Shyeer Alvarin
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Posted - 2014.02.14 11:51:00 -
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A word from the wise. Never take a job from someone that tells you it'll be simple. That's what this was. A simple job. Easy in, easy out. All we had to do was take on an entire station controlled by some backwater corporation doing research on a new kind of Hive. Didn't know who they were, didn't really care. The Dead Six landed the job over the other mercs on the table because we have a reasonably good rep, and Wiyrkomi trusts me despite the fact I'm in all technicality a traitor to the state.
My NEOCOM flashed in my helmet. "Incoming call from Wiyrkomi."
The insides of the blockade runner were amazingly cramped. Granted, that was largely my own fault as I'd had to stow my own cloning equipment and router networks to ensure we didn't just get one shot like the rest of the baseliners that inhabited the station. Apparently, the "Beehives," were worth a lot of money to Wiyrkomi. They were supposed to be developed for use by ground forces much like my squad and I. The rumors had it that they could be tooled for damn near any job. Wiyrkomi must have been irked by the 'self-replicating nanites." Something about mercs no longer needing the State manufactured Nanohives for ammo regeneration bothered a lot of people.
Except us of course. Granted... They had other attributes. You could set them to energize your shields if you had a dropsuit that was more shield heavy than armor, or they could be set for armor logistics. I wouldn't mind acquiring a stock for my operatives just for that, honestly. Our Logistics division is already overrun. They have a hard enough time getting work as is. What I need is more guns on the field. "But you're always going to need a Logi-Bro." It's true. We are always going to -need- them, but there's nothing saying we're always going to -have- them.
"Your orders are clear enough, Alvarin-Haani. Steal the blueprints, or destroy them. Whichever option is easier. We may have downplayed both the difficulty and importance of this job. Your transport is equipped with long-range transmitters in case your mission is a failure. You won't be dying today." I didn't even know this suit's name and I already hated him. I don't like being deceived. Lucky for me, that was all he had to say. I didn't have to restrain myself. I had the job now.
"Mechoj, Cthulu, I need you two to override their security. Give us a feedback loop. You've got the only suits with cloaks. Try not to break them."
Cthulu just shouldered his Kalakiota Tactical Sniper, the visor of his scout suit closing automatically. Mechoj on the other hand grinned and thumbed the safety on his plasma shotgun, grabbing a set of explosives from the equipment rack. For this job, I had to go Heavy. Something about being in heels with the Gallentean Dragonfly model scout dropsuit was just unappealing. Regardless of the cloaking systems we had available, they wouldn't kill the sound of heels clicking on the floor.
Darnoch's voice came over the intercom in the cargo hangar. "We're five minutes out, guys. Test the cloaks before you go in and make sure they work." At least I have a Capsuleer I trust in on this.
The air hissed as both Mechoj's and Cthulu's cloaking systems engaged. I got the impression that the cloaking system manipulated the shields somehow since it was the same sound. True to our employers word, they worked, but it was both loud and flashy. With my visor up, I could smell the ozone in the cold dank air. More impressive was how the shields literally electrified before the cloak kicked in.
"Systems are optimal, boss. I think my shields tried to eat themselves, and it's getting kinda jot in here." Typical Cthulu. Very, very rarely did he take anything seriously that didn't involve a sniper rifle and a moving target at three hundred meters plus.
"Then share some of the heat. It's ******* cold in here," I quipped.
"It's a Blockade Runner, not an InterBus." Seems Darnoch could still hear everything. I wonder what it's like -being- a ship, I thought.
"Den maybe we can go to someplace warm after dis, yeah?" Mech's accent was thick, but out of everyone in the Dead Six, I trusted him to take the job as seriously as it should be.
Their cloaks only lasted a minute, and the longer they were active the stronger the ozone smell got. When it finally failed, both of their shields flashed the telltale blue of "Now would be a good time to run."
Cthulu spoke first. "Shyeer, my shields just failed. That's not normal, right?"
"Probably not. Dey are just prototypes though."
"So, now both of you know not to get shot." My comment garnered nods in unison.
The rest of the flight was carried out in silence until the "little" industrial lurched as it got clamped into the docking bay.
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Shyeer Alvarin
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Posted - 2014.02.14 11:52:00 -
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Reserved for part 3 if there is one, else: edits and modifications.
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Shyeer Alvarin
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Posted - 2014.05.06 21:16:00 -
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Jacques Cayton II wrote:Um only one problem with the story..... a corporation doesn't hire one with low standings. Other than that good story but I'm not feeling the Caldari way since your corp and alliance tries to portray they are "Caldari Patriots".
( by low standings I mean the corporation would never hire a known traitor especially wirykomi. They are all about honor and integrity.)
There's back story behind that. Somewhere in these forums is a link to Shyeers blogspot.
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