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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
43
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Posted - 2014.03.28 01:35:00 -
[31] - Quote
Ermac learned from his last mission that the introduction part can be ignored when it comes to odd jobs, you will learn far more from the people around you when you work with them on the field.
Before Ermac could hear Kadors answer starts the briefing which made him rather nervous.
A forsaken ship, an artifact which weights enough that you need 2 mercenarys, perhaps only 1 sentinel dropsuit user, no infos of what happend there and the chance to be forever lost in some place somewhere in space and not even immortality can save ones ass in that case.
Am I afraid, yes.
Do I have a choice, not really at this point.
Let's hope my comrades here get the same idea that this is going to be extremly dangerous, even for us.
Ermac also noted another thing, the ship was huge, bigger as some battleships that he saw back in the state news channels or propaganda commercials.
Trying to memorize everything is going to be a pain which means that he should get himself a map rather quick or he is going to get lost and that would end in a catastrophy.
As the presentation ends is he one of the first people to move along the blue lights and towards the armory.
They really like to make everything look very.... clean and innocent....
One of the drones flys towards him and asks him to follow it which he gladly accepts.
The pods themself reminded him of oversized eggs with a glass panel in the front and a life support mask inside.
He knew the procedure even though he only had to do it once, which was for him back in the days already one time too much in his opinion.
And here he is doing it again.
As Ermac arrives at the pod does he start to take off his clothes without any hesitation until he stands there in his boxers.
He wasn't very muscular but he had a rather well maintained body, he had a few scars on his arms from the occasional knive and one deep one on his left shoulder blade which came from a stray bullet during a shoot out in the middle of a protest, it wasn't extremly many but it showed that he did his work as a sec officer.
And he was glad that they created his body so as if the incident with the Intaki cocktail never happend.
Before he enters the pod does he remember that he still had to take something off.
He looks around and sees a member of the tech crew looking over the pods to see if anything is wrong.
Ermac whistles at the man who looks up to him, he had a white jumpsuit on with yellow stripes on the arms to signalise his role here, he had a yellow cap on which made it hard to see his face.
"Yes?" Asks the annoyed sounding man.
"Sorry to interrupt you in your line of work there sir, but can I lend you an arm?" says Ermac to the man in a innocent and polite tone.
The technican looks at him as if he has gone mad and asks again:" Uhhh... what do you mean with that sir?" in a rather questionable tone.
"I mean it like that" responds Ermac as he moves his left hand towards his right under arm and spins it to the right till he hears a click and detaches the now limb cybernetic arm from the socket in his upper arm.
He offers it to the man who couldn't decide if he should watch the man who offered him a fake arm or the arm which dangled before his face.
I took the tech a few seconds until his eyes concentrated on the stupid grin which was plastered on Ermacs face.
"Ha ha ha.... I get it. Let me guess you don't want it to get soaked in the fluid?" he says in a deadpan tone.
Ermac stiffles his laughing before he answers:" Sorry I just had to do it, but yeah you are right last time I did this was my arm a little sluggish in it's movement I had to drain it for an entire day. Would it be a problem if you could store it somewhere in for me?"
The Tech sighs but nods:" Yeah no problem but please next time no stupid jokes I already had a bad week okay?"
"No problem and thank you very much." Is Ermacs almost too friendly answer as he heads back into the pod, but he could hear the man mumbling something in the line of "stupid ass immortal jackasses" before he arkwardly puts on his mask with his left hand.
As he strapped on the mask successfully , can he see that the pod door closed and that the cyan blue liquid was starting to pour in and he felt that his conciousness was slipping into a dreamless sleep.
I think this will be the last laugh that im going to have during this mission
Is his last thought before the darkness eats him up. |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
17
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Posted - 2014.03.28 02:22:00 -
[32] - Quote
As the briefing session came to a close the Templar was still in a foul mood.
Galm had made himself an enemy, there was no mistaking that, as the look on Kador's face said everything. For sometime she tried to puzzle out why he was in such a bad mood. Surely man's idle threats made no lasting impression. Her master was immortal after all, chosen by God to carry out his will across the stars.
For the briefest of moment she felt a sense of pride. She was helping this man. Being a part of the Immortal Destiny of the Amarr..... but that feeling passed as she internally scolded herself. Pride in doing one's duty was meaningless. Duty was its own reward, something she had learnt amongst the Praetoriani.
Beside her the Templar gave Galm a thunderous look, eye brows raised, as deep lines were carved into his...she supposed handsome face, green eyes practically afire with and anger she hadn't seen for a long time.
As the other mercenaries stood and moved off to the consciousness exchange tubes she took the moment to address him, perhaps her reassurance would be of some comfort to him, as it had been in the past.
"Does the operation trouble you Classiarii" she purposely had taken on a softer tone, it would do her well to ease the tension between Galm and Kador before something would break out as she had done once before.
His response was immeadiate and curt. "No."
"Then is it the fatigue?" She said thinking off how he had almost collapsed, trembling uncontrollably in the shuttle bay.
This time the response was slower. "No."
It was part of it, she could tell. She moved from her seat hunkering down in front of him in a very unladylike like manner. Lord preserve him he looked gaunt. The traditional heavily sun tanned skin was pale, eyes were sunken, his face was slack, features not held in their normal dignified fashion.
"It is not? There is no shame in refusing the job if you need more time.... the Desync is still affecting you..." She tried to force him to meet her gaze..... which he did reluctantly. She gave him a warm smile.
"But I know you won't.... it's not your way."
With a growing satisfaction she saw his face light up a modicum of colour returning to his flesh... though whether that was shame or confidence she knew not.
" Wormhole space is somewhere I would love to see you know. To serve as you do your duty to our people"
Our people she thought horrified at her down arrogance..... She was not Amarr, even if she wished contrary. She offered those words as more a question than a statement, and phrased in a way she knew he couldn't say no to.
"...... but I doubt I am coming with you."
********
Five minutes later the pair stood before the exchange tubes.
She stared with off fascination as the stasis fluid enveloped Denak's form, shied away, averting her gaze with a slight rush of blood to her face as a Gallentean stripped off his clothes in their entirety.
Does he know no shame, she thought, turning to address her master.
It wasn't often she dressed the man, or took his clothes from him for that matter, it was awkward and made her very uncomfortable. It was like sitting on the edge of wire....on one hand she was duty bound to serve a master so as to further his goals, and to further the Empire's goals, but as well he was like a friend, and the pair has shared nearly 2 years in one another company.
Her shoulder twinged painfully, a sensation of heat ran the length of her scars. They were such ugly things, and she was glad she had been given permission to grow out her traditionally shorter hair.
It was a simple process.... less awkward with the other mercenaries present she found. He stripped off roughly removing the sash, which he laid around the back of her neck. It was so pleasant to the touch, soft silken fabric, and looked impressive, with the Red of the Praetoriani against the Gold of the Templares. He handed her each aspect of his clothing which she carefully folded and packed away. However like Denak, to her relief he retained his modesty...... at least the pair of clones she knew knew some dignity.
She watch again with fascination as Kador climbed into the tube, as Denak had done, and as the stasis fluid slowly covered his flesh. She for a moment though she could tangibly see the moment his soul leave the flesh, and whispered a brief prayer for the transferrals success.
With that she stepped back from the tubes awaiting for someone to tell her where to board the support vessels. |
Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.28 03:07:00 -
[33] - Quote
"oh man, this mission has going to be unpredictable as all hell" Junko said to herself as she followed the blue lights to the stasis pods. where she saw Denak strip himself of his clothing and step inside the pod. then Ermac and Adamance repeated as they did, as she walked towards a pod she felt the urge to glance at the woman who accompanied Adamance, puzzled by something even she knew not to speak about.
"he'll be fine" Junko said to herself as she passed by the woman as she began stripping herself of her clothing, first the shirt, then the boots and pants until she lay with plain dark red underwear with only her tribal necklace left. her body was toned, athletic, only as much as a leisure clone can go, but it would mean nothing.
she briefly remembered her previous body, the one she had before she became immortal, covered in the scars from the Thukker trials. to see herself in this clone, free from those scars meant like a loss of discipline. it might be why she adopted this reckless personality of hers.
'if only the elders would see me now, they would flip' she thought as she folded up her clothes and placed them in a locker next to the pod along with her wrist computer, which she unhooked from her arm, that chill feeling going up her arm as the small beads of sweat on her arm made contact with the air.
as she stepped inside,a drone entered with her and began strapping her to the pod, attaching wires and nodes to monitor her body as the mission would proceed.
"Ma'am, i would like to ask that you remove any accessories you have before proceeding" the drone asked in a metallic, emotionless tone.
Junko looked at the drone for awhile and then half-smirked, half smiled.
"no thank you tentacles, now hands off the merchandise." Junko replied as the neural jack was plugged in, and the drone quietly exited the pod before i closed shut and the pod began filling up with stasis fluid. she had a mind to look at the pod entrance, looking out towards the room as the machines attempted to transfer her consciousness.
it was all she could to smile mischievously before her vision blurred to dark as her mind was starting to transfer.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
255
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Posted - 2014.03.28 04:03:00 -
[34] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote: 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.
Galm sighed heavily and leaned forward in his chair, slightly disgruntled.
"Right... So... One of us has to go into the ancient derelict house of horrors. I volunteer as tribute."
All the other mercenaries glared at Galm, unsure if they should object or allow him to blindly march to his doom. Maybe Galm's willingness to delve deep into the heart of the unknown was spurred on by some sense of adventure. Maybe he just wanted to prove himself. Either way, he trembled with either excitement or nervousness as he eyed the layout of every known corridor of that spacecraft.
Once he was content, Galm slung his rifles around his shoulder and followed the blue lights into the armory. He looked about with a youthful enthusiasm, smiling as groups of drones whizzed past his head towards lockers crammed full of ammunition. It took him a few moments to identify the corner of the facility that was dedicated to specifically Galm's gear, were several caches of arms had just been moved into position by drones from off of the shuttle he had arrived on. Galm opened on of the several containers, eyeing over his selection of firearms carefully. Before him lay a plethora of select rail, scrambler, and blaster weapons from various makes and models.
Won't been needing you old friend, Galm breathed to himself silently as his gaze passed over his 'Toxin' series assault rifle. Indeed, a weapon with a bit more fiances would be required for this mission. Eagerly, he reached for his State-Issued specialist rifle, patting it lightly with content. He looked down at his stockpile once again, cocking his head slightly to the left as he asked a station tech to ensure that his rifles were loaded onto his combat clones before the mission began.
Minutes later Galm walked over to Satja, looking down at the floor while he tucked to scrambler rifles under his arms.
"Look..." he began, refusing to look her in the eye, "I... Have a few extra weapons I'm never going to use. I was wondering if Kador wanted these Stormvein rifles for the mission."
He looked around for a moment before shrugging and dropping the weapons at his feet and turning around with a dismissive wave as be began to walk away.
"You know what?" he hollered behind his shoulder, "Don't even bother asking him. Just take them! I don't feel like caring the damn things back anyway, they are heavy as ****!"
Walking over to his pod, Galm caught a brief glance of his combat clones in the corner of his eye. They were strung up on large metal racks in glass cages, awaiting their chance to be set free. There was no need for "pod goo" as capsuleers often called it, as the dropsuits already did a well enough job of preserving the synthetic polymer bodies encased within. Fae couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief in the knowledge that his clones would be well broken in. Each one was marked with several tally marks indicating successful deployments without a single personal loss. This wasn't to say that all of them were unscathed. On the contrary, two of the three seemed heavily scared from thermal damage or shrapnel deflection, some parts we just barely held together by nanite clustered that had worked diligently to repair and solder any wounds inflicted while planetside, and the long range tracking computers that sat on his visors were covered with a thin layer of red dust from his last deployment.
There was certain high a soldier always feels when stepping into a heavy combat clone. In the span of seconds Galm could go from his normally limber self to a hulking mass of armor defended by a thick layer of shielding capable of driving rounds through helmets at ranges greater than a kilometer away. He craved it... Badly. Yearning for this power, Galm quickly began to strip himself to enter his stasis pod. His weak leisurely form no longer felt able to contain his fighting spirit. If he didn't shed it soon it would rip free and roam wild!
While Galm was short, he still sported the broad shoulders of a Civire and balanced out his form well enough with a neatly toned core. He reached down it and pulled his shirt up over his head, reveling the Templis Dragonaur tattoo that had been etched into the right side of his abdomen. Once his shirt was off he easily dropped his drawers and stepped into his pod without need of removing any undergarments.
Galm had always preferred to 'go commando' at every opportunity.
"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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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
417
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Posted - 2014.03.28 14:46:00 -
[35] - Quote
Sergamon looked at his gear and thinks " Ghost ship ,artefact of unknown origin,and no intel what lies in there, and limited ammount of clones. Suicide mission"
Sergamon thinks " I go with my faithful dren gears,my toxin smg and last but not least i take little insurance with me"
Sergamon sees galm`s tattoo and thinks silently " What a fuk, fuking provist,we should have annihilated them all in luminaire"
Sergamon undresses and steps in pod " And now,all the fun start`s" Sergamon says before the transfer
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
18
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Posted - 2014.03.28 17:41:00 -
[36] - Quote
CJ and Cross were among the last of the mercenaries to walk out of the conference room. Both mulling over the new information they were given. Slowly they walked towards the armory.
GÇ£Get the map data from the drones, and make sure we bring the scanner drones.GÇ¥
With more than half of the Yan Jung ship left unmapped the scanner drones could finish mapping out the ships interior, they also had the ability to search for life forms. The salvage ship had a crew of over a thousand souls, CJ at least wanted to know where they were if they were even still there.
GÇ£We should pack heavy on extra equipment and ammunition.GÇ¥
CJ wanted to approach this one cautiously; they were going in with limited information, and the possibility of upwards of a thousand hostile individuals. In the last six months he had completed a number of assignments for the corporation but this was the largest team he had ever been a part of. Usual operations were limited to teams of four with a single support officer. Their team was twice the size, and he had never worked with any of them before.
GÇ£It will be taken care of, I have done this a few times before.GÇ¥ Cross sounded slightly annoyed but CJ was hardly paying her any attention, his mind was somewhere else.
GÇ£Noah, are you alright?GÇ¥ She looked at him with a mixed expression of concern and worry. His eyes were distant and unfocused.
GǣYeahGǪAll good.Gǥ It was the use of his actual name that had snapped him back to reality.
If he were capable of being honest he would have said no his mind was a mess at the moment. He had just completed a mission less than 6 hours ago and it had not gone well. The mission was a success but he and the team had done a few things he was still struggling with. He usually took a few days between major jobs. He usually took the time to sort out his thoughts and what had happened.
****
Arriving at the stasis pods CJ waited his turn and began stripping down to his compression shorts absentmindedly tossing his cloths on the floor in a pile. Unlike most of the other mercenaries he had no discerning marks or tattoos. When he was offered the chance to become immortal he had decided to leave his previous life behind. For him it was a form of rebirth. As a result his body possessed no scars or blemishes. He was a fairly tall individual, standing a little over 6GÇÖ4 he was slightly larger than most. Physically he was in shape, like he had spent a lot of his time doing physical labor. It gave him broad shoulders and decent muscle definition.
GÇ£I hate these things.GÇ¥ He muttered under his breath as he watched the others enter the pods.
He had this fear every time his conscious was transferred that something was going to go wrong and he was going to end up stuck somewhere in between, never able to wake up. While it was probably an irrational fear it was one that existed nonetheless.
Taking a deep breath he climbed into the pod and allowed the drone to take care of the rest. He had to take another deep breath as the liquid started to fill the pod. The damn things always reminded him of a coffin. Every time the darkness took over he mentally fought with it trying to claw his way back into another body. He felt like if he didnGÇÖt struggle his soul would be lost and the darkness would swallow him up.
****
Cross let out a sigh as she watched him enter the pods. She knew he hated them, but it was how he was acting that was concerning her at the moment. She would have to keep an eye on him. As she was about to leave the room she noticed Satja standing there. The two of them were supposed to be acting as the support team for the mission.
GÇ£Satja, Satja Askarin?GÇ¥ her name and role were in the data files sent earlier.
Cross approached the other woman with a smile on her face. She was use to working alone but with the size of the team the extra person was probably necessary.
GÇ£WeGÇÖre this way,GÇ¥ she nodded her head down the hallway and started walking. GÇ£The support vessel and transport vessel are one and the same. We just need to make sure that everything is up to date.GÇ¥
It was a little bit strange for her to be explaining anything to someone else. The only normal human interaction was between team members and she was usually on her own, just a disembodied voice relaying information and sometimes orders.
GÇ£IGÇÖm Cross by the way, its nice to be working with another person for once.GÇ¥ She wasnGÇÖt quite sure what to say. The palaver was probably unnecessary but she tended to talk when she got nervous.
GÇ£I really hope this mission goes as planned. This is the largest team IGÇÖve ever seen for a simple retrieval.GÇ¥ She kept talking to fill in any silence.
****
Hanger T-13
The Matari had never been so happy to see the hanger and the Pilgrim class Force Recon cruiser it held.
GÇ£This is itGÇ¥ she waved at the ship it was being swarmed by drones and technicians alike. Some were running diagnostics while others were loading it with weapons and equipment.
GÇ£The whole thing has been retrofitted into a transport and command center. We can monitor team members and we can also see what they see. We will also be in control of any of the drones that we bring along.GÇ¥
The cargo hold had been transformed into a troop transport and command center allowing for the covert insertion of troops as well as covertly monitoring their actions.
GÇ£If you have any questions just ask,GÇ¥ she walked into the ship and began going through all of the equipment, and discussing things with both drones and techs.
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
710
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Posted - 2014.03.28 17:59:00 -
[37] - Quote
As Jacques was ingored by the templar dishonoring him, so he simply put his hand down and turned to listen to the briefing. He listened and knew from the size he'd need his hmg. As the briefing ended he watched as each merc went to the pods, but Jacques stood there and waited till he was alone to contact his family. He brung up his Neocom and started to call, but no answer not even a connection.
As Jacques moved on to the pods he started to undress and neatly folding his clothes when he noticed Galm tattoo. As he glares at him he grabs his neocom and leaves a message for Statesmen, once he can get coms. "Galm Fae. Known terrorist arrest him once jobs done at all costs." He sets the neo com down then proceeds with taking his clothes off showing all his various tattoos represent all the winds with the wind of the north flowing from his chest.
He sits down and gently starts hooking himself up slowly so he can relax and be comfortable as he waited.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1392
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Posted - 2014.03.28 20:10:00 -
[38] - Quote
As the darkness enveloped Denak, dulling his senses and floating him idly in the stasis fluid, he finally was given the small moment of solitude. The only feel persisting through was the cold metal plugged into his neural jack on his neck as his mind was being copied, and eventually transferred to his combat clone. Even if the actual transfer lasted mere seconds, the time he spent exploring the depths of his mind felt like an eternity. Images flashed before his eyes, familiar sensations tickled his fingertips, as were familiar scents and tastes triggering his senses.
Then he lost all contact with his body.
***
In the brief time Denak spent between the two worlds, "The Void", as he liked to call it, he had an opportunity to think about his upcoming mission. And he had a lot to think about.
'Why did I even accept this contract? I've barely recovered from the last deployment, and now I'm already going for another one.'
'At least Kador's here, Junko seemed nice too. And what's Galm doing with him? His behavior was just stupid when jabbing Kador like that.'
'Draco is an unstable, non-comprehensible idiot as always, I'll need to keep an eye on him.'
'And why the f*** do people have to bring weapons to a conference? How f****** stupid are they?'
'Sigh, we'll see if I end up slogging through another torture fest.'
***
INITIALIZING DROPSUIT CORE SYSTEMS....
ACTIVATING HEADS-UP DISPLAY....
BOOTING WEAPONS SOFTWARE....
ALL SYSTEMS INITIALIZED, DISENGAGING MAGNETIC LOCKS....
The dark green messages were the first thing Denak saw after the consciousness transfer was complete, followed by the hiss of decompressing air and the hum of the magnetic locks being disengaged, releasing his dropsuit from the racks it was being held in, landing with a metallic thud on the floor. The skin-hugging armor of his Scout gk.0 dropsuit pressed firmly against his body from toes to neck, acting as a second skin for the operator as one by one elements of his heads-up display activated, all the information he needed displaying in the dark green color and with the Intaki script. He felt it very clearly when the various drones and the single human technician prodded and investigated his dropsuit to make sure everything was working properly. For his surprise, this technician didn't seem to be scared motionless unlike in his last deployment.
He glanced on his right, he could see the last few mercs still stripping and boarding their stasis pods, paying close attention to his own pod, where he could see himself suspended in the blue liquid through the glass chamber. He had never seen himself like that before, and seeing his own body, the one he had nurtured his entire life, suspended in fluid with a large helmet and tubes attached, made him oddly amused.
After the technician and drones cleared Denak's dropsuit to be fully operational, he simply stepped off the small platform, heading towards the armory to get himself geared up for the battle. As he wandered around the hallways, his Neocom was downloading the latest map of their deployment point, looking up information of Noctis technical specifications and bluebrints, all the while making sure he wouldn't hit any drones and technicians. Upon discovering the armory, he found himself a corner of the room, taking his own weaponry and gear he selected for this particular mission from the drones flying and skittering about.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.28 21:28:00 -
[39] - Quote
4 months, three weeks and 2 days have passed since she last used a combat clone. her leisure clone, Her body had limiters that prevented her strength and her agility from being harnessed too recklessly. but she had used her mind to the fullest though, taking on assignments and hauling cargo as efficient as the capsuleers would, planning her next move, or developing her plans as she went.
what a life she had.
Trader before merc, pilot before soldier. Human before... Immortal.
as she spent her time in the pod, her mind undergoing the transfer. she felt a sense of loss, again.
'this is scary' junko thought, her mind still in the place where the great caravan would proceed, to make way for her to reach paradise.
then she felt a pull, it wasn't like someone pulling her, she had no body.
it was a call, the other side needed her; and she went.
INITIALIZING CORE SYSTEMS..
ACTIVATING HEADS UP DISPLAY...
Junko briefly remembered her dropsuits always went without the helmet. call it a force of habit, but as her combat clones the same as her leisure, with the exception of her light tan skin. the hairstyle was the same; red-brown hair cut short, couple inches above her shoulder.
'heh, what a sight it'll be ' Junko thought as she saw the remainder of her boot up sequence.
BOOTING LOGISTICS DIAGNOSIS SYSTEMS
ALL SYSTEMS INITIALIZED, DISENGAGING MAGNETIC LOCKS.
Junko opened her eyes, her vision a blur as she blinked; trying to make sense of her surroundings. a small figure approached her, and began speaking to her.
but she couldn't see clearly yet, she couldn't hear.
"...allri...?" was the only thing she could make out,she tried to speak but this time she spoke in her native tongue.
"daijo.." and then her body seemingly crumpled to the floor.
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"we got a problem with Junko's combat clone, abort start up sequence! initiate diagnosics check! GET ME A MEDICAL DRONE!" the technician yelled. immediately two drones tried to pick her body up, then more medical drones arrived, scanning her body for any faults within her body.
"Junko, or subject J51-7 is having trouble adjusting to this clone's biorhythm, give her time and she'll adjust." one of the drones replied, they flipped her on her back and monitored her body as Junko began gasping heavily for air.
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'cmon J, get up' she thought, he willed her body to answer her, but it refused to perform what she had wanted. somehow she knew this would happen. 4 months of non combat would do that to her. but slowly she began moving her fingers through the Logistics Mk/1 suit.
slowly her hands responded, then her arms and feet.
as she regained control of her legs, the medical drone swooped up to her face and scanned her eyes.
"J51-7 are you feeling better?" the drone asked. This time her eyes can see as perfect as she once saw them across lay the pods and she could see the sillouette of a female body suspended in fluid, her body. her ears could hear the distant footsteps of denak as he walked into the armory down the corridor.
and she can speak now. her lips curled into a smirk and then opened.
"I feel good" was her simple reply as she slowly got up, allowing the technician to prod her dropsuit for any abnormalities. when he could find none, he tapped her shoulder and gave her a thumbs up. Junko Nodded and then began walking to the armory, not before she tucked her helmet underneath her right arm. |
Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1539
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Posted - 2014.03.28 22:58:00 -
[40] - Quote
Roy took no time to lounge around on the rack, and picked himself up as soon as the dropsuit was ready to go. Before the technician could get to him, there was another situation that called for their attention. Roy simply stretched in waiting, watching as a few drones came to check his functionality. He was rather jaded, as he turned again to see Junko picking herself up off the floor. He kept his comments to himself, feeling that it wasn't the right time to throw a quip or two into the thick atmosphere.
Besides...We're too distant of a group to function as a team. Names and files only inform, not connect. These mercenaries didn't understand that. Rookie mistake. In a situation like this where we're limited in clones, you need people to actually be there to pick you up when you're down. Hell. We might actually never wake up if this mission is a failure and we fu-k around.
He looked to his naked body a bit in amazement. His narcissist feelings sounded off from his mouth as he moaned and rubbed his chin.That's a god body right there.
"It's a shame that I left my sunglasses on. You really need to take all of me in to have a complete experience. Might never have a chance to see this sight again. Oh Well."
By the time he stopped talking about himself, the technician came by with some more drones and started his evaluation. Roy didn't really care to look in his face but he could feel some disgust going on. He believed it was because of his sickening self-love, than the fact that he was a clone.
"No need to be so serious about things. I was clearly joking. Well just a little really, but seriously."
The technician didn't even answer but instead rushed through the rest of the evaluation. One of the drones stayed by, floating at eye level.
"What?" Roy said in an aggressive fashion as he started feel like he was being criticized.
"You're cleared."
Oh.
He decided to chase after Junko down to the armory, intent with poking her personality.
"Hey, wait up. Junko, is it?"
If Junko waited, he would position himself beside her as they walked and started speaking. "So uh...What was that back there? You alrigh'?"
If she didn't wait up, Roy would fumble with the neocom to see if the voice chat was functioning, and if it was, he would simply communicate with her across there, ignoring any hints that maybe he was actually bugging her.
If none of the above worked out well for Roy, he would physically stop her by grabbing her left shoulder and tugging her lightly and then commence with his questions.
Maybe I can start connecting the pieces here. Still don't know why I was suggested of all people. Sure, I'm a good tactician, maybe even a good strategist but am I really needed for this? My renown is abysmal, and I wouldn't consider any of my feats worth a private contract with extremely high value and risk. It couldn't be as simple as people giving me high recommendations and besides, I pissed off enough people to be blacklisted in some corporations. Not my fault the majority of people are jackasses who don't like to be called out on their jackassness...
"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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
91
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Posted - 2014.03.28 23:30:00 -
[41] - Quote
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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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
238
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Posted - 2014.03.29 01:01:00 -
[42] - Quote
Roy Ventus wrote:
"Hey, wait up. Junko, is it?"
Junko stopped while en route to the armory and turned around, to see Roy walking up to Her. initially she was suprised, but didn't let it show on her face and just waited for Roy to catch up to her. he didn't stop walking so she continued as he was .
"yup, the one and only" Junko replied, keeping her pace up with roy's.
'well there's another suprise right there, another merc wants to chit-chat' junko thought. her guess was right, when Roy began asking a question.
"So uh...What was that back there? You alrigh'?" Roy asked.
"hmm? oh, yeah..." Junko nodded, remembering her brief period of being in her current body.
"...that was something on my end, i haven't transferred to my combat clones since... 3-4 months ago? i've been using my other body to complete my contracts since hauling cargo and piloting dropships are somehwat less risky than shooting people in the face. but to be honest, i can't get used to the fact that I'm immortal, despite me being in this state for a long while, i guess" Junko answered, glancing at a techie as they turned another corner.
despite the feeling that they were moving as normal, Junko felt a sense of speed as she was walking. everything seemed slower now, more sluggish. obviously this was going to be a problem for her.
'Combat rifle definitely out of the question' She thought. since the rifle had been released, she would keep one next to her seat while she'd be piloting dropships. kept her safe, and the recoil she would be intuitively used to.
She might need to pack a scrambler rifle, but in the back of her head, she would imagine Adamance hounding at her for using "a tool of God" |
Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1540
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Posted - 2014.03.29 02:09:00 -
[43] - Quote
"Ahh. I thought so. I've seen newbies go through the same thing where they'll try to stand up and end up falling like a trying baby."
Roy paused in thought, thinking about what she meant by not getting used to being immortal. His eyes crossed to the left, then back to Junko, then again to the left. He had the face of someone who had something to say. It was very different compared to his spastastic, Gallente-bred speakeasy way of communicating. So different that he actually disliked it from time to time.
"Well maybe the immortal life isn't for you? Not to discourage you but, like, when I'm in skin...the skin of a clone, it doesn't feel like a real battle. It all feels like a dream or an accurate illusion. That's why I crack jokes and cling onto my humor. To liven it up. You know, make it spicy. That's why I bring a lot of energy and put my fiber into this way of life. Maybe after this, you might want to consider another life, if not approaching immortal-hood differently. Maybe just stick to cargo running or actually trying something completely different."
His eyes crossed to the left again.
Makes me question the motives behind the request. No one in their right mind would pick a cloned mercenary who didn't like being a cloned mercenary. And even if they didn't know that, the fact that the girl has been away from the game for three to four months as a cargo runner is just as enough evidence to disqualify her from the offer. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there's something about Junko and the rest I don't know too much about. Maybe she's some super badass who's trying to escape the life. Maybe...
"But don't get caught up on all of those feelings while we're on the job. You'll do worse if you don't put your all into it but I'm sure you know that." He smiled.
"And if you do slip up, I'll have your back. I mean. It's not like we're B-F-F's or whatever." He laughed as he wiped a tear from his right eye, rubbing it as if he just got finished bawling.
"It's just that we might suffer from a fate worse than death."
Finally reaching the armory, Roy gave Junko a pat on her back. "Let's gear up."
Roy walked away from her, eyeing a particular drone. It began moving away from Roy for whatever duty it had, but it didn't get too far on the account of Roy grabbing it with both of his hands and dragging it to his face.
"Give me a Prototype Assault Rifle, base variant. A M209 Sub-Machine Gun. And fit me with these..."
Roy let go of his"assistant" and used the neocom to connect with the drone. The drone hovered about for a few seconds before it went on with it's business after another drone arrived.
"Fitting now."
Within seconds, other drones came and started fitting Roy's dropsuit with the proper set up. After a minute of scrambling, the dropsuit was now completely fitted except for one vital piece. The last drone buzzed about until come face to face with Roy, presenting him, his helmet. Placing the helmet under his arm, Roy was content. He watched Junko and Denak, waiting for others to pour in.
"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
44
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Posted - 2014.03.29 02:11:00 -
[44] - Quote
Darkness.
Everything he could see was dark.
No contures no familiar forms only a black void.
He looked everywhere up, down, left, right and behind his back but there was nothing, nothing only the emptiness of this abyss.
He saw something in the corner of his eye, a light.
It was white like porcelain but far more intense and it burned in his eyes, but he couldn't look away.
The light came closer and closer and the burning was getting even more painful then did it engulf him.
This was the moment where he gasped for air in his new body.
***********
Ermac coughed very loudly inside his helmet, he got his fit under control as he opened these eyes and took 3 long inhales and exhales to calm the body and his mind down.
A little bumpy but everything seems to be fine
Are his thoughts as he reads the typical boot up sequence for this his brand new Caldari Commando suit model ck.0
Let's see if this purchase was a good idea afterall
The start sequence ended with his optical sensors activating and showing him that he was suspended in the air, and he couldn't move.
"Ehm I think im..." where the only words that came from his mouth as the mag locks on his suit clicked and dropped him to the ground with him letting out a suprised :"DAMN!".
During his landing does he lose his balance and falls on his ass, he mumbles silently a few curses while he get's back up.
As he stands on his two legs again, arrives a drone and the technican who got his arm and made a routine checkup on his suit.
"Hey did you find a good place for my arm?" Asks Ermac as the drone pulls up his right arm to check under it.
"Yeah yeah it's in my locker everything is fine. Could you hold still the drone is a little fidgety when it comes to movement during the scan."
He obeys and stands still for the entirety of the scan which takes a minute.
"Scan is complete and the suit is A okay, you are ready to go." Says the tech in a rather professional tone as the drone moves away from Ermac.
"Nice, hmm eh where do I get my weapons?" Is his question as he inspect the suit on his own a little.
"Ask the armory drones, the ones with the claw hands, they will hand it to you if you tell them your name." is his answer as he taps on the datapad in his hand.
Ermac gave him a simple thank you and moved towards the armory and promptly found one of the "claw drones".
He orders one of them towards him and gives it his request and name.
The drone made click clacking sounds as it moved away to retrieve his weapons.
While Ermac waits does he hear another drone behind him it was one of the tech drones, he spins around to look at it.
"Do you wish to download a map for the Location of the operation?" asks the drone in a emotionless metallic voice:" It is highly recommended for every member of the team to posess this data so that the mission can go fluently."
He doesn't even hestitate with his answer:" Of course would I like to have a map of the ship thank you very much."
Ermac get's a message on his HUD that the drone ask for permission to download the map into his suit which he accepts.
As the download ends moves the drone away, and is being replaced by the armory drone which hands him his Kaalakiota Rail rifle, his Duvolle assault rifle both with the fitting magazines, 3 locus grenades and a nanohive model K-9.
He inspects his weapons, gear and suit again as the drone leaves and decides that everything was still fine, he looks back to the capsules to see his own body floating in the liquid behind the glass panel, like some kind of a preserved specimen for a lab.
... Why is this so damn creepy... whatever I need to talk to this Galm guy before this starts, moving alone inside that ship is not very wise and the chances are always better when there are two people working on a job, the rest can try to get the artifact.
I think Kador, Denak, Jacques and Hawk can tame this wild bunch.
With this in mind moves Ermac towards one of the armor shelves, leans against it and inspects his new suit properly while he waits for Galm to wake up. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
256
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Posted - 2014.03.29 02:19:00 -
[45] - Quote
Back in The Black... Enjoy it while it lasts Galm. Hmmm... Does this count as sleep? Gods and spirits, if it does this is probably the first time I've slept in weeks. I mean, there was that one night a few days ago with Niina but I don't think either of us got any sleep that night.
It's an energy thing I bet. I've been sitting at a desk too long and can't get all of it out of my system. With a bit of luck maybe I'll actually get a night of rest after this deployment.
Initializing Dropsuit Core Systems..
Uploading Mission Directive and Connecting to TacNet...
Processing....
Cleared for Operations, Activating Dropsuit Control
[/////SystemsOverride=New_System\\\\\\\\\]
[////Eskola_Overclock{Active}\\\\\]
[~~Saisa_Soldier!<3~~]
Fae's heads up display flashed to life as the red sensors of his dropsuit ignited. There was the dull hum of a fusion coil spinning up, then the loud metallic clank as the electromagnets holding his clone to the CRU disengage, dropping him a little over a meter onto the deck below him. Behind his helmet, Galm was observing all the feedback his suit was giving him from his current weapon loadout to the efficiency rating of his overclocked processor. As his suit synchronized with the computers in his rifles, an 8-bit version of Niina cropped up in the corner of his vision with a smile and a brief salute. Beside her, a neon text box blinked cheerfully.
[~~Moitte_Soldier!<3~~]
Galm raised his Commando ck.0 to his feet, pivoting quickly in place to ensure his neural link was complete. Within seconds the station tech he had spoken to earlier scurried up to him and presented Fae with his rifle. Nodding with content, Galm placed his now massive palm on the grown man and tousled his hair like a child.
"Now remember!" he advised, projecting his voice from the speakers on his suit, "If I find out you scuffed any of my rifles loading them onto my rig, I'm coming back here and shooting you out an air lock!"
He chuckled slightly, making the poor engineer wounder if he was serious or not. With another nod he was off, setting along with the other mercenaries to the hanger.
"Alright... CJ, is it?" he asked, coming up behind him and placing a hand on Noah's shoulder, "I'm ready to board the transport as soon as my clones are loaded."
Galm have him a quick thumbs up, letting his rifle dangle freely from his chest strap as he turned away. Besides his rifle, the Caldari was weighed down by several boxes of ammunition, the Thale sniper loaded in steel rucksack, and a compact nanohive that was fixed to his lower back ready to release a swarm of nanites that could repair his armor and replenish his cache at will. With all of this equipment, it seemed hard to remember that he was the same short Civire who stepped into his stasis pod mere moments ago.
As he steeled himself for the coming mission, he noticed Ermac approaching him from the armory.
"Saisa," Galm greeted, giving him a weak salute.
"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
238
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Posted - 2014.03.29 06:20:00 -
[46] - Quote
Roy Ventus wrote:"Ahh. I thought so. I've seen newbies go through the same thing where they'll try to stand up and end up falling like a trying baby."
Junko smiled and then nodded as she thought of it again.
"i guess thats the way it is then" letting out a good chuckle over it, then she noticed that Roy's features changed. it was different. a rare trait to see from a clone merc from all her travels.
Roy paused in thought, thinking about what she meant by not getting used to being immortal. His eyes crossed to the left, then back to Junko, then again to the left. He had the face of someone who had something to say. It was very different compared to his spastastic, Gallente-bred speakeasy way of communicating. So different that he actually disliked it from time to time.
Roy Ventus wrote:
"Well maybe the immortal life isn't for you? Not to discourage you but, like, when I'm in skin...the skin of a clone, it doesn't feel like a real battle. It all feels like a dream or an accurate illusion. That's why I crack jokes and cling onto my humor. To liven it up. You know, make it spicy. That's why I bring a lot of energy and put my fiber into this way of life. Maybe after this, you might want to consider another life, if not approaching immortal-hood differently. Maybe just stick to cargo running or actually trying something completely different."
"ahh you dont think i can handle this eh?" Junko jokingly asked, with a hint of sarcasm and smiles.
"well, i'll tell you what if you catch me at a bar with my buddies after this, bring all the alcohol you can bring; i'll make you so ****-faced that you won't tell the difference between a Caldari broad and a Gallentean Sweetheart" Junko sneered, chuckling as she pointed at roy's chest.
Roy Ventus wrote:
"But don't get caught up on all of those feelings while we're on the job. You'll do worse if you don't put your all into it but I'm sure you know that." He smiled.
"And if you do slip up, I'll have your back. I mean. It's not like we're B-F-F's or whatever." He laughed as he wiped a tear from his right eye, rubbing it as if he just got finished bawling.
"It's just that we might suffer from a fate worse than death."
"awww, someone has gotten a case of feelings" Junko teased. she unholstered her repair tool that came from roy and held it up for him to see.
" Im Thukker, i Don't go down easy. but don't worry, if you go down, i'll give you special attention" she said with a wink.
Finally reaching the armory, Roy gave Junko a pat on her back. "Let's gear up."
she nodded and split ways. the small talk helped to regain her confidence and she made it show with her walking, she passed by a drone who was monitoring a weapons cache and stoped in front of it.
"Junko, J51-7 requesting the following gear:
K-2 nanohives
Nanite injector, Combat class
Codebreaker modules, install these on my current and other clones."
"processing request. what weapon would you also equip?"
'hmmm, im taking it easy with this clone for a while, so i'll need something accurate...
Rail rifle? no, i need firepower when i need it, not when a charge is needed.
Assault rifle? reliable, but takes too many nanites to replenish ammunition
Combat rifle? maybe, when i need more bullets downrange, i'll use them after this clone is done
Scrambler rifle? perfect for me now, maybe later i'll exchange for the Combat rifle'
"...Viziam Scrambler rifle. but attach the boundless combat rifles to my other two clones, will ya?" she responded. the drone made a series of chirps and then moved on.
"will do, J51-7"
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9033
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Posted - 2014.03.29 11:20:00 -
[47] - Quote
Once again Kador was reborn into the world, his fleshing knitting together as thousands of nanites composed his very physical being in an instant. It was a gift from God to be able to be reborn time and time again reaffirming one's Faith, their vows of duty and service, and their very existence, and one that he most certainly did not take for granted.
It was odd to consider in the very moment he became aware of himself that he was nothing more than a swirling mass of nanites, the soft and fleshy organs that formed the being he was, and that as his mind raced to the simple realisation of exactly what he was, that his features were being formed as one might shape clay for a sculpture. As his body neared completion a single sublime arc of pain raced up his spine as the drop suit melded with his spine.
He preferred it that way, many clones disliked the fusion of the Dropsuit into their bodies on such a fundamental level, either due to the invasive, and constantly self affirming presence of the spinal link, or perhaps the pain of the initial connection, which he was told, by those who rarely used such methods, was extremely painful.
However the armour was heavy.....heavier than it had felt during the Bloodhunt. It was as if his limbs are stone, his shoulders were stiff and unresponsive, his neck cracked as he rolled it about in an arc. It was an oppressive weight to be sure, something he was not familiar with.....but that was nothing before the majesty of the Ak.0 dropsuit.
His own personal temple, a temple that housed the very physical manifestation of the Atash Classiarii, the "Fire of the Soldier", the symbol of his order.
And then he was whole.
Light flooded his eyes but the drop suits advanced photo processors cleared his vision in an instant, as static golden HUD's formed the core of his vision feeding information through the three primary sensors in the Comando Suit's visor, indicating the status of his environment and his allies.
He stood. It was an odd sensation transferring from a standard leisure clone to a combat clone. Traditionally he stood a little over six feet, exactly how he had been as a mortal....but clad in the Commando armour of his people he towered over mortal and immortal alike, standing at full height at some seven and a half feet.
He glanced about the room. Ventus was whole, and had already pounced on the Matari woman..... unsurprising he considering briefly, they cannot help themselves, and rutting dogs cannot control their urges, neither too a Gallentean....
Galm was combat ready. Seeing the man Kador almost let out a sudden uncontrollable burst of laughter. He had heard the Caldari had replicated the technology the Amarr prided themselves on....but the results. Previously the Caldari had cut a dangerous figure out of the suit.....but in it he looked ridiculous.
Standing not ten metres away was Satja. She looked so small to him now..... oddly enough he found this fitting. This was who he was. The mortal form he took was a pleasant change of pace but in this body he was what he had always meant to be. A weapon for his God, a fire of righteous fury, clad in impervious purified armour.
The look on her face was one of pure awe.... and though he might never know she felt exactly the same way..... through her eyes he must have looked and imposing figure of 20mm armour plates and holy sigils.
With a quick twist he removed the helmet, saw through his own eyes for the first time in that body.
He addressed the tech curtly, but not unkindly, he knew the effect immortals had on mortals and did not wish to upset or scare the man.
"If you would bring the requested weaponry."
The man barely managed to stammer back a response..... "But.... Templar...you aren't deploying for ano....."
Kador tried to give the man a reassuring smile. " It pleases me to be combat ready at all times."
A few minutes later the tech returned pushing a tray with weaponry. He made to present they to the Templar but he waves him away and bade him his thanks. It was not the man's duty to do any more than he had.
Already knowing what he expected of her Satja presented the armaments to him as he T-posed, allowing her access to the mag locked cradle. He looked down with a certain pride. The Scrambler Rifle was a deep navy blue "Stormvein" Carthum Assault Scrambler Rifle, embossed with lines of deep gold, and shot through with pure marble lines, jagged, strangely geometric in their chaos. It was a work of art by the standard of fire arms. As much a symbol of the Faith as it was a tool of murder.
She made back to the table and returned holding in her hands his elaborately carved and custom fit Imperial Viziam Laser Rifle.
She bore the Viziam Laser Rifle well despite its weight, dextrously slotting the weapon into the cradle and activating the mag locks, before presenting him the Carthum Assault Scrambler Rifle, then began inserting the cells into the dispenser unit at his waist, keeping the Carthum's cell to his left hip, while the Viziam cell's went to the right hip.
With that she stepped back, bowed her head in prayer. As did he, finishing with his own favoured excerpt, and with a certain joy he saw the same mirrored on the Matari woman's lips. She was learning.
In his typically manner he began a series of ritualised calisthenics, stretching the muscles and keeping the limber. While the physical fatigue of his former body was now gone, a benefit of this clones vastly superior physiology, the mental fatigue remained and he could feel a head ache coming upon him.
He was combat ready, and would remain so until the mission was complete.
"Galm left you those." She said pointing at the table, to which he grunted back an affirmation to put them into service.
"Are you ready?" She asked him.
"A fool question to ask me little one." His simple response. " All Classiarii are made ready."
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
44
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Posted - 2014.03.29 13:09:00 -
[48] - Quote
"Saisa, Mr. Fae" responds Ermac as he stops infront of him and copys the salute but with more vigor.
"I heard that you want to go alone to the bridge. I thought that it would be a better idea if 2 of us could do that part of the mission just to make sure that nothing happens."
Ermac didn't know that man, nor did he have any idea how he is going to react to his offer to help him, but to be quiet frank is that not important for him.
What is important is that he knew that he would end as the 5th wheel on the wagon when it came to the artifact, and sending one comrade alone without someone to cover his back is never a good idea.
That and he was a little curious about that man, and why he was so fixated on the Templar.
The info of what happend to the ship, is just a nice extra for the job
Ermac stretches his armored hand out towards Galm and asks:" I hope that this partnership will end in great success comrade wouldn't you agree?"
And let's hope that we can get each other out of the ship before they decide to just leave us there. |
Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
710
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Posted - 2014.03.29 13:32:00 -
[49] - Quote
As Jacques floated he in the canister he became relaxed, more relaxed than he had been for some time. As he could feel the pain of connecting with his dropsuit he began to drift off. He started to dream, but was awake fully. He began to see himself as a child on Dantumi. Remembering his parents and their love.
He felt good, but then the boy in front of him turned black. Blacker than space itself. He became a monster killing both of his parents then disappearing. Jacques was calm, until the shadowy figure appeared in front of him smiling as it joked him. Jacques was gasping until he felt the sharp pain of the neural link. The link had awakened him from his dream like state.
As Jacques began to move around he could feel the weight of the C.ko sentinel suit. As he began to do a functions check he stood up very fast terrifying the technician beside him. Jacques suit was unlike most he had removed most armor around the waist and the legs to free his movement. He depended heavily on his shields and speed. The suit was adorned with the carbon black curves of the winds flowing throughout his suit.
He saw the templar along with others he had seen in the blood hunt mission. He felt a since of comrodery with them. He looked at the tech asking, "May I get my weapons now gentleman?" The tech looked strangely calm now and replied, " Yea sure you have any changes to the list you gave us?" Jacques was surprised with the techs ability "Why yes instead of a magsec can you give me a Kaalakiota bolt pistol?" The tech not looking at the merc gave a thumbs up then proceeded to work.
A few moments later drones came with a cart with Jacques full combat load. He began loading DU rounds for his hmg into his backpack along with the iridium rounds for his bolt. He attached his flux grenades to his left shoulder for easier access. He then proceeds with picking up the bolt pistol scanning it over doing functions checks and checking for damage.
He then holsters it onto the right side of his right thigh. He felt good he felt strong as he picked up his Boundless hmg. He began to check it also finding no problems other than it was matari made. Jacques began to head out, " Thanks techy keep up the good work." The tech gave a head nod and continued on.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
20
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Posted - 2014.03.29 13:33:00 -
[50] - Quote
He could feel his conscience separate from his current body. His mind was screaming at him to fight it, to go back into his body. CJ had to will himself to separate and allow himself to float into the void. He had heard from other mercs that the transfer was pleasant, relaxing even. Jester had yet to experience a transfer that he would describe as pleasant or relaxing.
He felt like he was in a hallway and the walls were slowly collapsing, choking off his air supply and his chance for escape. He felt a weight pulling on him, trying to drag him into the depths of the void. The mercenary had to use every bit of his will power to drag himself away from the pit and towards the feeble light at the end of the hallway. They always said the transfer only took a moment which others claimed was nearly instantaneous. To Noah it felt like he was struggling for hours, being dragged down by something that didnGÇÖt want him to leave.
Jester awoke in a body almost identical to the one he had left behind. The only difference was that the one he currently inhabited was biologically and mechanically enhanced. It took him a moment to gather himself and gain his bearings. The whole time he was gathering himself several drones and the tech were going through final checks. In the back of his mind he could hear someone addressing him.
GÇ£Everything checks out, or at least I think it does. YouGÇÖre suit isGǪunusual.GÇ¥
The magnetic clamps suspending the mercenary in the air released its grasp with a hiss. He landed on his feet, easily finding his balance. CJ pulled up the readings on his suit to find that everything was running normally.
GÇ£Sorry about that, its not a stock suit, but everything is fine.GÇ¥
The suit he was wearing was a hybrid, made up of a combination of Gallente and Matari tech. The suit resembled a sleeker version of the Minmatar medium frame completely stripped of all paint and non essential components, only the silver metal and necessary components remained. The rough edges of the Minmatar suit had been rounded and smoothed out. The large backpack had been removed, leaving only the armor plating over the spine. The stripped down nature of the suit left the shield generators exposed on the back and arms. The largest deviation in the suit was in the helmet he had tucked under his arm. Jester had replaced the standard Minmatar helmet with one that looked almost Ammarian in design with a thin T shaped visor and elegant flowing lines. The suit traded off speed in favor of stronger shields. It was no better or worse than any of the other available suits just something different.
The Tech handed him a black piece of cloth that he attached to his waist, it fell to just above his knees. In the middle of the sash was the silver symbol of the Angel Cartel. He wore it not out of loyalty to the cartel but as a reminder of what he had done in his previous life.
Just as he was about to leave the stasis room he felt a hand grasp his shoulder. He turned to see Galm.
Galm Fae wrote:"Alright... CJ, is it?" he asked, coming up behind him and placing a hand on Noah's shoulder, "I'm ready to board the transport as soon as my clones are loaded."
Galm gave him a quick thumbs up, letting his rifle dangle freely from his chest strap as he turned away. Besides his rifle, the Caldari was weighed down by several boxes of ammunition, the Thale sniper loaded in steel rucksack, and a compact nanohive that was fixed to his lower back ready to release a swarm of nanites that could repair his armor and replenish his cache at will. With all of this equipment, it seemed hard to remember that he was the same short Civire who stepped into his stasis pod mere moments ago.
As he steeled himself for the coming mission, he noticed Ermac approaching him from the armory.
GÇ£We still have an hour before we leave, but IGÇÖm glad to see you are prepared. You look better in the armor.GÇ¥ It was quite the sight to see a heavy suit so laden with equipment. GÇ£You know we can get drones to carry the ammunition.GÇ¥ Being prepared was one thing, Galm was taking it to the extreme CJ saw Ermac approaching and decided to leave the two alone and headed into the armory, he still had to grab his equipment.
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1540
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Posted - 2014.03.29 18:20:00 -
[51] - Quote
Roy grew impatient with waiting for everyone. Sergamon didn't come in but he didn't think it mattered much.
Here goes nothing...
"You guys trying to fail this mission?"
Roy gave a dramatic pause. Letting them think about his words.
"The way you're acting. Here we are, a group of right mercenaries who've been contracted by some group because we have outstanding reputation. Look around you and think about that for a second. Something weird is going on but that's only the half of the issues. The rest comes from you guys. We need to act like a team. Right now, I don't trust the majority of you enough to shoot a dog. How do I know if you'll save my ass? How do you know if I'll save your ass? We can't go out there facing an unknown threat like we're invincible when the mission intel clearly states different."
"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
423
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Posted - 2014.03.29 19:00:00 -
[52] - Quote
Nightmare images started appearing instanly, when the transition of consciousness start.
Blood red sky,man covered in blood and a child in chains standing on a cliff, 2 kids fist fighting to the death, gallente navy officer beaten to death.
Whole time deep hollow voice says over and over again " Erase"
Sergamon wake`s screaming "Stop them",look around and realizes he`s in fresh clone.
Sergamon checks his gears , dren c-1 dropsuit,dren ar,staple dropuplink,Enhanced Cardiac Regulator,Enhanced Shield Extender,Enhanced Light Damage Modifier,and also his faithful toxin smg.
Last thing sergamon checks,that his little insurance is planted on his dropsuit and join the others.
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1413
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Posted - 2014.03.29 20:31:00 -
[53] - Quote
The armory quickly began filling up with mercs flowing out of the deployment room, some conversing with each other, like Ermac and Galm, and some gearing up for the battle, like himself and Kador. Drones buzzed around delivering all the equipment and weaponry requested by the mercenaries, carrying each piece of gear in large metal racks high on the ceiling to avoid collisions with any of the people present.
One of them delivered Denak's requested gear.
First he collected his shotgun, the specialist variant given by the Federal Marines from their store. From the outside it looked like any other CreoDron manufactured shotgun with the corporation logo plastered quite obnoxiously on the blast shield and the pitch black paintjob with the glowing orange parts of the cyclotron reactor. But the software utilized within the weapon was extremely advanced, minimizing power need while retaining its firepower. Combined with the very power-hungry cloaking system, the shotgun was a perfect match. The moment his hand's gripped on the grip and side handle, its systems synched up with the dropsuit connected to it, activating the reactor with an orange glow and a low, steady hum. Swinging it around a few times and feeling the metal surface with his fingers, he eventually placed the shotgun to rest down on its side next to him, instantly powering down the moment he let go.
Next came his backup weapon, the trusty Matari-made submachine gun. It had no tricks up its sleeve, no special firing mechanisms or streamlined software, the only remotely high-tech feature of the weapon were the standard target intel system, and the flip-up holographic sight. Other than that, all it did was send a massive stream of bullets down range when the operator squeezed the trigger, which was perfect for the situations Denak intended it to be used in.
One the final run, the drone gave him the explosive devices, two M/1 Locus grenades and three remote explosive charges, all of them making their own distinct beep as he activated and tested their firing mechanisms. His cortex gave an OK signal on all of them, giving a small nod to himself as he maglocked the explosives around his belt. He was going to proceed with checking his cloaking systems, when he heard the sudden voice of Roy trying to address all the mercenaries:
"You guys trying to fail this mission?"
'Excuse me?', Denak thought, instantly snapping his gaze towards the Gallente and stopping what he was doing, the three slits of his scout helmet peering over him thoroughly.
"The way you're acting. Here we are, a group of right mercenaries who've been contracted by some group because we have outstanding reputation. Look around you and think about that for a second."
'Really?'
"Something weird is going on but that's only the half of the issues. The rest comes from you guys. We need to act like a team. Right now, I don't trust the majority of you enough to shoot a dog."
'Uh huh?'
"How do I know if you'll save my ass? How do you know if I'll save your ass? We can't go out there facing an unknown threat like we're invincible when the mission intel clearly states different."
At the end of his internal monologue, Denak canted his head to the side slightly while keeping his gaze fixated at Roy, a quiet sigh muttering through his lips. Normally he would ignore such questions, but something about Roy always ticked him off, and he couldn't hold himself anymore. Seeing as nobody else had spoken yet, Denak decided to be the first one to do so:
"My last deployment wasn't much different and we came through alive", he started as he stood up and took a few steps forward from the corner he was sitting in to be more towards the center of the group. His arm waved around to gesture towards Hawkeye, Ermac, Galm, Jacques and Kador.
"I have fought with and against over half the people present in this room, and I know what they are capable of. I can personally trust my life in their hands", he continued as he was standing a few meters away from Roy, glancing at everyone he had his trust in. Compared to Denak's scout dropsuit, Roy's packed more height and slightly more muscle around the bones, but both had their signature Gallente design.
"I, however, do not know you, nor have I ever seen you in battle. It takes more than just small-talk to gain my trust. But no, I will not ditch you the moment you turn your back, we are, or we should be, professionals here," he further explained with a firm voice. And from that, he suddenly snapped his head towards Galm.
"Speaking of being professional, stop being a **** to Kador before I rip your head off", he warned with a very hostile tone, he was getting agitated. He paused for a brief moment after that line, taking a deep breath in before his head turned back towards Roy.
"Suffice to say every one of us have been through some tough situations throughout our careers. If you do not feel like you can trust us with your life, or that we can trust you with our lives, the exit is over there. Thank you."
After giving a brief gesture towards the exit hallway, he turned back around on his heels to take a seat in his corner again, resuming his equipment check.
'P'fogadal p'vamulaavy.'
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
711
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Posted - 2014.03.29 21:23:00 -
[54] - Quote
Jacques walked behind Denak dwarfing the scout. " Nice speech Denak. I wonder how long he'll last in that cursed ship?" As Denak was checking his equipment Jacques asked, " So you think that shotgun will help? Personally I'm suspecting rogue drones in the ship better be careful."
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
96
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Posted - 2014.03.29 21:28:00 -
[55] - Quote
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...
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
239
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Posted - 2014.03.29 22:56:00 -
[56] - Quote
' well, i'll do my equipment check near the ship' Junko said to herself, looking around, she could sense a grand sort of hostility between some of the more hardened members of her team. she wanted to chat with them if at least for a while, but now it wasn't the time.
Instead, she sent a small message via NeoCOM to all the current members of her squad
it read:
Kill yourselves or fight together. but regardless of which option you pick it's going to be my role as a logistics operator to keep you guys alive. Never cared much for the grudges you held but truth be told, its getting out of hand. i know im not capable to proving my worth to you guys yet, but at least know i'll do my job as best i can, despite my initial setbacks.
so just liven up, enjoy the scenery while we got the chance.
im heading out of the armory, towards the hangar and having a chat with the people responsible for getting us to where we need to go, see if they need help with pre-flight checks, miscellaneous goods and so on. if you want to help, you know where to find me. |
Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
711
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Posted - 2014.03.29 23:32:00 -
[57] - Quote
Jacques listened as Hawk-eye voiced his opinion and replied, "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 sat his hmg down for a chat.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
96
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Posted - 2014.03.30 00:48:00 -
[58] - Quote
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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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
711
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Posted - 2014.03.30 01:07:00 -
[59] - Quote
Jacques picked up some lubricant and began to squirting it in the hmg's chamber. He started racking the monstrous weapon back and riding the bolt forward and repeated two more times. He sat the hmg down again then turned to Hawk-eye saying, "Need any lubricant? And you make a valid point I agree about that the shotgun might be the best choice for a scout this mission. The real question is what will be fighting? Pirates? Sansha's Nation somehow? Drones? Or worst of all possibly sleepers? That would terrify me honestly.
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1540
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Posted - 2014.03.30 01:53:00 -
[60] - Quote
Roy stepped forward into the center to confront Denak, smiling as if he enjoyed the response. He even giggled at the man barking off to Galm. He bit his lip softly before grunting with satisfaction.
"I would leave, but I'd prefer to see the train wreck in effect just so that if we do die, in the afterlife, I can tell you I told you so."
Roy cocked his head while lifting his eyebrow in curiosity.
"I don't think we're very different, Mr. Kalamari. It's just that you're full of **** and you don't even know it. I mean. At least I know I'm an a-hole but you...You. For someone who's supposedly well-experienced, you lack the knowledge that usually separates the greenhorns from the vets."
"Communication is key. Simply being able to say, yes, no, confirmed in a battle doesn't make a team work. It's the thorough communication that goes on. Professionals understand this. You don't. Already, there's a good amount of hostility on the team. But sure that doesn't affect the mission as long as everyone's a professional, right? Or what about not knowing the weaknesses and strengths of your squadmate? Or what about understanding how they each fight? Or how they feel? What the f-ck have you learned in your life as an immortal? It's as simple as getting on the field and shooting? In fact, I've been criticized in leadership positions strictly for not being able to communicate with my team properly on several occasions. I was too distant. Does that sound familiar, hot shot?"
Roy rubbed the bridge of his nose and giggled again.
"But someone would think that you know everything from the manner in which you speak. Only deepens the question to why we're here. But you don't care, do 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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