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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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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:
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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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.03.28 23:30:00 -
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Following the rest of the group to the stasis pods, Hawkeye took of his robe, and threw it to his side, landing on and completely covering a console the one human technician was using with a deep "wooosssh".
The technician just let out a long, exasperated sigh before plucking the robe from his workstation and dropping it on the floor next to him to be retrieved by a drone.
After removing the rest of his clothing articles, Hawkeye stepped into the pod, the cold metal floor chilling his bare feet. He grabbed the freely dangling helmet and slid it onto his head, making a hiss sound as the air was turned on. A drone scuttered in to attach the neural jack then left, the pod door sliding shut as soon as it did. The world was then pulled away...
* = * = * = *
It was kind of like a void of nothingness...
Except...
Except he could think, so It wasn't quite nothing
And there were colours... Strange swirls or strings shooting through space...
Wait... Not space...
And those weren't colours... No...
Nah... It was all in his head...
What head?
* = * = * = *
SYSTEM STARTUP: RUN INITIALIZATION PROCEDURESALL SYSTEMS STATUS: O.K.BOOTING...
The world returned in a bright flash through the filtered eyes of his dropsuit optics. The mag clamps holding him in place deactivating shortly after. A pair of drones swam through the air accompanied by the tech, who began his diagnostics with face devoid of any emotions short of total apathy.
The drones drifted aside to signal the diagnostics were complete, and Hawkeye left the room to retrieve his gun case from the conference table.
He still needed to assemble the remaining quarter of his weapon, after all.
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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.03.29 21:28:00 -
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RUN: Create_Post.exe
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Populating programme
Gathering data
Locating characters
Analysing possible outcomes
Generating scenario
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SCENARIO GENERATED.
Loading
Please stand by...
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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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
96
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Posted - 2014.03.30 00:48:00 -
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Hawkeye took a hair-width screwdriver into the casing and carefully applied torque until he felt the anode/cathode projection of the electron pump beginning to turn. A small spark shot out, signalling that he had found the "sweet spot". Satisfied, he laid the pistol down, bringing an end to his equipment checks.
Jaques walked up to Hawkeye's table.
Jacques Cayton II wrote:"Good point Hawk-eye but, what about those long hallways would better to run a combat rifle? Hell a mass driver would be deadly at that point."
He then set down his HMG on an unoccupied portion of the table.
Hawkeye replied, "True; but most of these deep space vessels tend to have a number of branches in their corridors every 10... 20 metres, if you were about to pass one of those and something jumped out at you, I wouldn't be wanting a mass driver at that point. Hell, the combat rifle probably wouldn't serve too well at close quarters either."
He stroked his chin, looking up as if recollecting something.
"Oh yeah... You'll recall the last special contract we were in? That fancy blast shield that comes with the shotgun saved Danek's skin once or twice on that mission, you know." he said as-a-matter-of-factly.
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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
101
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Posted - 2014.03.30 18:44:00 -
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((RUN: Create_post.exe
LOADING...
LOCATING ASSETS...
GENERATING RESULTS...
EXTORTING FALSE ENDORSEMENT FEES...
PLEASE STAND BY...))
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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
102
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Posted - 2014.03.31 20:23:00 -
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A metallic thud came from somewhere behind Hawkeye, possibly the back of his head.
Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon shouts " You stupid @sshole, there is unstable wormhole so that 30min is important"
Sergamon continues
"We need full floorplan, so we can choose alternative routes if something happens the first one"
"Last thing you trust too much in drones, which can be disabled countless ways"
Hawkeye got up from his bench and strode towards Sergamon, placing his hand on his shoulder. He let out a sigh.
"You really shouldn't have done that lad. I could easily break your pathetic spine this very moment, but that would be a waste of valuable biomass, something we don't have a lot of on board. Plus, I don't want to make the crew have to clean you up."
He took a deep breath.
"Look around you, people are still performing maintenance checks on their gear, they still teach you to do that at the academy, right? Kador and possibly Jester are also currently engaged in prayer, and our logistics officer is off meeting our command crew."
He paused.
"With your overly fast paced attitude, we would be going in there half ready unsure if our stuff will work. Besides, it's not my call that we are still waiting, that's up to our employers. Take it up with them."
A drone hovers by, fidgeting with it's appendages.
"Drones may be disabled in countless ways, but people can be killed in an even greater variety of ways. The drones, at least, are disposable enough that we can send waves of them in to scout the place. By comparison, we only have one scout unit of our own."
Hawkeye gestures to the drone to approach.
"See that there? That little guy floating about next to us? Ask it for the map. It's incomplete, but it's what we have. Once we're on-site, we can talk about making a complete map, till then, get of your bloody high horse!"
I just realized, the Interstellar Kredit (ISK) is also the Icelandic Króna (ISK)
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CCP is Icelandic. Coincidence?
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.04.10 09:16:00 -
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((RUN: Create.exe
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1 PREPARING MEMORY...
5 LOADING ASSETS...
10 CONFIGURING SETTINGS...
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15 ALL = O.K.
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20 GENERATING LOCATION & ACTORS
O.K.
25 FINDING INTERACTIONS
O.K.
30 LET: {Target} = Hanger T-13 , EXTD {'Galm Fae + Ermac Vesley?}?
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35 PERFORMING INTERACTIONS
40 GENERATING SCENARIO RESULTS
45 PRINTSCN "Results are being generated; please stand by..."))
((Enjoy this freakish abomination of a programming language (made of a mix of early BASIC, C, and some other stuff) while I write my actual post; because I can't decide on a universal language for this...))
We are all a distant echo from the explosion of an ancient star.
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And one day, you will return to a new one, possibly
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
118
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Posted - 2014.04.10 15:34:00 -
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((Setup (Create)
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BitRead (Senario_Database) // Aquire data on current scenario.
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Do "Scenario_Resolution", While: DigitalRead (IP1) = 1. // Generate further elements until scenario is satisfied
- Continue
;
SerialWrite (PST) // "Please Stand By" Message to be displayed while next message is buffered through SP1
;
SerialWrite (Scenario_Resolution_Result) // Post scenario results
;
END
))
We are all a distant echo from the explosion of an ancient star.
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And one day, you will return to a new one, possibly
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.04.30 18:38:00 -
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[REDACTED - POSTED IN WRONG SECTION]
I shall take my staff, and with it, bonk you!
I Must have all the things!
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