essential on a job like this. Blood Raiders were cowards, but they were good at what they did. Any time you hunted them you were playing their game, and then only difference between a successful mission and a life of suffering at their hands was the accuracy of the information you had available to you. Perhaps, he thought to himself, I should contact the Templares. Alliance wide information on heretic activity in the Bleaks and Devoid could verify what we already have. A minute later he had submitted a request to Cpt Ordo of the Praetorian Auxiliary fleets requesting access and dissemination of Praetorian surveys. If the green light was given, yet another set of eyes could provide information sorely needed about the Blood Raider threat. He checked the heavyset gauntlet, marvelling at the artistry of the flowing designs on the bracers, detailed in while gold filigree down the the knucked, augmented with several kinds of alloy, biotic implants, and kinetic accentuators that would give any of his strikes incredible force should the Raider led forces manage to engage him at close range. sufficiently assured status of his preferred suit was operating at acceptable efficiency, he began calibrations on the laser focusing crystals..... "Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 6989	Posted - 2014.02.12 10:31:00 - [34] - Quote Knowing the Raiders preferred fighting style he had requested a lens exchange system be present on the vehicles allowing him to alternate fire between Aurora and Gleam wavelengths. He knew from experience that if even the slightest miscalculation was present in the projection lenses, or energy output systems the entire turret might miss entirely at a crucial moment, or even seize up due to the massive heat generated by the energy weapon. This process was another deeply ritualistic. He knew from the outset the equipment he was working with was going to be top notch. This was a CONCORD job, not some run of the mill contract for Viziam or Carthum. But none the less it soothed his frayed nerves and allowed him a piece of mind. Duties now complete he stepped off the side of the room, very much so aware of the eyes of the two technical specialists still on him. He spared a couple of minutes on them when they came over to him. He answered their questions as best he could with an even-handed grace. He had to admit they were....precious in a way. So unique in their own ways, but fragile and fleeting. Just like her. He waved them away. Drew a small copy of Pax Amarria from the pouch at his waist, and began to read, prayers escaping his lips in a whisper, a ghostly echo distorted by the suits build in speaker modules. "The Word of the Lord is Pure; Its is a......." "Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
Denak Kalamari Intaki Liberation Front Intaki Prosperity Initiative 1083	Posted - 2014.02.12 11:08:00 - [35] - Quote Just as Denak was about to head off into the bays, his HUD notified him of a new person reanimating in the CRU, stopping dead on his tracks to see who it was. He didn't even have to look at the information on his HUD to know it was Kador, kneeling down and muttering out a prayer for the techs standing in front of him. Instantly his dropsuit computer began deciphering the Amarrid speech, tracing its origins and translating it into Intaki for him. "a+éa+¦a+ía+Åa+¦a+¦a+ôa+û, a+áa+ña+éa+¦+¦a+Ña+öa+¦ a+¦a+ô+ó+¦+ªa+¦" Was displayed into his visor, displaying the full passage for him after Kador finished and began setting his buy orders. Advanced sensory systems were something Gallente excelled at, and it helped Denak understand the surrounding world a little better. For a while Denak stood farther off, his sensory systems analyzing Kador's dropsuit, his weaponry and the passages he was praying. The slightly distorted sound coming through the speakers sounded odd. Even in battle, voice communication was fed directly from within the dropsuit, without distortion added. As he pulled out the Pax Amarria, scanned by his visual sensors, Denak decided to finally speak up and step forward. "...a shield for the faithful, Brought unto men by the Angels, As a guiding light in the darkness", he spoke, completing the passage for him, before adding: "I hope I am not interrupting." In contrast to the highly decorated and beautifully carved patterns of Kador's suit, not to mention size, Denak's seemed much smaller and simpler. He was still a towering giant compared to a normal man, but next to a Commando suit, his scout suit was slender and shorter. Friction dampening materials muffled the sound of his movements, and the single sleek black color made him blend well into the dark contrasted wall behind him. If it was sufficiently dark, the only things visible to the naked eye were the three green slits on his helmet. Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Feb. 10th
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 6989	Posted - 2014.02.12 11:37:00 - [36] - Quote Despite Denak finishing the passage for him, Kador took several moments to finish the complete translation in Ammarad himself. He glanced up noting the much thinner suit that Denak wore. Within the suit he frowned. It looked paper thin....was probably skin tight like all the other Gallentean garments you saw. Profoundly different in design from the Amarrian counterparts he placed his faith in, the typical Gallentean combat aesthetic was sorely lacking. It was almost as if its design served no purpose other than a rugged, almost antiquated functionality. "Never in life Denak" He responded warmly, rising from his kneeling position, and assuming a wider stance as he replaced the Pax Amarrica in the pouch by his waist. He set then to rearranging the fabric that composed his tabard. He'd head the thing called a "battleskirt" before by other mercenaries, as if they thought it might perturb him. Frankly it did not. He felt it looked a fine addition to the armour.....a necessary aesthetic, pleasing to the eye, that other combat attire lacked. " Never in life, it is easy to make time for a friend." Then in a more concerned tone "......Your dropsuit is looking a little.....lacking. Will it protect you?" Meanwhile the two technicians approached him again, this time bearing his weapons. The male carried a deep navy blue "Stormvein" Carthum Assault Scrambler Rifle, embossed with lines of deep gold, and shot through with pure marble lines, jagged, strangely geometric in their chaos. It was a work of art by the standard of fire arms. As much a symbol of the Faith as it was a tool of murder. Laid next to that, ready to be fit into his ammunition dispenser unit a row of six energy cells for the rifle. Kador raised his arms, t-posed out he suppose he would have looked the fool, but for the bulk of the Commando frame. Now its mass was entirely visible. His frame was naturally suited for large dropsuits, his brawlers physique only accentuated now by the 20mm plating on the shoulders and chest, and a blast guard jutted out from his sternum. The tech fitted the rifle into its cradle, then began inserting the cells into the dispenser unit at his waist, keeping the Carthum's cell to his left hip. After this process was complete the female approached. She held in her hands an elaborately carved and custom fit Imperial Viziam Laser Rifle. It was a pure platinum, custom designed, black concentric designs ran its surface, as the fluid carving in old Ammarad lined its plating. If the "Stormvein" was art in detail, then this as a simple beauty. Stark and pure. Like the male before her she moved to fit the secondary light weapon to his other cradle. But the Templar shook his head. He plucked the rifle from her hand deftly. Careful not to crush her fingers between the heavy armoured fists. Then levelled the weapon at the far wall. He felt the weight. It was nice, heavier. This variant would last longest without overheating, and that would be necessary mid fight. Poor heat control would cost him clones, or worse if he was not careful. Returning to an "at ease" position Kador turned to face Denak once more. "Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha
Denak Kalamari Intaki Liberation Front Intaki Prosperity Initiative 1084	Posted - 2014.02.12 12:54:00 - [37] - Quote Denak observed Kador curiously as he stood up to his full height, the difference in size between their dropsuits coming very clear right now. His arms looked like they could crush a dropship, and the thick armorplating covering his entire frame made him appear like a one-man army, a true force to be reckoned with. In comparison to Denak's own suit, he almost seemed like a midget among the clone soldiers. Armor plating was minimal in favor of installing servo motors and increasing the mobility of the suit in general, and unnecessary bulk was removed in favor of an advanced computer to power sensory systems. When Denak's choice of suit came in question, he remained silent for the moment, simply pulling out an odd looking device from his utility belt. It seemed like a mixture of an active scanner and a repair tool in shape, sporting just two buttons in the handle, on and off. The purpose of the device soon came into realization, as activating it made Denak's frame shimmer. The shimmer intensified, making Denak appear more and more like a poorly constructed hologram, until he disappeared entirely. Many moments passed with absolutely nothing seeming to happen, leaving Kador by himself with his equipment. Then without much warning, Kador could feel a bump to the back of his head. It was Denak, who had went all the way to the armory, picked up his gear, returned to Kador and walked behind him to point his shotgun to the back of his head, all in the span of minutes. He could have rambled on for hours about the technicalities of the cloaking device and its uses, but a physical demonstration explained it better than any amount of words could have. "What I lack in protection, I make up in utility", was Denak's explanation as he shimmered back into view, lowering his weapon and letting it rest against the ground, leaning against it slightly. Swung behind his back was the Black Eagle assault rifle, custom built by Duvolle Laboratories to be used in conjunction with the Black Eagle scout suit, as was the shotgun. The reason for Denak to be wearing a dropsuit associated with an infamous wing of the Federal Intelligence Office, was a personal one, although the ability to carry two light weapons at once was definitely a plus. "I have years of experience in infiltration and improvisation, excessive armor just impairs my effectiveness as a scout", he added as he readied up his shotgun again, pressing a button on the side. The cyclotron reactor hummed to life, the cylinder-like part on the side of the gun starting to glow a bright orange hue when the fusion reaction began. Nonchalantly he picked up shells from his belt, sliding one shell after the other into the firing chamber with his thumb, like he has always done, cocking the lever on the side to finish loading it up. Something about that sound of finishing the reload of a shotgun made him feel much more secure. Standing up straight, Denak twisted his body to the left to display shield extension of the shotgun, spanning all the way up from his hand to his elbow, the CreoDron logo labeled with huge letters on it. "This also gives additional protection if needed", he pointed out, smiling slightly to Kador underneath his helmet. He may have been unable to convey his facial expressions, but his slightly enthusiastic tone of voice made him apparent that he was not concerned at all, he really liked demonstrating his equipment and talking about their technicalities to people. Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Feb. 10th
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.12 13:45:00 - [38] - Quote The Restaurant that Ermac found was rather crowded but he managed to find a table for him alone next to one of the market street windows, his meal containing of a rather generous amount of meat , scrambled eggs with a piece of bread and a glass carafe filled with water which he poured into a rather big glass which fitted his hand better than the regular ones. He looked trought his bank account ballance while having already eaten half of the plates contents, he sees that the money has been transferred and a notification message shows him that a delivery corporation which is known to work for CONCORD exclusivly has taken the job to transport his gear. "How nice of them" He muses while biting of a big chunk of bread "They really don't want anything to happen during that mission."He takes a sip of water to flush down the bread and let's out a relaxed sigh after it all landed in his stomach:" Ahhhh now that hits the spot. Okay how about I do some research on these blood raiders while im here. I mean no one can escape the faithful eye of the news reporters now can they?" He opens the sites of the better known news agencys like "the scope" and the" Amarr Certified News" ( the last one because it seems that his templar squad mates are the ones with the infos). He finds some hits, a bunch of articles all about how the raiders attacked and then dissapeard, if the prey was tiny enough "scope" says nothing about the aftermath of a successfull raid. The ACN always writes that the Raider attacks got defeated by the will of God and that these " heretics" who are still alive will be send into someplace they call "hell". After he searched for the meaning of the word "heretic" can Ermac pinpoint some conclusions from these articles. 1. Blood Raiders are somekind of cult inside of the Amarr empire which the Amarr hate with a burning rage, almost as much as the Minmatar 2. They use hit and run tactics when they operate in outer space, could also apply on the ground. 3.They seem to work in Bleak Lands and Devoid most of the time. 4.It seems that they take slaves, because the ships always end up empty after a completed raid. 5.The favorite target of these pirates seem to be Capsuleers Still this doesn't answer his questions of what he is going to face in the field, he fills his glass till the carafe is empty and continues to eat up. And now are there two more questions, what are they doing with the captured people, and why of all the things you could attack are they so fixated on capsuleers? "I need to ask one of these Templars but first do I need to check if my gear has arrived in good shape." He feels a wave of nostalgica wash over him after doing this research it reminds him of the old days where he always did some investigation on a subject before he headed out with another sec officer to detain and interrogate some criminal scumbag. And he would always say one sentence before they left the office, maybe just to reassure himself that they will solve this case:"Let's hope the machine didn't make a mistake this time." He says to his invisible partner and let's out a small chuckle He eats up and chucks down the rest of the water, puts on his helmet slips his bank card through the computer terminal to pay his bill and walks in a fast pace towards the loading bay, and no one in the restaurant even noticed him leaving.
Hawk-eye Occultus Omega Elite Mercs INC. 26	Posted - 2014.02.12 15:52:00 - [39] - Quote Hawkeye flicked through a data-pad while he waited for his coffee. Although it didn't offer much information as to what he would be facing on the ground; it did grant him insight into the cult itself. The ghastly descriptions of the rituals the Blood Raiders partook in -particularly graphic in some places- sent great chills down his spine. The blood pens filled with unfortunate crew of captured ships, the stalking of Sisters of EVE ships to disaster zones for easy prey... It disgusted him. In his mind, with nay a single trace of doubt, they were the closest thing to the epitome of evil that humanity could possibly reach. What disturbed him particularly though, was their love of clone blood. As soon as we drop down, they are probably going to be thinking 'All-you-can-eat buffet'... Or something along those lines... He reasoned. He got up and left; but put a large tip on the table for the soon-to-be approaching waiter. I should get back to the others... Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.12 18:09:00 - [40] - Quote "Mr. Ermac Vesely" asks the courier with his datapad in his hand on which he looks down to the check the informations on it. "That's me" says Ermac while he looks past the head of the even for normal people rather small man, and surveys how the bay workers are unloading his gear, the courier meanwhile looks up and stretches out his arm and asks non chalantly:"Can I please have your ID sir?" Ermac who got a little confused by the guys behaviour thinks ,:"Man working for CONCORD makes you see some **** it seems", while he gives him his ID with a nod, the courier checks it with his pad which has an inbuild ID card scanner. The Datapad makes a quiet ping and he gives him his card back:" Everything is okay, now here is the cargo list in physical form and one digital copy on your mail address, can you please check if we got everything sir?" He hands him the paper cargo list and he goes throught it just to be sure. 1 .20x Caldari Assault Suits model ck.0 fitted with: 3x complex light weapons damage mods,1x complex shield extender,1x complex cpu upgrade,1x advanced shield regulator, 1x pack of advanced reactive armor plates. -Weapons and gear:Rail Rifles model Kaalakiota, Scrambler Pistol standard model, locus grenades standard model,Nanohives model K-2 2. .10x Caldari Assault Suits model ck.0 fitted with: 3x complex light weapons damage mods,1x complex shield extender,1x complex cpu upgrade,1x advanced shield regulator, 1x pack of advanced reactive armor plates. -Weapons and gear:Assault Rifles model Duvolle, Scrambler pistol standard model,locus grenades standard model,Drop Uplinks model Imperial 3. 5x Caldari Assault Suits model C/1 fitted with: 3x complex light weapons damage mods,1x standard cpu upgrade,1x advanced shield regulator. -Weapons and gear:Swarm launcher model CBR7, Scrambler Pistol standart model,AV grenades standard model,Nanohives model K-2 Ermac checks the list twice with his own list that he made to be sure that he made no mistake and yes every suit fit he wanted is on the list, which he confirms to the courier. "Thank you very much sir and if you could give me your autograph on this field here are we both done." he holds his pad out which now shows a fat line where he needs to sign. Ermac had heard worse jokes but he still gives his "autograph" to the man:" And again." reminds the courier to make Ermac clear that he needs to sign a second time on the now a clean fat line which he does. The Courier then proceeds to put the pad under his arm pit and then moves his other arm for a handshakes which Ermac accepts:" Thanks for the buisness sir and don't think about the transport costs those are already covert." He spins on his heel and walks towards his ship. Ermac then jogs towards the crates with his suits inside and checks again if everything is there and not damaged. "looking good no damage, and nothing misses looks like I am ready". He then takes every gun, nade, suit and equipment piece out and makes a maintenance check just to be sure that none of them breakes or is jamming during the mission. For him was it a rather automatic process which he could almost do with his eyes closed. As he hears the last familiar click of a good Rifle is he done "Is there something more relaxing than the sound of a good working machine? not really." He thinks while he packs his gear back into the cargo box. Still he needs more information on these Blood Raiders but he couldn't find one of the Templars. "Seems like I need to find them and the others now." He mumbles to himself while he walks along the cargo bay to see if someone else wants to get check his gear.

Hawk-eye Occultus Omega Elite Mercs INC. 29	Posted - 2014.02.12 18:31:00 - [41] - Quote The station hanger is a hive of activity, workmen can be seen all over loading items onto and off ships as they come to and fro, in the background, many ships can be seen moving on continuous, orderly lines of traffic. Hawkeye heads towards a freighter that has just docked; small vehicles are parked by it to carry the cargo all over the station, including the loadouts he had ordered. As he enters the massive cargo hold to inspect his items, he sees Ermac near one of the stacks of containers mumbling to himself. He decides that he probably should get acquainted with at least someone on this mission. "Hello there; I don't believe we have met." He holds out his hand. "The name's 'Hawkeye'." Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
steadyhand amarr TeamPlayers Negative-Feedback 2294	Posted - 2014.02.12 19:19:00 - [42] - Quote Steady can be seen walking into the hanger, chatting to an amarr agent of some description, his amour cammo is instantly recognisable to anyone who had visited the museum, steadys normally relaxed attitude had all but vanished, he was clearly on mission and the difference was striking. steady gives a nod to hawk-eye but beelines to a dropship currently loading a CRU. on his neocomm he loads up a message he fires off to everyone in the squad. "outside myself and True, it seems many of you have never hunted raiders on their home turf I implore you do your homework. they will be well armed and well defended and make amarr fanatics look like choir boys, please ask my self or Kador any questions you might have" "i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk" winner of EU squad cup GOGO power rangers
Heathen Bastard The Bastard Brigade 930	Posted - 2014.02.12 19:31:00 - [43] - Quote "damn" Heathen mutters as he leaves the library. Not having found all that he was hoping to see "must not be in the public records" He heads back to quarters to switch out his clone and commit final preparations before leaving. Upon arrival, he locks the door, and sits on his couch, initiating transfer to his combat fit clone. Feeling the leathers against his skin, the surge of strength to his muscles, and seeing the tacnet come alive always brought a kind of joy, in the knowledge that he was hidden from even the finest sensors, and had the strength to cut through even the heaviest of opposition in seconds. Before leaving his quarters, he says a quiet apology "Sorry girls, you're not coming with me on this one" as he walks past his pistols. He proceeded to the hangar to await the transport. Seeing Ermac and Hawk-Eye he quietly hides to eavesdrop, not sure just what is happening. Could it be a plot, a double play? If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.12 19:40:00 - [44] - Quote Ermac didn't find one of the templars during his search but apperently one of the others found him. "My name is Ermac Vesely but you can call me Mac." hey says while he shakes Hawkeyes hand with his prothesis " And let me guess you are also looking for the templars for some more intel on the enemy forces? Or are you here to inspect your gear?". He then let's go of his hand but before he could speak again does he hear the sound of his and hawkeyes neocom and sees that mr. Steady has send them a message. "Or they could send us a message to tell us to hurry up with the question time it seems." He opens up the message system and sends Steady a message with the question:" Should we ask via neocom messages or should we meet up? Tell us a location and we are going to move to that place."
steadyhand amarr TeamPlayers Negative-Feedback 2294	Posted - 2014.02.12 19:50:00 - [45] - Quote keep it NeoComm we have all just had a clone malfunction together openly talking about raiders in plain site is just silly, fire away your questions here,I Imagen if True keeps to form you will get a detailed run down on route as well. but here is some free advice right off the bat. rule one. DO NOT GET CAUGHT! steady looks at his agent... im fully expecting concord to hang us out to dry if it goes south, you sure you get us out if it does we have no idea what kind of tech those ghosts sites are building "i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk" winner of EU squad cup GOGO power rangers
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.12 20:05:00 - [46] - Quote Ermac reads the response and first thought he meant the sec officers in this place, but then did he realise that he meant the Blood Raiders. He writes "Okay first off all what are we going to face? what kind of weapons and tactics can we expect on the ground?"
Hawk-eye Occultus Omega Elite Mercs INC. 30	Posted - 2014.02.12 21:49:00 - [47] - Quote Ermac Vesely wrote: "My name is Ermac Vesely, but you can call me Mac." he says while he shakes Hawkeye's hand with his prosthesis "And let me guess, you are also looking for the templars for some more intel on the enemy forces? Or are you here to inspect your gear?". Ermac let go of Hawkeye's hand, but before Hawkeye was able to answer him; his and Ermac's NeoCom started pinging a message notification. Although he read the message quite quickly, Ermac had started an exchange with the sender, so he decided to inspect his items while Ermac was occupied. The cargo crates were filled with the requested armaments, surrounded with white foam packaging. He lifted one out, a sturdy Boundless HMG. Even though Minmitar technology seemed very primitive, no one could deny the fact that it always worked. He gave the barrel a small experimental spin... He cradled it in his arms... He caressed the frame... It may not have been the most elegant or good looking weapon (especially in comparison with the fabulous line of fashionable weapons the Amarr made). But no one's going to criticize you when you can unleash a torrent of lethal death-spitting hell-fire and hot lead Into their general direction at a moment's notice. He chuckled to himself. Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
Jaysyn Larrisen OSG Planetary Operations Covert Intervention 741	Posted - 2014.02.13 04:24:00 - [48] - Quote The ready room was quiet, the rustle of metal and ceramics and hum of equipment silent for the first time in a couple hours and Jaysyn Larrisen was satisfied that his tools were ready, time to link up with the team in the hangar. With one last look at the stacked and sealed tactical cases he tabbed his NeoCom and pinged the logistics techs, "Bay-338A operational load out complete, please move to indicated hangar immediately. Authorization: Larrisen." The logistics team acknowledged and gave him an ETA to the hangar and with that the tall, rangy merc exited the bay and began heading for the hangar indicated by Steady. The trip wasn't long to start with and his ground eating stride made short work of it. The few personnel he passed in the passageways rarely made eye contact and skirted well away from him. Arriving at the hangar door he paused for brief moment...he took in a deep breath and exhaled, enjoying the flow of air through his nose and mouth, deep into his lungs, and back out. He would soon have to seal his helmet and he might have hours of days before he could experience this again. His flat black Caldari Assault suit was top of the line and it's like had served him from one side of the galaxy to the other. Effective and efficient but not built for comfort. Luckily he had long ago mastered all the tricks to fitting suit to his clones frame and it fit like glove. Jaysyn rolled his neck to loosen up and let his mind clear and focus his intellect. Quietly he spoke to himself, almost inaudibly, "Why keep going? Because you haven't do found anything that can stop you yet..except yourself." With that he triggered the door and stepped into the hangar. He had seen the scene countless times, mercs, soldiers, pirates, whatever...it all looked the same. Several of the team were already on site and prepped in dropsuits. The individual load outs were entering and staging on a pickup platform. Two of the mercs he had briefly met earlier where exchanging greetings. Hawk-eye and Ermac. He hadn't ever worked with them but that wasn't unusual, pretty common on these type of contracts. Well..better start seeing who I'm hunting with on this little safari, he thought to himself. His economical stride from the passageways was gone...his gait was relaxed and smooth as ball bearings on glass as he walked up to the two mercs. This lopsided grin crept back on his face but still never touched his eyes as he approached. "My name's Jaysyn. Looks like the bands getting ready for the show," he said. "The data pull on Blood Raider activity is uploaded on your NeoComs. Afraid it doesn't show much more than normal levels of activity. Definitely nothing that we immediately key our interest. I did get tipped to a bit of rumor that Omir Sarikusa has been a bit more active in contacting the cells and covens than normal. Nothing specific, just an uptick of coms chatter". "Endless money forms the sinews of War." - Cicero
Heathen Bastard The Bastard Brigade 934	Posted - 2014.02.13 04:46:00 - [49] - Quote Satisfied that no one was plotting against anyone else for the moment Heathen hopped down from his perch. "Uh, hi. My callsign is Heathen Bastard, either one'll do if you need to get my attention. Sorry about eavesdropping on everyone, just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to end up locked in some cell getting bled out for the rest of my days. No such thing as too careful in New Eden, right?" He chuckles nervously after this last comment Moving over to one of the crates marked on his tacnet, he cracks the top on it to find one of the combat rifles he ordered for the mission. Checking the gun over with shaky hands "Never fought the raiders directly before, and my time with the Eagles never put us in large scale combat with mortals." Reaching into the box again, he withdraws a knife, test charges it several times noting the hum and watching the electricity arc across the blade before hurling it into the wall of the container smiling under his mask as it sinks in and heats the metal of the container until it melts just slightly. walking over to it "Hopefully though, that won't be too much of an issue" as he pulls it out of the wall and sheathes it. If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 7045	Posted - 2014.02.13 08:41:00 - [50] - Quote Kador turned to face the young Caldari man, noting with some sense of concern the youth that was evident in his features. The Amarr placed heavy value on age and experience, and though he did not doubt his ally, he did worry. They knew so littleGÇª. GÇ£What you will see down there will change you.GÇ¥ He said solemnly. GÇ£ Like looking into the very depths of hell, where only madness and deviancy lies.GÇ¥ He cleared his throat and began to speak in an authoritative tone, pacing back and for the every couple of seconds. "Please gather around everyone, this is not an official briefing but the information and experience Steady and I have hunting these heretics could well mean the difference between our missions success, or failure. Firstly I shall introduce myself. My name is Kador Ouryon, formerly of the Empress's Imperial Templar Orders, formerly of the Sarum Imperial Household Guard 6th Company, and Ensign soldier of the Praetoria Imperialis Excubatoris personal order, the Praetoriani Classiarii Templares. You may call me Templar Ouryon for the sake of brevity." He paused, wondering if even half were listening to him. It mattered not though. Information would be what decided whether of not these men came back from the operation. Information that could prevent their capture, torture, and spiritual ****. He sincerely hoped they would listen and learn. Beyond the group was Templar Steadyhand, whom Kador knew was a veteran of more crusades than he himself would ever know, a founding Templar, a first generation clone. But the rest....they were ignorant of those they were to slay. It would not do. "I have no doubt all of you are veterans of many campaigns across the stars of New Eden. You would not have been admitted to this operation otherwiseGÇª.but common security contracts for businessmen and nobles will not prepare you for combat against these monsters.GÇ¥ He surveyed them once again. GÇ£How many of you have fought criminal groups CONCORD has labelled as pirates?GÇ¥ He nodded, satisfied as most, if not all hands were raised. GÇ£ Good. However this experience means nothing to the Blood Raiders. They are not like normal Pirate scum. They are fundamentally different from the common criminals that infest this clusterGÇª..because unlike the others they are not concerned with the preservation of their lives, nor profit, plunder, or position. They are pleasure seekers of the worst kind. They are in fact a deviant strain of the Faith under the designation Sani Sabik . This term refers to strains of Amarrian cults which are at all times, and for all time declared heretics by the Theological Council. As such, and unlike the True Amarr, they have no sense of a merciful God, as such their capacity for cruelty and bloodshed is unlike that of any other group known to be operating within the cluster. They arm themselves with laser based technology as well as making use of captured and defiled Amarrian combat equipment. As their name would have you believe they are Raiders. As such they do not favour direct combat, so from this we can assume their ground forces are likely to fit the model of skirmishers, slightly less armoured traditional Amarrian counterparts, with armour composed of light metal composites, and ferroscale plating. As a direct result they are more mobile, and aggressive in their actions. They frequently board ships and in order to take captives, and will go to great lengths to extract fresh sources of blood from their victims, either taking it directly from the source. Thus they will likely make use of close quarters weaponry ranging from antiquated shock whips to various other cruel incapacitating weapons. To our detriment their deviancy knows no limits as they also believe Clone blood is more pure and sacred than human blood. As such they will at every opportunity possible attempt to capture us alive. Know this. These things are not human anymore, they forsook that when the left their mercy and sense of human dignity behind. They are evil. If you are separated from TAC NET and CRU support you could end up as the Raiders new pet for the rest of your immortality. Do not under any circumstance separate yourself from one another. I should not have to explain this further but these monsters, and they are not human anymore, are the epitome of evil. No quarter shall be offered, nor mercy given. Every prisoner executed, every slave rescued. Every blood stained heathen destroyed.GÇ¥ He finished the speech. Stared out at the gathered mercenaries, his friend, and the Brother Templar. GÇ£ I have taken the liberty of contacting Praetorian Intelligence officers and requested any files pertaining to Blood Raider activity be supplied to our NeoCom units, please be aware that this information will likely be the difference between our success or failure." "Any questions?GÇ¥ he asked, his tone heavily marred by hate. The righteous fire had returned, it blazed within him. He liked to think they could see it in his face, the passion for the hunt, the hate of his foe, but more importantly, the righteousness of his cause. "Just know that though our enemies may only #YOLO, through God's grace we can #YOLF at his side." - Disciple of Kesha

Hawk-eye Occultus Omega Elite Mercs INC. 30	Posted - 2014.02.13 09:00:00 - [51] - Quote True Adamance wrote: "Any questions?GÇ¥ he asked, his tone heavily marred by hate. The righteous fire had returned, it blazed within him. He liked to think they could see it in his face, the passion for the hunt, the hate of his foe, but more importantly, the righteousness of his cause. "Do we know how strong a force we will be facing?" "Is there the possibility that they may know we are coming?" Intelligence without ambition; is a bird without wings...
Denak Kalamari Intaki Liberation Front Intaki Prosperity Initiative 1099	Posted - 2014.02.13 09:29:00 - [52] - Quote Denak was seated upon a crate at the back of the crowd, sitting on it cross-legged and observing everyone individually through the slits of his visor. Beneath it his light green HUD displayed all kinds of information from the names of the people in the crowd to information pages about the Blood Raiders and the Sani Sabik cult, all the while a transcript of Kador's speech was displayed to him. He seemed kind of phased out to the outside observer, remaining perfectly still and looking at nothing as his eyes were browsing and reading through the information displayed on his HUD. 'Don't get separated. I'll have to talk about that later', he thought when the subject was mentioned, glancing up at Kador as he kept speaking. Denak spoke from the back of the crowd to add into the tips: "If you are in danger of being captured, off yourself. It's better to lose your clone and equipment rather than get caught by the Raiders." Denak then fell quiet again, checking through his equipment again and his weapons leaning against the nearby wall while keeping an eye out for the transcript displayed. He had switched to his more common Scout gk.0 suit, sporting a blue and gray color scheme with additional equipment hung over his belt. Making a routine check on all his equipment and weapons, checking the firing chambers, arming and disarming the remote explosive charges, double-checking the fluid router on his back and assuring everything was in prime condition. Fixing his attention back to Kador and the other Templar standing in the back, he patiently waited for him to finish answering all the questions and the crowd to scatter, quietly typing up a message to be sent into Kador's and Steady's NeoComs. Quote: From: Denak Kalamari To: True Adamance, steadyhand amarr Subject: Briefing Once you are done with the briefing, may I have a word with you? -Denak Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Feb. 10th
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.13 12:06:00 - [53] - Quote " You told us that they drain the blood out of the hostages how are we going to stitch them together on the ground? I mean im not a doctor, nor am I a logi and I didn't hear that someone here is a medic so how are going to get them out and that alive Kador?"
steadyhand amarr TeamPlayers Negative-Feedback 2300	Posted - 2014.02.13 12:25:00 - [54] - Quote "ermac we dont. Most we find will be beyond saving. Simply help them pass on. The one thing we can do is secure any one find and tag their location for a concord extraction team, this is not a rescue mission their will be no room for empathy. The simply truth for every raider will kill we save lives for raider miss because you playing hero is another doomed ship. Your not dealing with humans your dealing with monsters that will force children to shoot at you if they think it will work." steady spoke grimly as he walked over. " you will not leave this mission the same person as you entered it. Save everyone you can but remeber one life vs thounds" Steadys voice betrayed years of clearly having to make that choice to many times "i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk" winner of EU squad cup GOGO power rangers
Ermac Vesely Molon Labe. General Tso's Alliance 14	Posted - 2014.02.13 12:47:00 - [55] - Quote Ermac could feel his rage boil as heard Steadys statement and he already wanted to yell at him for even thinking of it, but it remembered him of his the incident that turned him into a clone, the day he became a human torch and thought that the entire world was burning infront of his eyes. He forms a fist with his kybernetic arm and relaxes it again:"kill the enemy forces with extreme prejudice and get everyone out that can be saved understood." He says in a rather emotionless tone He has to accept to that you can't save everyone and sometimes is that better so.
Heathen Bastard The Bastard Brigade 936	Posted - 2014.02.13 15:20:00 - [56] - Quote In an unusually cold tone Heathen states "Mission perimeters set: Elimination of target forces to the last man. Rescue of civilians is secondary but not necessary. Enemy may be using civilians as shields or converting them into combatant forces. Avoid capture at all costs." as he methodically goes over his selected fittings. If you hear the words "WORTH IT!" look about, something hilarious just happened.
Jacques Cayton II Providence Guard Templis CALSF 588	Posted - 2014.02.13 17:25:00 - [57] - Quote Jacques was in the firing range when he heard True's information on the blood raiders. He was in the middle of bounding towards a drone when he stopped to listen. The information vaguely reminded him of the incursions from The Nation. He destroyed the drone with his hmg and headed to the bay remembering how the nation took some of his best friends and growing more and more angry by the minute. As he made it to the bay he looked for True in a desperate manner. Jacques asked desperately, " Templar Kador is it true that I can do whatever I deem to this enemy? No rules, anything goes? I want to send these monsters a message. They fight without honor they destroy families and worst they torture people. This goes against all my beliefs as a Statesmen." Jacques was hurting for a good fight he needed this. We fight for the future of the State not our personal goals
steadyhand amarr TeamPlayers Negative-Feedback 2303	Posted - 2014.02.13 17:40:00 - [58] - Quote Steady cut in his voice thick was meaning. "Jacques we must ensure we never become the mosters we wish to destroy. Or the demon simply finds a new host" "i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk" winner of EU squad cup GOGO power rangers
Jacques Cayton II Providence Guard Templis CALSF 588	Posted - 2014.02.13 17:47:00 - [59] - Quote Jacques glared at Steady studying his suit and fit admiring the design. " I don't doubt your experience it rivals my own, but with all respect if you knew what I've done for the State you'd know their is no saving my soul, I'm a monster. My family and friends will not see that side of me, but these monsters will." Jacques stated. We fight for the future of the State not our personal goals
steadyhand amarr TeamPlayers Negative-Feedback 2303	Posted - 2014.02.13 18:56:00 - [60] - Quote steady sighed "Jacques no doubt we have all done things we regret but no soul is doomed all can repent and be saved, use this mission to prove to all your no longer that demon. I should know i had to share my mind with one" a lone figure covered in a suit configuration steady did not recognise approached the group in the docking station "the dropship is ready but our commandship has been held up by command so we shall meet it half way, well leave in 1 hour" spoke a smooth female accent that sounded it like it hailed from federation space. Quote: Quote: From: steadyhand amarr To: True Adamance, Denak Kalamari Subject: RE Briefing yes? Once you are done with the briefing, may I have a word with you? -Denak "i dont care about you or your goals, just show me the dam isk" winner of EU squad cup GOGO power rangers



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