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Maikyl Metsar
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.02.26 00:24:00 -
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Once more the sensation overtook him. He could no longer count the number of times he'd experienced it. Nonetheless each and every time it was cold, unfamiliar, and alien. He used to tell himself that over time he'd get used to it. He stopped fooling himself with that notion a long time ago. All there was to do was hold it together, and wait for it to pass.
Maikyl Metsar stood motionless--paralyzed to be precise--in the clone reanimation unit. What he new to be roughly ten seconds always felt like forever mentally. That period, as the new clone body was brought online, seemed to drag on and on for Maikyl. He would have liked it, for it gave him a chance to think over the current situation, if not for the damn voices. The doctors and scientists in their infinite wisdom assured him that they weren't real. Hallucinations brought on by his faulty, early generation implants. They told him he should feel lucky, most others had far worse symptoms. Maikyl found it hard to rejoice, for the voices were always there, waiting for him in the twilight between life and death.
Fear not... Your ancestors are here... Dead though we are, we shall not abandon you. Maikyl resisted the myriad of soft voices, compelled them and cast them off, but they listened not. Hush now, our progeny... We hear the songs of battle... The drum of your heart... Ah, yes... The ways of war return to us... Let us fight once more...
"ENOUGH!" cried Maikyl out loud, his clone suddenly coming online and ejecting from the CRU. He landed hard on the dusty earth, stumbling slightly. He quickly composed himself and saw another Amarran templar to his left, staring at him.
"Enough what, sir?" He asked.
"Nothing... Just upset over that damn railgun line they've set up to the North. They're hammering the outer limits of the facility and making air support impossible." Maikyl brought up his NeoCom holomap. "I want you to join up with our Clave Requiem here," indicating a hilly cluster to the East. "Together activate cloaks and get to those tanks and destroy them."
"Yes sir, by His light." The templar clipped a salute and made off across the desert.
Maikyl turned his attention to the the facility. The CRU he spawned in on was within the outer walls, Southside. However the central spire was along the Northern segment. It was a tall, golden structure, slightly ovaloid. The sites official designation was AIS-7568, an Amarr imperial forward intelligence base in the Bleak Lands. Needless to say, facility capture by Republic forces would not be tolerated. While they would try to save the site and repel the enemy contigent off-world, a self destruct protocol had already been initiated should they fail. Unfortunate for the mortal operators and staff, currently in the lower bunkers.
Maikyl reached the spire's southern entrance, its doors automatically opening at his approach. As he passed through, the doors slammed shut and maglocked. He could hear railgun rounds slamming into the facility--echoing through its halls. Luckily it sounded as though the tungsten-carbid outer layer was holding well enough. He worked his way to the central lift, passing templar patrols moving in teams of two through the lower levels. The lift took him to the thirtieth floor, which contained an area observation area that was being used as their headquarters. Maikyl looked at the comissioned immortal Imperial Guard officers. He was the only member of the Praetoriani Classiarii Templares on this operation, however most of the IG forces were to his discipline standards. For those that weren't, he gazed out the shielded windows to the Northern wall below. Small golden figures darted back and forth along its length, stopping every now and then to let loose a burning lance of laser fire into the hills were the Matari forces were encroached. Here and there one was blown off his post by electric blue impact discharge of a rail slug. A brief flash of viscera sprayed across the gleaming ramparts before dissolving as the nanites consumed the remains. He looked up and addressed the IG commander, a Lord Tarteren.
"Lord-commander, I have mobilized Clave Requiem, we should soon see the results of their task."
"Good, Palatinus Metsar, with their artillery crippled we can start taking ground towards the hills."
One of the Lieutenants suddenly spoke up, "Clave Requiem has reached target, their squad has just transmitted that REs are placed and they will begin detonating." At that everyone crowded by the windows. Metsar watched and waited. Suddenly a succesion of fiery blossoms erupts across the ridgeline. A comm channel opened wide on one of the panels, transmitting from Clave Requiem.
"Task completed! Enemy HAVs are offli-------" It cut out.
"Matari responded rather quickly, but they knew it was a one-way hike regardless," said Tarteren.
Not standing around to revel, Maikyl was already out the door to join the ground advance.
((to be continued...)) |
Skare-Krow
CANNIBALS RISING
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Posted - 2014.03.08 13:04:00 -
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i like this especially 'Fear not... Your ancestors are here... Dead though we are, we shall not abandon you' i also see think this is very cunning because, we are shaped by fate just as we shape it, is it not? ;)
A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt.
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.03.08 15:24:00 -
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Skare-Krow wrote:i like this especially 'Fear not... Your ancestors are here... Dead though we are, we shall not abandon you' i also see think this is very cunning because, we are shaped by fate just as we shape it, is it not? ;)
"We are shaped by fate, just as we shape it..."
CONTRACTS:
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Remember, whenever we need muscle; we simply farm it out to our favourite band of shady missionaries...
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Maikyl Metsar
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.03.09 22:43:00 -
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Haha, I'm caught :3. Love the lines regardless, and they actually fit in an important way with Maikyl's background. I promise that I'll be finishing this story, last week was mid-terms and sorta sidetracked me. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.03.09 23:15:00 -
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Maikyl Metsar wrote:Haha, I'm caught :3. Love the lines regardless, and they actually fit in an important way with Maikyl's background. I promise that I'll be finishing this story, last week was mid-terms and sorta sidetracked me.
Its like
"The Word of the Lord is Pure;
It is a Shield for the Faithful.
Brought unto Men by the Angels;
As a guiding Light in the Darkness."
for my character.
Please write more Maikyl....the more the better!
" ..- -.- --. I wish I remembered morse code so I wasn't typing random letters"
- Malleus Malificorum
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.03.10 12:19:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Maikyl Metsar wrote:Haha, I'm caught :3. Love the lines regardless, and they actually fit in an important way with Maikyl's background. I promise that I'll be finishing this story, last week was mid-terms and sorta sidetracked me. Its like "The Word of the Lord is Pure; It is a Shield for the Faithful. Brought unto Men by the Angels; As a guiding Light in the Darkness." for my character. Please write more Maikyl....the more the better!
"More... You must k¦¦i¦¦l¦¦l write more of them!"
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Remember, whenever we need muscle; we simply farm it out to our favourite band of shady missionaries...
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Maikyl Metsar
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2014.03.19 03:24:00 -
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Maikyl strode through the outer corridor towards the grav-lift, the pale glow emitting from scounces along the wall shimmered across his golden dropsuit. Checking the overhead map on his NeoCom, he started to quicken his pace to a light run. The templars were about to seize the initiative and charge the Northern hills, and he didn't want to be too far behind them. He turned a corner and then stopped dead in his tracks. Something wasn't right. There was a sound, far off and distant, barely audible to even his enhanced hearing. He removed his helmet to make sure it wasn't a glitch. It was still present, though very small. However he knew full well that any sound that could be heard at all within the spire had to be deafening from outside it. Maikyl was bringing up comms to the observation room when suddenly the floor beneath him shuddered with such intensity that he was thrown from his feet and slammed hard into the bulkhead. His unhelmeted head struck right onto the metal panelling and he collapsed, vision already blurry. The entire facility began to hum as vibrations from the impact travelled up and down the tungsten-carbide layer. As conciousness faded, he registered several more impacts, but couldn't count how many. Blackness crept in across the edges of his periphery. The thought accured to him that he should probably terminate his current clone and start fresh. But as he grasped for the termination protocol, the darkness finally overtook him. And sure enough, as always, the voices were lying in wait.
Arise, our progeny... The beasts lurk in gilded halls...
Maikyl's eyes slowly opened. The voice receded. His head was throbbing, and his right cheek felt wet and sticky. He went to wipe his hand across his face and realized, palm now slick with crimson, that he had been bleeding. He took a breath and started to get on his feet, slowly taking in his surroundings. It was dark. That much was certain. The facility must have undergone trauma to its power conduits. There was a barely lit emitter about three meters to his left, but aside from that the corridors stretched in pitch black, either direction. Looking to the NeoCom he noted that about seven minutes had passed. An eternity in military operations. Opening comm he sent out a message on all templar channels, in text; 'SITUATIONAL REPORT REQUESTED . . .' He waited. After few minutes a reply scrolled across the holo-display; 'OUTPOST COMPROMISED . . . MATAR STRUCK USING FAERINGS . . .'
Faerings! Maikyl's mind raced with the insanity of it. Faerings were well-known to the navy. Small boarding craft launched from Matari ships to deliver insurgents aboard Amarran vessels. They struck the hulls with maglocked clamps and then plasma cut their way through the armor. But Faerings were never designed to run in atmosphere. They had no ability to glide or fly. Essentially it was just a rocket, high speed, low maneuvarability. Even in space they missed target often enough that the Republic had recovery teams to collect the strays before they drifted out. To attempt to use them in atmosphere to breach an enemy fortification was pure insanity. Then again, the Minmatar had a penchant for such reckless abandon.
He returned his attention back to the NeoCom, hoping whoever had reported was still online. He types; 'WERE THEY SUCCESSFUL . . . ?'
'YES . . .' Came the reply, followed by, 'SIX FAERINGS SUCCEEDED IN DEPLOYMENT . . . FACILITY HAS BEEN ABANDONED . . . SELF DESTRUCT PROTOCOLS SHOULD BE IN EFFECT . . .'
'E.T.A.?'
'THIRTY-SEVEN SECONDS . . . SEE YOU SOON . . .'
Maikyl let out a long sigh and began counting in his head. Thirty-two. He sat down with his back up against the wall and waited. Nineteen. He hated inevitable terminations. When the best course of action was just to reclone. Eleven. There was something so pointless to it, an affront to basic human instinct. Four. Ah, well... 3... 2... 1... ... ... ...
Nothing. Maikyl unclenched the fist he had made. No world shattering explosion. No incendiaries running rampant through the hallways. No screams. Just silence.
((To be continued... promise...))
"And so it was, That Gheinok led his people on the great exodus....."
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