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Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes
Gallente Federation
369
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Posted - 2014.02.18 02:05:00 -
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They ask me why do I do it? WhatGÇÖs in it for me? The wealth to fund an army. The power to burn a world. Nothing so mundane for dictators and butchers have proven throughout history those things are easily taken. What I crave? The immortality. To fight a thousand wars and win all of them. To stride across a world as a God-King. The hero sagas of a dozen homeworlds all have tales of them. And now I am one of them.
I leave this body to make an instantaneous journey across hundreds of light years into neutral territory. The stations of the Sisters of Eve allow for meetings of all sorts to happen. The client is some Minmatar with a grudge and a deep wallet. IGÇÖve ordered that clone there to be made in the classic Amarr vintage. Young, nubile and most certainly female. Dressed in a baroque manner because I have a flare for the dramatic. No one outside the corporation knows my true face. I am the Executor of the Scarlet Wing and the Emerald Hawks.
I awaken on the other side of the galaxy in an instant. Multiple bodies around the galaxy. Fastest way to travel. I am punctual. Not too early as to appear too eager, nor am I late to show disrespect. I hear the Minmatar have this innate hatred of the Amarr. It is partially out of hubris that I do this, he did come to us. He sought out our military might. And to see if he can overcome his hatreds to do business with us. Thankfully my smile is hidden beneath the hood of this Amarrian outfit.
He is tall, powerfully built for a human. He keeps his hair cut in some pattern that probably means something on Matar, I donGÇÖt care. Physically in shape. That outfit is a woven bio-mesh capable of stopping most small rounds for civilian weapons. Now I say civilian in that anything not used by the Mercenary Armies. There are 8 guards in here. Two flanking me, one on either side of his desk and the others around the room. If I had wanted, they would all be dead in less than a minute. So pathetically human. But I bite my tongue. This is business after all. And occasionally an Immortal must deal with these lesser beings. I sully myself for the good of my army.
I put him off his game. My appearance staggers him. I see it in his dark eyes. That hate. I now control this situation. He is mine. I pull the hood down and let this bodies long amber colored hair fall over these petite shoulders. Even without my armor and my true weapons I am lethal. Armed with a side arm that can punch through the combat skins of a Mercenary. Their pathetic armor wonGÇÖt last. They may be good, but theyGÇÖre not Immortal. That is their weakness. Their greatest flaw. They stand in the shadow of a god.
GÇ£I am Executor ElsbetGÇ¥ One name of many. Like the faces I wear it changes upon need. This man will never know me or see me again once this business is done GÇ£YouGÇÖve requested the services of the Emerald Hawks our most elite army. What do you want us to do?GÇ¥ My voice is calm and even. No emotion. I wonGÇÖt let him know how little I think of him. He should be thankful to stand in my presence. Pathetic. To only live once? How positively human.
He prattles on and on how humans want to do. He thinks highly of himself. To amassed such wealth and prestige in the eyes of his fellows. Its laughable at his accomplishments. Finally at last he gets to the point. He wants us to take a world. A heavily defended world both space born and dirt side. It will be vicious. It will glorious. Gods will touch the face of this world and it will be forever changed at our passing.
I donGÇÖt inform him yet of our cost. This world is such that he will fund our military for the next 5 standard years. Our wars. Our replacements. I donGÇÖt care why he wants it. But his offered price? To good to pass up. He wants me to ask him why. What is so special. I donGÇÖt care. It wonGÇÖt matter in a few decades he will be a rotting corpse in the ground if his enemies donGÇÖt get to him first. I ensure though we receive a down payment on our contract. It is enough to take this world on its own.
I turn to leave. Apparently the goon beside me thinks it is disrespectful to turn my back on the boss before he dismisses me. His mistake. Actions burned into my mind. One hundred deaths in training while I was but a demi-god. IGÇÖve learned from my mistakes. He wonGÇÖt get that chance. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it free. Through my gloves I could feel his bones break. I pull him in front of me. Closing my other hand into a fist a blade emerges. It slices cleaning through the side of the neck. The dead body is carried forward by momentum into the companion that was across from him. My hand drops to his holster and I draw the side arm. One shot into the guard at the door. He collapses backwards as the body tumbles into him. The back of the brain pan blown out.
The two guards along the right wall are dropped. This weapon is pathetic. As they are struggling to get back up. I drop it. Reaching into the robes I draw out my preferred sidearm. I feel the hum more clearly than I would with my armor. The first shot burns through the one of them on the left. I move too quickly. My aim just off a little bit, I wonGÇÖt forget that mistake. It is still enough to take off his arm. It seemed that was enough for them.
I can see the Matari is trembling now. For all his bravado he hasnGÇÖt had to experience violence up close in a long time GÇ£Next time we meet, it will be your head with a hole in itGÇ¥ Oh I would take a contract to kill him and his merry band. Mortals should not touch a God. He is too cowardly to cancel our agreement. He does not want to alienate us. It is smart to avoid the wrath of an angry god.
Back to the private suite we have on this station. To many it would be a palace. To us it serves a useful function. I lay back down on the bed to which I awoke. The tube closes and there is a bright light. Once more I awaken on our command carrier. Looking to the others GÇ£ItGÇÖs confirmed. Contract is accepted. Let us raze a worldGÇ¥ |
Appia Vibbia
Ancient Exiles.
Renegade Alliance
1240
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Posted - 2014.02.18 04:58:00 -
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Are you going to continue it? Really love reading your stuff again.
Appia Vibbia for CPM1
AppiaVibbia(at)gmail(dot)com (checked every Monday/Wednesday/Friday)
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Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes
Gallente Federation
374
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Posted - 2014.02.18 05:00:00 -
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Maybe if it gets enough interest to do so. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
7246
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Posted - 2014.02.18 05:01:00 -
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Like the story...but do you seriously think your character is like a God?
"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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Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes
Gallente Federation
374
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Posted - 2014.02.18 05:03:00 -
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It's not my character. Just one told through the eyes of a mercenary. And compared to humans they have awesome power and potential to reshape everything. |
Enkidu Camuel
Ahrendee Mercenaries
EoN.
159
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Posted - 2014.02.18 06:24:00 -
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Good to know that you're back at least for a little, hope to see more of your stories soon.
Major DUST fact.
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Skare-Krow
CANNIBALS RISING
13
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Posted - 2014.02.24 02:09:00 -
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really liked your story especially the arrogance of your character really good stuff
A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt.
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Fraceska
Sinq Laison Gendarmes
Gallente Federation
550
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Posted - 2014.03.06 19:51:00 -
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Skare-Krow wrote:really liked your story especially the arrogance of your character really good stuff
I know it's a little late, but thanks! |
Skare-Krow
CANNIBALS RISING
15
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Posted - 2014.03.07 17:16:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Like the story...but do you seriously think your character is like a God?
well why not? the characters are immortal, they can use weapons that would break a mortals arm if fired, and thats just the assault rifle, they are like gods of old striding into battle with one another, burning worlds as they pass. How can that not be godly ?
A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt.
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