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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
14
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Posted - 2014.03.24 00:57:00 -
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GÇ£I donGÇÖt agree with that, they will be untrained as a unit. Their inclusion puts the mission in jeopardy. We can recall our other teams.GÇ¥
Another voice answered promptly, it was cold, almost metallic sounding. GÇ£This find is to important. We do not have the luxury of waiting. It will take 48 hours to move our own teams in place, they can be on site in half the time.GÇ¥
GÇ£I donGÇÖt trust them,GÇ¥ the first voice now had a tinge of irritation to it.
GÇ£The decision has already been made, they will be here in 6 hours.GÇ¥
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7 hours ago
A message is received on your neocom
Greetings Immortal,
We are requesting your services to help us resolve an issue. The issue is time sensitive and requires your immediate response. You come highly recommended by several reputable sources. Below you will find a contract as well as terms for payment. If you accept the contract 1/3 of the payment will automatically be transferred to your account and further instructions will follow. We hope to see you soon.
Upon accepting the contract a message appears instructing you to be at a specific hanger number within the hour. Upon arriving the hanger contains only a small shuttle and a pilot standing patiently by. They approach you asking to verify your ID, handing you a data pad. The pilot explains that the data pad contains the mission briefing and that you are expected to study its contents while they shuttle you to another location.
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Mission Intel
Roughly 12 hours ago we lost contact with an exploration and salvage vessel in WH space. They had discovered what we believe to be a derelict Yan Jung Battleship. The crew reported no Sleeper activity and boarded the vessel. Just before loosing contact with the crew they reported finding an artifact in the cargo hold of the ship. Your mission is to recover the artifact as well as the navigational data on board the Yan Jung ship.
We would like to make it clear that the primary objective is the retrieval of the artifact and not the rescue of the salvage crew. The WH is starting to deteriorate and by the time you get there you will have roughly 6 hours to complete the mission. Included in the intel is the layout of both ships. The salvager is a Noctis class salvage ship produced by ORE. The layout for the Yan Jung ship is incomplete only covering the lower half of the ship. Also included in the data pad is a list of the other mercenaries you will be working with.
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Space Station (present)
Upon exiting the shuttle you are greeted by an attendant who welcomes you, and informs you that all forms of communication with anyone outside the station have been blocked. They are wearing a simple suit with no identifying marks. They explain that it is for safety and security reasons. They ask you to follow them to the third conference room before turning on their heels and proceeding at a brusque pace. The walls of the station are a pristine white and in the air is the faint smell of antiseptic cleaner. The attendant brings you to the third conference room motioning for you to enter.
The room mirrors the aesthetics of the rest of the station. In the center of the room is a huge 30-foot glass table but there are no chairs. In one corner of the room are two people, a man and a woman speaking to one another.
GÇ£DidnGÇÖt think you would be on this one CJ,GÇ¥ she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face. She was short, maybe 5GÇÖ1, she was dressed in combat fatigues. Her appearance and facial tattoos suggesting that she was Minmatar, specifically a member of the Brutor tribe.
GÇ£Yeah, me neither.GÇ¥ The man sounded slightly annoyed. He stood more than a foot taller than the woman, but his back was turned to the door. He was wearing a ragged looking pair of sweats with a tank top draped over his left shoulder. GÇ£I was in the middle of the psych testing when they pulled me out.GÇ¥ Psychological testing was performed on all agents after a mission was completed. They were usually given at least a few days of rest to mentally recover.
GÇ£Are you going to be good?GÇ¥ the woman asked, the look of concern still on her face. She knew the answer, he passed the tests, he always did. The man just gave a shrug of his wide shoulders and gave her a smile.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
247
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Posted - 2014.03.24 04:56:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:
Upon accepting the contract a message appears instructing you to be at a specific hanger number within the hour. Upon arriving the hanger contains only a small shuttle and a pilot standing patiently by. They approach you asking to verify your ID, handing you a data pad. The pilot explains that the data pad contains the mission briefing and that you are expected to study its contents while they shuttle you to another location.
Pixie > Just undocked from Yulai. I'll be at the facility soon
The Wolf > Anything strike you about the crew?
Pixie > What do you mean?
The Wolf > Nothing... I just want to know what's on your mind.
Pixie > What's on my mind is that this mission is going to get us the funds to redeploy to Molden Heath. What's on my mind is that once we can cover the bill for your pilot's licence we can have you back out there dropping warheads on foreheads and supporting the fleet.
Pixie > Mobius stuck his neck out for this merger, and I owe Niina some proof that it will be worth it.
The Wolf > You really think this deal will rake in that much?
Pixie > Did you see those figures they forwarded us? If this corporation is willing to pay that much to retrieve an artifact, then we can fetch an even bigger price just selling the intel on whatever we pull out of that ship.
The Wolf > I'm just wondering if you have the same feeling that I've got.
Pixie > What, now you decide to worry about me? You think you can just come back and pretend that I mean anything to you?
The Wolf > Galm. Listen, please. Just tell me if you're thinking what I'm thinking.
The Wolf > Talk to me buddy.
The Wolf > Please.
Pixie > I'm thinking why would they ask for soldiers to complete a salvage mission.
Quote:GÇ£DidnGÇÖt think you would be on this one CJ,GÇ¥ she said with a slightly concerned expression on her face. She was short, maybe 5GÇÖ1, she was dressed in combat fatigues. Her appearance and facial tattoos suggesting that she was Minmatar, specifically a member of the Brutor tribe.
GÇ£Yeah, me neither.GÇ¥ The man sounded slightly annoyed. He stood more than a foot taller than the woman, but his back was turned to the door. He was wearing a ragged looking pair of sweats with a tank top draped over his left shoulder. GÇ£I was in the middle of the psych testing when they pulled me out.GÇ¥ Psychological testing was performed on all agents after a mission was completed. They were usually given at least a few days of rest to mentally recover.
GÇ£Are you going to be good?GÇ¥ the woman asked, the look of concern still on her face. She knew the answer, he passed the tests, he always did. The man just gave a shrug of his wide shoulders and gave her a smile.
Galm entered the conference room, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he set his dufflle bag on the table in the center of the room. He carefully unzipped the bag and one by one began to pull out his weapons and assemble them. He snapped two halves of a rifle together and placed the fully assembled sniper in front of him.
Galm wasn't a particularly striking man. His moderate height and neutral facial features gave him a certain level of racial ambiguity that was normally reserved for ethnic Gallente. Only after a decent amount of time could one determine that we was in fact of (mostly) Civire origin. His olive flight jacket must have sported more than thirty different patches from various combat units, though none seemed more coveted than the red Mordu's Legion crest that sat on his right shoulder.
"Saisa," Galm grumbled to the Matari, not even looking up from his sniper as he pulled back the bolt to check the action.
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
699
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Posted - 2014.03.24 13:20:00 -
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At work give me a till lunch
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1370
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Posted - 2014.03.24 19:16:00 -
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Quote:Greetings Immortal,
We are requesting your services to help us resolve an issue. The issue is time sensitive and requires your immediate response. You come highly recommended by several reputable sources. Below you will find a contract as well as terms for payment. If you accept the contract 1/3 of the payment will automatically be transferred to your account and further instructions will follow. We hope to see you soon.
'Another contract, no issuer. Hm, I guess I'm a valued commodity then.'
Denak sat atop the desk on his mercenary quarters, the pale blue light of the Neocom illuminating otherwise dark room, highlighting the wrinkles and scars apparent on his face. It had only been two days from his last special contract and now it was already going for another one. But more ISK was always welcome, so it didn't take long for him to decide to accept the contract and get deployed.
In less than an hour, Denak had already accepted the contract, packed his belongings and headed for the designated hangar, his trip with the shuttle didn't take that long either.
As soon as he stepped out of the shuttle, Denak scanned his surroundings. Seeing a familiar face made him somewhat relieved, giving Galm his usual slight bow of head and a greetingnin Intaki.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
415
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Posted - 2014.03.24 21:06:00 -
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Sergamon wakes up covered all-over in sweat, "Another night,another nightmare even med`s dont keep them away anymore" sergamon thinks by himself. Blinging of a Neocom intterrups sergamons thoughs," another contract and another chance to find peace" is last thought in sergamons head before getting the gear ready and accepting the contract.
Sergamon steps inside the room,looking any signs of threats/danger. After seeing that there is no threat sergamon loosen up his grip on toxin smg,what is hidden under his black cloaked robe. Silently sergamon move to the right corner of the room,put his gear down and starts observe the people and happenings in the room. (sorry my grammar)
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.25 00:14:00 -
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Junko entered the conference room, dressed in casual attire, with her pilots wristcomp firm on her right hand.
before she entered, she lightly grasped the bone on her tribal necklace and took a deep breath.
"event horizon" she said and walked inside, immediately recognizing Denak.
"how do you do?" she said to him and pulled up a chair a seat away from denak, she went over the intel they gave her eariler when she was in the shuttle, and pulled out a small notebook, and began planning out a route.
Quote:'easiest place would have to be in the top section of the wreck, large hole, easy access. extra tanks of oxygen needed to refill the corridors again. could take a few from Jun-mai, but i think she's not up for another WH op.
Large ship, power most likely out, large distance needed to traverse. could use Trojan modules, insert allies in key locations. risky, possibility of drone intervention.
Modified heavy-class dropship, caldari variant resistant to drones in this section of WH space. fast insertion, fast exfil. no, need crew, more expenses, maybe jacob, rataaki, and oman can join?'
hmmm i need some tea around here" junko said to herself, as she once again looked out towards the other teammates, once again looking at denak. for some reason, she asked bluntly.
"that special op did a number on you, didn't it?" |
Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1506
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Posted - 2014.03.25 00:28:00 -
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"And so there I was, falling out of the sky after hijacking the assault dropship hovering above the rooftop over the communication station. Noien was damn near defeated. I could tell despite the distance. He leaped over a barricade and chucked a grenade behind him to keep them at bay while his shields repaired themselves. They were getting ready to chuck a grenade until... THWOOP, I touched down right behind them. Before they could turn around. Before they could even twitch, I sprayed them down with my assault rifle."
"That's not exactly how it went, Roy." Noien said from across the card table in the seedy little room.
"Well did I save your ass or not?"
"Well. Technically. You distracted them long enough for me to penetrate them with my combat rifle. I mean, you made a good landing. I'd give it a seven out of ten, but you didn't take them down by yourself."
"But I saved your ass right?"
The others sitting at the table laughed and chuckled under the dim lights.
Roy Ventus sat on the other end of the table in a black cargo jacket, unzipped, with a skull and crossbones graphic placed on his white shirt underneath.
"And now that I think about it, you didn't mean to hijack that dropship either, it was on accident."
"Oh. What's that? Sorry. I got some new mail on neocom. Looks like a contract." Roy said as he pulled his neocom out of one of his zippers and scanned it.
Noien folded his arms and tilted his head; a bit interested in the contract. Roy mumbled to himself, making unintelligible noises.
"Well what does it say? Who's it from?"
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Roy Ventus walked into the station with his sizeable dufflebag, wearing the same cargo jacket and shirt, along with some slim black pants, black and white sneakers, and silver band on his right wrist covered in inscriptions. A simple pair of black sunglasses adorned his face.
His face scowled at the smell of disinfectant, not enjoying the pungent chemical stench. Upon reaching the room, he walked over to the glass table and placed his dufflebag on top. Roy scan the room. He stopped as his eyes caught the character of a nervous man, jittery and cautious in the corner holding onto a SMG, like it's an extension of his soul. Roy took a cool stride across the white floor to shake the man's hands.
"Roy Ventus. Axis of Chaos. Former CEO of Foxhound Corporation. I'm an assault, what about you?"
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
415
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Posted - 2014.03.25 18:46:00 -
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[i]Roy Ventus walked into the station with his sizeable dufflebag, wearing the same cargo jacket and shirt, along with some slim black pants, black and white sneakers, and silver band on his right wrist covered in inscriptions. A simple pair of black sunglasses adorned his face.
His face scowled at the smell of disinfectant, not enjoying the pungent chemical stench. Upon reaching the room, he walked over to the glass table and placed his dufflebag on top. Roy scan the room. He stopped as his eyes caught the character of a nervous man, jittery and cautious in the corner holding onto a SMG, like it's an extension of his soul. Roy took a cool stride across the white floor to shake the man's hand
Sergamon watches very closely man`s every move,whe he approches him.
Sergamon watches man`s bodylanguage,when he graps the man`s arm with a strong grip."Peace with you,my brethren" Sergamon says.
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1521
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Posted - 2014.03.25 19:47:00 -
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Roy stood there for a few seconds, his hand still grasping Sergamon, as he analyzed him even more. If Sergamon was diligent enough, he would notice Roy's right eyebrow being raised ever so slightly over his sunglasses. Finally he spoke again.
"No need to close everyone out. I'll understand if you're paranoid and cynical, but in order for us to work properly as a team, we need you at least pretend you're a part of the team. Now what's your name and where you from?"
He let go of the man's hands and folded his arms to his chest, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the response.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1375
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Posted - 2014.03.25 20:22:00 -
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Denak was mostly focused on scanning his surroundings, observing as more and more mercenaries exited the shuttle and gathered around the conference room while leaning against a wall. Some faces looked familiar, others not so much, he had plenty of time to get to know them during deployment in any case. He was soon distracted though when he heard Junko address him. He politely bowed his head in greeting, keeping his arms tucked behind his back as he spoke:
"I'm good. I trust contracts have been good for you as well?"
As Denak gave a brief glance of the conference room, Sergamon's behavior caught his attention, especially when he was acting like he was about to be attacked, and definitely hiding a gun under his black robes. He gave a silent sigh to the man, uttering out a dismissive: "Amateur". Soon his attention was grabbed by Junko again when she spoke. In response he gave a nonchalant shrug, lifting a hand up to scratch his bearded chin.
"It was hectic at times, but nothing I can't handle." He spoke, glancing over to Sergamon again, this time talking to another man he wasn't familiar with. Being back in his leisure clone, all the physical damage his clones suffered during the last battle had long ago been biomassed. The mental stress the mission had on Denak took a little longer to recover from though.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
15
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Posted - 2014.03.25 21:31:00 -
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With the arrival of the mercenaries CJ and the woman ceased speaking. The man turned around to face the mercenaries as they arrived, pulling off two medical leads that were attached to his chest and put them into his pocket.
Quote:
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
GÇ£If they said they were going to handle it then I would trust them.GÇ¥ CJ approached Galm as he spoke, pulling his shirt on as he did. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt ask them how,GÇ¥ CJ had a knowing grin on his face. GÇ£As for the mission you will be told what you need to know.GÇ¥ CJ had spent the last 6 months working almost exclusively for the corporation, and he had learned pretty quickly to stop asking so many questions.
GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt bring anything you arenGÇÖt prepared to lose,GÇ¥ the woman finally spoke as she walked up behind CJ. She eyed the rest of the mercs, seeing several of them brining their own weapons brought a small frown to her face. GÇ£Some of them seem a littleGǪshaky. IGÇÖm supposed to put my faith in them?GÇÖ She said it quietly but it was still audible. She didnGÇÖt trust them, not because they werenGÇÖt skilled but because she wasnGÇÖt sure if she was pulling to put her life in their hands.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt worry about her, she gets a little cranky before an Op.GÇ¥ She punched him hard in the shoulder for the comment. CJ feigned being hurt by the punch laughing and rubbing his shoulder. He seemed to have a perpetual smile on his face. GÇ£IGÇÖm Jester, or CJ, either works. She goes by Cross,GÇ¥ CJ nodded his head towards the woman. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8881
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Posted - 2014.03.25 21:41:00 -
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It was cold as the pair entered the room.
The Templar garbed in his traditional roughspun tunic and leather breeches, an otherwise forgettable ensemble save for a single redeeming part. In traditional fashion Kador wore his crimson sash, denoting his status as a Templar Crusader of the Amarr Empire, however not the sash had been modified. Where once it was a plain silken fabric it new iteration had been adorned with elaborate golden stitching in the pattern of flames.
His green eyes scanned the room briefly, partly disinterested, partly concerned, but decidedly hollow and sunken. With a tired sigh he ran a single sunbronzed hand through his mid length dark hair. His features were classically Amarrian, there was no mistaking that.
Deep lines in his face that signified he would soon pass from his youthfulness into his elder year, where is experience and wisdom would be respected amongst his peers.
Beside him, somewhat overshadowed by his bulk came a younger woman, probably some years his junior. Unlike her master however she was something of a genetic melting pot. Features of Vherokior mixed with Brutor to form and oddly elegance face. A dark skinned heart shaped face, full lipped, strongly defined cheek bones, a petite nose and ears, long raven black hair combed over oddly, dangling down over her right shoulder concealing it from view.
She certainly wasn't classically beautiful. She was thin....stringy by most standard and well muscled, lacking any significant female curves or attributes. A slight scar ran across the bridge of her nose, long healed, but pale and noticeable enough to ruin the otherwise perfect symmetry of his face.
She wore similar garb. Simple white roughspun fabric that was loose and androgynous over her thin...almost stringy frame. Simple dark leath breeches and matching thigh high boots. Around her neck was a simple choker of silver, inlaid with flecks of golden Amarrad script.
"This way Satja" Kador's voice sounded formal, though not unkind.
The pair took a table close to the door, the woman offering the Templar as seat before taking her own.
The Templar buried his head in his arms and within the space of a minute quietly slipped into unconsciousness, with the Matari woman sitting dutifully over him, looking away every couple of seconds reading from a small scarred copy of Pax Amarria.
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
85
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Posted - 2014.03.25 22:47:00 -
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"... And then; we both ran up behind it, shoved the whole bag into the reactor duct, and then proceeded to blast the whole ship into it's component atoms!"
The man lent beck in his chair with a cocky smile on his face, and downed another gulp of cheep beer.
"Hmm... That... Is the biggest pile of bovine excrement I have ever heard." said another man, throwing a few chips onto the table.
"It's true I tell you!" the first replied.
Hawkeye looked up from his cards. "Richard, while your stories are very interesting, and have plenty of entertainment value, it's pretty obvious you are lying through your teeth."
His Neocom blinked.
"Just a second... neh, mail... notes... ahh...Ahh!"
The other two mercs looked up, their faces lighting up.
"What is it, SVER want you?"
"Someone gave you a wad 'o' cash?"
"Looovvvveeee mail?"
Hawkeye pushed his pile of chips into the pot, along with his cards. "Here, have some free chips" he said as he got up from the table.
"Who's it from?" Richard quickly asked.
"Doesn't say. Some bigwig corp, I guess"
* * * * *
Hawkeye stepped off the shuttle dressed in a pair of simple beige robes, half-carrying-half-dragging a bulky plastic case () with a number of serial numbers stamped on. He ignored the faint hospital-like stench as he slowly got closer to the conference room.
Inside the conference room there were already a number of mercs, some talking to each other, one clad in black robes standing in the corner; the faint bulges of a small weapon just visible, and one at a large glass table; assembling a set of weapons, carefully handling each individual piece like a parent would a baby.
Hawkeye slowly strode up to the table and, with some effort, lifted his case up and dropped it on the table with a slam. Small web like cracks appeared in the glass, extending just outside the boundaries of the case, but most were hidden by it's frame. he quickly opened the case to hide the rest visible cracks from view, relieving a disassembled heavy machine gun.
I'm not paying for that he thought to himself.
CONTRACTS:
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Remember, whenever we need muscle; we simply farm it out to our favourite band of shady missionaries...
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.25 22:50:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:Denak was mostly focused on scanning his surroundings, observing as more and more mercenaries exited the shuttle and gathered around the conference room while leaning against a wall. Some faces looked familiar, others not so much, he had plenty of time to get to know them during deployment in any case. He was soon distracted though when he heard Junko address him. He politely bowed his head in greeting, keeping his arms tucked behind his back as he spoke:
"I'm good. I trust contracts have been good for you as well?"
As Denak gave a brief glance of the conference room, Sergamon's behavior caught his attention, especially when he was acting like he was about to be attacked, and definitely hiding a gun under his black robes. He gave a silent sigh to the man, uttering out a dismissive: "Amateur". Soon his attention was grabbed by Junko again when she spoke. In response he gave a nonchalant shrug, lifting a hand up to scratch his bearded chin.
"It was hectic at times, but nothing I can't handle."
"hmm... mental recovery and all that jazz eh? I've been mostly hauling cargo, to and from Cal-space. you wouldnt believe the amount of planetary goods needed to bring the damaged sections of Malkalen Station back up to speed, much less the minerals needed to actually make the repairs. but Ishukone pays good, better than some of the contracts I've taken as a merc" Junko replied.
in the back of her mind, she could sense a bit of mental anguish coming from Denak, but chose to wave it off as post-battle stress.
back to her own notes, and looking over the mission intel, she then asked one more question:
"this mission...what do you think of it; simple smash and grab? or something other than turning rouge drones into scrap?"
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
43
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Posted - 2014.03.26 02:19:00 -
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Ermac lied on his couch and stared into the ceiling of his home quarters, he had earned himself a free day from his corporation and there was nothing to do except to wait for his delivery.
Which brings him to his problem, he was bored and he couldn't find anything that could end the monotony of this free day.
Maybe I should go to a club or a bar maybe get a few drinks. Or maybe I find an Arcade or something just something to help getting this damn day over!
His thoughts are being interupted by a signal from his NEOcom
Finally the suits are here!
Is the first thing that comes into his mind when he sees the symbol for a new message on the console, he opens it and reads it with a happy smile on his face which turns into a rather serious frown when he sees that it was an invitation to another "strange" mission.
He still remembers his last "odd job" in that Blood Raider infested Desert complex a few days ago, and the pain from all these damn knives, but this time does it seem to be a rather interesting job, where he could test his new equipment for sure.
Ermac presses the accept button and promptly receives another message that his new suits have arrived.
Seems like that this day has become far more exciting.
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Ermac get's out of the shuttle and enters the conference room, he wears a dark brown west with a black shirt underneath it and a pair of jeans, what he sees is a big group of people next to a very big glass table who are either talking to each other or where working on the weapons they brought in.
Some of them he did not know but he recognised his comrades from his last "interesting" job, which pleased him because that means that he can rely on them.
He moves closer to the table and grabs the datapad he got and reads again the details of the job while he trys to listen to the conversations around him. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
247
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Posted - 2014.03.26 03:22:00 -
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Clockwork Jester wrote:With the arrival of the mercenaries CJ and the woman ceased speaking. The man turned around to face the mercenaries as they arrived, pulling off two medical leads that were attached to his chest and put them into his pocket. Quote:
"You two know anything about this mission from our employer? I've been told they'll handle moving my clones and weapons into the burn zone but... I'd hate for them to lose my babies out there."
He sets down the Thale's sniper and begins to assemble the next, grinning like a proud parent.
GÇ£If they said they were going to handle it then I would trust them.GÇ¥ CJ approached Galm as he spoke, pulling his shirt on as he did. GÇ£Just donGÇÖt ask them how,GÇ¥ CJ had a knowing grin on his face. GÇ£As for the mission you will be told what you need to know.GÇ¥ CJ had spent the last 6 months working almost exclusively for the corporation, and he had learned pretty quickly to stop asking so many questions. GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt bring anything you arenGÇÖt prepared to lose,GÇ¥ the woman finally spoke as she walked up behind CJ.
Galm turned to face the woman. He opened his mouth to speak for a moment before shaking his head slightly and turning back to his gear.
"Obliged," he sighed plainly.
He found a chair and continued to sit for several minutes, watching more and more mercenaries enter the room one after the other. With each one, Galm gave them a glare of acknowledgement and a sarcastic tip of his nonexistant hat. When Denak entered the two shared a brief greeting in Intaki before Denak went about his business and Fae went back to reclining as far back in his seat as possible. When Hawk entered the room and set down his chaingun, Galm just barely caught a glimpse of several spider cracks splinter in the glass. He looked up at him for several seconds with a dead expression as the mercenary adjusted his case to hide it.
"... Thoroughly entertained..." Galm spoke, motioning to himself with a weak smile.
Kador was seemingly asleep in the corner, Satja cradling him not-quite-lovingly. Close to lovingly... But not quite lovingly. Subconsciously Galm's eyes were drawn to Satja's silver choker. It seemed to... Vulgar? No, not vulgar... More... Perverted to insist on wearing an article of clothing that speaks as a testament to the failure of your race whilst tending to a member of the party responsible. The choker was disgusting, by causation Kador was disgusting, and by contiguity Satja was disgusting. After a few seconds of sneering Galm realized that he had been staring at the two and forced himself to look away in fear of accidentally making eye contact.
I need to get myself one of those cloaking modules... It'd make people watching so much easier.
"Hey Kador!" Galm shouted, looking away, "Heard about what happened down there with those blood raiders. I mean... Who hasn't? Everyone on Yulai was talking about how much of a clusterf**k that turned out to be."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1377
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Posted - 2014.03.26 10:20:00 -
[17] - Quote
"Hmm... mental recovery and all that jazz eh? I've been mostly hauling cargo, to and from Cal-space. you wouldn't believe the amount of planetary goods needed to bring the damaged sections of Malkalen Station back up to speed, much less the minerals needed to actually make the repairs. But Ishukone pays good, better than some of the contracts I've taken as a merc."
Denak replied with a slight shrug and an annoyed look on his face, he didn't like people peering into his private matters. He switched his focus back to the mercenaries flowing out of the shuttle and filling up the conference room, keeping his hands hidden between his back and the wall behind, rolling a small piece of metal in them. Spotting Kador and Satja, he lifted his hand to give the couple a brief wave from across the room, even managing a brief smile before he switched his gaze to observe the other mercenaries present. Seeing Hawk-eye rest what was obviously an HMG on the glass table coaxed a perked up eyebrow of Denak.
'Why does everybody have to bring weapons with them?', he thought to himself, he never understood it. Once again his focus went back to Junko when she spoke once more.
"This mission, what do you think of it; simple smash and grab? Or something other than turning rogue drones into scrap?"
"I've grown to to expect nothing to go as planned when going on these kinds of deployments", was his simple reply, inhaling with a slight sigh. Denak did look a little exhausted from his last deployment, even though he had done barely any contracts after his Blood hunt. The battle was such a mess he was lucky he didn't end up being captured by the Raiders for a long time. Regardless he did his best to keep it in control, continuing to stand up straight and keep his posture straight.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
Top Men.
416
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Posted - 2014.03.26 12:27:00 -
[18] - Quote
Roy Ventus wrote:Roy stood there for a few seconds, his hand still grasping Sergamon, as he analyzed him even more. If Sergamon was diligent enough, he would notice Roy's right eyebrow being raised ever so slightly over his sunglasses. Finally he spoke again.
"No need to close everyone out. I'll understand if you're paranoid and cynical, but in order for us to work properly as a squad, we need you at least pretend you're a part of it. Now what's your name and where you from?"
He let go of the man's hands and folded his arms to his chest, cocking his head to the side as he waited for the response.
Sergamon answers"I`m not paranoid just cautious,place like new eden that is a virtue not a flaw. You can call me Draco and where i came is my own business" Now you could tell your own name? Sergamon ask
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
8939
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Posted - 2014.03.26 21:10:00 -
[19] - Quote
He is just dozing. He had intended to remain awake until the briefing.
As soon as his head hits the glass of the desk the weight of his eyelids is undeniable and he slips into a a few blissful moments of rest. He is very much awake of movement and voices around him but they are a meaningless rhythmic hum.
"Hey Kador!" Galm shouted, looking away, "Heard about what happened down there with those blood raiders. I mean... Who hasn't? Everyone on Yulai was talking about how much of a clusterf**k that turned out to be."
The mention of his name draws him back into the room in time of hear the rest of the halfbreed's condescending remark.
He blinks away the fatigue and gazes quickly around the room. Denak is there....a wonder he did not see him before.... Lord help him he was tired. Then Ermac, the youthful looking Caldari he had fought beside at the tank laager, the pair crippling the initial response time of the Blood Raiders armoured units.
Then those dull green eyes came to rest of Galm, hardening to chips of ice. He let out a long dismissive yawn.
Beside him Satja was tense. She'd never liked the man, something about certain immortals terrified her in a manner perhaps he did not or could not ever truly understand. And truely Kador disliked the man. He certainly did not hate him....but his mannerisms.... and what he had done.
He supposed it was no secret that his.....woman....had become immortal... no doubt on this cowards request. Had he selfishly destroyed her soul out of something so primal and base as fear? He supposed he would never know. All he did know is that he would never be so weak as to allow another to damn themselves in God's eyes.
The man was nothing special to the eye.....He appeared to be shorter than the Caldari, if he could call him Caldari at all, he was familiar with, messy auburn hair. He hard the look of a fighter. Harder than most men, but that was not something one would easily discern, it was a characteristic in the way a person carried themselves, a certain confidence, or arrogance, a look in the eye that bespoke violence.
The Templar hated Galm's eyes. The augmented irises that seemed to change hue simply irked him on a personal level.
Beside him, at his shoulder as if watching over him he considered somewhat abashed, somewhat flattered, was Satja, tense, biting back a remark and her lip. Again he found this oddly flattering. Amongst slaves he did not know of many who would defend their master regardless of circumstance.
She made to turn, unable to keep back he comment, but he stopped her, placing a reassuring hand on her exposed shoulder. As she whipped back, intending to round her frustration on him for a momment, the precisely combed hair slipped over her should explosing long ropy scars, and a section of burnt flesh that ran up he neck.
Her eyes widened for a momment in surprise, and she quickly brushed the hair over her shoulder. Perhaps she meant to take a knee before him and ask forgiveness, because she tried, in vain, to twist out of his grip.
"Sempre Pax little one" He said kindly, before continuing, not even deigning to respond to Galm directly. "Give the man no credence....and man judged unworthy to accompany us as a brother or as our equals deserves not our time."
With that he turned to the others.
"Ave Denak, Ermac it is good to see you both again. I am well met again"
Then to Galm.
Ave my..... "Caldari" friend.... Blessings be upon you."
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1524
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Posted - 2014.03.26 22:09:00 -
[20] - Quote
Addressing Sergmon, Roy went to a solid tone. "I already did. Roy Ventus of Axis of Chaos. But now that we've gotten that out of the way, how about we go and open up with the rest of the peanut gallery?"
Roy then pointed to the group conversing. If Sergmon would follow, Roy would speak up to the group first.
If Sergmon didn't follow, he would usher him over with a fanning motion of his right hand. For him, it didn't really matter if the man didn't want to.
"How's it going? The name's Roy Ventus. I'll be your cheeky assault." A grin, almost menacing, formed below his shaded eyes.
"This is Draco. He's cautious." Roy said as he pointed to Sergmon.
While the others responded, he took his time to scan them up and down. Because of his sunglasses, it was rather difficult for anyone to follow his eye movements.
An Amarr obviously
She must be Minmatar
The others are hard to detail...More than likely they're Caldari or Gallente. It'll be easy to tell once they open up their mouth. And that guy over there has a HMG...Oh wait did they stop talking?
"That's nice." Roy said while obviously not paying attention.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
43
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Posted - 2014.03.26 23:33:00 -
[21] - Quote
Ermac looked up from the datapad as he hears the comment about his last job.
The man who said that was a bit shorter than he is, and he had augmented eyes which made his right arm look like a metal club in technological comparison, but still as big as his mouth is does it not show how good he is, and trying to **** off Kador and a big part of the group that went in there didn't really help his image.
Oh man let's hope he shuts up before he get's into trouble we don't need even more tension in this group.
He then looks over to Hawkeye who cracked the table apparently causing Ermac to question why he even brought his damn HMG with him, but he decided to just let it slide and not to follow this chain of thought further.
As he hears the familiar voice of Kador greeting him, turns he around to face the man with his female companion he didn't know her but he saw that she was a minmatar most likely and pretty too but Ermac knew better.
She is his slave, a concept that he still didn't truly understood but whatever works for someone is not the his problem.
He decides to greet him in Caldari if he makes the effort to greet him in his mother tongue, just to be polite.
"Saisieni Templar Ouryon it's a good thing that we have some people here who know how to fight." |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
254
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Posted - 2014.03.27 02:35:00 -
[22] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
Ave my..... "Caldari" friend.... Blessings be upon you."
Galm sat forward in his seat slightly, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His face lit a deep red as he detected the spite in the Templar's voice when he spat the word 'Caldari.' He tried his hardest to force down the growing urge to walk out on this mission entirely before it had even began, eventually collecting his composure and reclining back in his chair once again. Galm slipped his hand into his jacket and drew on Kador.
Between the two of them sat Galms hand, positioned to look like a loaded pistol. With a wink Galm pretended to line up a shot on the Templar and Satja, each time pulling away while mouthing pewpew. Back and fourth he went, each time his smile growing wider and wider until he chuckled dismissively and threw his hands to his sides.
"You need to lighten up kaaserai. Maybe take your arvumaa dancing instead of dragging her into a room full of bloodthirsty immortals."
Galm shot a glance at Satja, biting the air slightly like a rabid dog. It was all an act of course, but anything to get under Kador's skin was worth it. He drew his eyes back to Kador, swapping his irises to a violent red.
"So... Tanks not doing it for you anymore? I mean... I'm sure you'll do just fine once we get in the ship. No big open spaces for you to **** yourself in. Then again, it's W space. Anything can happen out there."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.27 08:57:00 -
[23] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:
"I've grown to to expect nothing to go as planned when going on these kinds of deployments", was his simple reply, inhaling with a slight sigh. .
"even then, a little planning goes a long way, huh." Junko replied, lightly shrugging her shoulders. she wanted to lighten the guy up, thinking of giving a friendly pat in the back 'just relax, things will go well' she wanted to say
but she was in a room full of mercs, contract killers, templars, statesmen, soldiers, snipers, assassins etc; act as professional as she makes out of it, even if somehow, a dropship logistics pilot wouldn't belong.
She was about to turn back to her notes and resume until she heard Galm's remarks.
Galm Fae wrote:
"So... Tanks not doing it for you anymore? I mean... I'm sure you'll do just fine once we get in the ship. No big open spaces for you to **** yourself in. Then again, it's W space. Anything can happen out there."
she knew adamance, she heard of him throughout of their circles, argued, debated, never fought against or with the templar, but she, like all the other mercs, respected the man and his skill. she knew of the man's exploits with the special contract, and wished she could've done something, even if he hails from the very race she is supposed to hate.
that thinking was normal for being a trader before she became who she was now.
in her notes: she scribbled a small personal message for herself and then reactivated her comp, this time hailing one of her contacts:
"Kyo? hey its me, listen im cashing in that favor you owe me;
I need some info on the yan jung, yes the ancient bastards from Gal space.. everything; drones, structure layouts, basic information from your contacts. I got a mission for a smash and grab type mission, i need as many layouts of their architecture as possible."
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
703
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Posted - 2014.03.27 13:08:00 -
[24] - Quote
Jacques notices Kador and Galm and decides to have a chat. As he walked he noticed friends and foes amongst him examining each. As Jacques got near Kador he aggressively barged in and proceeded with reaching out with his hand for handshake, " Nice to work with you again Templar Kador. Just this time let me know if you need support. I'll come running just like on the war fronts."
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
416
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Posted - 2014.03.27 15:55:00 -
[25] - Quote
Sergamon watches when Ventus points at him,"What a fuk never needed spokes person before" Sergamon thinks by himself.
Sergamon raises his voice, and start to talk with deep voice " Attention mercs,we all have arrived here for a job"
Sergamon looks at denak and adamance "Some of you, i have seen in battle and know they are good what they do"
Sergamon take litle pause and continues "But some of you are strangers to others, and i personally like to know the people whom i work with"
Sergamon continue" I can start,You can call me Draco and i am your friendly assault/HAV driver"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
237
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Posted - 2014.03.27 17:14:00 -
[26] - Quote
Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon watches when Ventus points at him,"What a fuk never needed spokes person before" Sergamon thinks by himself.
Sergamon raises his voice, and start to talk with deep voice " Attention mercs,we all have arrived here for a job"
Sergamon looks at denak and adamance "Some of you, i have seen in battle and know they are good what they do"
Sergamon take litle pause and continues "But some of you are strangers to others, and i personally like to know the people whom i work with"
Sergamon continue" I can start,You can call me Draco and i am your friendly assault/HAV driver"
Junko looked at to the man who introduced himself and smiled, quitely putting away her notebook and turning down her wrist comp.
'Finally, someone friendly enough to introduce themselves' she thought as she waved out in response. she then stood up and smiled, scanning the room for other mercs.
"hello there: My name is Junko. Dropship Pilot, Logistics Specialist. I'm either flying a Myron or Saving some poor bastard's Clone from failing, something which i've gotten good at.
I'm also a trader as well. that usually means Contacts, and thats Information on the big hauls, Wanted goods and necessities, information on Wormhole spaces, pirate faction sites, relics you name it. i hope to use that information to make our lives a little easier if we are going to be doing this mission together. " |
Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
87
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Posted - 2014.03.27 18:08:00 -
[27] - Quote
Hawkeye looked up from the gearbox he was playfully tossing between his hands, gazing in the direction of Sergamon.
"I'm Hawkeye, don't be fooled by the name though, I probably couldn't see a MTAC if it was pressed against by face" he said, jokingly.
"All humour aside; I will be carrying a bloody big gun to keep any 'undesirable elements' as far away from us as possible. I can also play tunes with a verity of cutlery (mostly spoons), should the unlikely need arise".
He picked up a tuning screwdriver and started prodding several other components.
CONTRACTS:
'
Remember, whenever we need muscle; we simply farm it out to our favourite band of shady missionaries...
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
17
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Posted - 2014.03.27 20:34:00 -
[28] - Quote
Jester wasnGÇÖt interested in the introductions. Whatever he needed to know was already in the files they had been given earlier. The only thing that he cared about was how effective they were going to be during the mission. A personGÇÖs true character appeared in times of crisis.
GÇ£Good to see everyone gets along,GÇ¥ Jester said quietly to Cross.
GÇ£Yeah, they get along so well that two of them might kill each other before we even start, and three others are paranoid enough to bring weapons to a briefing.GÇ¥
CJ couldnGÇÖt help but laugh at that, GÇ£I can see it now, the whole room blown to hell, and us all dead before we even finish this briefing.GÇ¥
The young woman glared at him; unlike most of the others in the room she was not an immortal. GÇ£DonGÇÖt joke about that. I donGÇÖt come back from a bullet to the brain remember.GÇ¥
Jester just grunted, the vocal equivalent of shrugging his shoulders before giving her a stupid grin. Just as he did a hollow feeling appeared in his gut and his grin faded.
GÇ£Shows about to start.GÇ¥
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Mission briefing
With all of the mercenaries assembled the room suddenly grows dark. Only a few of the small lights in the floor illuminated the room. From the ceiling the gentle hum of machinery can be heard, followed by a large hologram forming in the center of the room.
The images of the Noctis class salvage ship floating next to the Yan Jung battleship materialize. The images float slowly rotating 360 degrees.
GÇ£Welcome mercenaries,GÇ¥ The voice is male, but it is slightly mechanical and computerized. GÇ£We hope that you have all reviewed the mission intel we provided you. We will now continue the briefing.GÇ¥ The robotic voice paused a moment before continuing. GÇ£You will be entering from this point. This will also act as your point of egressGÇ¥ The hologram lit up a section of the Noctis, its cargo hold. GÇ£The purpose of this mission is to recover an unknown artifact of ancient origin. The salvage team was in the process of removing the artifact from the cargo hold of the derelict ship when we lost contact.GÇ¥ A spot on the lower part of the Battleship lit up signaling the last known location of the artifact. GÇ£The artifact should be in protective case and is considerably heavy. It will most likely require two of you to carry the artifact.GÇ¥ Another spot on the abandoned Battleship lit up, this time near what remained of the top of the ship. GÇ£We believe this is where the bridge is located. We lost contact before the mapping could be completed. Your second primary objective is to retrieve the navigation computer from the bridge. Although how you complete the mission is up to you we recommend splitting into two teams.GÇ¥ The voice paused again for a moment.
GÇ£For those of you who are unaware Wormhole space can cause a multitude of technical issues. This mission will be unlike most of your other mercenary operations. Due to the nature of the wormhole we are only able to provide you with so many clones. A maximum of two spare clones has been allocated to each of you. If you run out of clones your conscience will be transported back here.GÇ¥ The hologram faded and the light in the room turned back on. GÇ£Please note that this mission is timed, the wormhole will only remain open for a finite period of time. If you get stuck in the wormhole there is no guarantee that killing yourself will transfer you to another clone.GÇ¥ The electronic voice ceased speaking, it was quickly replaced with a more pleasing female voice. GÇ£Please proceed to the armory by following the blue lights, your current clones will be held in stasis while you are transferred to combat clones. From there you will have one hour before you are to board the ship in hanger T-13.GÇ¥ The voice cut off and a series of blue lights illuminate a path along the ground.
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Armory
Just like everywhere else in the station the Armory is white and in pristine condition. The only difference is the constant hum of machinery. The armory is almost completely drone operated, not a single human is in sight. The drones are flying around the room, carrying crates and supplies in every direction. A small circular drone approaches the group and addresses the group.
GÇ£Mercenaries are to follow me to the stasis pods to begin the transfer into their combat clones. The support personnel can begin preparing for the mission. All personal equipment and weaponry is available.GÇ¥ The small floating drone turns around and heads off down a hall to the left. It leads you into a room with several rows of pods. GÇ£Once you are situated the transference process should only take a few moments. If you have any questions please ask any of the other drones, they will be more than happy to assist you.
Once transfer is complete the combat clones and dropsuits are being monitored by a number of other drones with a single human technician.
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1391
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Posted - 2014.03.27 21:36:00 -
[29] - Quote
As the others were making their introductions, Denak remained silently standing further back, his eyes switching between the various different people and their weaponry. He may have gruffed his name to the public, but it would have been mostly drown out into the idle chatter going on between the mercenaries. In general, he seemed utterly disinterested in socializing with other people, much rather focusing on his thoughts and the quiet tune he hummed. When the actual briefing started, Denak's instantly snapped towards the Gallente, and then to the holographic representation of the Noctis.
He took mental notes of all the points displayed in the hologram, from the last know location of the artifact and deployment point to escape routes and possible chokepoints.
'I need to download a map of it later', he thought as the briefing continued, his gaze tightly focused on the hologram. He took another glance of the group gathered, slightly concerned about the mental state of some of them. If they were paranoid or crazy enough to bring live weapons into a briefing, the mission was begging for a friendly fire incident. As soon as the briefing ended, Denak was the first one to follow the blue lights leading to the stasis pods, leading the way and showing an example on how to use one for the inexperienced, since he was one of the oldest mercenaries in the group.
The pods themselves looked very similar to the ones capsuleers used, but they were more archaic in shape and simplified for the non-capsuleer kind. Each one was opened with an empty chamber inside, and a helmet connected to various tubes hanging in the middle. Drones hummed and flew about as Denak stepped in front of the middlemost pod, glancing to his left, then to his right to see who were going to be next to him. In the end it mattered little though, as in any case he needed to strip before entering the pod.
Methodically and withouth shame or embarrassment, he removed one layer of clothing after another, first his vest and boots, then his shirt and finally his trousers, until Denak was reduced to nothing but his underwear. Scars and burns covered the right side of his chest and his right shoulder, connecting up his neck to the burnmark spanning across the right side of his face. His hand reached behind his neck to feel for the round hole, his neural jack, as a small drone collected the pile of clothing he discarded, saving them for the time Denak would return.
After another glance to his left and to his right, Denak stepped into the open cavity of the stasis pod, grabbing the helmet hanging there with both hands and starting to attach it while a drone w?also crawled into the small space, assisting with the process. Before long the helmet covered his ears and eyes, with two tubes attaching to his nostrils. Finally, he felt the cold sting as his neural jack was plugged in, feeling the slight drumming sound the drone made on the floor of the pod as it crawled out to assist another mercenary. Then the hatch closed with a small hiss, leaving him alone in the dark pod.
Before Denak noticed that the pod was starting to be filled up with the cold, thick and sticky stasis fluid, his consciousness was already slipping off elsewhere...
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Mar. 22nd
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1528
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Posted - 2014.03.28 00:34:00 -
[30] - Quote
Such a cold group, acting like this is their first mission.
Roy followed along, half-listening, half-thinking until he heard about the chance of actual death.
"Sweet." He whispered under his breath.
It added the risk he's been so estranged to. Of course, by no means, was he suicidal but once a mercenary goes immortal, the thrill of the battlefield can be a hit or miss with it usually being the latter.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this more than I should." He said as he stripped naked.
He laid there in the goo nonchalantly, ready to "dream" away.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
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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
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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.
---
'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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
261
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Posted - 2014.03.30 04:36:00 -
[61] - Quote
Ermac Vesely wrote:"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.
"With respect kirjuun, it was never my intent to enter that ship alone. I knew that sooner or later someone would step up to the plate volunteer to help enter that ship. At any rate, I am glad to have you with me Ermac."
Galm clasps Ermac's hand and shakes it vigorously, happy to make the man's acquaintance.
Quote:"You guys trying to fail this mission?"
Galm didn't even bother saying anything at first. Instead, he simply turned to face Roy and leaned backwards against the railing. While it creaked for a moment the steel eventually settled, holding his massive weight. He turned his head towards Ermac for a moment before Roy began speaking again. By the time he had finally finished his statement Fae was already leaning forward to approach Roy and shout him into oblivion with certain words that one could only learn in the Legion.
Before he even had the chance to however, Denak had already began giving his response. With each sentence, Galm stomped his feet in approval. Even when he openly called out Fae, he couldn't help but smile behind his helmet out of respect for the man's candor.
Quote:"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."
"Bull****," Galm spat to Ermac, who seemed to shake his head in either approval or acknowledgement.
Quote:"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?"
Every word Roy spoke was painful to listen to. When he chuckled like an idiot and grabbed the bridge of his nose Galm reached for his rail rifle and shouldered it.
"Hey kakku!" he barked, sighting up Roy.
A few seconds of silence passed before Galm pulled the trigger. There was a single click and nothing else. Slowly, Galm lowered his weapon and let it hang from his chest rig.
"Pew-pew... Now watch who you talk down to frog, especially when you're speaking to someone like Denak. He's six times the soldier you could hope to be so either shut up and learn something from him, or just keep on trying to **** him and the rest of us off. That's completely up to you. Personally? I have full faith and confidence in most of the men and women in this room."
Galm pivoted over to Kador. Reaching behind his helmet, he undid the latch to his visor and removed it. While the lower portion that included his respirator covered his mouth, the pale eyes of his combat clone could now meet the templar's. The androgynous, streamlined features of his new body seemed more reminiscent of a Jove than his former form.
"Believe it or not soldier, that includes you. I test you because I know you can handle it. I don't doubt that each and every one of us come from our own backgrounds and we ought not pretend that we can understand the extent of eachother's experience... But if nothing else than I have faith in myself for gods' sake, and I believe that I can make it back from this mission alive. So if nothing else... Be happy you have me I guess."
Galm's eyes seemed suggestive of a joking smile as he locked his visor back into position.
"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
423
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Posted - 2014.03.30 06:38:00 -
[62] - Quote
Sergamon walks in,and see people making speeches "wtf typical yabba yabba" Sergamon thinks.
Sergamon walks to roy ventus " Can i have a word with you in private" and pulls ventus away from the others.
"I thought i give you a friendly warning, you know that Galm Fae guy" Sergamon pauses and looks that no one else can hear him, and continues "He`s a fuking dragonaur, don`t know what you feel about them.But definetly know how they feel about us"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9043
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Posted - 2014.03.30 11:19:00 -
[63] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:
Galm pivoted over to Kador. Reaching behind his helmet, he undid the latch to his visor and removed it. While the lower portion that included his respirator covered his mouth, the pale eyes of his combat clone could now meet the templar's. The androgynous, streamlined features of his new body seemed more reminiscent of a Jove than his former form.
"Believe it or not soldier, that includes you. I test you because I know you can handle it. I don't doubt that each and every one of us come from our own backgrounds and we ought not pretend that we can understand the extent of eachother's experience... But if nothing else than I have faith in myself for gods' sake, and I believe that I can make it back from this mission alive. So if nothing else... Be happy you have me I guess."
Galm's eyes seemed suggestive of a joking smile as he locked his visor back into position.
The Templar nodded respectfully.
The man was a fool more oft that not, but he could not deny that the many had a warriors discerning eye. Comparatively, Kador never would have appeared to stack up against the clones around him. He lacked what he supposed many immortals possessed, a by product of many hours of intensive psycho therapy and weeks of theological discourse with the priests on Iesa II where he had trained.
This was of course, ego. Perhaps that was poorly describing it, he considered briefly. I was not a lack of ego, but a suppression of certain aspects of it.
As such he often acknowledged that to others he did not appear, or was not perceived, as threatening, perhaps why some derided him.
It mattered not to the Templar however. As long as his righteous purpose was fulfilled the opinions of Apostates and Heathens alike meant little to him.
" Aye" he replied with a surety brought on by Galm's own words. " It is our duty to ensure the recovery of this relic. I shall see it done. I have no doubt others here will see it done as well."
He nodded respectfully again to Jaques, Ermac, and finally to Denak with slightly more affection. He liked the Intaki well enough and wished he had been able to treat him to a congradulatory glass of Athran Spiced wine after the Bloodhunt.....but the fatigue had caught up with him.
Just like it had now.
With that he turned back to address Satja, but the woman was off doing her own thing, inspecting a drone as it skittered about too and fro. He chose to leave her be. He supposed it was time that he deal with Immortal "comrades" as they were.
He supposed he would prefer the company of Denak, or any one of his former allies from the previous battles.
He had fought with Ermac shoulder to shoulder, waist deep in Raider scum at the tank laager during their initial deployment. The young man had talent, and a knack for being in the right place at the right time. Hawkeye as well, bother strong allies to have at his back. He could not ask for more.
Jacques had been a forces of nature. Where he was present men died screaming. A fitting death for the heretics in that facility, and Kador certainly looked forward to supporting the Caldari Loyalist on this deployment, as the man had so often supported his own Order.
And Denak. His only friend here. Perhaps only friend, besides of course the woman who served him..... the pair had been through quite a few predicaments together and the Templar trusted him implicitly.
The others however looked to his eyes to be "fresh".
Ventus, as the files had told him, came of brash and cocksure. A combination the Templar neither had time nor particular fondness for. Confidence was one thing, Arrogance another, and a weakness that had been the undoing of his own people for a long time though he loathed to admit it. Every soldier had a Crucible on which they were forged, a flame through which they passed that would define them......the Templar could only wonder what kind of flame Roy had passed through to turn out as he had.
Sergamon..... there was much to be said about the man in the Templar's opinion, none of it particularly flattering. The pair had disagreed on everything, from persona outlook to the educated Amarrian having to school the poor man in Gallente/Amarr History.....
Junko was a new face. Familiar in some ways, like Satja, but in others so vastly different. He wondered if it was simply bearing. Was she even a warrior? He could not tell.
Galm....well Galm was Galm. Possessed of a surety and swagger that rubbed the Templar the wrong way, the Amarrian could not deny an eerie feeling of disease when the man was present. He could not know why.....Galm just seemed odd to him. Looked stable enough....but.....he could not put his finger on it.
As for other mercenary.....well time would tell. Perhaps he might even come to like the man.
"Is there somewhere I might take prayer?" He asked. A general question meant for anyone to answer. " If not a chapel then perhaps somewhere calm or quiet."
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1541
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Posted - 2014.03.30 13:15:00 -
[64] - Quote
Before Sergamon could pull him to the side, Roy spat, "You simple ass. Are you not understanding? It's about knowing each other? About actual communication. About enhancing our teamwork. When you know each other enough, you work better as a gatdamn squad. It's always been that way. But somehow you passed on the battlefield not knowing that. You wanna shoot me you piece of ****? Then do it. Just know that you're only supporting my point."
Roy damn near wanted to punch someone's head off. He was considering it after Galm pointed his rail rifle his way. He would've did it, left if prompted to leave by the contractee, and go back to his quarters. He's a man who doesn't care much for holding back, and the urge to be at his worst was heavy.
Finally Sergamon got him into a good distance and started talking about how Galm was Dragonaur. More reason to beat his ass. He heard about how the Dragonaur killed Gallente in an underwater city once. Roy never cares enough for the government affairs but the actual people is where his heart was with.
"That gives me more than enough reason to beat his ass right here and now. But I won't. And I won't back down to him. If we're to work as a team, they need to understand this concept. For some reason or another they've never had to actually connect with their team until they were on the battlefield and even then it would be by luck and timing that they connected. I'm supposed to say **** it, and wait to figure it out."
Roy loosened himself from the conversation and went back into the circle.
"My name is Roy Ventus. I could give a **** if you like me, but I'm sure you know this. My files probably told you about how people don't care for my personality, how I'm usually an assault who treats the battlefield like a scout would, and that I'm somewhat of a tactician, if you could call me that. What it didn't tell you is that I do what is needed to ensure success, I don't run from a fight, and if you're in need I'll do anything to get you back to top fighting potential. I run a thinly armored suit with a high repair rate so that I keep mobility. I prefer non-direct combat when possible. And despite my arrogance, I'm a lot less sure of what I can accomplish alone, than what most people think."
Roy grunted with a burst of air through his nose, content in his speech.
"If you wanna talk instead of act like a *****, catch me on the coms."
He then placed his helmet on and strolled back down the hallway with a heavy walk, not from the armor but from the weight of his feelings.
"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 - 2014.03.30 15:27:00 -
[65] - Quote
Ermac watched silently as Mr.Ventus went on with his speech and how Denak , Galm and Kador countered the mans arguments about how socialization and communication is "important" before the mission and how they will fail the operation if they don't follow his lead.
His younger self would have agreed with Roy back when he was a sec officer and the first democratic revolution was knocking with ginourmos hammers on the gates of the security offices on his home station.
But back then was he just a mortal who just wanted to survive this madness and needed a leader to bring him hope.
Now was he a little wiser and disagreed with Mr. Ventus, a group like this doesn't need a leader or someone who thinks that he is in charge.
A leader is dangerous he is the concentrated backbone of a group, if he is gone is the group confused and can be disposed of in less than a second.
The best example happend during his mission in the Raider complex, where steady the leader of the group back then went mad and the entire mission was on the brink of failure because of that.
That and he thinks that this man would gladly sacrifice one of them if it means that he can get out there with the money and his life, the socialization part could just be a method of trying to find the right way to manipulate the others to think that he is always right in his decision.
Either that or he is just a hot head who thinks that he is high and mighty because of his own experience.
Ermac couldn't decide which of the two options is worse for the missions flow.
Still this does not change the fact that some of his comrades are observing Galm very closely which he didn't like.
He wasn't sure either what he should make with this strange fellow, sure he made a few pokes on his former team members honor, but he is honest and knows when to stop with the jokes and be serious.
Ermac accepted that he was his comrade, and having bad blood between comrades for lowly reasons is never good.
This reminds him of something that he learned back in the boot camp when his Drill Seargent found him and another kadet fighting, he couldn't remember what the reason, was but he thinks it was something about a **** mag and someones mother being the cover girl.
Point is Drill Seargent M+ñkela punched both stupid and she screamed so loud that almost his ear drums exploded, he thought back in the days.
Her words where:" IF BOTH OF YOU MAGGOTS WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER IS THAT NOT MY PROBLEM AS LONG AS YOU DON'T SERVE FOR THE STATE BUT I SWEAR IF BOTH OF YOU S&"% EATING MUTANT RATS THINK THAT YOU CAN DO THIS DURING YOUR SERVICE TIME AM I GOING TO RIP OF YOURE F&/-ºING ARMS AND LEGS AND THROW YOU PERSONALLY INTO A POOL OF MERIT+äTHI AND THAT WOULD BE A NICE END FOR BOTH OF YOU HORRIBLE EXCUSES OF STATE SOLDIERS!
YOU ARE COMRADES YOU GET THAT! COMRADES NOT ONLY FIGHT TOGETHER, THEY EAT TOGETHER, THEY DRINK TOGETHER, THEY SLEEP TOGETHER AND THEY DIE TOGETHER! COMRADES DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF THEY DON'T LIKE EATCH OTHER, COMRADES DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU ARE POOR OR RICH, COMRADES DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU KILLED SOMEONE. THE ONLY THING THAT A COMRADE GIVES A F$%& ABOUT IS TO SURVIVE A FIGHT WITH HIS COMRADES TO FIGHT TOMMORROW AGAIN WITH HIS COMRADES!
FORGET YOUR PRIDE, SOCIAL STATUS, BLOOD LINE, RELIGION AND OTHER S$"-º BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL COMRADES WHEN YOU WORK TOGETHER AND NOTHING ELSE!"
To further prove her point did she handcuff both of them together and made them clean the toilets with toothbrushes until they sparkled. Both of them became good friends and a very good team during squad coordination trainings after that incident.
From this day on is every person he works with a comrade no matter what the person did or what the person sayed, for they are all just comrades who just want to survive.
Roy and Galm are no exception, and Ermac hoped that they also see it in that kind of way.
He turns to Galm after Roy went out and says:" Well that is a thing" he shrugs to prove his point that he doesn't care for the mans outburst and continues :" Well whatever, im happy that there is no problem with us doing some jolly cooperation comrade and I hope the others will calm down so that we can finally start this mission with a clear head."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
240
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Posted - 2014.03.30 17:16:00 -
[66] - Quote
"hmm.. ok, serpentis like to do their ops in this reigon after all. Cap, what can you tell me about the drone in this reigon" Junko pointed out in a holographic map of new eden of the wormhole that the pilot was supposed to drop them off in. the map again zoomed in until that half-scanned yan jung battleship came into view, like the maps the drones sent her on her wristcomp.
an Intelligence officer replied, "i can answer that, the drones in this section of Wormhole space are much more tougher in terms of armor strength and durability. there are weaknesses , as this armor is somehow electromagnetically based, much like reactive armor plating module on your suits." the officer replied with confidence.
"can an EMP disable the armor?" Junko asked to the officer, a female gallentean with brown hair wrapped in a bun.
the officer shook her head: "its not that simple, all drones are sentient, but the armor plating is linked with a main processing computer.
It's believed that the Yan jung battleship automatically distributes and re-distributes power to the nessecary drones when times of emergency. the Noctis salvage team figured this out, and was able to install the yan jung's drones around its perimeter for secuirty."
'wow, imagine if we can get drones to do the heavy lifting for us' Junko thought, she wrote down more notes onto her wristcomp.
"now, the Yan jung are masters of gravity-based technology, correct?" Junko asked another question to the officer, but she shook her head.
"that much we do know, but it'll be hard to tell, maybe one the of engin.."
"ohh yes, the Y,J's capable of that and soo much more, lass" a gruff voice came from behind Junko. she turned and was suprised to see a man who towered over the rest, matching up to Junko's combat clone in height. He passed her and gave a Datapad to once of the officers in the main hangar analyzing the the information they had and more.
once he was done the man turned to Face Junko, who had a look of genuine suprise.
" Kijii da name, 'ead Engineer for the op" the man proudly said, who laid out his hand.
"Junko, pleasure to meet you" she replied back, taking the man's hand with her's and shaking lightly.after a brief second the man motioned for junko to follow him, at the same time he grabbed another datapad from a nearby table and scanned through its contents.
"for an immortal, you seem pretty friendly J" Kijii said, glancing at junko.
"yeah,its kind of a weird thing among us Immortals "Junko lightly chuckled. Kijii gave out a hearty laugh, giving a good slap to junko's shoulder.
"i know how they act. its all fun n' games untill there be a mortal who can take one on inna fight... and lived to tell me tale, lass. used to be the engineer overseeing the clone transfer. many complaints from that front, i'd reckon" Kijii smiled fondly at the memories.
"so your corp outsources contracts to many mercs then huh?" Junko asked. Kijii nodded, scruffing his beard slightly.
"yeah, first to just mortal mercs, i think we started handing out contracts to immortals... hmm a few months afta Cal-prime, i'd say. but of all the ones we 'ad, we neva had one this important." Kijii finshed, looking to his left and tapping a nearby engineer.
"Systems al' ready lad?"
"Yeah, just about. control is going to launch an announcement in a few minutes."
"good, good"
As the two turned a corner, right into hangar T-13, the hangar was buzzing with activity. Engineer's and tech specialists roamed about, making the last finishing touches as Cargo-class MTAC's hauled and dropped off supplies from other operations. other ships of varying styles, designs and sizes slowly flew overhead the hangar, exiting what looks to be the station bay section.
"well this is where we part ways for now, take dis Junko. its the most recent information on da Y,J. it'll help out with de mission, and if possible; save the crew of the noctis. i know you types will only care about the mission, but at least try. it'll mean alot for the lads workin here" kijii said, handing Junko the datapad.
"Thanks kijii, i'll be sure to stop by and enjoy a beer from time to time" Junko said, giving a light smile and a nod.
"ahh, the lasses in this area would love you for that, J" Kijii gave out another hearty laugh, then he nodded and walked away, leaving Junko at the Hangar.
'i think the other's are done with their grudge right about now, might be best to stop by and check... no they might already be done with it' Junko thought.
She took a seat at a nearby bench and began reading through the Datapad, her wrist-comp in the process of copying and redistributing the new info.
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
424
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Posted - 2014.03.30 18:31:00 -
[67] - Quote
Sergamon steps up,and says loud " I have listened long enough,all of you babbling this and that"
Sergamon pauses and continues "Squad of elite merc`s my @ss, more likely bunch of nagging old hag`s "
Sergamon pauses and continues " Someone get the floorplan of the ship, if not found then floorplan of the same shiptype there is.So we can plan the fastes route to objectives & alternative routes"
Sergamon pauses and continues"Then we divide people in group A and B, group A secure & extract the artefact and group B retrive the navcom"
Sergamon continues"I dont want weight of the leadership on my shoulders,but we dont have unlimited time here and planning these things will buy us more time on the mission"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
101
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Posted - 2014.03.30 18:44:00 -
[68] - Quote
((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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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
713
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Posted - 2014.03.30 21:14:00 -
[69] - Quote
As Jacques turned to Roy he viewed the mercs attitude deciding then and their he was new to jobs such as this. "Roy I know your mad but personal feelings are different than feelings on the battlefield. If you faulter you die if you lose a man that's more equipment for you to carry and more to do on your part. We are mercs we do this for a living we are all fine it's just some of us have..... a more active personality." He looks at Galm."Like I tell the new recruits stay calm and think, slow is smooth, smooth is fast."
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9051
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Posted - 2014.03.30 21:47:00 -
[70] - Quote
The Templar shrugs, walks away.
It was not his place to debate the finer points of duty and faith in the self.
Instead he wanders, leaving the mercenaries to debate by themselves. Soldiers were always like this in his experience, giving the newer members of established teams a hard go of it, either as a rite of passage, or simply a perpetuation of the cycle they themselves experienced.
It mattered not though. In time their pride, their faith, and their sense of duty would be on the line.....and they would either stand of break. Such was the nature of things.
He found a secluded corner of the briefing room and took a knee. It was no chapel, and he supposed he would have looked rather foolish to anyone watching. But to him the armoured shell of the Commando suit was a chapel.
Free of the oppressive pall of frayed tensions he could find his piece of mind.
It was a pleasant feeling. A sense of surety and stability, oddly cathartic.
They would succeed. He had been chosen to fulfill God's will beneath the heavens. There would be nothing to stop him, them, the mission at hand, and in the face of providence he would brook no failure.
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
23
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Posted - 2014.03.30 22:45:00 -
[71] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:"Is there somewhere I might take prayer?" He asked. A general question meant for anyone to answer. " If not a chapel then perhaps somewhere calm or quiet."
GÇ£I would be glad to show you,GÇ¥ it was one of the drones that addressed the Templar. GÇ£If you would follow me.GÇ¥ The drone floated on down the hall leading out of the armory and took a few turns. The drone hovered in front of a set of wooden doors, a very rare commodity in space. The right door was slightly ajar.
Up against the wall was a weapons rack; a magsec and mass driver were already resting in the rack.
GÇ£Just follow the blue lights to return to the armory.GÇ¥ The little drone turned back around and headed back the way it had come.
Inside Noah sat in one of the pews, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His head was bowed and his eyes closed. His helmet rested at his feet. Unlike the others that usually visited he was not there to pray to a god. He was there to get away from all of the noise, needing a moment to work through his thoughts and clear his mind. With the others currently arguing their own ideologies regarding the mission he needed an escape.
Noah had always found comfort in religious houses, he found it strange considering he had never really practiced or adhered to a particular religion. Perhaps it was the absolute faith in their beliefs that he found comforting. Or perhaps it was the idea that they were a sanctuary, a place of safety and peace. Given his chosen profession and life style finding a moment of piece was a rarity.
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
426
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Posted - 2014.03.31 18:01:00 -
[72] - Quote
Sergamon anger rises up, and instantly picks up first thing he get his hands on.
Sergamon throws it with full force,towards Hawk-eye Occultus.
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 countles ways"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
102
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Posted - 2014.03.31 20:23:00 -
[73] - Quote
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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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1419
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Posted - 2014.03.31 20:28:00 -
[74] - Quote
Just unbelievable what stupidity was going with some of the mercs, with very hostile words being exchanged with someone. The whole debate with Roy was going out of control and there was Sergamon trying to intervene and act like a leader when he clearly wasn't. After the comment he heard about Galm's heritage, Denak simply tweaked his Cortex to mute all outside noises, trying to focus on doing something to get his mind out of the heated moment, and it did succeed initially. That is until he noticed that Sergamon was throwing movables at Hawkeye, which was the moment when he just snapped.
Whatever Hawkeye replied afterwards went to deaf ears as without second thought, Denak detached the large and heavy tritanium shield from his shotgun and made his way over to the arguing pair. Without a word, he stepped in between Hawkeye and Sergamon with the shield in his hands, smacking it right against Sergamon's helmet with a large amount of force. After a single, loud clang and grunt, the shield was now dented greatly and twisted out of shape to an unusable state. The impact did little actual damage, but it did hurt. After a few deep inhales and exhales, he shouted to Sergamon:
"WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You come here waving your guns around, pretending to be the leader of this group when you're barely sane! I'm surprised anyone saw any potential in you when half the things that comes out of your mouth is nonsensical dribble and the other half is ignorant insults! Who are you to call us nagging when you're acting like that and f*cking throwing things at your own teammates?! If anything, you're the reason this whole mission will go to sh*t is because you can't tell the difference between blue and red!"
After speaking all that in a single breath, Denak paused for a while to breath deeply. His three slitted scout helmet still looked the same from the outside, but on the inside he was boiling with anger and frustration, his fists clenching tight. Next he spoke a little more calmly, but with a still-hostile tone.
"If you disagree with Hawkeye, fine, explain why. But throwing movables at him and calling him names just makes you look like an idiot, not to mention your feeble attempts of trying to lead this group when we already have one."
He paused once more, gazing straight through the eyes of Sergamon's helmet, giving hkm one final warning:
"Get your f*cking sh*t together and never do that again, or I'll throw your out the airlock and rip off your clone's head off myself", afterwards throwing the shotgun shield at the nearby wall to vent his anger, exiting the room in search of a more reclusive place to clear his head, all the while muttering curses. The whole complex probably heard his rant but he couldn't csre less right now, all he wanted was to get out of the situation.
Luckily, he found Noah and Kador within a room of worship from what he saw. He stood there leaning against the doorway for a moment or two, before he spoke:
"Would you mind if I joined you two?"
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
241
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Posted - 2014.03.31 20:47:00 -
[75] - Quote
Hawk-eye Occultus wrote:
"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!"
Junko was by the door when she heard Hawk-eye arguing with sergamon. she couldn' help but smile and clap her hands.
"that's something i would've said myself." she strode along and patted Hawk eye and Sergamon on the shoulders. with a light push, she gently pushed the two mercs away from each other.
"...and given our situation, there's really not alot we can do, except prepare for the worst Sergamon" Junko said. letting out a small sigh, she reached for a utility pouch and pulled out the Datapad Kijii gave her, and showed it to both mercs.
"this Datapad contains ALL of the necessary information we need in order to at least have a fighting chance at retrieving the artifact and help the crew of the Noctis, but i'll need time to organize it into information that can give us a game plan,a strategy and most imporantly, a way out of that hellhole. i'll send out the intel to all our teammates once we are en route to the Yan jung relic."
"Whats more important; had i not decided to talk with the command crew and all the intelligence officers and engineering specialists, we would've geared up, headed straight to the yan jung relic, and would be slaughtered within a fraction of a second, with no guarantees that we can transfer back to our bodies."
Then, her tone got serious as she stared at sergamon, with a subtle annoyed expression on her face.
"so you want to do this mission now? ok then, i just got word that the engineer's need someone for an outside maintenence op, straight out the air lock, you want in?"
Junko waited a few seconds before answering for sergamon
"thats a good boy, now pipe down, i need to tell the others about this information, i'll see ya around hawk-eye" Junko said, with a slight smile. she slid the datapad back at the utility pouch, grabbed her helmet and left, searching for the rest of the team. a technician was busy walking with a stuff full of goods and Junko decided to flag him down.
"oi! techie! have you seen an angry scout, a religous templar and what looks to be our team leader somewhere?" |
Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1552
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Posted - 2014.03.31 21:45:00 -
[76] - Quote
Roy idled in the hallway for a bit, pacing back and forth after getting out of view from the others. He was clinging to the anger that resided in him. It wasn't the first time he had to hold himself back to avoid losing his composure over someone and was experienced enough to know that he had to walk off before it got even uglier.
From Denak to Galm to Jacques. All of their words bit deep into his psyche.
Hard to imagine I was of a decent mind back when I first started out as a mercenary those years ago. Now look at me. Ready to stain my record for the mouth of some jack-off. Pitiful Mister Ventus. What would Jasmine think if she realized how much of a loud mouth you've become?
"Jasmine."
He finally read Junko's message from the neocom and settled his spirit.Seems like there's always a woman out there putting me back where I need to be. Jasmine. Max. Junko. It's probably time for me to get back with them. I can at least try not to get pissy. That's probably what they want from me. To act an ass so they can say I'm not cut out to be a professional merc. For them to discredit my years of struggling and digging through the dirt and mud...
Roy clenched his fist angry with thoughts for the past and present. The thought of all that he went through being discredited and dissociated with his being, with what made him, him, was quickly boiling his blood again. He shook his head and went to a calmer state again.
No. They can say what they want. I'll probably never see them again after this anyway.
At that moment, Roy felt calm enough to walk back in on his mess of a team. To his surprise he saw a few of them missing from the area. Galm was still there. That was enough of a presence to make Roy keep his guard up.
Now that I think about it. I did hear fussing. Kinda just tuned it out.
He saw Draco on the edge and tried to put the pieces together. He couldn't help but assumed that they got to him as well. I was relaxed like an overdosed drugee compared to that guy...He's probably ready to spazz out on someone if he could. I felt the same way...
"Aye, yoh Draco. One of these technicians wanted to talk to you right quick. Hurry up and come with me."
If Draco would follow, Roy would drag him to the side after getting far enough down the hallway. "Don't let them get to you. The best thing to do is to show them off when we get on the field. Leave them with bitter taste of ignorance in their mouth, man. Make them remember you not for something to laugh at, as they will surely try to laugh at us, but as something they want to try to forget. More than likely we won't ever see them ever again and if we do, hope that it's a part of our contract to deadshot them."
"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
429
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Posted - 2014.04.01 12:03:00 -
[77] - Quote
Sergamon follows ventus,and listens what he got to say.
Sergamon repplies after ventus stop speaking " Some of them dont walk away from the ship" And grins diabolical
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1559
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Posted - 2014.04.01 12:57:00 -
[78] - Quote
"I wouldn't advise that. It would put a flag on your history. Not many people would prefer to work with a team killer. Even less would want to work with a team killer who does it outside of professional reasons. Like I'm saying Draco. Buddy. It isn't worth it to lose your grapes over these people right now. For all it's worth, some of them might actually be better people once we get into our natural element out there on the battlefield. Not that I expect that but what I do expect is for my contracts to come in a lot less frequently."
Roy let go of Sergamon's shoulders and proceeded to take his helmet back off to present his rather sharply made, black face to the immortal merc. His black eyes would stare into Sergamon's own, intensely.
"If you really need a release. Punch me right in the face. I mean, this is my money-maker but for you, you can punch me in the face as hard as you want."
He stood there with his arms opened, gesturing Sergamon to follow through with a nod.
Despite the fact that he could be pretty self-absorbed, Roy in general was a nice person. He was born that way, and it was futile to shake it away as that is what made him, him. His feelings.
As he stood there waiting, he couldn't help but have flashbacks to his days as a child. He was bullied all the way to his last days of public education. He was used to enduring pain. He thought it made him stronger than his attackers. He wasn't afraid to take a punch of two if there was a need for it.
"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
430
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Posted - 2014.04.01 19:32:00 -
[79] - Quote
Roy Ventus wrote:"I wouldn't advise that. It would put a flag on your history. Not many people would prefer to work with a team killer. Even less would want to work with a team killer who does it outside of professional reasons. Like I'm saying Draco. Buddy. It isn't worth it to lose your grapes over these people right now. For all it's worth, some of them might actually be better people once we get into our natural element out there on the battlefield. Not that I expect that but what I do expect is for my contracts to come in a lot less frequently."
Roy let go of Sergamon's shoulders and proceeded to take his helmet back off to present his rather sharply made, black face to the immortal merc. His black eyes would stare into Sergamon's own, intensely.
"If you really need a release. Punch me right in the face. I mean, this is my money-maker but for you, you can punch me in the face as hard as you want."
He stood there with his arms opened, gesturing Sergamon to follow through with a nod.
Despite the fact that he could be pretty self-absorbed, Roy in general was a nice person. He was born that way, and it was futile to shake it away as that is what made him, him. His feelings.
As he stood there waiting, he couldn't help but have flashbacks to his days as a child. He was bullied all the way to his last days of public education. He was used to enduring pain. He thought it made him stronger than his attackers. He wasn't afraid to take a punch of two if there was a need for it.
Sergamon start giving hell of a punch,but last moment stop the speed.
Sergamon say`s "What do you think i am,violent barbaric brute" And starts laughfing loud
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1561
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Posted - 2014.04.01 21:31:00 -
[80] - Quote
Roy gritted his teeth, bracing for impact. He was honestly surprised it didn't go through and such thoughts could be seen on his face. He then smiled at the comment.
"Quite the opposite really. I think you're just another guy. Everybody needs some sort of release. I know I usually do and nothing quite helps you release your frustration than punching somebody. So I figured, hey give it a shot. What could go wrong? This isn't my real face anyway."
Roy reached out to shake the man's hand again. Earlier, Sergamon avoided it. Rather cautious of the man. Now this was a test for him to see how much has changed in their relationship. It wasn't that Sergamon had to like him but a positive relationship with a teammate always helped the battle.
"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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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
18
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Posted - 2014.04.01 22:02:00 -
[81] - Quote
The matari woman watched with increasing curiousity as the drones bobbed a wove around one another in, what she would have called, a strange and eerily precise dance.
The little machine was so complex. And almost possessed a life of its own, even if lacking true sentience, but such philosophical throughts did not occur to her, instead she was possessed of a childlike curiosity. Having never completed a formal education she knew she was neither as clever as even trueborn Amarrian children, but it did not phase her. One day she would be free to attend a school.
She noted for the first time that she was still carrying the Templar's outer clothes, hung neatly over her fore arm. Leaving the drone to its devices for a momment she began packing away the clothes into the duffel bag she carried, folding them with sharp lines as she had been taught, placing with reverence the Crimson sash on top of the pile.
She was a little sacred.
There were so many Immortal's here....and she was alone.....and they were angry. Angry enough that Denak, a man she had met before briefly during her night out the Second Hex, throw away his normally calm demeanor and become a terrifying vision of Immortal wrath.
But he looked kind..... in fact they all did. Even the man in the sunglasses, despite his lack of modesty. Perhaps Junko too....Satja thought it a fine notion indeed to speak with one of her former people, if not a perfect opportunity to speak in her native tongue.
She glanced up, looking for that drone. It was hovering around and armaments lock some ten meters to her left. Brushing the wrinkles from her clothes, a habit she had picked up when she was nervous, she rose, slinging back over her back, and made to follow the drone.
As she approached the drone darted off, following a zig zagging path out into a hallway. She followed, rounding the corner into the two hulking forms of Sergamon and Ventus.
They were speaking, perhaps jokingly she discerned form their tone. Beyond that she couldn't decipher what the pair were talking about. They spoke in a foreign tongue, perhaps Gallentean, but she could not know. She could speak fluently the dialect of her own people the Vherokior, and a passable if fractured rendition of Ammarad.
As such she had no way to discern even the slightest meaning of their conversation, to her it appeared as two comrades taking a quiet conversation.
She sucked in a breath, tried to fall back against the wall and press herself into one of the smaller recesses, but the duffel bag got in the way as she struggled to not be seen, dislodging the leather-bound Pax Amarria from her tunic, which crashed to the floor with a resounding thump.
God blast it, she thought desperately, made to dart for the portal back to the briefing room. |
Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
241
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Posted - 2014.04.01 22:44:00 -
[82] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:
God blast it, she thought desperately, made to dart for the portal back to the briefing room.
"why did the techie led me back to the hangar for god sakes." Junko said, rubbing her gloved hand against her forehead, again following the lights back to the armory when she heard a small thump!
Turning the corner, she saw what looked to be like the woman that was alongside Adamance during the briefing. but she looked frightened, scared.
with a interesting turn of events, she bumped into the wall and scurried off. rounding the corner, she nearly crashed into Junko as she darted away.
"Oi! watch yourself!" Junko nonchalantly said without thinking. then she began thinking..
"huh... what was her name again... satj-sajt.... Satja?" Junko asked herself. she raked her brain, searching for something that would identify her.
Then she laid eyes on a small book, right where she saw Satja bumped herself in the wall.
"Hey! lady! you dropped your...." Junko stopped midsentece as she picked up the leatherbound book. at first she couldn't make out what the symbols meant, but then she said to herself silently;
"The Pax Amarria?" Junko asked herself. now her head stopped thinking about the information she wanted to give to Adamance, Denak and the others; her curiostiy peaked and she turned around to where satja bumped into her.
"that explains alot" Junko said to herself, she slid the pax amarria into one of her utility pouches and started walking.
'if i had to guess;.... the conference room' Junko thought as she made her way across the maze of corridors, poking her head in some rooms, passing by others. she wanted to ask the other techies if she saw a Matari woman running somewhere, but she decided against it.
After a few minutes, she stood at the doorway to the conference room. she wanted to go inside and look around but she had second guesses.
'this might be where she can feel safe, a port in the storm' she thought. finally she decided to go in. Junko though it would be best to converse with her this time in her native,Thukker tongue. it had similarities to the common Matari dialect, but it was what she knew, aside from the Sebiestor Dialect.
she waved her hand on the open monitor and the door slid open. she set aside her helmet, laying it on the ground and poked her head in.
"Satja? are you here?" |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9162
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Posted - 2014.04.02 00:28:00 -
[83] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:
Inside Noah sat in one of the pews, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His head was bowed and his eyes closed. His helmet rested at his feet.
The Templar entered the small chapel with a respectful care. It was a chapel made for his kind, but clad in the heavy armour of his Order he barely managed to fit through the carved wooden door. He was careful for the chapel itself was a wondrous place, plain, ordinary compared to the mighty cathedrals of his people, but this place had a certain air to it.
The air itself seemed still and cool, his suits internal sensors barely registered a change in temperature, but this was a feeling more than physical stimulus, perhaps something only the spiritually aware would, or could feel.
He acknowledge the presence of the Gallentean, bowed low, perhaps in supplication or prayer, and made a respectful bow.
It was no church to his God.
None of his Faith's holy symbols or effigies were present, but it was a place of worship, and that was enough.
In his own fashion he took a knee before one of the pews. The flimsy wood would not hold the weight of his frame, not in his combat clone, even were his disarmed, and began his ritualised prayer.
He completed his observances after a few minutes, ending with the Code of Demeanor, and lesson he would have to remind himself of during this mission.
The Wrath of God is Immense. His Justice is Swift and Decisive. His Tolerance is Limited.
Be Careful. Pure Thought is the Instigator of Sin.
Be Watchful. Free Thought is the Begetter of Disorder.
Be Respectful. Uniform Thought is the Way of Life.
The Mercy of our Emperor is Limitless. His Rule is Benign and Righteous. His Love is Perpetual.
Free thought is weakness, he considered to himself, only though Uniform though can I be strong.
He leaned back, still kneeling before the chapels altar. Perhaps this place was some Gallentean interpretation of the Faith. He had heard of such things. Perhaps if all such Temples in the Federation are like this they too will one day seek the path to righteousness. He could see a number of Amarrian symbols cut into a small cloister into the wall. Mayhap this was a general purpose chapel for all peoples.
He was interrupted as Denak entered the chapel, his steps were silent, but it was his internal discord that gave him away.
"Would you mind if I joined you two?" he asked quietly.
The Templar simply nodded.
" I trust our friend here minds not....." Came Kador's soft response.
"I myself am only a guest. I only hope I myself am not intruding sir. We are well met in this house of God" This time the response was directed at Noah.
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
735
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Posted - 2014.04.02 01:56:00 -
[84] - Quote
Jacques watched as most of the mercs left the room and began to feel peaceful in the now quite area. Jacques found a spot near an open space where he could view the universe. He tried to communicate again with his family and finally got through. He began to see his children playing on Dantumi at his estate. He found peace yet again knowing his family was safe. Then his wife appeared' "Jacques when are you coming home?"
((Planetary conquest finish after. Also wife is amarrain Kador.))
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
25
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Posted - 2014.04.02 02:35:00 -
[85] - Quote
Noah had been so lost in his own thoughts to realize that the Templar had entered. It was not until he heard Kador kneeling that he was pulled from his own mind. As the Templar prayed a small fire started in NoahGÇÖs gut. It was anger, not at Kador or the Amarrians, but at their total commitment to their faith. Perhaps anger was the wrong word, Noah envied them, a person capable of completely committing to a belief or ideal. It gave them a sense of purpose and meaning to their life. He had managed to find a purpose and meaning to his life, but sometimes it was the life he led that caused him problems.
Somehow a smile found its way to his lips. In thinking about his own life he came to the realization that he was both an immortal and an angel who had no faith in God. He came to the conclusion that he was more of a fallen angel, one who disagreed with GodGÇÖs will. It was a ludicrous thought, but one that helped to clear his head.
True Adamance wrote:"Would you mind if I joined you two?" he asked quietly.
The Templar simply nodded.
" I trust our friend here minds not....." Came Kador's soft response.
"I myself am only a guest. I only hope I myself am not intruding sir. We are well met in this house of God" This time the response was directed at Noah.
Noah nodded, gesturing with his head to come in. He had no reason or power to deny entry into such a place anyways.
GǣYou have as much a right to be here as I doGǪPerhaps more so,Gǥ he looked down at his helmet as he spoke the last part. He quickly turned his attention to Denak.
GÇ£Everything all right?GÇ¥
The question was obviously for Denak. Noah did not know the man but it was quite apparent that something was upsetting him. His presence brought back thoughts of the mission they were about to undertake. Although he knew it was impossible he hoped that this mission was exactly as it seemed.
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
18
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Posted - 2014.04.02 03:04:00 -
[86] - Quote
Why the hell did I run.... could have at least said hello...or bowed, she thought disgusted at the disrespect she had shown the two men.
But when that woman had appeared it had been the last straw. She bolted past her and made for one of the other locker rooms where she could have a moment to compose herself, or perhaps to work on a means of apology.
Hunter Junko wrote:
"Satja? are you here?"
She jumped as the works, unmistakably of Matari origin, though not of her own dialect, sounded behind her.
She looked back towards the door. Junko was standing there, her face also unmistakably of Mataroi original, tattoo, and all she looked like a fine representation of her former people. She was shaking. What would the woman do to her? Would she try to convince her to run....or fight...or....or.... who knew what.
As she entered Satja bowed low, respectfully, unwilling to meet her eyes, be they kind, or cruel, or judging.
"Ashaltiasten Ms Junko.... h-how might I serv... I mean what can I do for you." |
Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
242
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Posted - 2014.04.02 05:17:00 -
[87] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:
She jumped as the works, unmistakably of Matari origin, though not of her own dialect, sounded behind her.
She looked back towards the door. Junko was standing there, her face also unmistakably of Mataroi original, tattoo, and all she looked like a fine representation of her former people. She was shaking. What would the woman do to her? Would she try to convince her to run....or fight...or....or.... who knew what.
As she entered Satja bowed low, respectfully, unwilling to meet her eyes, be they kind, or cruel, or judging.
"Ashaltiasten Ms Junko.... h-how might I serv... I mean what can I do for you."
" whoa, whoa, whoa. calm down Satja" Junko said, raising her hands defensively. she walked a little closer, aware that she's probably Scaring her half to death. she unholstered the scrambler rifle she had on her back and set it against a wall, near the door. she made every attempt at calming satja down, when she remembered the book.
" Breathe Satja, you look like you about to face god himself. I'm not gonna hurt ya, i just came by because you dropped this..." Reaching into her utility pouch on her right leg, she pulled out the leatherbound book, reaching out with it.
"...and enough with the formalities, please. We are Sisters, you and I" Junko said with a smile. She used the term Sisters in Thukker custom, referring to another fellow Matari Female. she sat down, cross-legged, close to satja, but far enough that she could maintain her space.
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
44
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Posted - 2014.04.02 06:24:00 -
[88] - Quote
The armory was filled with many sounds as Ermac passed through it.
Everything was in motion, the clickity clack of the armory drones that move through the staches to find the right type of ammo or equipment that the boarding vessel could need for the mission.
The shouting of orders from the techs and workers who try to maintain the control over the entire work flow, and the hammering, sizzling, clanging of working tools being used by the humans and drones.
All these sounds and all this movement are drowning the thuds of his suits boots as he passes through.
This made him rather nostalgic again, it reminded him of the work cycles that they had on his homestation.
It would always start at 6 am on the stations primary clock till 6 pm, and it was always so damn loud, if you had a free day and tried to sleep longer was that not possible because of all these wonderful noises starting at the same time.
He hated it back in the days, and now does he miss all these sounds, nostalgica is sometimes very strange.
Ermac observes for a few more minutes the work place till he decides to move along.
He slowly walks through the armory and sees that there are a bunch of offices at the other end of the armory built into the white wall with black glass doors that prevent one to see inside the small offices, and screwed in datapads which show whos room it is by showing the name , line of work and rank in the hirachy of said line.
He was already bored and decided to count all the offices just to pass the time, but as he starts to move along the line of doors does he notice something new on his HUD which he didn't notice during his first check.
There was a extra menu which he could access with his NEOcomm.
Since when do we have that in the system?
Ermac activates the computer on his wrist and starts to look what these "extras" are.
magnetic boots.... booster rocket control.... shield modification? And is that a Geiger counter? They made the suits fit for space, how nice of them and I thought that they would just throw us into that mission without proper gear. But still I should ask what else they changed just to be sure.
He moves now a little faster between the glass doors and finds the office of one of the techs foremans with the name Maurice Laval.
He knocks 3 times on it very gently so that nothing happens but he doesn't get a response.
Dissapointed by this does he turn towards the way he came and sees that a technician standing before him.
It was the same one who took his arm but he doesn't look tired anymore, the best description for his mood would be annoyed.
"What do you want now and what are you doing infront of my office, I told you that arm is save." His words have a hostile undertone which should make Ermac clear that he is not interested in more shenanigans.
"I am sorry if I am going on your nerves Mr. Laval but I noticed that our suits have been modified and I just wanted to ask if you can give me more details on the extras?"
While Ermac speaks is Laval concentrating on grabbing a pack of cigarettes that he got in the pocket of his jumpsuit and get's one of the smokes out and lights it up as he finishes his sentence.
He inhales deeply and exhales the smoke out of his nostrils and let's out a sigh.
"Hmm Oh man I needed that. You want one too?" Asks Laval as he presents him the box.
"Sure why not." Answers Ermac, he was no stranger to it but he never got addicted to it.
He takes off his helmet and takes one smoke out and holds it against Lavals Lighter and puts it in his mouth and starts to enjoy a short and silent smoke break with the tech.
As both of them reach half a burned cigarette is it Ermac who breaks the silence:" So about those extras I was talking about?"
Laval takes the smoke out of his mouth and rubs his chin:" Let me think... Oh yeah!" He snaps his fingers as the memorys return into his head:" Now I remember, you know why WS is so damn dangerous and why we can't let you out in those dropsuits?" He asks him while he takes another breath full of smoke.
"Of course not only is it space which our suits can't quite handle because they are made for planetary missions not for space itself. But WS can have high amounts of Radiation which could cook a man without a properly isolated suit in a minute or less." Ermac takes another breath of smoke as he ends his answer.
"Interesting" Says Laval as he exhales another cloud of smoke :" Where you born on a space ship maybe?".
Ermac exhales an even bigger cloud as Laval and shakes his head:" No but pretty close it was a station in orbit of a planet."
"Ahhh that explains it." He closes his eyes and takes the last cloud of smoke in before the cigarette burns down and he throws it down and stomps it out.
He exhales one more time before he answers:" Yeah that is right you could be bombarded with Radiation the moment you go out and your suits needed to be overhauled so that they work in space. We made them vacuum tight and gave them an oxygen tank which can be refilled in the ship when air is available, it's enough to get everything done that you need to do outside.
Next did we instal magnetic boots to the suits so that you don't fly away from the ship easily, don't worry it runs with it's own battery they don't live from the suits energy system.
The boosters are for movement in zero-G and emergency situations like if one of you guys somehow manages to fly off into space can you still move back to the ship, but the fuel is rather limited."
Ermac listens closely as he finsihes his smoke
" The shields have been modified to take on the radiation and you guys got a special armor plating which should help too. with the G. c. would be everything "
Ermac stretches his arm out and says:" Thank you Laval". The tech shakes it and goes silently in his office.
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
430
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Posted - 2014.04.02 14:38:00 -
[89] - Quote
Sergamon moves around,trying to find True Adamance.
When sergamon finds adamance,he walk`s to him and start to talk "Mr adamance i have business proposal to you"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1433
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Posted - 2014.04.02 17:21:00 -
[90] - Quote
Denak responded with a small and firm nod, keeping his helmet secured on his suit, masking any expression he made beneath the visor. With quiet steps he moved past Kador and Noah, doing a small spin to examine the room of worship and solace he found himself in. His movements were swift and slightly rigid as he sat down on the floor across from the pair with his legs crossed, his hands placed on his knees. The past 20 minutes or so dealing with the two Gallente had been extremely frustrating and draining, thus finding himself in that particular room. His distress was apparent to others it seemed, when Noah asked about his well being.
"I just doubt the mental condition of some of the mercenaries here being able enough to survive through the mission without friendly fire incidents." He spoke with a snarky and slightly bitter tone, flicking through all the menus on his Cortex to disable the HUD, enabling only the voices of other mercs to go through his speakers.
"I will manage", he added as his head dipped down slightly, taking a deep breath in and attempting to shut down his distracting thoughts. He did notice Sergamon enter the room and request an audience from Kador, but Denak did nothing to greet, or even acknowledge the presence of the Gallentean, simply remaining quiet and still.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Apr. 1st
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9187
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Posted - 2014.04.02 19:52:00 -
[91] - Quote
Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon moves around,trying to find True Adamance.
When sergamon finds adamance,he walk`s to him and start to talk "Mr adamance i have business proposal to you"
"Excuse me, I will return shortly."
The Templar bows to the other two men apologetically, and rises, following the man out of the chapel and into one of the halls. Understandably he is suspicious of the man, and the Gallentean and Templar had clash on and off the battlefield many times. But as a Temple Knight it was his duty to protect the peace of any of his God's shrines.
Rather than decline and risk Sergamon's wrath it was better to hear him out.
The Code of Demeanor rang fresh in his mind.
Be Careful.
Be Watchful.
Be Respectful.
"What can I do for you?" He asked curiously, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of them, helmet clasped at his waist , face bare save for the re-breather unit, and rising up to his full height, looking down on the man below with a certain imperious stare.
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
19
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Posted - 2014.04.03 03:22:00 -
[92] - Quote
Hunter Junko wrote:Satja Askarin wrote:
She jumped as the works, unmistakably of Matari origin, though not of her own dialect, sounded behind her.
She looked back towards the door. Junko was standing there, her face also unmistakably of Mataroi original, tattoo, and all she looked like a fine representation of her former people. She was shaking. What would the woman do to her? Would she try to convince her to run....or fight...or....or.... who knew what.
As she entered Satja bowed low, respectfully, unwilling to meet her eyes, be they kind, or cruel, or judging.
"Ashaltiasten Ms Junko.... h-how might I serv... I mean what can I do for you."
" whoa, whoa, whoa. calm down Satja" Junko said, raising her hands defensively. she walked a little closer, aware that she's probably Scaring her half to death. she unholstered the scrambler rifle she had on her back and set it against a wall, near the door. she made every attempt at calming satja down, when she remembered the book. " Breathe Satja, you look like you about to face god himself. I'm not gonna hurt ya, i just came by because you dropped this..." Reaching into her utility pouch on her right leg, she pulled out the leatherbound book, reaching out with it. "...and enough with the formalities, please. We are Sisters, you and I" Junko said with a smile. She used the term Sisters in Thukker custom, referring to another fellow Matari Female. she sat down, cross-legged, close to satja, but far enough that she could maintain her space.
She rose from the bow, noting the other matari woman had put down he arms and assumed a cross-legged position on the floor. She looked very different from the Minmatar Satja remembered..... but her own home had been am arid desert world, and as she knew well enough watching her master change, different climates bred different people.
She ran and hand the length of her right arm, her own sink was much darker, in part courtesy of the recent inclusion Brutor genetics in her genealogy, but more likely a result of the prolonged exposure to the arid desert climate of Iesa III.
Even so she was a little unsure of herself. Junko seemed nice enough, but immortals were capricious and whimsical, and more often than not...unstable.
Still she found herself sitting on her heels facing the woman, holding the duffel bag to her chest defensively. She reached out to clash the small leather-bound edition, returning it to one of the fold of her tunic.
Sisters, the word thrilled her as she had always wished for a sister, instead of the two brothers she had been "blessed" with. The very same brothers who made her youth miserable.
She took a deep breath, as Junko had suggested, it was cathartic. Slowly the nervousness fell away, the pair sat in a comfortable, companionable silence.
Such as it was she barely noticed as her raven hair slipped from her shoulder, falling across her back, revealing a section of the burns and heavy scarring.
It was exciting talking freely, or so she supposed, with an immortal, more over one of her former people, and to use her native language again..... to not feel like she was making herself a fool.... an exquisite feeling indeed.
"So....uh...Ms Junko.... may I ask what brought you here.... I mean...that I...well....I mean you don't really seem like much of a ....soldier..." She squeaked out the last word.... clasping a hand over her mouth with a mild blend of shock and curiosity, as though she was surprised at herself for asking, but curious nonetheless. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
26
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Posted - 2014.04.03 03:22:00 -
[93] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:"I will manage", he added as his head dipped down slightly, taking a deep breath in and attempting to shut down his distracting thoughts.
GÇ£ThatGÇÖs all that can be asked of you.GÇ¥ Noah understood what he meant by managing. That was all they could hope for some days.
Denak Kalamari wrote:He did notice Sergamon enter the room and request an audience from Kador, but Denak did nothing to greet, or even acknowledge the presence of the Gallentean, simply remaining quiet and still.
Noah nodded towards the Templar as he rose to leave; rather glad it was the Templar and not himself that Sergamon wanted to speak with. Everything was starting to get complicated and they hadnGÇÖt even left the station yet.
GÇ£Faith is a funny thing isnGÇÖt it?GÇ¥ looking up at the ceiling as he spoke.
He was talking to no one in particular, could have been to himself or to the God whose existence he hoped was just a fabrication of the human mind, or it could have been directed at Denak, the only other flesh and blood person left in the room.
GÇ£Some men can put all of their faith into a single ethereal being, others put their faith in themselves, believing that their own abilities will see them through.GÇ¥
GÇ£I find myself deep in the dark woods, I have strayed from the path, I fear the right road lost.GÇ¥ A small smile found its way to his lips.
Noah was well aware of the strain; both physical and mental they were about to face. Some of them were already weary, and almost all of them were on edge.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt doubt, have faith in yourself, and if you can not do that then put your faith in those that surround you.GÇ¥
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
431
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Posted - 2014.04.03 11:16:00 -
[94] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon moves around,trying to find True Adamance.
When sergamon finds adamance,he walk`s to him and start to talk "Mr adamance i have business proposal to you" "Excuse me, I will return shortly." The Templar bows to the other two men apologetically, and rises, following the man out of the chapel and into one of the halls. Understandably he is suspicious of the man, and the Gallentean and Templar had clash on and off the battlefield many times. But as a Temple Knight it was his duty to protect the peace of any of his God's shrines. Rather than decline and risk Sergamon's wrath it was better to hear him out. The Code of Demeanor rang fresh in his mind. Be Careful.Be Watchful.Be Respectful. "What can I do for you?" He asked curiously, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of them, helmet clasped at his waist , face bare save for the re-breather unit, and rising up to his full height, looking down on the man below with a certain imperious stare.
Sergamon starts talking " Mr adamance i know we both have our diffrent wiev of the world,and i want to thank you that you give me minute or two of your time"
Sergamon pauses and continues " I said that i have business proposition,so my proposition is this,if you are intrested selling your slave girl"
Sergamon continues " I would be intrested buying her from you,and would pay hefty sum of isk"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
242
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Posted - 2014.04.03 16:43:00 -
[95] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:
Still she found herself sitting on her heels facing the woman, holding the duffel bag to her chest defensively. She reached out to clash the small leather-bound edition, returning it to one of the fold of her tunic.
Sisters, the word thrilled her as she had always wished for a sister, instead of the two brothers she had been "blessed" with. The very same brothers who made her youth miserable.
She took a deep breath, as Junko had suggested, it was cathartic. Slowly the nervousness fell away, the pair sat in a comfortable, companionable silence.
Such as it was she barely noticed as her raven hair slipped from her shoulder, falling across her back, revealing a section of the burns and heavy scarring.
It was exciting talking freely, or so she supposed, with an immortal, more over one of her former people, and to use her native language again..... to not feel like she was making herself a fool.... an exquisite feeling indeed.
"So....uh...Ms Junko.... may I ask what brought you here.... I mean...that I...well....I mean you don't really seem like much of a ....soldier..." She squeaked out the last word.... clasping a hand over her mouth with a mild blend of shock and curiosity, as though she was surprised at herself for asking, but curious nonetheless.
Junko knew the question before Satja even finished saying "here" but she allowed Satja to continue, right up until the end, when she clasped a hand over her mouth.
'hard question to ask, even harder to answer without spilling the beans' Junko thought. but she covered up her thoughts with a soft chuckle.
"good observation Satja. your right, Before i was a Soldier, i was a pilot." She said, in her dialect. Junko then opened her arms out for a small fraction of a second.
"big cargo ships, the mammoth-class to be precise. T.F S'eterra, that was the name of my Ship. but i wasn't a capsuleer, oh no i was the captain of that ship. a good crew as well, from every single background you can imagine.
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
19
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Posted - 2014.04.03 21:37:00 -
[96] - Quote
Hunter Junko wrote:Satja Askarin wrote:
Still she found herself sitting on her heels facing the woman, holding the duffel bag to her chest defensively. She reached out to clash the small leather-bound edition, returning it to one of the fold of her tunic.
Sisters, the word thrilled her as she had always wished for a sister, instead of the two brothers she had been "blessed" with. The very same brothers who made her youth miserable.
She took a deep breath, as Junko had suggested, it was cathartic. Slowly the nervousness fell away, the pair sat in a comfortable, companionable silence.
Such as it was she barely noticed as her raven hair slipped from her shoulder, falling across her back, revealing a section of the burns and heavy scarring.
It was exciting talking freely, or so she supposed, with an immortal, more over one of her former people, and to use her native language again..... to not feel like she was making herself a fool.... an exquisite feeling indeed.
"So....uh...Ms Junko.... may I ask what brought you here.... I mean...that I...well....I mean you don't really seem like much of a ....soldier..." She squeaked out the last word.... clasping a hand over her mouth with a mild blend of shock and curiosity, as though she was surprised at herself for asking, but curious nonetheless.
Junko knew the question before Satja even finished saying "here" but she allowed Satja to continue, right up until the end, when she clasped a hand over her mouth. ' hard question to ask, even harder to answer without spilling the beans' Junko thought. but she covered up her thoughts with a soft chuckle. "good observation Satja. your right, Before i was a Soldier, i was a pilot." She said, in her dialect. Junko then opened her arms out for a small fraction of a second. "big cargo ships, the mammoth-class to be precise. T.F S'eterra, that was the name of my Ship. but i wasn't a capsuleer, oh no i was the captain of that ship. a good crew as well, from every single background you can imagine.
Satja stared at the woman, lips parted, the whole affair sounded so exciting, so debonair. Roaming the stars aboard a ship, eking out a living here and there. She knew the feeling as her duty ensured that she was stationed aboard starships while Kador was on duty.
"And what did you transport? Where to? I mean...well" She asked, gushing. " It sounds wonderful....Have you seen those storm planets from space... so beautiful."
She briefly revisited the moment she had seen her homeworld from space, aboard one of a dozen slave ships, how Camden had asked them which of them wanted to come with him back to the empire, how she had gone, clasping her father's hand, with the glares of her brothers and mother like daggers.
She discarded the train of thought. It mean nothing to her now, she was happy as she was.
" I love being able to travel the stars.... It's incredible..."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
242
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Posted - 2014.04.03 22:24:00 -
[97] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:
Satja stared at the woman, lips parted, the whole affair sounded so exciting, so debonair. Roaming the stars aboard a ship, eking out a living here and there. She knew the feeling as her duty ensured that she was stationed aboard starships while Kador was on duty.
"And what did you transport? Where to? I mean...well" She asked, gushing. " It sounds wonderful....Have you seen those storm planets from space... so beautiful."
She briefly revisited the moment she had seen her homeworld from space, aboard one of a dozen slave ships, how Camden had asked them which of them wanted to come with him back to the empire, how she had gone, clasping her father's hand, with the glares of her brothers and mother like daggers.
She discarded the train of thought. It mean nothing to her now, she was happy as she was.
Junko liked conversing with Satja, it made the memories of the old days very nostalgic, and she let out a small sigh.
"ahh, everything. planetary goods, raw materials, salvaged ships, antiques, engine parts, passengers, the whole nine yards" Junko replied, using her fingers to count our the things she transported and hauled.
"..and every part of Min-Gal and Caldari space you could imagine.Had to, because you can't make a living by just working for one faction. i studied alot of languages as i could, trying to make a sense of the world i was about to fly into. helps when your crew could speak multiple languages, so that helped.
when i upgraded into the Mastodon class transports, i made a few passes into null-sec, but it was time-consuming. every single gate was bubbled, with caps stationed at every gate, just itching to blast whatever is there. and the cloaking module we had was very new, which caused a few problems with the ships electronics, ooh boy!
I tried to take a few contracts in amarr space, but you know... " Junko raised her hands up to her shoulders and shrugged .
"...me being matari and everything."
when she asked about the storm planets, she smiled slightly shaking her head.
"yeah, they are pretty. one of the crew members i had back then was an artist, and painted one of the storm planets we passed by while on leave, somewhere i think.... in keikaken? maybe. when we saw it we sent it to his family. on the back of the canvas we wrote all of our names in the back, as to say " your son is still kicking" " Junko said, she quietly laughed at the thought.
Satja Askarin wrote:
" I love being able to travel the stars.... It's incredible..."
Junko smiled and nodded with Satja.
"yeah it is... so long as nothing decides to make you a frozen popsicle" Junko joked.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9243
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Posted - 2014.04.03 23:35:00 -
[98] - Quote
Sergamon Draco wrote:True Adamance wrote:Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon moves around,trying to find True Adamance.
When sergamon finds adamance,he walk`s to him and start to talk "Mr adamance i have business proposal to you" "Excuse me, I will return shortly." The Templar bows to the other two men apologetically, and rises, following the man out of the chapel and into one of the halls. Understandably he is suspicious of the man, and the Gallentean and Templar had clash on and off the battlefield many times. But as a Temple Knight it was his duty to protect the peace of any of his God's shrines. Rather than decline and risk Sergamon's wrath it was better to hear him out. The Code of Demeanor rang fresh in his mind. Be Careful.Be Watchful.Be Respectful. "What can I do for you?" He asked curiously, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of them, helmet clasped at his waist , face bare save for the re-breather unit, and rising up to his full height, looking down on the man below with a certain imperious stare. Sergamon starts talking " Mr adamance i know we both have our diffrent wiev of the world,and i want to thank you that you give me minute or two of your time" Sergamon pauses and continues " I said that i have business proposition,so my proposition is this,if you are intrested selling your slave girl" Sergamon continues " I would be intrested buying her from you,and would pay hefty sum of isk"
The Templar's eyes narrow, as his face darkens slightly.
"Templar Ouryon wil suffice sir." A curt reply, he was prickly about the moniker some of the over zealous Templar Aspirant's had taken up as his title. He was nearing his the years where his experience and age would be respected, and time could not pass fast enough.
He glanced down at the man, noting the sincerity written on his face, something that served to both impress and irritate him at the same time.
"And should I....." He asked bitterly, decided that while this irritated his sensibilities, it was an understandable question the Gallentean asked, and not deserving of his wrath. "What would you do with her?"
He took as step back, putting some distance between his and Sergamon, hand's tightening around the helmet, taking a deep breath through the re breather unit. He was glad the Gallentean could only see half of his face, his mouth was set in a hard disapproving line.
"I thought your people were adverse to deal with slavers for any reason....." He paused, considering his position as Satja's master. "Why would you deal with me?"
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
432
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Posted - 2014.04.04 03:59:00 -
[99] - Quote
Sergamon answers "Like i said we look the world diffrently,truthfully i dont accept some of ammarrian belives and customs"
"But i belive that ammarrians also has difficult accepting,our belives and customs"
Sergamon pauses and continues " Indeed why i am dealing with you, maybe it is diplomacy ,maybe i have lost my mind,maybe reason is in this place of god"
Sergamon pauses and continues" before understanding someone you have to know them"
" And answer to your question what i would do with her is simple,i would have two options"
"Option 1.I would send her to gallente world and maybe get her study all the people customs"
"So she could help all the diffrent factions understand each others"
"option 2.I would send her to sisters of eve,and maybe they could make her their agent"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1441
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Posted - 2014.04.04 14:44:00 -
[100] - Quote
Noah wrote:GÇ£Faith is a funny thing isnGÇÖt it?GÇ¥ Denak had already descended down into a half-conscious state by the time Kador left with Sergamon to discuss private matters, his upper body heaving back and forth ever so slightly to his slow breath while head remained dipped down. That phrase caught his attention, but didn't coax a physical response, he opted to remain quiet, listening to what he had to say.
Noah wrote:GÇ£Some men can put all of their faith into a single ethereal being, others put their faith in themselves, believing that their own abilities will see them through.GÇ¥
GÇ£I find myself deep in the dark woods, I have strayed from the path, I fear the right road lost." Denak didn't think Noah for pondering of such things, and he was pleasantly surprised about that. His gloved index finger tapped against his knee, his head rising up slightly to gaze back at Noah for his finishing words. His helmet still had the dead and hostile look of the three slits and dark color. Beneath his visor, all that was displayed to him was the HUDless video feed from his suit sensors, opting them turned off when he wanted to focus.
Noah wrote:GÇ£DonGÇÖt doubt, have faith in yourself, and if you can not do that then put your faith in those that surround you.GÇ¥ As soon as Noah had finished, Denak in turn spoke up, sounding much less agitated and much more calm this time:
"Idama have a proverb: "What you see in yourself, is what you see in the world". In myself, I now see is bitterness, cynicism and an endless stream of death and rebirth, which I see in the world as well. I commend you for your optimism which I lack, and I wish you success."
With those words, he fell quiet again, deactivating his comms and sinking his head down to its previous position. Within the silent dropsuit, he began humming a low tune, a chant of sorts, although the only way an outsider could have heard it was if he got very close to Denak.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Apr. 1st
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
47
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Posted - 2014.04.07 18:54:00 -
[101] - Quote
Laying on his back on an ammo box near the hangar was Ermac once again bored and stared up into the ceiling once more.
He didn't know when he developed this strange behaviour, but it somehow helped him to ignore everything and made the time melt away like an ice cube next to an engine.
His thoughts where everywhere except for the mission which he tried to forecefully ignore.
Like his memory when he saw the sky for the first time, he always knew that when he looks up that there would be a grey ceiling with lights on it,or maybe a glass roof where he could see hundreds of feet stepping on it.
But when he had his first monthly shift on dantumi 3's bogs and swamps, and he exited for the first time the transport shuttle which would come back after a month, was he terrified.
He thought he would fall into the sky when he saw that big blue ocean with white and grey tufts above him, but after a few hours of him just watching the way in front of him and his feet did he decide to take the risk and watch it for a few minutes and this took his fear away.
He saw the beginning of a lightning storm that came from the west and he only knew those from watching the planet from above, it was one of the most wonderful things he ever saw, till it hit them and it started to rain out of buckets for an entire week.
Still was it this moment that made him realize how much he doesn't know about the beauty of the galaxy around them all.
There is also danger in beauty, this was one of the lesson that he learned from his fellow officers during his 1st month.
And this brought him back to the mission which terrified him, it was one thing to get out of a station to find a hidden smuggler hideout on the surface of it.
But it was something different to get out into WS and board a ship from which they don't know what happend to it.
But he was also interested to find out what things they will encounter during this mission.
His fascination and fear reminded him of his memory, he was afraid of the unknown but he still wanted to see it.
' Is that typical? I don't know but still I need to keep my eyes and ears open, it will be like back in the swamps.
Never have a dull moment or someone or myself will be lost forever in the darkness.'
Are his thoughts as he watches the timer in his HUD showing the central New eden time and it was near the moment they planned to meet.
Ermac stands up and stretches his back and leans himself in a standing position against the box.
'Well then let's see if the darkness is going to embrace us in a tight hug or a chrushing grip' Is the thought that travels through his head as he starts to wait for the others to arrive. |
Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
446
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Posted - 2014.04.08 16:10:00 -
[102] - Quote
Sergamon look adamance, and ask " So could i have your answer?"
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
26
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Posted - 2014.04.08 23:26:00 -
[103] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:"Idama have a proverb: "What you see in yourself, is what you see in the world". In myself, I now see is bitterness, cynicism and an endless stream of death and rebirth, which I see in the world as well. I commend you for your optimism which I lack, and I wish you success."
GǣOptimism huhGǪGǥ A goofy grin was on his face. GǣThe madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable. I hold out no hope that things will turn out well, only a certainty that they will make sense.Gǥ
Noah let out a snort; he was starting to get carried away. Under most circumstances he would never have given voice to those thoughts.
GÇ£Sorry about that, I tend to get lost in thought in places like this.GÇ¥ Noah gestured to their immediate surroundings. It could have been due to his surroundings, or perhaps it was the company.
Noah looked down at his neocom, it had a countdown timer displaying a little bit more than ten minutes left. He let out a light sigh and forced himself to his feet. He let out a groan like the action of standing up was causing him physical pain.
GÇ£Time to get the opening act started.GÇ¥
Just as he finished speaking his neocom flashed 10 minutes left and a robotic voice sounded over the mercGÇÖs communication systems.
GÇ£To all mercenaries, please finish your preparations and assemble in hanger T-13. There are less than 10 minutes until launch. All mercenaries please assemble in hanger T-13, 10 minutes until launch.GÇ¥
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Hanger T-13
Inside the hanger the techs and drones are finishing their final preparations, while equipment is being loaded onto the Pilgrim class force recon class cruiser. The cargo bay and much of the cruiser has been retrofitted into a troop transport and command center.
The sleek and elegant lines that traditionally represent ammar design and architecture are absent from the modified areas of the ship. Instead the design is very minimalist, lacking any unnecessary or extra features. In the area closest to the cargo doors are a dozen seats rather uncomfortable looking seats. The middle of the cargo hold had been turned into an armory; it is also where the extra clones are stored. Further back is the command center where the support personnel will be monitoring the drones and sensors.
Once everyone is loaded and aboard the cruiser will take off for W-space. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
9356
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Posted - 2014.04.09 01:38:00 -
[104] - Quote
Sergamon Draco wrote:Sergamon look adamance, and ask " So could i have your answer?"
The Templar looks down at Sergamon from behind guarded eyes.
It was no point explaining to him exactly what being a master meant to him, nor being a slave meant to Satja. In the end it was a cultural hurdle that, he supposed, would not easily be crossed without showing him exactly what it meant.
It was duty, and duty he had been give to fulfil, to tend to the spiritual acclimation of the Matari woman, as it was her duty to ensure he was combat ready at a moments notice. For both of them it was a lesson, that duty was its own rewards, no more was required, and no less demanded.
He relaxed somewhat, the man meant no ill will by asking. He probably assumed he was doing something noble, perhaps he was even sincere in what he had said.
Using his suits internal communications link he contacted Satja.
" Little one. Your presence is required.....I..."
He cut off suddenly as the announcement echoed back to him across the communications network.
"We have little time....make your arrangements report to me, and we shall board the cruiser. Understood?"
"Get thine Swag out of my face! Next you'll be writing #YOLOswagforJamyl in all your posts!"
-Dagger Two
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
19
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Posted - 2014.04.09 22:59:00 -
[105] - Quote
Satja waited patiently in an enraptured silence as Junko retold countless stories of her travels throughout New Eden aboard her vessel, she listened intently about the crew, everything form their little quirks to how they came to be aboard the ship, then on to the ship itself, and on to some of their cargo.
It sounded incredible..... it also sounded very familiar. A slight crackling at her ear was the first indication her personal communications were being contacted. All external sound was drowned out in a moment, before Kador's voice cut through the silence.
" Little one. Your presence is required.....I..."
He cut off abruptly, something on his end she suspected, and was vindicated when seconds later he continued speaking, his voice a stronger, less fatigued, filled with purpose.
"We have little time....make your arrangements report to me, and we shall board the cruiser. Understood?"
She rose from the floor, aware of Junko's eyes following her as she did.
"Understood Classiarii, on my way."
She turned to face the Matari woman, bowing low, in a respectful gesture, rising with a smile on her face, deep brown eyes flashing.
"Many apologies Junko, it was a pleasure to sit and talk with you...but I have matters to be attending. I would be appreciative if perhaps we might do this again at a later time."
With that she turned to leave, slinging the duffel bag over her shoulderleft shoulder, straightening her hair over her right. Internally she was a little conflicted. Mortified that she had been displaying the ugly scars she bore, but also pleased, and relieved that Junko had not commented on them.
She passed from the locker rooms, followed the corridor back towards the main briefing room, passing the swarm of drones, and a pair of technical officers dressed in drab whites and greys.
She stopped momentarily to ask one of them, a blonde man if he had seen the Templar. At first he looked concerned possibly for her safety but eventually explained that the he had seen a towering Amarrian soldier by the chapel. Thanking him she continued down a number of corridors until she could make out the towering form of Kador.
She presented herself before him wordlessly.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
265
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Posted - 2014.04.10 06:42:00 -
[106] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:GÇ£To all mercenaries, please finish your preparations and assemble in hanger T-13. There are less than 10 minutes until launch. All mercenaries please assemble in hanger T-13, 10 minutes until launch.GÇ¥
Galm looked up from his position on the railing, having spent several minutes now talking himself up in his head for the upcoming mission. He breathed deeply, thinking about the objective and the men he was soon to serve with. Every word Fae had spoken earlier about having confidence in each member of the team was true, but he was not yet convinced that each mercenary would live up to their potential as an effective soldier.
Denak and Kador were seasoned fighters, but he had yet to see the abilities of the others that surrounded him. Sure, he could access CONCORD dossiers and attempt to discern how many kills they had achieved versus their amount of deaths in approved burn zones, but that only said so much about their abilities as a mercenary. Galm for one, knew his own probably looked none too good itself. He could thank his previous blatant disregard for his own life for that smudge on his record, even if it was justified by the number of installations he had managed to take or how many front lines he had broken through. While he had since grown better about preserving himself in battle since he'd reunited with Niina, it would take some time to raise his average all-time ratio.
He laughed for a moment, entertained with the way he was analyzing statistics in his profession as if he were a part of a sports team. He supposed that was what baseliners must do, idolizing immortals as gladiators to be tracked, managed, and paid accordingly. Galm wondered to himself if somewhere out there in the universe there was a "fantasy squad' application on someone's datapad and if Galm was a member of anyone's selected team. He shock his head, chuckling slightly as he boarded the Pilgrim.
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Inside the hanger the techs and drones are finishing their final preparations, while equipment is being loaded onto the Pilgrim class force recon class cruiser. The cargo bay and much of the cruiser has been retrofitted into a troop transport and command center.
The sleek and elegant lines that traditionally represent ammar design and architecture are absent from the modified areas of the ship. Instead the design is very minimalist, lacking any unnecessary or extra features. In the area closest to the cargo doors are a dozen rather uncomfortable looking seats. The middle of the cargo hold had been turned into an armory; it is also where the extra clones are stored. Further back is the command center where the support personnel will be monitoring the drones and sensors.
Once everyone is loaded and aboard the cruiser will take off for W-space.
Upon boarding the ship, Galm immediately hurries over to his combat clones to ensure they are all in correct order. Satisfied with their placement, he kisses his palm and places it over the front of one of his clone's helmets for luck. He turns away nodding, knowing he is ready for deployment. Seconds later he is buckling himself to the seat nearest the door, his rifle tucked under his chair but easily within reach.
"Right!" he cheers through his speakers, "Anyone gonna sit with me? Conversation will keep my mind off the possibility of that wormhole collapsing with us in it."
"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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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
118
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Posted - 2014.04.10 09:16:00 -
[107] - Quote
((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.
'
And one day, you will return to a new one, possibly
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
47
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Posted - 2014.04.10 13:46:00 -
[108] - Quote
Ermacs thoughts got interupted by the robotic voice telling them all to board the ship that he was close to he locked around and saw that Hawkeye was already on his way with a cap on his helmet which was a little to small for it but it still fitted.
Even though it looked ridicoulis could Ermac feel that a smile was creeping up towards his face.
' I have to correct myself. THIS will be the last laugh that im going to have in this mission' he thinks while Hawk moves towards him.
He liked Hawkeye he was strange but he was also reliable, a good Kirjuun who is not afraid to sometimes act first and then to think of his actions afterwards.
Which is in Ermac eyes an ability that can help in many situations where people only talk but they don't wanna act.
And the fact that he rescued him from getting choked by a nameless Scout was also a big plus.
As Ermac tries to grab his hands and answer his question can he feel how his box was slipping away from his back, he steps away and sees how a crane is moving it into the ship.
He recollects himself and shakes Hawks hand:" Of course im ready a better question would be if that ship and whatever brought it in this situation is ready for us." He says with a light chuckle.
" But I hope you have some experience when it comes to being in space, they even modified our suits for that purpose." he taps against his own helmet while he speaks, with a serious undertone in his voice:" I hope I don't have to educate you on how to use a Geiger Counter."
Ermac remembered something that he forgot to mention:" Oh yeah im not going to join the main team I go with Galm for the data. I hope you guys can handle this with the "hot shots" in our team"
Ermac also wanted to mention that he was a little afraid but he decided that he didn't needed to burden someone else with his worrys.
With that did he move inside the ship which his equipment scanner classified as a amarrian cruiser of the "pilgrim" class, it didn't look like it could pack a punch but it was enough for this mission.
He moved inside and saw how Galm also entered the Pilgrim and took a seat before Ermac could, and then did he make his offer for some small talk before his mission.
Ermac decided against it they will have plenty of time inside that ship for talk, he takes a seat opposite of galms side but in the middle of the row and made himself comfy.
Which was a challenge in itself with his commando suit and the seats being just a metal plate that one has to tilt down to take a seat on it.
' Relaxation is a luxury during this mission' he thinks bitterly. |
Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
118
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Posted - 2014.04.10 15:34:00 -
[109] - Quote
((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
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SerialWrite (PST) // "Please Stand By" Message to be displayed while next message is buffered through SP1
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SerialWrite (Scenario_Resolution_Result) // Post scenario results
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END
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We are all a distant echo from the explosion of an ancient star.
'
And one day, you will return to a new one, possibly
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
244
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Posted - 2014.04.10 16:52:00 -
[110] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:
"Understood Classiarii, on my way."
She turned to face the Matari woman, bowing low, in a respectful gesture, rising with a smile on her face, deep brown eyes flashing.
"Many apologies Junko, it was a pleasure to sit and talk with you...but I have matters to be attending. I would be appreciative if perhaps we might do this again at a later time."
Junko looked at satja when she recieved the messages. she noted her face turning somber, but not as sullen as before.
but when she bowed to Junko, she also observed her smiling, a genuine smile . as if she needed just someone to talk to, someone where she can be herself.
after she heard Satja wanting to talk to her again, Junko smiled and bowed lightly as well.
"Dont mention it, find me at Cal-space and we can talk over a few beers, sis. It's nice meeting ya" Junko gave a small wink as she rose up, activated her Neocom and was suprised to hear the general timer down to 10 minutes, less than 10 to be exact.
matters aside, she quickly decided to compose a small message for satja,in an Old Thukker Dialect for her. a parting gift before deciding against it and grabbed her scrambler rifle. loading the magazine with practiced care and slinging it over her back, the maglock activating with a Click Thunck!
once the rifle was secure she grabbed her helmet and dashed off to the Hangar
HANGAR T-13
'hmm the pilgrim class cruiser. fitted with advanced cloaking modules,all the Ewar equipment we need, first i'll need to link up with the Support teams' Junko thought as she entered the modified Pilgrim.
but when she noted the other members of her team, she remembered the Information she carried.
'crap, i need to distribute this intel' she thought quickly,as she entered the cargohold, where she saw hawk-eye,Galm, and Ermac chatting well about the mission at hand when she heard ermac say:
Ermac Vessly wrote:"Oh yeah, I'm not going to join the main team; I'll go with Galm for the data. I hope you guys can handle this with the "hot shots" in our team"
"in fat-suits?" Junko quipped,entering the conversation. She smiled and slightly shook her head with a slight chuckle. she unhooked her scrambler rifle and set it against her as shemade her way to a seat near the entrance.
"as far as i know, Jester, Myself and Denak are the fastest members of the squad as of right now, and since the Bridge to the yan jung structure is a long ways away, it'll take a scout with a cloaking module to get through our opposition" she said as she booted up her Neocom.
"sorry to say this Ermac, but you'll be sticking with the "Hot shots" of our team until the navcom is hacked" Junko said with a mischievous smile
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1640
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Posted - 2014.04.10 18:23:00 -
[111] - Quote
Roy came trucking slowly into the cruiser and strapped in. He still wasn't in much of a mood to talk to his squadmates although he didn't need to for now. He just laid back and awaited for the action to start. He wondered where Sergamon was for a brief second until he pushed the thoughts out of his mind.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
http://royventus.tumblr.com
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
47
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Posted - 2014.04.10 18:38:00 -
[112] - Quote
Ermac raised his eyebrow under his helmet, after that statement.
She was right when it came to speed but that was not his problem, the problem that he had was a far more simple one.
Scouts are fast that was clear but they also easily die and they don't have the firepower to get through much and who knows if the enemy that they are going to face can be even tricked by cloaking.
He was not happy with that decision but he decided to not voice it out.
But the next idiot who decides to make him angry would get his mechanical fist in his face and he hoped it's going to be one of the enemys and not a friendly.
' Speed my ass this is going to be a marathon and the guys who run fast at the beginning are known to fall down first and wheeze for air.' He thinks while he tries to swallow down his anger.
Still does it seem like that he needs to sit down and take it but, if anything fails is it not going to be his fault because he didn't make the plan.
' Yep I wont enjoy this mission but at least am I not going to be the only one who won't enjoy this. ' |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
32
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Posted - 2014.04.11 02:55:00 -
[113] - Quote
Slowly but with purpose Noah made his way into the hall, his helmet tucked under his arm. With every step he took he cleared his mind of extraneous thoughts and focusing on the mission at hand. Noah retrieved his weapons from the rack locking his magsec to his thigh and the mass driver to his back. Each weapon made a satisfying click as the maglocks activated. He nodded slightly towards Kador and Sergamon before turning to Satja.
GÇ£IGÇÖm counting on you to get us through this alive.GÇ¥ His spoke firmly in a serious tone.
Noah did not mean to put any extra pressure onto the woman; he was simply stating what he believed to be true. They were going in partially blind and the support team would be playing a vital role in providing information. Without another word he headed towards the hanger.
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Hanger T-13
As Noah boarded the cruiser he nodded at the others. He had to stifle a laugh when he saw the Techs hat sitting atop Hawk-eyeGÇÖs head. It was ill fitting and reminded Noah of an awkward fat child trying to cram his head into a hat that did not fit. Noah placed his helmet on the seat next to Galm.
GÇ£Nice hat, it suits you.GÇ¥
With that he moved further into the cargo hold, past the extra clones and towards the command center. Speaking fairly loudly as he approached it.
GÇ£Cross are we ready?GÇ¥
GǣGǪYeah, just aboutGǥ
She sounded preoccupied, like she was trying to perform multiple tasks at once. Noah walked into the command center leaning up against the metal door frame.
GÇ£Stupid drones are late.GÇ¥
Cross was running through a check list while running through the procedures with the captain of the cruiser. The drones she was referring to where the combat drones that they were assigned for the mission. There were a total of six drones; four of them were equipped with weapons while the other two were equipped for a support role. Every drone was carrying extra ammunition and equipment.
GÇ£You would think being robots they would be on time.GÇ¥
GÇ£You worry to much theyGÇÖll be here.GÇ¥
GÇ£And you donGÇÖt worry enough.GÇ¥
At that moment the six combat drones hovered into the hold, past the mercenaries, their green optics glowed faintly as they moved into their housing in the ceiling going into a passive mode. Unlike their worker bee brethren these drones were far larger, heavily armored and moved nearly silently.
GÇ£Do you have my knives by the way?GÇ¥
GÇ£YeahGÇ¥
She pulled two large knives out of a drawer and tossed them at him.
GÇ£ThanksGÇ¥
GÇ£I swear you wouldnGÇÖt be able to dress yourself if everything wasnGÇÖt automated here.GÇ¥
GÇ£Depends on the day.GÇ¥
Noah attached them to the small of his back. He called them knives but at 10 inches long they were more like a short sword. Unlike the Nova knives his were not powered, but he had learned that a decent blade could save his life. With his knives secured he turned to leave. Cross spoke up before he was out of earshot.
GÇ£How are you feeling about this mission?GÇ¥
Noah gave her an audible grunt; it was his way of verbally shrugging. Usually actions spoke louder than words but in full armor it was sometimes difficult to discern small actions making verbal communication vital.
GÇ£Great.GÇ¥
Noah resumed his short walk back to his seat. He honestly didnGÇÖt know how this mission was going to go. Noah didnGÇÖt know what they were walking into but he expected the worse.
Back with the others he grabbed his helmet, and put his mass driver in the rack below his chair and took his seat next to Galm. As he sat down he readjusted the Angel Cartel sash at his waist. It was something he did when he was slightly nervous. It was an old habit he had formed a lifetime ago.
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Jacques Cayton II
Eternal Beings
Proficiency V.
755
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Posted - 2014.04.11 15:05:00 -
[114] - Quote
At work I'll post my post in 3 hours
We fight for the future of the State not our
personal goals
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
265
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Posted - 2014.04.12 06:53:00 -
[115] - Quote
Hunter Junko wrote:"in fat-suits?" Junko quipped,entering the conversation. She smiled and slightly shook her head with a slight chuckle. she unhooked her scrambler rifle and set it against her as she made her way to a seat near the entrance. "as far as i know, Jester, Myself and Denak are the fastest members of the squad as of right now, and since the Bridge to the yan jung structure is a long ways away, it'll take a scout with a cloaking module to get through our opposition" she said as she booted up her Neocom. "sorry to say this Ermac, but you'll be sticking with the "Hot shots" of our team until the navcom is hacked" Junko said with a mischievous smile
Galm banged loudly against his breast plate several times before he spoke, ensuring he had Junko's attention when he began. Rather than his voice being projected through his speakers, it now transmitted directly over the ship's TacNet and barked inside the helmet of every mercenary in his fire team with a static pop.
"If I may?" he asked sincerely, pausing briefly as if waiting or any objections, "You're absolutely right about the scout suits. We need soldiers inside that ship who can slip in an out quickly and covertly, but we also can't rely too heavily on the abilities of a handful of cloaking mechanisms. If even one of those fail you could stir up a nest of gods know what without any offensive or defensive capabilities outside of your combat styles that are typically geared only towards anti-personnel combat. Our 'fat-suits' on the other hand have weight taken off the external frame. That makes us just as fast as any standard infantry unit while still maintaining mission capability over a broad range of possible contacts. We might not be infiltrators, but we make damn good suppression fighters if need be and you are going to need someone who can operate a swarm launcher or an anti-material rifle with enough ammunition to draw any threats away from the scout team. My suggestion? Only take one of us with you. It can be me or Ermac, I frankly don't care which as long as you feel comfortable with the level of support."
With that Galm leaned back in his chair, looking around at the other mercenaries that had begun taking their seats in the cruiser.
"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
245
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Posted - 2014.04.12 15:50:00 -
[116] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:
"If I may?" he asked sincerely, pausing briefly as if waiting or any objections, "You're absolutely right about the scout suits. We need soldiers inside that ship who can slip in an out quickly and covertly, but we also can't rely too heavily on the abilities of a handful of cloaking mechanisms.
If even one of those fail you could stir up a nest of gods know what without any offensive or defensive capabilities outside of your combat styles that are typically geared only towards anti-personnel combat. Our 'fat-suits' on the other hand have weight taken off the external frame.
That makes us just as fast as any standard infantry unit while still maintaining mission capability over a broad range of possible contacts. We might not be infiltrators, but we make damn good suppression fighters if need be and you are going to need someone who can operate a swarm launcher or an anti-material rifle with enough ammunition to draw any threats away from the scout team.
My suggestion? Only take one of us with you. It can be me or Ermac, I frankly don't care which as long as you feel comfortable with the level of support."
Junko listened sincerely ,taking in Glam's ideas and nodding to herself with what Galm said. once he was done
"which is why most of us will act as decoys to distract whatever is inside that ship. commando units will fan out and set off remote explosives at random locations. then lead them all away from our scout. once our scout is in the bridge, the rest of the team that is not among the decoy group with link up with the scout and begin hacking.
We will lose clones, as tough as it is for me to say that, but i'll be among the decoy group, it'll be my job to keep that group alive while the navcom is hacked.
once done, we'll fallback to the noctis and rearm, then make our way back to the bridge and continue from there."
Junko replied, interfacing with the same channel. she manuvered her Neocom to her notes and pulled them out. preparing to send the intel.
"there is another method, but for now we'll need to get a scan of the ship before we can use any game plan"
"which is why... its simply complicated"Junko's recording of her voice played, and then she switched to her team's comms with a smile.
" which is why I've decided to give you all something to chew on" she said as she pressed a button, sending her summary to her entire team.
Quote:Neocom: New message Sender: Hunter Junko Subject: "Sukushaahon" Hello team, This is more than i expected, but it'll serve as our way out of this shitstorm. complete with a general summary of the information i got from our support crew. https://onedrive.live.com/redir?resid=AD15B497C39FF8D6!107&authkey=!AGcm7BjrLzx5fO0&ithint=file%2c.docx let the caravan guide us into paradise, -Junko |
Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
1502
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Posted - 2014.04.12 20:34:00 -
[117] - Quote
No forums, I don't want to post right now when I'm not done.
Edits pending.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Apr. 1st
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Ermac Vesely
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
50
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Posted - 2014.04.14 01:56:00 -
[118] - Quote
After reading the mission objectives and details, was it clear for Ermac that his and Galms idea would have never worked, even with the firepower that they already possesed wouldn't that be enough to get through all the security drones and that the entire ship is a maze doesn't help at all.
He was never interested in the old civilisation, but this idea of having so many dead ends that the enemy just gives up sounded like a good idea.
That is until said enemy has enough and just blasts his way through the ship with tons of breach bombs.
What also worried him was the prospect of not only having to fight a bunch of very tall and extremly dangerous security drones, but also serpentis pirates who want to make a lot of cash with the relics that are on board and they are not going to be happy to see them there.
And who knows what other security measures that ship has.
' I should have asked for a raise when I had the opportunity....' .
With that in mind is he going through the intel again, finding the crew is going to be a lucky guess without any way to contact them via Comms.
The Gravimetric system sounds for him like something that doesn't like to get fluxed, that would be the most drastical but also shortest solution for it.
Now on the point of navigating that place, that still gave him a headache how are they going to tell the others where a dead end is and where not before they obtain the map?
He tries to read a specific part but he get's distracted by the Geiger Counter that he forgot to turn off.
' Damn couldn't they place it in a better part of my already full HUD? Im lucky that Jacques is not using his ammo as "war paint" again or that thing would go crazy.... Hey that could be an idea.'
"I have an idea." He says in a rather louder tone to get the attention of the others which was easy with the in built communicator in his suit.
He continues :" The ship is a damn maze and without communications is it going to be difficult to find each other. This is why I think that we should mark the way were someone went to make sure that the others, or someone who got lost can find his or her way back and that fast."
He makes a short pause and looks around ,hoping that everyone is still listening.
"But it would also help the enemy to find us too, which is why I think that we should use something that only we can recognize as a marking."
With that does he tap on his helmet and speaks again:" We all have a Geiger Counter in our HUD, how about we use a specific radioactive material as the mark, and everytime we hear or see that the Counter reacts is that the way we have to go."
As he ends his explanation, shrugs Ermac with his shoulders and adds:" Well it's just an idea but I think it could work ya know?"
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Sergamon Draco
Rautaleijona
462
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Posted - 2014.04.14 03:22:00 -
[119] - Quote
Before sergamon leaves to hangar T-13,he says to adamance "My offer still stands after the mission"
Sergamon arrives to the cruiser and enters, "Did you all miss me yet" sergamon says.
Sergamon watches where ventus is and sits next to him " Now all the fun begins" Sergamon says to ventus
Fck the kdr,i`m going in
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
34
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Posted - 2014.04.23 01:09:00 -
[120] - Quote
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Cruiser
With everyone aboard the Cruiser the cargo hull doors began to close. The hydraulic doors hissing closed, as it sealed its occupants inside. For some reason Noah could not help but imagine the cruiser as a tomb that was being sealed. Just as the door closed the ship lifted off of the hanger floor and proceeded to exit the hanger.
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En Route to W-Space
The ship had been moving for about twenty minutes when a voice was heard over the mercenaries comm systems.
GÇ£Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,GÇ¥ The voice was bubbly and excited, clearly not a robot.
GÇ£My name is Cross and I will be your guide and the voice inside your head for the duration of this wonderful sight seeing excursion into W-Space.GÇ¥
GÇ£Now if you would please locate Mr. Jester he will be assisting me today.GÇ¥ The Matari woman seemed intent on continuing with the act.
Noah unbuckled himself and made his way further back, standing in the middle of the aisle so that the others could see him.
GÇ£Now on this excursion we will be traveling into unknown territory. To prevent you from traveling blindly you have been given access to a number of drones. Two dozen of them to be exact.GÇ¥
Noah opened up a large metal case and pulled out a metal ball about eight inches in diameter.
GÇ£These adorable little guys will be acting as our eyes and ears. They are active scanner drones that will be mapping out both ships.GÇ¥
As she spoke Noah activated the drone he was holding. It beeped to life with a small green light signaling it was on. The little ball floated happily at about head height. A few moments later he grabbed the floating drone. It responded with a dejected beep. Noah turned it off and put it back into its case.
GÇ£The drones you see behind my lovely assistant will be providing fire support as well as carrying your extra ammo. They can also be set to act as sentries.GÇ¥
Noah had taken a few steps backwards and was pointing up to the much larger drones resting in their housing above his head.
GÇ£I would like to say thank you to the lovely Junko for dispensing what information we do possess, it saves us on the time of having to explain a few things. The last thing that must be discussed is what to do in the case that the cargo hold you are currently in is breached. As we are in space we recommend hugging your knees, rocking back and forth, and praying to whatever god you believe in.GÇ¥
As she was speaking Noah demonstrated the suggested method. It was expertly done, possibly from past experience.
GÇ£We will be arriving at our destination in a few hours. Those of you that have paid for the tour will disembark at that time. We suggest you take that time to decide on how you will be spending your time. As a reminder we want to let you know that we are on a tight schedule. If you are not at the docks at the scheduled time you will be left behind and no refund will be given. We thank you for choosing the Worm Hole Party cruise. Your first and only choice in W-Space cruises.GÇ¥
Noah walked back to his seat, and rather ungracefully threw himself into it. The metal seat groaned in disdain as he did so. Noah stared up blankly at the ceiling for a few moments.
GÇ£Alright lets work this out, we donGÇÖt have a lot of time, and we need to prioritize our objectives. For the sake of time and efficiency I was thinking of splitting up into two teams. One squad will be responsible for the recovery of the artifact while the other will be responsible for the navvcomm.GÇ¥
He left it open for discussion and to determine how they were going to split up.
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Roy Ventus
Axis of Chaos
1724
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Posted - 2014.04.29 17:54:00 -
[121] - Quote
"Indeed. This can be no less than forgettable, Sergamon."
Roy nodded his head along to the speech as Cross went on. He was halfway bored and halfway interested, which was just another curse of being an immortal mercenary. He sighed as Cross finished and looked towards Noah as he started.
"Sounds like the best way to do it. Honestly I can't say who should be with who. Considering that some of us have had experiences with each other in the past, I believe it's better to go off of someone's elses statements when forming the squads."
Roy would then proceed to look at the other mercenaries aside from Junko and Sergamon.
Really. We just need to make balanced squads. Nothing too shabby, just a healthy formation.
"There once was a time when there wasn't a Roy Ventus and it wasn't much of a time at all."
http://royventus.tumblr.com
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
140
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Posted - 2014.04.30 18:38:00 -
[122] - Quote
[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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Crownrule
Company of Marcher Lords
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.07.23 09:46:00 -
[123] - Quote
(Am I able to join or is it closed)
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
39
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Posted - 2014.07.23 10:24:00 -
[124] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:(Am I able to join or is it closed)
This one is closed but there is another one that is just starting up. Go to the fiction section to sign up |
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