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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
14
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Posted - 2014.03.24 00:57:00 -
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GÇ£I donGÇÖt agree with that, they will be untrained as a unit. Their inclusion puts the mission in jeopardy. We can recall our other teams.GÇ¥
Another voice answered promptly, it was cold, almost metallic sounding. GÇ£This find is to important. We do not have the luxury of waiting. It will take 48 hours to move our own teams in place, they can be on site in half the time.GÇ¥
GÇ£I donGÇÖt trust them,GÇ¥ the first voice now had a tinge of irritation to it.
GÇ£The decision has already been made, they will be here in 6 hours.GÇ¥
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7 hours ago
A message is received on your neocom
Greetings Immortal,
We are requesting your services to help us resolve an issue. The issue is time sensitive and requires your immediate response. You come highly recommended by several reputable sources. Below you will find a contract as well as terms for payment. If you accept the contract 1/3 of the payment will automatically be transferred to your account and further instructions will follow. We hope to see you soon.
Upon accepting the contract a message appears instructing you to be at a specific hanger number within the hour. Upon arriving the hanger contains only a small shuttle and a pilot standing patiently by. They approach you asking to verify your ID, handing you a data pad. The pilot explains that the data pad contains the mission briefing and that you are expected to study its contents while they shuttle you to another location.
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Mission Intel
Roughly 12 hours ago we lost contact with an exploration and salvage vessel in WH space. They had discovered what we believe to be a derelict Yan Jung Battleship. The crew reported no Sleeper activity and boarded the vessel. Just before loosing contact with the crew they reported finding an artifact in the cargo hold of the ship. Your mission is to recover the artifact as well as the navigational data on board the Yan Jung ship.
We would like to make it clear that the primary objective is the retrieval of the artifact and not the rescue of the salvage crew. The WH is starting to deteriorate and by the time you get there you will have roughly 6 hours to complete the mission. Included in the intel is the layout of both ships. The salvager is a Noctis class salvage ship produced by ORE. The layout for the Yan Jung ship is incomplete only covering the lower half of the ship. Also included in the data pad is a list of the other mercenaries you will be working with.
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Space Station (present)
Upon exiting the shuttle you are greeted by an attendant who welcomes you, and informs you that all forms of communication with anyone outside the station have been blocked. They are wearing a simple suit with no identifying marks. They explain that it is for safety and security reasons. They ask you to follow them to the third conference room before turning on their heels and proceeding at a brusque pace. The walls of the station are a pristine white and in the air is the faint smell of antiseptic cleaner. The attendant brings you to the third conference room motioning for you to enter.
The room mirrors the aesthetics of the rest of the station. In the center of the room is a huge 30-foot glass table but there are no chairs. In one corner of the room are two people, a man and a woman speaking to one another.
GÇ£DidnGÇÖt think you would be on this one CJ,GÇ¥ she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face. She was short, maybe 5GÇÖ1, she was dressed in combat fatigues. Her appearance and facial tattoos suggesting that she was Minmatar, specifically a member of the Brutor tribe.
GÇ£Yeah, me neither.GÇ¥ The man sounded slightly annoyed. He stood more than a foot taller than the woman, but his back was turned to the door. He was wearing a ragged looking pair of sweats with a tank top draped over his left shoulder. GÇ£I was in the middle of the psych testing when they pulled me out.GÇ¥ Psychological testing was performed on all agents after a mission was completed. They were usually given at least a few days of rest to mentally recover.
GÇ£Are you going to be good?GÇ¥ the woman asked, the look of concern still on her face. She knew the answer, he passed the tests, he always did. The man just gave a shrug of his wide shoulders and gave her a smile.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
247
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Posted - 2014.03.24 04:56:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:
Upon accepting the contract a message appears instructing you to be at a specific hanger number within the hour. Upon arriving the hanger contains only a small shuttle and a pilot standing patiently by. They approach you asking to verify your ID, handing you a data pad. The pilot explains that the data pad contains the mission briefing and that you are expected to study its contents while they shuttle you to another location.
Pixie > Just undocked from Yulai. I'll be at the facility soon
The Wolf > Anything strike you about the crew?
Pixie > What do you mean?
The Wolf > Nothing... I just want to know what's on your mind.
Pixie > What's on my mind is that this mission is going to get us the funds to redeploy to Molden Heath. What's on my mind is that once we can cover the bill for your pilot's licence we can have you back out there dropping warheads on foreheads and supporting the fleet.
Pixie > Mobius stuck his neck out for this merger, and I owe Niina some proof that it will be worth it.
The Wolf > You really think this deal will rake in that much?
Pixie > Did you see those figures they forwarded us? If this corporation is willing to pay that much to retrieve an artifact, then we can fetch an even bigger price just selling the intel on whatever we pull out of that ship.
The Wolf > I'm just wondering if you have the same feeling that I've got.
Pixie > What, now you decide to worry about me? You think you can just come back and pretend that I mean anything to you?
The Wolf > Galm. Listen, please. Just tell me if you're thinking what I'm thinking.
The Wolf > Talk to me buddy.
The Wolf > Please.
Pixie > I'm thinking why would they ask for soldiers to complete a salvage mission.
Quote:GÇ£DidnGÇÖt think you would be on this one CJ,GÇ¥ she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face. She was short, maybe 5GÇÖ1, she was dressed in combat fatigues. Her appearance and facial tattoos suggesting that she was Minmatar, specifically a member of the Brutor tribe.
GÇ£Yeah, me neither.GÇ¥ The man sounded slightly annoyed. He stood more than a foot taller than the woman, but his back was turned to the door. He was wearing a ragged looking pair of sweats with a tank top draped over his left shoulder. GÇ£I was in the middle of the psych testing when they pulled me out.GÇ¥ Psychological testing was performed on all agents after a mission was completed. They were usually given at least a few days of rest to mentally recover.
GÇ£Are you going to be good?GÇ¥ the woman asked, the look of concern still on her face. She knew the answer, he passed the tests, he always did. The man just gave a shrug of his wide shoulders and gave her a smile.
Galm entered the conference room, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he set his dufflle bag on the table in the center of the room. He carefully unzipped the bag and one by one began to pull out his weapons and assemble them. He snapped two halves of a rifle together and placed the fully assembled sniper in front of him.
Galm wasn't a particularly striking man. His moderate height and neutral facial features gave him a certain level of racial ambiguity that was normally reserved for ethnic Gallente. Only after a decent amount of time could one determine that we was in fact of (mostly) Civire origin. His olive flight jacket must have sported more than thirty different patches from various combat units, though none seemed more coveted than the red Mordu's Legion crest that sat on his right shoulder.
"Saisa," Galm grumbled to the Matari, not even looking up from his sniper as he pulled back the bolt to check the action.
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
699
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Posted - 2014.03.24 13:20:00 -
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At work give me a till lunch
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1370
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Posted - 2014.03.24 19:16:00 -
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Quote:Greetings Immortal,
We are requesting your services to help us resolve an issue. The issue is time sensitive and requires your immediate response. You come highly recommended by several reputable sources. Below you will find a contract as well as terms for payment. If you accept the contract 1/3 of the payment will automatically be transferred to your account and further instructions will follow. We hope to see you soon.
'Another contract, no issuer. Hm, I guess I'm a valued commodity then.'
Denak sat atop the desk on his mercenary quarters, the pale blue light of the Neocom illuminating otherwise dark room, highlighting the wrinkles and scars apparent on his face. It had only been two days from his last special contract and now it was already going for another one. But more ISK was always welcome, so it didn't take long for him to decide to accept the contract and get deployed.
In less than an hour, Denak had already accepted the contract, packed his belongings and headed for the designated hangar, his trip with the shuttle didn't take that long either.
As soon as he stepped out of the shuttle, Denak scanned his surroundings. Seeing a familiar face made him somewhat relieved, giving Galm his usual slight bow of head and a greetingnin Intaki.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
415
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Posted - 2014.03.24 21:06:00 -
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Sergamon wakes up covered all-over in sweat, "Another night,another nightmare even med`s dont keep them away anymore" sergamon thinks by himself. Blinging of a Neocom intterrups sergamons thoughs," another contract and another chance to find peace" is last thought in sergamons head before getting the gear ready and accepting the contract.
Sergamon steps inside the room,looking any signs of threats/danger. After seeing that there is no threat sergamon loosen up his grip on toxin smg,what is hidden under his black cloaked robe. Silently sergamon move to the right corner of the room,put his gear down and starts observe the people and happenings in the room. (sorry my grammar)
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.25 00:14:00 -
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Junko entered the conference room, dressed in casual attire, with her pilots wristcomp firm on her right hand.
before she entered, she lightly grasped the bone on her tribal necklace and took a deep breath.
"event horizon" she said and walked inside, immediately recognizing Denak.
"how do you do?" she said to him and pulled up a chair a seat away from denak, she went over the intel they gave her eariler when she was in the shuttle, and pulled out a small notebook, and began planning out a route.
Quote:'easiest place would have to be in the top section of the wreck, large hole, easy access. extra tanks of oxygen needed to refill the corridors again. could take a few from Jun-mai, but i think she's not up for another WH op.
Large ship, power most likely out, large distance needed to traverse. could use Trojan modules, insert allies in key locations. risky, possibility of drone intervention.
Modified heavy-class dropship, caldari variant resistant to drones in this section of WH space. fast insertion, fast exfil. no, need crew, more expenses, maybe jacob, rataaki, and oman can join?'
hmmm i need some tea around here" junko said to herself, as she once again looked out towards the other teammates, once again looking at denak. for some reason, she asked bluntly.
"that special op did a number on you, didn't it?" |
Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1506
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Posted - 2014.03.25 00:28:00 -
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"And so there I was, falling out of the sky after hijacking the assault dropship hovering above the rooftop over the communication station. Noien was damn near defeated. I could tell despite the distance. He leaped over a barricade and chucked a grenade behind him to keep them at bay while his shields repaired themselves. They were getting ready to chuck a grenade until... THWOOP, I touched down right behind them. Before they could turn around. Before they could even twitch, I sprayed them down with my assault rifle."
"That's not exactly how it went, Roy." Noien said from across the card table in the seedy little room.
"Well did I save your ass or not?"
"Well. Technically. You distracted them long enough for me to penetrate them with my combat rifle. I mean, you made a good landing. I'd give it a seven out of ten, but you didn't take them down by yourself."
"But I saved your ass right?"
The others sitting at the table laughed and chuckled under the dim lights.
Roy Ventus sat on the other end of the table in a black cargo jacket, unzipped, with a skull and crossbones graphic placed on his white shirt underneath.
"And now that I think about it, you didn't mean to hijack that dropship either, it was on accident."
"Oh. What's that? Sorry. I got some new mail on neocom. Looks like a contract." Roy said as he pulled his neocom out of one of his zippers and scanned it.
Noien folded his arms and tilted his head; a bit interested in the contract. Roy mumbled to himself, making unintelligible noises.
"Well what does it say? Who's it from?"
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Roy Ventus walked into the station with his sizeable dufflebag, wearing the same cargo jacket and shirt, along with some slim black pants, black and white sneakers, and silver band on his right wrist covered in inscriptions. A simple pair of black sunglasses adorned his face.
His face scowled at the smell of disinfectant, not enjoying the pungent chemical stench. Upon reaching the room, he walked over to the glass table and placed his dufflebag on top. Roy scan the room. He stopped as his eyes caught the character of a nervous man, jittery and cautious in the corner holding onto a SMG, like it's an extension of his soul. Roy took a cool stride across the white floor to shake the man's hands.
"Roy Ventus. Axis of Chaos. Former CEO of Foxhound Corporation. I'm an assault, what about you?"
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
415
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Posted - 2014.03.25 18:46:00 -
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[i]Roy Ventus walked into the station with his sizeable dufflebag, wearing the same cargo jacket and shirt, along with some slim black pants, black and white sneakers, and silver band on his right wrist covered in inscriptions. A simple pair of black sunglasses adorned his face.
His face scowled at the smell of disinfectant, not enjoying the pungent chemical stench. Upon reaching the room, he walked over to the glass table and placed his dufflebag on top. Roy scan the room. He stopped as his eyes caught the character of a nervous man, jittery and cautious in the corner holding onto a SMG, like it's an extension of his soul. Roy took a cool stride across the white floor to shake the man's hand
Sergamon watches very closely man`s every move,whe he approches him.
Sergamon watches man`s bodylanguage,when he graps the man`s arm with a strong grip."Peace with you,my brethren" Sergamon says.
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1521
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Posted - 2014.03.25 19:47:00 -
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Roy stood there for a few seconds, his hand still grasping Sergamon, as he analyzed him even more. If Sergamon was diligent enough, he would notice Roy's right eyebrow being raised ever so slightly over his sunglasses. Finally he spoke again.
"No need to close everyone out. I'll understand if you're paranoid and cynical, but in order for us to work properly as a team, we need you at least pretend you're a part of the team. Now what's your name and where you from?"
He let go of the man's hands and folded his arms to his chest, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the response.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1375
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Posted - 2014.03.25 20:22:00 -
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Denak was mostly focused on scanning his surroundings, observing as more and more mercenaries exited the shuttle and gathered around the conference room while leaning against a wall. Some faces looked familiar, others not so much, he had plenty of time to get to know them during deployment in any case. He was soon distracted though when he heard Junko address him. He politely bowed his head in greeting, keeping his arms tucked behind his back as he spoke:
"I'm good. I trust contracts have been good for you as well?"
As Denak gave a brief glance of the conference room, Sergamon's behavior caught his attention, especially when he was acting like he was about to be attacked, and definitely hiding a gun under his black robes. He gave a silent sigh to the man, uttering out a dismissive: "Amateur". Soon his attention was grabbed by Junko again when she spoke. In response he gave a nonchalant shrug, lifting a hand up to scratch his bearded chin.
"It was hectic at times, but nothing I can't handle." He spoke, glancing over to Sergamon again, this time talking to another man he wasn't familiar with. Being back in his leisure clone, all the physical damage his clones suffered during the last battle had long ago been biomassed. The mental stress the mission had on Denak took a little longer to recover from though.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
15
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Posted - 2014.03.25 21:31:00 -
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With the arrival of the mercenaries CJ and the woman ceased speaking. The man turned around to face the mercenaries as they arrived, pulling off two medical leads that were attached to his chest and put them into his pocket.
Quote:
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
GÇ£If they said they were going to handle it then I would trust them.GÇ¥ CJ approached Galm as he spoke, pulling his shirt on as he did. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt ask them how,GÇ¥ CJ had a knowing grin on his face. GÇ£As for the mission you will be told what you need to know.GÇ¥ CJ had spent the last 6 months working almost exclusively for the corporation, and he had learned pretty quickly to stop asking so many questions.
GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt bring anything you arenGÇÖt prepared to lose,GÇ¥ the woman finally spoke as she walked up behind CJ. She eyed the rest of the mercs, seeing several of them brining their own weapons brought a small frown to her face. GÇ£Some of them seem a littleGǪshaky. IGÇÖm supposed to put my faith in them?GÇÖ She said it quietly but it was still audible. She didnGÇÖt trust them, not because they werenGÇÖt skilled but because she wasnGÇÖt sure if she was pulling to put her life in their hands.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt worry about her, she gets a little cranky before an Op.GÇ¥ She punched him hard in the shoulder for the comment. CJ feigned being hurt by the punch laughing and rubbing his shoulder. He seemed to have a perpetual smile on his face. GÇ£IGÇÖm Jester, or CJ, either works. She goes by Cross,GÇ¥ CJ nodded his head towards the woman. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8881
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Posted - 2014.03.25 21:41:00 -
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It was cold as the pair entered the room.
The Templar garbed in his traditional roughspun tunic and leather breeches, an otherwise forgettable ensemble save for a single redeeming part. In traditional fashion Kador wore his crimson sash, denoting his status as a Templar Crusader of the Amarr Empire, however not the sash had been modified. Where once it was a plain silken fabric it new iteration had been adorned with elaborate golden stitching in the pattern of flames.
His green eyes scanned the room briefly, partly disinterested, partly concerned, but decidedly hollow and sunken. With a tired sigh he ran a single sunbronzed hand through his mid length dark hair. His features were classically Amarrian, there was no mistaking that.
Deep lines in his face that signified he would soon pass from his youthfulness into his elder year, where is experience and wisdom would be respected amongst his peers.
Beside him, somewhat overshadowed by his bulk came a younger woman, probably some years his junior. Unlike her master however she was something of a genetic melting pot. Features of Vherokior mixed with Brutor to form and oddly elegance face. A dark skinned heart shaped face, full lipped, strongly defined cheek bones, a petite nose and ears, long raven black hair combed over oddly, dangling down over her right shoulder concealing it from view.
She certainly wasn't classically beautiful. She was thin....stringy by most standard and well muscled, lacking any significant female curves or attributes. A slight scar ran across the bridge of her nose, long healed, but pale and noticeable enough to ruin the otherwise perfect symmetry of his face.
She wore similar garb. Simple white roughspun fabric that was loose and androgynous over her thin...almost stringy frame. Simple dark leath breeches and matching thigh high boots. Around her neck was a simple choker of silver, inlaid with flecks of golden Amarrad script.
"This way Satja" Kador's voice sounded formal, though not unkind.
The pair took a table close to the door, the woman offering the Templar as seat before taking her own.
The Templar buried his head in his arms and within the space of a minute quietly slipped into unconsciousness, with the Matari woman sitting dutifully over him, looking away every couple of seconds reading from a small scarred copy of Pax Amarria.
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
85
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Posted - 2014.03.25 22:47:00 -
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"... And then; we both ran up behind it, shoved the whole bag into the reactor duct, and then proceeded to blast the whole ship into it's component atoms!"
The man lent beck in his chair with a cocky smile on his face, and downed another gulp of cheep beer.
"Hmm... That... Is the biggest pile of bovine excrement I have ever heard." said another man, throwing a few chips onto the table.
"It's true I tell you!" the first replied.
Hawkeye looked up from his cards. "Richard, while your stories are very interesting, and have plenty of entertainment value, it's pretty obvious you are lying through your teeth."
His Neocom blinked.
"Just a second... neh, mail... notes... ahh...Ahh!"
The other two mercs looked up, their faces lighting up.
"What is it, SVER want you?"
"Someone gave you a wad 'o' cash?"
"Looovvvveeee mail?"
Hawkeye pushed his pile of chips into the pot, along with his cards. "Here, have some free chips" he said as he got up from the table.
"Who's it from?" Richard quickly asked.
"Doesn't say. Some bigwig corp, I guess"
* * * * *
Hawkeye stepped off the shuttle dressed in a pair of simple beige robes, half-carrying-half-dragging a bulky plastic case () with a number of serial numbers stamped on. He ignored the faint hospital-like stench as he slowly got closer to the conference room.
Inside the conference room there were already a number of mercs, some talking to each other, one clad in black robes standing in the corner; the faint bulges of a small weapon just visible, and one at a large glass table; assembling a set of weapons, carefully handling each individual piece like a parent would a baby.
Hawkeye slowly strode up to the table and, with some effort, lifted his case up and dropped it on the table with a slam. Small web like cracks appeared in the glass, extending just outside the boundaries of the case, but most were hidden by it's frame. he quickly opened the case to hide the rest visible cracks from view, relieving a disassembled heavy machine gun.
I'm not paying for that he thought to himself.
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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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.25 22:50:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:Denak was mostly focused on scanning his surroundings, observing as more and more mercenaries exited the shuttle and gathered around the conference room while leaning against a wall. Some faces looked familiar, others not so much, he had plenty of time to get to know them during deployment in any case. He was soon distracted though when he heard Junko address him. He politely bowed his head in greeting, keeping his arms tucked behind his back as he spoke:
"I'm good. I trust contracts have been good for you as well?"
As Denak gave a brief glance of the conference room, Sergamon's behavior caught his attention, especially when he was acting like he was about to be attacked, and definitely hiding a gun under his black robes. He gave a silent sigh to the man, uttering out a dismissive: "Amateur". Soon his attention was grabbed by Junko again when she spoke. In response he gave a nonchalant shrug, lifting a hand up to scratch his bearded chin.
"It was hectic at times, but nothing I can't handle."
"hmm... mental recovery and all that jazz eh? I've been mostly hauling cargo, to and from Cal-space. you wouldnt believe the amount of planetary goods needed to bring the damaged sections of Malkalen Station back up to speed, much less the minerals needed to actually make the repairs. but Ishukone pays good, better than some of the contracts I've taken as a merc" Junko replied.
in the back of her mind, she could sense a bit of mental anguish coming from Denak, but chose to wave it off as post-battle stress.
back to her own notes, and looking over the mission intel, she then asked one more question:
"this mission...what do you think of it; simple smash and grab? or something other than turning rouge drones into scrap?"
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
43
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Posted - 2014.03.26 02:19:00 -
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Ermac lied on his couch and stared into the ceiling of his home quarters, he had earned himself a free day from his corporation and there was nothing to do except to wait for his delivery.
Which brings him to his problem, he was bored and he couldn't find anything that could end the monotony of this free day.
Maybe I should go to a club or a bar maybe get a few drinks. Or maybe I find an Arcade or something just something to help getting this damn day over!
His thoughts are being interupted by a signal from his NEOcom
Finally the suits are here!
Is the first thing that comes into his mind when he sees the symbol for a new message on the console, he opens it and reads it with a happy smile on his face which turns into a rather serious frown when he sees that it was an invitation to another "strange" mission.
He still remembers his last "odd job" in that Blood Raider infested Desert complex a few days ago, and the pain from all these damn knives, but this time does it seem to be a rather interesting job, where he could test his new equipment for sure.
Ermac presses the accept button and promptly receives another message that his new suits have arrived.
Seems like that this day has become far more exciting.
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Ermac get's out of the shuttle and enters the conference room, he wears a dark brown west with a black shirt underneath it and a pair of jeans, what he sees is a big group of people next to a very big glass table who are either talking to each other or where working on the weapons they brought in.
Some of them he did not know but he recognised his comrades from his last "interesting" job, which pleased him because that means that he can rely on them.
He moves closer to the table and grabs the datapad he got and reads again the details of the job while he trys to listen to the conversations around him. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
247
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Posted - 2014.03.26 03:22:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:With the arrival of the mercenaries CJ and the woman ceased speaking. The man turned around to face the mercenaries as they arrived, pulling off two medical leads that were attached to his chest and put them into his pocket. Quote:
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
GÇ£If they said they were going to handle it then I would trust them.GÇ¥ CJ approached Galm as he spoke, pulling his shirt on as he did. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt ask them how,GÇ¥ CJ had a knowing grin on his face. GÇ£As for the mission you will be told what you need to know.GÇ¥ CJ had spent the last 6 months working almost exclusively for the corporation, and he had learned pretty quickly to stop asking so many questions. GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt bring anything you arenGÇÖt prepared to lose,GÇ¥ the woman finally spoke as she walked up behind CJ.
Galm turned to face the woman. He opened his mouth to speak for a moment before shaking his head slightly and turning back to his gear.
"Obliged," he sighed plainly.
He found a chair and continued to sit for several minutes, watching more and more mercenaries enter the room one after the other. With each one, Galm gave them a glare of acknowledgement and a sarcastic tip of his nonexistant hat. When Denak entered the two shared a brief greeting in Intaki before Denak went about his business and Fae went back to reclining as far back in his seat as possible. When Hawk entered the room and set down his chaingun, Galm just barely caught a glimpse of several spider cracks splinter in the glass. He looked up at him for several seconds with a dead expression as the mercenary adjusted his case to hide it.
"... Thoroughly entertained..." Galm spoke, motioning to himself with a weak smile.
Kador was seemingly asleep in the corner, Satja cradling him not-quite-lovingly. Close to lovingly... But not quite lovingly. Subconsciously Galm's eyes were drawn to Satja's silver choker. It seemed to... Vulgar? No, not vulgar... More... Perverted to insist on wearing an article of clothing that speaks as a testament to the failure of your race whilst tending to a member of the party responsible. The choker was disgusting, by causation Kador was disgusting, and by contiguity Satja was disgusting. After a few seconds of sneering Galm realized that he had been staring at the two and forced himself to look away in fear of accidentally making eye contact.
I need to get myself one of those cloaking modules... It'd make people watching so much easier.
"Hey Kador!" Galm shouted, looking away, "Heard about what happened down there with those blood raiders. I mean... Who hasn't? Everyone on Yulai was talking about how much of a clusterf**k that turned out to be."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1377
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Posted - 2014.03.26 10:20:00 -
[17] - Quote
"Hmm... mental recovery and all that jazz eh? I've been mostly hauling cargo, to and from Cal-space. you wouldn't believe the amount of planetary goods needed to bring the damaged sections of Malkalen Station back up to speed, much less the minerals needed to actually make the repairs. But Ishukone pays good, better than some of the contracts I've taken as a merc."
Denak replied with a slight shrug and an annoyed look on his face, he didn't like people peering into his private matters. He switched his focus back to the mercenaries flowing out of the shuttle and filling up the conference room, keeping his hands hidden between his back and the wall behind, rolling a small piece of metal in them. Spotting Kador and Satja, he lifted his hand to give the couple a brief wave from across the room, even managing a brief smile before he switched his gaze to observe the other mercenaries present. Seeing Hawk-eye rest what was obviously an HMG on the glass table coaxed a perked up eyebrow of Denak.
'Why does everybody have to bring weapons with them?', he thought to himself, he never understood it. Once again his focus went back to Junko when she spoke once more.
"This mission, what do you think of it; simple smash and grab? Or something other than turning rogue drones into scrap?"
"I've grown to to expect nothing to go as planned when going on these kinds of deployments", was his simple reply, inhaling with a slight sigh. Denak did look a little exhausted from his last deployment, even though he had done barely any contracts after his Blood hunt. The battle was such a mess he was lucky he didn't end up being captured by the Raiders for a long time. Regardless he did his best to keep it in control, continuing to stand up straight and keep his posture straight.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
416
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Posted - 2014.03.26 12:27:00 -
[18] - Quote
Roy Ventus wrote:Roy stood there for a few seconds, his hand still grasping Sergamon, as he analyzed him even more. If Sergamon was diligent enough, he would notice Roy's right eyebrow being raised ever so slightly over his sunglasses. Finally he spoke again.
"No need to close everyone out. I'll understand if you're paranoid and cynical, but in order for us to work properly as a squad, we need you at least pretend you're a part of it. Now what's your name and where you from?"
He let go of the man's hands and folded his arms to his chest, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the response.
Sergamon answers"I`m not paranoid just cautious,place like new eden that is a virtue not a flaw. You can call me Draco and where i came is my own business" Now you could tell your own name? Sergamon ask
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8939
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Posted - 2014.03.26 21:10:00 -
[19] - Quote
He is just dozing. He had intended to remain awake until the briefing.
As soon as his head hits the glass of the desk the weight of his eyelids is undeniable and he slips into a a few blissful moments of rest. He is very much awake of movement and voices around him but they are a meaningless rhythmic hum.
"Hey Kador!" Galm shouted, looking away, "Heard about what happened down there with those blood raiders. I mean... Who hasn't? Everyone on Yulai was talking about how much of a clusterf**k that turned out to be."
The mention of his name draws him back into the room in time of hear the rest of the halfbreed's condescending remark.
He blinks away the fatigue and gazes quickly around the room. Denak is there....a wonder he did not see him before.... Lord help him he was tired. Then Ermac, the youthful looking Caldari he had fought beside at the tank laager, the pair crippling the initial response time of the Blood Raiders armoured units.
Then those dull green eyes came to rest of Galm, hardening to chips of ice. He let out a long dismissive yawn.
Beside him Satja was tense. She'd never liked the man, something about certain immortals terrified her in a manner perhaps he did not or could not ever truly understand. And truely Kador disliked the man. He certainly did not hate him....but his mannerisms.... and what he had done.
He supposed it was no secret that his.....woman....had become immortal... no doubt on this cowards request. Had he selfishly destroyed her soul out of something so primal and base as fear? He supposed he would never know. All he did know is that he would never be so weak as to allow another to damn themselves in God's eyes.
The man was nothing special to the eye.....He appeared to be shorter than the Caldari, if he could call him Caldari at all, he was familiar with, messy auburn hair. He hard the look of a fighter. Harder than most men, but that was not something one would easily discern, it was a characteristic in the way a person carried themselves, a certain confidence, or arrogance, a look in the eye that bespoke violence.
The Templar hated Galm's eyes. The augmented irises that seemed to change hue simply irked him on a personal level.
Beside him, at his shoulder as if watching over him he considered somewhat abashed, somewhat flattered, was Satja, tense, biting back a remark and her lip. Again he found this oddly flattering. Amongst slaves he did not know of many who would defend their master regardless of circumstance.
She made to turn, unable to keep back he comment, but he stopped her, placing a reassuring hand on her exposed shoulder. As she whipped back, intending to round her frustration on him for a momment, the precisely combed hair slipped over her should explosing long ropy scars, and a section of burnt flesh that ran up he neck.
Her eyes widened for a momment in surprise, and she quickly brushed the hair over her shoulder. Perhaps she meant to take a knee before him and ask forgiveness, because she tried, in vain, to twist out of his grip.
"Sempre Pax little one" He said kindly, before continuing, not even deigning to respond to Galm directly. "Give the man no credence....and man judged unworthy to accompany us as a brother or as our equals deserves not our time."
With that he turned to the others.
"Ave Denak, Ermac it is good to see you both again. I am well met again"
Then to Galm.
Ave my..... "Caldari" friend.... Blessings be upon you."
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1524
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Posted - 2014.03.26 22:09:00 -
[20] - Quote
Addressing Sergmon, Roy went to a solid tone. "I already did. Roy Ventus of Axis of Chaos. But now that we've gotten that out of the way, how about we go and open up with the rest of the peanut gallery?"
Roy then pointed to the group conversing. If Sergmon would follow, Roy would speak up to the group first.
If Sergmon didn't follow, he would usher him over with a fanning motion of his right hand. For him, it didn't really matter if the man didn't want to.
"How's it going? The name's Roy Ventus. I'll be your cheeky assault." A grin, almost menacing, formed below his shaded eyes.
"This is Draco. He's cautious." Roy said as he pointed to Sergmon.
While the others responded, he took his time to scan them up and down. Because of his sunglasses, it was rather difficult for anyone to follow his eye movements.
An Amarr obviously
She must be Minmatar
The others are hard to detail...More than likely they're Caldari or Gallente. It'll be easy to tell once they open up their mouth. And that guy over there has a HMG...Oh wait did they stop talking?
"That's nice." Roy said while obviously not paying attention.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
43
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Posted - 2014.03.26 23:33:00 -
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Ermac looked up from the datapad as he hears the comment about his last job.
The man who said that was a bit shorter than he is, and he had augmented eyes which made his right arm look like a metal club in technological comparison, but still as big as his mouth is does it not show how good he is, and trying to **** off Kador and a big part of the group that went in there didn't really help his image.
Oh man let's hope he shuts up before he get's into trouble we don't need even more tension in this group.
He then looks over to Hawkeye who cracked the table apparently causing Ermac to question why he even brought his damn HMG with him, but he decided to just let it slide and not to follow this chain of thought further.
As he hears the familiar voice of Kador greeting him, turns he around to face the man with his female companion he didn't know her but he saw that she was a minmatar most likely and pretty too but Ermac knew better.
She is his slave, a concept that he still didn't truly understood but whatever works for someone is not the his problem.
He decides to greet him in Caldari if he makes the effort to greet him in his mother tongue, just to be polite.
"Saisieni Templar Ouryon it's a good thing that we have some people here who know how to fight." |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
254
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Posted - 2014.03.27 02:35:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
Ave my..... "Caldari" friend.... Blessings be upon you."
Galm sat forward in his seat slightly, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His face lit a deep red as he detected the spite in the Templar's voice when he spat the word 'Caldari.' He tried his hardest to force down the growing urge to walk out on this mission entirely before it had even began, eventually collecting his composure and reclining back in his chair once again. Galm slipped his hand into his jacket and drew on Kador.
Between the two of them sat Galms hand, positioned to look like a loaded pistol. With a wink Galm pretended to line up a shot on the Templar and Satja, each time pulling away while mouthing pewpew. Back and fourth he went, each time his smile growing wider and wider until he chuckled dismissively and threw his hands to his sides.
"You need to lighten up kaaserai. Maybe take your arvumaa dancing instead of dragging her into a room full of bloodthirsty immortals."
Galm shot a glance at Satja, biting the air slightly like a rabid dog. It was all an act of course, but anything to get under Kador's skin was worth it. He drew his eyes back to Kador, swapping his irises to a violent red.
"So... Tanks not doing it for you anymore? I mean... I'm sure you'll do just fine once we get in the ship. No big open spaces for you to **** yourself in. Then again, it's W space. Anything can happen out there."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.27 08:57:00 -
[23] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:
"I've grown to to expect nothing to go as planned when going on these kinds of deployments", was his simple reply, inhaling with a slight sigh. .
"even then, a little planning goes a long way, huh." Junko replied, lightly shrugging her shoulders. she wanted to lighten the guy up, thinking of giving a friendly pat in the back 'just relax, things will go well' she wanted to say
but she was in a room full of mercs, contract killers, templars, statesmen, soldiers, snipers, assassins etc; act as professional as she makes out of it, even if somehow, a dropship logistics pilot wouldn't belong.
She was about to turn back to her notes and resume until she heard Galm's remarks.
Galm Fae wrote:
"So... Tanks not doing it for you anymore? I mean... I'm sure you'll do just fine once we get in the ship. No big open spaces for you to **** yourself in. Then again, it's W space. Anything can happen out there."
she knew adamance, she heard of him throughout of their circles, argued, debated, never fought against or with the templar, but she, like all the other mercs, respected the man and his skill. she knew of the man's exploits with the special contract, and wished she could've done something, even if he hails from the very race she is supposed to hate.
that thinking was normal for being a trader before she became who she was now.
in her notes: she scribbled a small personal message for herself and then reactivated her comp, this time hailing one of her contacts:
"Kyo? hey its me, listen im cashing in that favor you owe me;
I need some info on the yan jung, yes the ancient bastards from Gal space.. everything; drones, structure layouts, basic information from your contacts. I got a mission for a smash and grab type mission, i need as many layouts of their architecture as possible."
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
703
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Posted - 2014.03.27 13:08:00 -
[24] - Quote
Jacques notices Kador and Galm and decides to have a chat. As he walked he noticed friends and foes amongst him examining each. As Jacques got near Kador he aggressively barged in and proceeded with reaching out with his hand for handshake, " Nice to work with you again Templar Kador. Just this time let me know if you need support. I'll come running just like on the war fronts."
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
416
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Posted - 2014.03.27 15:55:00 -
[25] - Quote
Sergamon watches when Ventus points at him,"What a fuk never needed spokes person before" Sergamon thinks by himself.
Sergamon raises his voice, and start to talk with deep voice " Attention mercs,we all have arrived here for a job"
Sergamon looks at denak and adamance "Some of you, i have seen in battle and know they are good what they do"
Sergamon take litle pause and continues "But some of you are strangers to others, and i personally like to know the people whom i work with"
Sergamon continue" I can start,You can call me Draco and i am your friendly assault/HAV driver"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.27 17:14:00 -
[26] - Quote
Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon watches when Ventus points at him,"What a fuk never needed spokes person before" Sergamon thinks by himself.
Sergamon raises his voice, and start to talk with deep voice " Attention mercs,we all have arrived here for a job"
Sergamon looks at denak and adamance "Some of you, i have seen in battle and know they are good what they do"
Sergamon take litle pause and continues "But some of you are strangers to others, and i personally like to know the people whom i work with"
Sergamon continue" I can start,You can call me Draco and i am your friendly assault/HAV driver"
Junko looked at to the man who introduced himself and smiled, quitely putting away her notebook and turning down her wrist comp.
'Finally, someone friendly enough to introduce themselves' she thought as she waved out in response. she then stood up and smiled, scanning the room for other mercs.
"hello there: My name is Junko. Dropship Pilot, Logistics Specialist. I'm either flying a Myron or Saving some poor bastard's Clone from failing, something which i've gotten good at.
I'm also a trader as well. that usually means Contacts, and thats Information on the big hauls, Wanted goods and necessities, information on Wormhole spaces, pirate faction sites, relics you name it. i hope to use that information to make our lives a little easier if we are going to be doing this mission together. " |
Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
87
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Posted - 2014.03.27 18:08:00 -
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Hawkeye looked up from the gearbox he was playfully tossing between his hands, gazing in the direction of Sergamon.
"I'm Hawkeye, don't be fooled by the name though, I probably couldn't see a MTAC if it was pressed against by face" he said, jokingly.
"All humour aside; I will be carrying a bloody big gun to keep any 'undesirable elements' as far away from us as possible. I can also play tunes with a verity of cutlery (mostly spoons), should the unlikely need arise".
He picked up a tuning screwdriver and started prodding several other components.
CONTRACTS:
'
Remember, whenever we need muscle; we simply farm it out to our favourite band of shady missionaries...
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
17
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Posted - 2014.03.27 20:34:00 -
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Jester wasnGÇÖt interested in the introductions. Whatever he needed to know was already in the files they had been given earlier. The only thing that he cared about was how effective they were going to be during the mission. A personGÇÖs true character appeared in times of crisis.
GÇ£Good to see everyone gets along,GÇ¥ Jester said quietly to Cross.
GÇ£Yeah, they get along so well that two of them might kill each other before we even start, and three others are paranoid enough to bring weapons to a briefing.GÇ¥
CJ couldnGÇÖt help but laugh at that, GÇ£I can see it now, the whole room blown to hell, and us all dead before we even finish this briefing.GÇ¥
The young woman glared at him; unlike most of the others in the room she was not an immortal. GÇ£DonGÇÖt joke about that. I donGÇÖt come back from a bullet to the brain remember.GÇ¥
Jester just grunted, the vocal equivalent of shrugging his shoulders before giving her a stupid grin. Just as he did a hollow feeling appeared in his gut and his grin faded.
GÇ£Shows about to start.GÇ¥
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Mission briefing
With all of the mercenaries assembled the room suddenly grows dark. Only a few of the small lights in the floor illuminated the room. From the ceiling the gentle hum of machinery can be heard, followed by a large hologram forming in the center of the room.
The images of the Noctis class salvage ship floating next to the Yan Jung battleship materialize. The images float slowly rotating 360 degrees.
GÇ£Welcome mercenaries,GÇ¥ The voice is male, but it is slightly mechanical and computerized. GÇ£We hope that you have all reviewed the mission intel we provided you. We will now continue the briefing.GÇ¥ The robotic voice paused a moment before continuing. GÇ£You will be entering from this point. This will also act as your point of egressGÇ¥ The hologram lit up a section of the Noctis, its cargo hold. GÇ£The purpose of this mission is to recover an unknown artifact of ancient origin. The salvage team was in the process of removing the artifact from the cargo hold of the derelict ship when we lost contact.GÇ¥ A spot on the lower part of the Battleship lit up signaling the last known location of the artifact. GÇ£The artifact should be in protective case and is considerably heavy. It will most likely require two of you to carry the artifact.GÇ¥ Another spot on the abandoned Battleship lit up, this time near what remained of the top of the ship. GÇ£We believe this is where the bridge is located. We lost contact before the mapping could be completed. Your second primary objective is to retrieve the navigation computer from the bridge. Although how you complete the mission is up to you we recommend splitting into two teams.GÇ¥ The voice paused again for a moment.
GÇ£For those of you who are unaware Wormhole space can cause a multitude of technical issues. This mission will be unlike most of your other mercenary operations. Due to the nature of the wormhole we are only able to provide you with so many clones. A maximum of two spare clones has been allocated to each of you. If you run out of clones your conscience will be transported back here.GÇ¥ The hologram faded and the light in the room turned back on. GÇ£Please note that this mission is timed, the wormhole will only remain open for a finite period of time. If you get stuck in the wormhole there is no guarantee that killing yourself will transfer you to another clone.GÇ¥ The electronic voice ceased speaking, it was quickly replaced with a more pleasing female voice. GÇ£Please proceed to the armory by following the blue lights, your current clones will be held in stasis while you are transferred to combat clones. From there you will have one hour before you are to board the ship in hanger T-13.GÇ¥ The voice cut off and a series of blue lights illuminate a path along the ground.
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Armory
Just like everywhere else in the station the Armory is white and in pristine condition. The only difference is the constant hum of machinery. The armory is almost completely drone operated, not a single human is in sight. The drones are flying around the room, carrying crates and supplies in every direction. A small circular drone approaches the group and addresses the group.
GÇ£Mercenaries are to follow me to the stasis pods to begin the transfer into their combat clones. The support personnel can begin preparing for the mission. All personal equipment and weaponry is available.GÇ¥ The small floating drone turns around and heads off down a hall to the left. It leads you into a room with several rows of pods. GÇ£Once you are situated the transference process should only take a few moments. If you have any questions please ask any of the other drones, they will be more than happy to assist you.
Once transfer is complete the combat clones and dropsuits are being monitored by a number of other drones with a single human technician.
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1391
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Posted - 2014.03.27 21:36:00 -
[29] - Quote
As the others were making their introductions, Denak remained silently standing further back, his eyes switching between the various different people and their weaponry. He may have gruffed his name to the public, but it would have been mostly drown out into the idle chatter going on between the mercenaries. In general, he seemed utterly disinterested in socializing with other people, much rather focusing on his thoughts and the quiet tune he hummed. When the actual briefing started, Denak's instantly snapped towards the Gallente, and then to the holographic representation of the Noctis.
He took mental notes of all the points displayed in the hologram, from the last know location of the artifact and deployment point to escape routes and possible chokepoints.
'I need to download a map of it later', he thought as the briefing continued, his gaze tightly focused on the hologram. He took another glance of the group gathered, slightly concerned about the mental state of some of them. If they were paranoid or crazy enough to bring live weapons into a briefing, the mission was begging for a friendly fire incident. As soon as the briefing ended, Denak was the first one to follow the blue lights leading to the stasis pods, leading the way and showing an example on how to use one for the inexperienced, since he was one of the oldest mercenaries in the group.
The pods themselves looked very similar to the ones capsuleers used, but they were more archaic in shape and simplified for the non-capsuleer kind. Each one was opened with an empty chamber inside, and a helmet connected to various tubes hanging in the middle. Drones hummed and flew about as Denak stepped in front of the middlemost pod, glancing to his left, then to his right to see who were going to be next to him. In the end it mattered little though, as in any case he needed to strip before entering the pod.
Methodically and withouth shame or embarrassment, he removed one layer of clothing after another, first his vest and boots, then his shirt and finally his trousers, until Denak was reduced to nothing but his underwear. Scars and burns covered the right side of his chest and his right shoulder, connecting up his neck to the burnmark spanning across the right side of his face. His hand reached behind his neck to feel for the round hole, his neural jack, as a small drone collected the pile of clothing he discarded, saving them for the time Denak would return.
After another glance to his left and to his right, Denak stepped into the open cavity of the stasis pod, grabbing the helmet hanging there with both hands and starting to attach it while a drone w?also crawled into the small space, assisting with the process. Before long the helmet covered his ears and eyes, with two tubes attaching to his nostrils. Finally, he felt the cold sting as his neural jack was plugged in, feeling the slight drumming sound the drone made on the floor of the pod as it crawled out to assist another mercenary. Then the hatch closed with a small hiss, leaving him alone in the dark pod.
Before Denak noticed that the pod was starting to be filled up with the cold, thick and sticky stasis fluid, his consciousness was already slipping off elsewhere...
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1528
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Posted - 2014.03.28 00:34:00 -
[30] - Quote
Such a cold group, acting like this is their first mission.
Roy followed along, half-listening, half-thinking until he heard about the chance of actual death.
"Sweet." He whispered under his breath.
It added the risk he's been so estranged to. Of course, by no means, was he suicidal but once a mercenary goes immortal, the thrill of the battlefield can be a hit or miss with it usually being the latter.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this more than I should." He said as he stripped naked.
He laid there in the goo nonchalantly, ready to "dream" away.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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