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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12571
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Posted - 2014.08.04 23:35:00 -
[31] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:
"B2 go to the doctor and the Captain and help them out, me and Templar Ouryon got everything over her." Crownrule tells the drone.
"Yes Templar, right away." The drone replies hovering out the door. Crownrule looks back to Kador waiting for an answer.
The entirety of the corridor shudders under the force of a massive impact, shock waves run through the walls, buckling the interlocking steel beams and shattering the reinforced glass in razor sharp clouds, each refracting the last of the half light as the over head neon lamps lost power. Tiny shards pelted the the blast guard of his dropsuit ensuring no a single one of the razor sharp shard penetrated his visor, bouncing off harmlessly, as he stuggled ineffectively to maintain his balance and grip on the prototype weapon.
A second wave of explosions from the North Wing rocked the facility, casting him to the floor, dazed, concussed by force of the impact. Over his suits internal communications networks he could hear Crownrule, his voice distorted by static interference, barely recognisable over the din cause by the security protocols klaxon call.
He recovered quickly, as only a clones enhanced physiology could, and propped himself up onto his knee, his photo-sensory units over clocking to process the facility being thrown into gloom.
He noted with a detached precision that the cart and weapon had only rolled several metres away, its outline faint, but slowly coming into focus. It was imperative that the weapon itself was secured for transport and extraction, a prototype could not be allowed to fall into enemy hands.......
Enemy hands, as single thought amongst a storm, as tactical information was being relayed to him through the Suits internal HUD. Unknown assailants.....identify, engage, extract.
"Understood Tiro....."
With a great effort he pushed himself to his feet, and made for the cart. The moment his hand touched the its handle and wave of relief washed over him. The prototype had suffered not damage as far as he could tell, only a slight dent in a section of the armoured shell where one of the support beams hand come to rest on top of it.
However it wasn't the external damage that concerned him. Focusing crystals were notoriously fragile things, even slight misalignments in the beam projection arrays could see significant damage done to the internal structure as the beam energy could be dispersed inside the weapon.
An instant later he was aware of a figure moving unsteadily down the corridor towards him, something that looked suspisiously like a rifle gasped in it hands. With practised movements he deactivated the maglocked sheath and drew forth the Assault Scrambler Rifle and leveled it down the corridor.
"Halt" He roared over the din. " Lay down you......"
It was a familiar figure. Palir. His face pale, exhausted, streaks of blood running down his face from a gash across his cheek. He limped over, offering a tired salute. He was still carried his rifle, an archaic projectile weapon, but noneless durable and effective, and his breast plate was dented and thick with a layer of Dust. Kador nodded his thanks, caught the man as burst of sparks lit up the corridor.
"Classiarii" he was breathing in sharp, ragged, bursts. " Message passed to Aram........ she....got the message...."
"Well done soldier." The Templar replied, his voice thick with pride. These were the Kamiera's he himself had taken command of during the recent peacekeeping efforts in Devoid.
" However we're under attack, I need you to go with the Tiro over there. You two have to secure the breach.....and ensure the Doctor and Captain can make it through to the hangars. I will head there myself and secure the cargo."
Without a word he reslung his rifle and gasped the fallen beam lying across the cart. With a heavy grunt of effort bent the support beam off the weapon, dislodging it, and Without hesitation, dragging the cart behind him mad his way towards the central concourse and cargo lifts.
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.05 07:14:00 -
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The soldier that was talking to Kador rushes over to crownrule hastily.
"Sir!" The soldier shouts saluting.
"At ease what us your name soldier?" Crownrule asks as they head for the doors.
"Daniel sir, what do you need me to do?" Daniel asks looking at crown with a glance
"Well for starters help me hold off the attackers until the captain and doctor get away safely, after that if we can't contain the breach.......we Will have to improvise but for now we hold off the attackers at any cosy understand?" Criwnruke asks daniel as they are now runnung down the hall with their guns out.
"Yes sir." Danuek says as he fires a round into the oncoming attackers.
"Curses.....there are more than I anticipated, get ready for a fight!" Crownrule shouts as he flips a small table on its side for cover.
"Hold them back! No one is getting through us!" Crownrule stands up and fires three shots into the attacker sending his body down to the floor limp. He fire another two into the other attacker causing him to fall onto one of his companions which crownrule fires one shot into his head. Daniel starts firing at the other attackers takijg three down with an entire mag. Crownrule looks up and sees that there are only three left. He reloads his pistol and leaps over the table and fires four rounds into the closest attacker and he throws himself into the other going to the ground. Crownrule Grabs his neck and grips it tightly and squeezes until the man is limp. Crownrule looks back and sees Daniel fighting the last attacker but to no avail as the man stabs Daniel with a knife. Crown rule grabs the man and feels a sharp pain in his stomach, he looks down and sees the knife inside of him. Crownrule kicks the man and rips the knife out, howling in pain he thrusts the knife through the mans neck. He looks at Daniel and sees that he is limp. Crown rule looks behind him and sees more enemy soldiers, he gets back to cover holding his stomach and shooting. He turns on his comms and connects to Kador.
"Templar Ouryon, I can't hold them off for much longer, Daniel is dead and I'm badly injured.." Crownrule tells Kador. He turns around the corner and shoots another attacker, he gets shot in the arm and yelps in pain.
"Ah!" Crownrule shouts into the comms, Templar Ouryon, the containment is a fail I'm going to destroy the north wing, if you are in it you better get out, I'll see you in the lab at the CRU." Crownrule says before going offline and slowly running and shooting at the oncoming attackers. Crownrule falls into the armory and grabs as many explosives as he can and limps out of the room and drops explosives around the corridor and when he gets to the entrance he is shot in the legs.
"Hold it right there!" A voice yells at him. Crownrule begins to crawl toward the door and the man steps on crownrules wound, he erupts a loud yell in pain and he reaches for the detonator. Before he is able to press it one of his headaches comes back and he drops it. The man kicks it aside and crown rule flips the man over on his back, they struggle for control of the fun and crownrule is able to turn it and shoot the man, he quickly crawls over to the detonator and picks it up.
"See you all in a bit." Crownrule says in his comm before pressing the switch setting off the explosions and activating the bulkheads closing off the facility. Crownrulebhas felt this process many times before in his lifetime, he feels the quick rush of pain and relief and soon enough his eyes open and he is on the ground back in his dropsuit and his gun he is disoriented and sits back down.
"The north wing is gone and the bulkheads are up, there still may be intruders so be cautious, I'm in the lab resting I just came back so I'll be a while." Crownrule tells everyone on his comma before laying down.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
45
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Posted - 2014.08.08 20:59:00 -
[33] - Quote
Hanger
As Galm continued to speak the women raised her weapon, now aiming at his head. She was about to say something as she was interrupted by one of the others.
GÇ£WeGÇÖve got Paladins incoming. They probably saw or felt what we did. No idea on exact numbers, storm is making it to difficultGÇ¥ The one speaking was carrying a large backpack connected to ancient looking communications equipment.
She sneered at the mention of Paladins. They had been tracking a patrol when the storm hit. They had planned on taking them engaging them before some smart-mouthed jackass who decided to park in the hanger roof interrupted their operation.
GÇ£Secure him and keep him out of the way. Those Paladins are most likely coming to investigate. Our goal remains the same.GÇ¥
Lower her weapon she started directing her troops, strategically placing them for an ambush. Another rebel approached Galm. He was young, under normal circumstances he would have been in school.
GÇ£Sorry about this,GÇ¥ As he spoke he bound GalmGÇÖs hands using a pair of standard issue manacles designed to hold standard humans.
GÇ£WeGÇÖre about to get into a fight, and she don't want to get you involved.GÇ¥
GÇ£Thirty secondsGÇ¥
The rebels took their positions and aimed at the hanger entrance. The young man dragged Galm over to a corner, out of the direct line of fire. He turned his back towards Galm as he raised his own weapon and concentrated on the door. The boy shook as he took aim.
At the twenty second mark the hanger suddenly exploded in a bright white light. The sound of scrambler and laser rifles echoed off of the metal hanger walls. The Amarr weapons went unanswered a brief second before a response came. The older projectile weapons wielded by the rebels rang out loudly.
The Paladins had anticipated some sort of ambush and had prepared accordingly. The rebel ambush was quickly becoming an Amarr ambush.
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.08.08 21:18:00 -
[34] - Quote
Lab
The Doctor was so engrossed in her work that she hardly registered all of the warning bombarding her.
Captain Bass wrote:"Doctor, we have to leave."
GÇ£I am currently in the middle of working Mr. Bass, and I have no intention of going anywhere at the moment. If you are so worried about my safety then I suggest you do your job better.GÇ¥
She never even bothered to look up from the small cube she was working on. It wasnGÇÖt until she started receiving communications on her neocom from the other researchers. They were all panicked and difficult to understand.
GÇ£You all get flustered by the smallest thingsGÇ¥ she muttered to herself.GÇ¥
It wasnGÇÖt until she felt the entire building shake that she lifted her head.
GÇ£You could have said something to meGÇ¥ she glared at Captain Bass.
Luxanne started moving around the lab grabbing documents and smaller prototypes. If they were going to be moving somewhere else she would need to bring her work with her.
(You can control her to get her moving)
Bridge
GÇ£Send in the second waveGÇ¥
GÇ£Sir, we havenGÇÖt reestablished communications with the first wave or the mercGÇÖs.GÇ¥
GÇ£Launch the second wave.GÇ¥
GÇ£Yes Sir.GÇ¥
Another group of pods were fired towards the surface. The second wave was intended to breach the east wing of the laboratory, grouping with the mercenaries and intercepting the target. Unfortunately for command they had no idea how the operation was going. There was still 7 minutes before they would be able to reestablish communications with the ground forces.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
294
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Posted - 2014.08.08 22:47:00 -
[35] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:
Lower her weapon she started directing her troops, strategically placing them for an ambush. Another rebel approached Galm. He was young, under normal circumstances he would have been in school.
GÇ£Sorry about this,GÇ¥ As he spoke he bound GalmGÇÖs hands using a pair of standard issue manacles designed to hold standard humans.
GÇ£WeGÇÖre about to get into a fight, and she don't want to get you involved.GÇ¥
Galm rolled his head back slightly, scoffing in discontent.
"No. No. This... No. You've got to be joking me kid! Look, I've been in your shoes before and the whole childhood soldier thing is overrated. Come on man, you don't know what you are doing here."
It was no use, the young trooper was dedicated to his squad leader through and through. Grabbing him by his breastplate, he dragged Fae out of the killzone and tossed him onto the floor. Of course Galm could have resisted, but what was the point? Better to let the rebels eat the bullets... eh, lasers... and deal with the Paladins. Whoever came out on top was irrelevant so long as they managed to take eachother out.
Quote:The boy shook as he took aim.
Watching the boy was almost painful. He was clearly terrified, and Galm was confident he'd end up dislocating his shoulder the way he was holding his rifle. It'd almost be funny to watch if it wasn't so sad. Fae propped himself up against the wall and calmly observed his guest.
"You're going to blow your shoulder out. Calm down and bring the stock in closer for gods sake. And m-- wait. Are you on full auto? Ancestors choke kid, you are a real piece of work."
Quote:At the twenty second mark the hanger suddenly exploded in a bright white light. The sound of scrambler and laser rifles echoed off of the metal hanger walls. The Amarr weapons went unanswered a brief second before a response came. The older projectile weapons wielded by the rebels rang out loudly.
The Paladins had anticipated some sort of ambush and had prepared accordingly. The rebel ambush was quickly becoming an Amarr ambush.
Against all odds for a brief astounding moment it seemed like the rebels were going to come out on top. Waves after waves of Paladins fell, stacking up one after the other in front of the entrance. Laser rounds ripped through the hanger as bullets bounced off the surrounding walls and polish Amarr armor. By the time the first rebel had been shot six Amarr had already been gunned down. Soon after they lost all momentum, and everything began to go downhill very, very fast.
One soldier shouted to his comrade for ammo, only to watch in horror as a powerful burst of radiation tore through his friends skull. In the blink of an eye the man's head burst into flames and imploded, scattering chunks of super-heated blood in every direction. Frozen in horror, he could do nothing but scream until a scrambler round grazed his throat. He dropped to the floor, silent but still very much alive as he thrashed in pain on the hard ground. Within seconds Paladins descended upon him, pulling him up and dragging him away to be taken captive. Shaking vigorously, the boy in front of Galm drew a bead on his comrade and placed three rounds into him and the rifleman hauling him off.
A single beam illuminated the surroundings before dissipating. The boy threw down his weapon and fell backwards, shuffling on his hands until he was against the wall with Galm. All the while Fae sat there, enjoying the light show.
"I... I had to do it!" the boy screamed over the shots, "They'da tortured him if they took him! We've seen what they do to the people they take prisoner!"
"I don't disagree," Galm replied flatly, hardly showing interest.
"I... I think I've been hit! My exoskeleton musta taken fire, I think I lost hydraulic pressure. I can't get up or nothing!"
Galm leaned over to check, only to seethe painfully and roll back against the wall.
"It's not your hydraulics friends. It's your legs."
"What?"
"It's your legs."
There was no way he could have known. Laser rifles burn so hot and shred flesh so fast that it could pass clean through a soldier's core and vaporize their torso without them even knowing until they hit the dirt. The laser had entered the poor bastard's left leg and angled upward into his lower back, severing all nerve connections and cauterizing the wound shut. Everything below his waist had been seared beyond repair and was only being held together by the structural integrity of his exosuit. He looked down, breathing heavy in agony. He shivered violently as he began to hyperventilate and grabbed madly at Galm's rail rifle. Screaming all matters of Matari profanities, he fire round after round downrange at the Amarr until he had emptied the clip. He crumpled in defeat against Fae, trying as hard as he could to hold back tears. Galm sighed, immediately overcome with a slight feeling of responsibility for the paralyzed victim.
"Flounder!" he heard the Krusual woman from before shout, "Flounder, where the **** are you!"
The boy against Galm's chest tried to speak up, but each word only seemed to give way to a series of sobs. Rolling his eyes underneath his helmet Galm ripped the chains on his handcuffs, shredding them like paper. Flounder looked up at him in amazement as Fae loaded another magazine into his weapon.
"I tried to tell you kid, it's pointless. Lucky for you bastards I'd rather have to answer to that androgynous little goblin than an Amarr jailer."
He pushed the Krusual rebel off of him and stood up, pulling the hatch to his nanohive and releasing a single swarm of metallic mist. The mist was quick to bond to Flounder, sealing his wounds and releasing morphine as it stitched his flesh back together as best as it could. Even with the painkillers the process was still unbelievably painful for mortals, rendering him a crumpled wreak while Fae began to engage the soldiers.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
329
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Posted - 2014.08.08 23:46:00 -
[36] - Quote
((Constructifying the quantum postage relay...
Rolling 1.5 sided dice...
Combobulating the discombobulators...
Assembling scenario...
Please stand by...))
He is indestructable!
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.11 15:57:00 -
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Luxanne Thaira wrote:Lab
The Doctor was so engrossed in her work that she hardly registered all of the warning bombarding her. Captain Bass wrote:"Doctor, we have to leave."
GÇ£I am currently in the middle of working Mr. Bass, and I have no intention of going anywhere at the moment. If you are so worried about my safety then I suggest you do your job better.GÇ¥ She never even bothered to look up from the small cube she was working on. It wasnGÇÖt until she started receiving communications on her neocom from the other researchers. They were all panicked and difficult to understand. GÇ£You all get flustered by the smallest thingsGÇ¥ she muttered to herself.GÇ¥ It wasnGÇÖt until she felt the entire building shake that she lifted her head. GÇ£You could have said something to meGÇ¥ she glared at Captain Bass. Luxanne started moving around the lab grabbing documents and smaller prototypes. If they were going to be moving somewhere else she would need to bring her work with her. (You can control her to get her moving)
After the Doctor collected her things, Alexander led her into the main corridor. His goal was to get her to the safe house deep in the compound and Alexander was willing to do anything to get her there safe. He heard gunfire, it was fairly close. He motioned to the doctor to slow down. He crept forward slowly and carefully. He looked into the other hall, seeing nothing he motioned to the doctor to follow
At the end of the hall was the entrance to the safe house. As they moved towards the door, the gunfire grew louder. Alexander turned around and was met with the sight of three hostile troops. They opened fire on him and the doctor. Alexander threw himself between the bullets and the doctor. The rounds hit Alexander in the stomach the pain was unbearable, but he raised his rail riffle and blasted two of the three attackers. His vision became blurry, he had lost a lot of blood. The third attacker raised his gun and Alexander knew it was over. But before the attacker could fire, B2 flew in, his normal blue light replaced by a blood red.
"Protect the Master!" shrieked the drone
He blasted the attacker with his laser. Alexander and the doctor ran into the safe house, B2 close behind. The three entered the room and Alexander slammed the lockdown control and the door closed/ He walked over to the corner and removed his helmet, drooping it to the floor. His hand moved to his stomach, he had lost a lot of blood. His strength in his legs failed and he crumbled to the floor.
B2 hovered over to Alexander. "Master! Your hurt!"
"No **** B2"
Alexander looked to the doctor and said
"Am I doing my job better Doc?"
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.12 00:07:00 -
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CAPTAN BAss wrote:Luxanne Thaira wrote:Lab
The Doctor was so engrossed in her work that she hardly registered all of the warning bombarding her. Captain Bass wrote:"Doctor, we have to leave."
GÇ£I am currently in the middle of working Mr. Bass, and I have no intention of going anywhere at the moment. If you are so worried about my safety then I suggest you do your job better.GÇ¥ She never even bothered to look up from the small cube she was working on. It wasnGÇÖt until she started receiving communications on her neocom from the other researchers. They were all panicked and difficult to understand. GÇ£You all get flustered by the smallest thingsGÇ¥ she muttered to herself.GÇ¥ It wasnGÇÖt until she felt the entire building shake that she lifted her head. GÇ£You could have said something to meGÇ¥ she glared at Captain Bass. Luxanne started moving around the lab grabbing documents and smaller prototypes. If they were going to be moving somewhere else she would need to bring soldiers with her. (You can control her to get her moving) After the Doctor collected her things, Alexander led her into the main corridor. His goal was to get her to the testing room deep in the compound and Alexander was willing to do anything to get her there safe. He heard gunfire, it was fairly close. He motioned to the doctor to slow down. He crept forward slowly and carefully. He looked into the other hall, seeing nothing he motioned to the doctor to follow At the end of the hall was the entrance to the testing room. As they moved towards the door, the gunfire grew louder. Alexander turned around and was met with the sight of three hostile troops. They opened fire on him and the doctor. Alexander threw himself between the bullets and the doctor. The rounds hit Alexander in the stomach the pain was unbearable, but he raised his rail riffle and blasted two of the three attackers. His vision became blurry, he had lost a lot of blood. The third attacker raised his gun and Alexander knew it was over. But before the attacker could fire, B2 flew in, his normal blue light replaced by a blood red glow. "Protect the Master!" shrieked the drone He blasted the attacker with his laser. Alexander and the doctor ran into the testing room, B2 close behind. The three entered the room and Alexander slammed the lockdown control and the door closed He walked over to the corner and removed his helmet, drooping it to the floor. His hand moved to his stomach, he had lost a lot of blood. His strength in his legs failed and he crumbled to the floor. B2 hovered over to Alexander. "Master! Your hurt!" "No **** B2" Alexander looked to the doctor and said "Am I doing my job better Doc?" He coughed a little blood
Crownrule immediately stood up as he heard more gunfire in the vicinity.
"Damn.......I'm no condition to fight but what choice do I have?" Crownrule asks himself as he gains his bearings. He grabs his scrambler rifle and heads through the doors where he hears the gunfire.
"This is crown, I am heading to the location of the shooting, is everything under control?" He asks waiting for a response. Crownrule turns the corner and sees the barrel of a gun hit him in his head. He staggers but quickly regains seeing the enemy before him, he aims his rifle but is then hit again with the rifle. This time he falls backwards but he gets back up quickly. Crownrule waits for the soldier to make the first move, after a few seconds he does and crownrule counters him and knocks him to the ground punching the soldier until he stops moving. Crownruke stands back up and fires a shot into the soldiers head. He runs down the hall, the shooting becomes louder and closer as he continues his advance throughout the facility.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
294
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Posted - 2014.08.12 06:21:00 -
[39] - Quote
BRIIIIIIIIIIIII WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK
Galm dove straight into the fire, pushing a Minmatar down into cover as he advanced forward recklessly. Each laser round bounced off his shields, weakening them but never breaking through. Even from the hip his aim made contact with the soldiers, striking them with enough force to knock them backwards at least a meter before falling dead. When he ran out of ammo on his rifle he let it dangle from his chest rig as he swung his sniper rifle to his shoulder. With a loud electronic crack the charge made contact with a Paladin , reducing him to a red mist. Diving behind a nearby support structure, Galm had already placed himself closer to the Amarr patrol than any of the rebels had positioned themselves. He had not only joined the fray, but was single-handedly mounting a counterattack. He looked back at the Krusual squad leader.
See did not look happy.
"What did you do with Flounder!" she demanded, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"He's stable! Wounded, but stable! Look lady, y--"
"Mongoose!"
"What!?"
"Mongoose. He was Flounder, you're calling me Mongoose!"
"Right! Damn! Mongoose! Look, you are going to need my help if you want to get out of this!"
"I don't need the help of a mercenary!"
"Are you ****ing me? Lady, did you see what I did to those handcuffs!?"
A second blast shook the building. As if startled, another wave of Paladins pushed through into the hander. Each one tripped slightly over their fallen comrads before quickly taking point and continuing their assault. Audibly growling, Galm took a deep breath and loaded another magazine.
BRIIIIIIII WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK THUMP WACK WACK WACK
Hawk-eye Occultus wrote:
Hawkeye moved towards the breach in the hanger, the dwindling number of laser "pews" versus the number of gunshots, and what sounded like the occasional rail rifle round was a healthy sign, perhaps Galm and some friendly soldiers had assembled there there.
This must be a staging area for the next push. he thought to himself.
Walking between the fallen paladins, he poked his head through the hole after the last weapons discharges ended.
"H-Hey there... Sorry I'm late!"
Galm took aim at the Sentinel, pausing for a second as his IFF recital magically shifted to blue. He blinked two or three times, turning to Mongoose and waving madly before charging forward and forcing her gun to the ceiling as she tried to unload another hail of bullets.
"Blue on blue, blue on blue! Hold your fire!"
The rebels stopped firing, but kept their weapons shouldered on the other mercenary. They seemed horribly unsettled at the thought of facing an Amarr version of... Whatever Galm was. Fae wasted no time to explain to them that his comrad was not with the local Paladins, insisting that he speak in his natural Gallente to assure them that Hawkeye was not the enemy. There was a slight chill in the air as the thought descended on Galm: He was all the help he was going to get. Occultus was the only fellow operative who had received his transmission. Galm politely asked Mongoose on if their team had seen any other pods go down that weren't affiliated with the Republic Fleet. She remained silent, choosing her words carefully before responding.
"Several hours ago an additional set of pods were launched planetside from a recon frigate in orbit. Of the six pods launched, four of them burnt up in atmosphere. Evidently two of those pods collided, slowing their decent just enough for their inertia dampeners to protect the occupants. I guess whoever sent them hadn't accounted for the friction of the sandstorm before sending their troops down here. I assume that is where you two lucky bastards come in."
Apparently, Mongoose and her team were assigned to hunt down a mechanized patrol that had left a nearby research facility to alert the nearest settlement of an assault on the compound. They had chased the Amarr for hours in the storm, each getting lost along the way multiple times before finally arriving at the local airfield. While all fighters had been grounded and civilian craft ordered into their hangers to prepare for the storm, the colony was still heavily defended by planetary and anti-ship artillery.
"We thought the additional set of pods sent planetside were launched to take the town. Without proper comms, we figured we needed eyes on the pods that had survived to confirm they were reinforcements. I have to admit, seeing your sorry mug was a bit disappointing. But any man willing to gun down as many Paladins as you did is alright in my book."
"You said the patrol you were hunting was mechanized? Like a convoy?"
Mongoose chuckled heartily, signalling her team to the hanger doors. Four came to her aid while the others tended to Flounder, sterilizing his wounds and feeding him any rations they had on hand. The five rebels pulled at the large metal doors, not wanting to make any more noise by running the motor. With a tremendous creak it rolled backwards, letting a gust of sand into the building and filling it with a rust-colored haze. Outside stretched a flat runway, covered mostly by quickly-forming sand dunes. If it weren't for the occasional bare patches of tarmac Galm would had easily mistook it for yet more desert.
There, half buried beneath the dunes, sat a line of four gold-plated LAVs with powerful Arc Canons mounted behind the driver's seat.
"So kakku," Galm ventured, turning to Hawkeye, "You ever gone on a joy ride before?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12930
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Posted - 2014.08.17 23:49:00 -
[40] - Quote
Research Facility: Main Concourse
The corridors were awash with flicking bursts of amber light as the facilities security systems slowly failed, as the significant damages done to to the North Wing cause numerous chains of critical failures across the research hub's main powergrid. Lights flickered eerily plunging the area into gloom periodically forcing the already over clocked photosensors of his dropsuit into a state of flux, whirring like and angry hornet as the light pulsated sickeningly. Mist leaked from the severed pipes that had once composed the facilities temperature control grid, tumbling to the floor with an ethereal, weightless grace where it over the floor in thick clouds that obscured his legs up to the knee.
The Templar hurried through it all, ignoring the icy chill, ignoring the growing sense of nausea, ignoring the chattering clap of gunfire as it echoed down the halls towards him.
It all fell still however as he stepped out of the serpentine, darkened corridors and onto the main concourse. The concourse itself was part atrium, part foyer of the research facility, containing several security check points, biological matter scanners, and desks for the research staff and administrators.
On his right was the main service elevator he would need to take to the Hangars, if, God willing, they were still active he could access them in a matter of minutes.
However that was dominated by a massive frame of steel beams and plas-glass that composed the frontal portion of the complex. Critical failures had ensured the storm shudder had only descended part way, leaving the entirety of the complex exposed to the storms wrath. Several sections of the plas-glass had already shattered and thin wisps of sand was already whipping though the penetrations..... a solid wall of deep browns and black dominated his view through the plas-glass.
It was a moment later that he realised with an abject horror that he was staring our into the storm front, watching with each second as its terrifying bulk dominated the horizon beyond the settlement below. It was reminiscent of the destructive sandstorms that had ravaged the planet of Iesa III, that forced their columns to laager down once a fortnight, but on a massive scale.
"God preserve us...." he whispered, awestruck.
It certainly was a sight. It was inspiring, a symbol of God's majesty and presence, He was after all a part of all things.
Kador stared but a moment longer, wondering how long it would be before the facility was entirely engulfed. However a short skittering sound behind him diverted his attentions. He dropped the carts handle and in a single fluid motion dropped to a knee, levelling his Assault Scrambler Rifle at the source.
Something moved in the dark, a flurry of motion, human.
"Halt!" he called out, projecting his voice through klaxxon of the alarms, finger tightening on the trigger.
The figure slowed...but did not stop. Through the gloom he caught sight of a single flapping section of white fabric...... possibly a laboratory technician.
He relaxed visibly, breathing deeply to still the natural reactions a combat state had to his enhanced phjysiology, lowering the rifle into a rest position.
A Crackle of static buzzed, close to his ear, broadcasting his allies communications.
Crownrule wrote: He turns on his comms and connects to Kador.
"Templar Ouryon, I can't hold them off for much longer, Palir is dying and I'm badly injured...
Dammit, he lamented internally, berating himself for not being on the frontlines. He'd made his choice though, the Medium Attack Vehicle would have to be prepared if the security forces were going to extract from the facility, and he was the best suited to prime their systems.
But it was painful. When a Kamiera died their body was preserved as was tradition, and the fallen was then cremated and had their ashes rubbed into ceremonially inflicted wounds.
I'll be back for you Palir, all of us will. Aram, myself, the unit.... and then these Matari will pay.
" Tiro pull back and establish a position with Thaira and the Captain if you can, they will need you."
With that the Templar in him rose to the fore, dragged the cart over to the service elevator, struggled with the elevators main doors, struggling to pry them apart. With a grunt of effort he shoved the two doors apart in a brief shower of sparks, and started into the cavernous vertical shaft, air being sucked through as the pressure equalised.
He assessed it quickly, main cabin had sunk down and was inaccessible but the door was ajar. Through the slight gap he could see a prone, unmoving form, it was then he became aware he was standing in a puddle of sticky crimson which surrounded the severed leg of the unlucky technical officer. He glaced down the adjacent shaft noting its elevator was fortunately down on the Hangar level, a fair, but manageable jump.
"Of all the damnable ways to die......" He said, shaking his head and offering a prayer to the poor unfortunate. Next he tore off the elevators computerised panel, noting with frustration that the circuits themselves had burn out, probably when he had forced the doors open earlier.
There was likely no graceful way down the elevator shaft.
Sighing, bitterly wishing he had an alternative, he undid the mag locks on the cart, and groaning with effort hefted the laser cannon.
As soon as he stepped onto the roof of the elevator he knew he'd made a mistake, with a deafening screech the evelator gave way, the nanoweave cables snapping above, dropping down into the abyss below.
The Templar fell. He fell three stories, cushioning the weapon's fall, and hammering through the roof of the elevators cabin into punching an indentation into its floor below.
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.08.20 02:50:00 -
[41] - Quote
Crownrule is outside the doors where he can hear the gunfire outside the door.
"I have to make it to the doctor and Captain....for Palir" Crownrule whispers to himself as he kicks the door open and fires at the closest combatant. He kills six before he takes a round to the leg, arm, and shoulder, Crownrule limps over to the other side of the room.
"Doctor? Captain? Are you alright?"Crownrule asks as he bleeds on the floor.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
296
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Posted - 2014.08.20 03:57:00 -
[42] - Quote
Local Airfield Outside of the Burn Zone
It was worth noting that Galm had never been formally taught how to drive. Sure, he could download skillbooks and train in virtual reality, but at the end of the day he was born a station rat with little need for road transportation. Whatever technique he had managed to purchase and have streamed directly through his implant was (for the most part) wasted on his lack of prior experience.
After a typhoon of racial slurs, he had managed to crack his way into the Amarr convoy systems and hijacked the LAVs for himself. Galm hoisted himself into the driver's seat of the first car, tossing his sniper rifle into the passenger side as Hawkeye eagerly jumped into the rear to man the arc canon. His burlap shroud danced freely in the raging storm as a wave of Matari insurgents followed, desending upon the armored jeeps with the same fury and grace as the harsh sand that had already succeeded in burying the vehicles half-way up the tires on the vacant airfield. Some dug furiously while others pushed to drive out of the dunes, eager to take any advantage they could get over the local Paladins.
"Where's Flounder?" Galm heard Mongoose screech at the top of her lungs over the deafening wind.
"Still inside!" a fellow soldier called, "He's stable, we got the doc taking a look at him!"
"He's tough, he'll make it through! Tell Razor and Thrash to stay behind and fortify the airfield as a fallback position while we go hunting!"
"You mean your not coming with us?" Galm projected from the speakers of his dropsuit.
"Not happening Pixy! Half of our forces have already been hammering away at that research station. We keep throwing troopers into the meat grinder without securing the surrounding colony and planetary defenses, and we'll all be killed to the last man. No offense, but there's no way you're leaving that place alive!"
"Yeah," Galm spat, shifting the vehicle into drive, "That's usually about the size of it."
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Research Facility, Main Gate
As has been mentioned, Fae had never been properly taught how to drive. The first several minutes were dreadful in itself, consisting of tires spinning madly without results as the team tried to simply drive out of the surrounding bluffs. It only got worse from there as they attempted to leave the tarmac, flipping at least twice over jagged sand drifts before both decided it would be better to simply snake around them. By the time they finally arrive at something that resembled a road Hawk was clutching nervously to the turret, more for support than defense.
The high speeds in the open air LAV sandblasted their shields, causing them all to flicker slightly before snapping back to full power. While visibility was still low, they were fairly certain they were heading in the right direction. Distant gunfire and shelling betrayed the cover and served as a clear beacon for the mercenaries. As the gunfire drew nearer and the explosions rang louder, the noise created a storm within a storm. What wasn't blinded by the red haze was overloaded with powerful shock waves or hammering turret blasts, rendering nearly all the senses deafened.
And yet, Galm somehow managed to be even louder.
Without warning, Galm's sensors detected a large cluster of moving objects ahead of him. While he tried to swerve to avoid them, a gust of wind swept below the chassis and tossed the car into the air. It flew several meters like it were made of Styrofoam, tumbling about ever forward towards the mass of gods-know-what.
When the careening carriage finally did hit the ground, it rolled over six full times as it barreled through what a nauseate Galm could barely identify as soldiers. Oddly, the only thing Galm could think about was he rifle as he clamored to pull it into his lap so it didn't fly out of the seat.
When the tumbling transporter finally did come to rest, it was only after it was slowed by smashing through a massive gate. Galm found himself upside-down facing the concrete as a dark liquid-- Was it blood for fuel?-- began to trickle down over his helmet.
"****..." he groaned, coming to slightly, "Sorry about that kakku."
Fae unlatched himself from his seat, once again hitting the floor with a half-hearted 'banzi' before laying at rest for two or three seconds. When he finally worked up the spirit to pull himself out from under the car, he could clearly see the world around him without it spinning. He was in the courtyard of the facility, directly in the center of a large semicircular parking lot used for the loading and unloading of doctors and equipment. On all sides stood large concrete walls, worn down from a prolonged siege as critical electrical and steam systems vented outward into the surrounding air. Not far away lay the twisted, mangled forms of Minmatar rebels who had been thoroughly crushed seemingly at random by a flying car.
There was something else, it was hard not to notice it... For a few precious moments, everything had grown silent. Then there was movement, and a single order.
"Enemy reinforcements! Twenty five meters ahead in the courtyard! Engage!"
Projectile rounds were the first to break the silence as several bullets bounced off Galm, then lasers flashed from the platforms above. He barely had time to rush to cover before his shields were completely stripped bare.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
345
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Posted - 2014.08.20 22:18:00 -
[43] - Quote
The ride on the Amarrian LAV could be described nothing short of 'hellish'. The vehicle was being thrown, careened, and flipped across the sandy landscape in ways that seemingly defied possibility. The glistening ARC cannon mounted on the rear was acting more as an anchor than a weapon.
The thumping of heavy turret emplacements and artillery shelling was getting loud enough to be heard over both the storm and the uninsulated engine, betraying at lest the approximate lactation of the facility. There was still nothing that could be seen past the twin red and blue hazes that continued to plague them.
Suddenly, and without warning; the LAV swerved to one side, and was thrown into the air. Hawkeye held onto the turret as hard as he could, but it had other ideas. As the rapidly spinning vehicle reached the peak of it's air time, one of the turret handles sheered off; the resulting imbalance causing Hawkeye to lose his grip on the remaining good handle.
Although he did land on something soft, his momentum continued to carry him across the concrete towards the crashed hulk of the former LAV. When he finally pulled his head up, he could see stars of all different colours. He was also fairly sure he could see double, he was light-headed at the very least.
Galm Fae wrote:"****..." he groaned, coming to slightly, "Sorry about that kakku."
He was too groggy to even bother acknowledging Galm's comment. His hands hurt a little worse than the rest of him, and his ribs didn't feel too steady. He would complain later.
He got up slowly, not noticing the unnerving silence through the sound of his heartbeat.
Galm had, by this point, pulled himself from the wreck, and was looking around.
{UNKNOWN} wrote:"Enemy reinforcements! Twenty five meters ahead in the courtyard! Engage!"
The order was shouted from somewhere above, although the meaning was lost on Hawkeye's still dazed mind. The intent, however, soon became apparent when bullets and lasers started pelting him; driving him to the nearest cover he could locate.
Following Stanley, to ADVENTURE! (Courtesy of The Adventure LineGäó)
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
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Posted - 2014.08.22 02:49:00 -
[44] - Quote
The once spotless research facility was now covered in a fine layer of sand and debris. To the Doctor it looked completely foreign. Its current state betrayed her memory, it was as if she had been transported to one of the bombed out buildings inside the colony. She was in a daze, as if she was walking through a dream. Her limbs felt heavy and were slow to respond.
Her legs continued propelling her forward at a slow pace as she shuffled her feet. The bodies of PalladinGÇÖs, researchers, and Matari attackers were scattered throughout the halls. When Luxanne saw them all that she felt a slight twinge of guilt. She had never bothered to interact socially with many of them. They had died and she never even bothered to learn their names. Their crimson blood stained the white walls and floor. It reminded her of an artist throwing paint against a wall.
It was the staccato sounds of gunfire that finally shook her from her daze. Her immediate reaction was fear, GÇ£IGÇÖm going to die on this dust ball of a planet.GÇ¥ It was immediately followed by confusion, GÇ£Why are we heading towards the sounds of gunfire?GÇ¥ Her confusion was quickly followed by anger, GÇ£Why in gods name is he leading me towards them?GÇ¥ She was about to give voice to her thoughts when the Matari soldiers opened fire. She only saw them raise their guns before her field of vision was filled by someoneGÇÖs back.
Her body was completely frozen; she couldnGÇÖt move a single muscle. In the back of her mind she thought it was strange, her fight-or-flight response should have kicked in. maybe she had been hit by bullet and no longer had control over her body? These thoughts were quickly obliterated as Bass returned fire. As the rail rifle fired the noise nearly deafened her. The proximity of the gun and her unprepared body caused her ears to ring. Although he was no longer firing the ringing still persisted. She sort of recognized someone pulling at her arm, urging her forward. Disoriented and confused she stumbled into the room behind Bass.
Captain Bass wrote:B2 hovered over to Alexander. "Master! Your hurt!"
"No **** B2"
Alexander looked to the doctor and said
"Am I doing my job better Doc?"
He coughed a little blood
The ringing had subsided and she had regained her senses as he spoke. For a moment she didnGÇÖt know what to say or do. GÇ£Should I help him? Is he going to die? What do I do?GÇ¥
GÇ£Given our current situation I would have to say you are actually doing worse.GÇ¥ She spoke in a deadpan matter-of-fact way. It helped her regain her composure.
She was sweating a little and shaking slightly. She shoved her hands into her pockets to hide them. She needed to decide what to do. There was a decent chance that the attacking party knew their location. It was also obvious that the man currently sitting in a small puddle of his own blood was not exactly in fighting shape. Outside the door she could hear more soldiers approaching. The door they were hiding behind protected them from small arms fire and grenades, but it would probably not hold up against a larger charge. Or they could probably just hack their way through the control panel.
In a futile attempt she searched for a med kit in the room. The voice in her head kept telling her that it was pointless. The wound was too severe to simply be wrapped up. His own stomach acid was probably eating away his internal organs as she continued to search. It would probably take at least 10 minutes for him to completely bleed out. She needed to make a decision quickly.
Her shoulders slumped and she hung her head as she approached Bass.
GÇ£We probably only have a handful of minutes before they get through that door.GÇ¥ She continued to look down at her feet.
GÇ£You really arenGÇÖt in any condition to protect yourself let alone me.GÇ¥
She pulled a small object from one of her coat pockets. It small enough that she was easily able to grasp it in a single hand. Trembling slightly she raised her hand. She was holding a smaller version of the Ammarian scrambler pistol. Although it was smaller in size it lacked none of the extravagant engravings and etchings of its larger brother. The gun was as much a piece of art as it was a weapon. She leveled the weapon at his head.
Outside she could hear a number of bodies outside the door. They were about to breech.
GÇ£You had better save me.GÇ¥
Luxanne allowed her logic to take over, trying to reign in her emotions. The trembling stopped momentarily. At their distance she couldnGÇÖt miss. The room echoed with the sound of a weapon discharging. She fired two shots into his head. The pistol
GÇ£Drone I need you to follow me when they take me, and relay that information to the others.GÇ¥
Crownrule wrote:"Doctor? Captain? Are you alright?"Crownrule asks as he bleeds on the floor.
GÇ£My apologies TemplarGÇÖs but it would seem that I am in need of your assistance.GÇ¥ She spoke over the internal communication system.
Just as she finished speaking the door opened. Several soldiers streamed into the room weapons at the ready. Luxanne held her hands in the air in a sign of surrender.
GÇ£This is Squad 6, we have secured the package and are proceeding to extraction. Expecting heavy resistance.GÇ¥
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
297
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Posted - 2014.08.22 06:58:00 -
[45] - Quote
Everything had fallen apart pretty well at this point, which was good news. At least now Galm was thoroughly certain that he had hit bottom and there was no way to go but up. Hunched behind the twisted form of the LAV, he could clearly see Hawkeye a short distance away behind his own selection of cover. Bullets snapped off the metal frame of the car and bounced off him one after the other in a hail of gunfire. He pressed downward hard on his leg were a round had found its way in, slightly resenting the fact that he'd have to waste a cluster of nanites on his wounds instead of forming new ammo. He was down to his last mag in his rail rifle and the kick from his sniper was beginning to prove far too powerful for him to continue aiming accurately.
His shoulder hurt. His back hurt. His leg hurt. But damn it, he was a Dragonaur! He'd fought for the Legion and backwards chickenshit uniforms all over the cluster and this was still by far not the worse situation he had ever been in. Besides, there was something pleasantly absent thus far in the mission. The delightful lack of Templars was enough for Galm to know that she was still in the area and being guarded personally.
Which means she is probably still alive. Good.
Gleefully, Galm pulled back the hatch on his nanohive. Another wave of metallic fog bonded with his thigh and sealed the wound as a second cluster took shape and replicated the form of Galm's last magazine. The copy was nearly identical and snapped into place in the chamber with a loud clack, just as it should. He breathed deeply, then he was still...
When the wind felt right he shot from his cover and bolted into the facility, suppressing his unseen enemies from the hip in the hopes that Hawkeye was not far behind him. The inside of the station, while quickly filling with small pockets of sand, was for the most part shielded from the outside storm. Fae couldn't help but giggle with satisfaction as his visor kicked to life and began passively scanning the surrounding corridors. A well-dampened dropsuit could have slipped by unseen, but a baseline paladin would glow like hellfire even behind several layers of steel doors with his equipment.
His visor picked up several contacts deep within the facility, chiming like a terrier sniffing out a rat. He hunted the blips down, taking care to observe dropped shell casings and footprints in the sand to find his way through the maze of dilapidated hallways. The rush of tracking his prey was simply intoxicating, harkening back to when he was in the Taskforce Command. He had tried to bury that part of his life, really he had... But there were times were it was more convenient to simply let the monster out. He let his rifle drop to his side for a moment as he laughed, digging his free hand into his helmet. There was... Something behind it.
Under his skin.
Behind his eyes.
In his skull.
His implant. He could feel it, burn hotter and hotter against his brain in a way he hadn't felt since the last time he had 'gone 514.'
In a dark part of himself, Galm loved that feeling.
He shook his head, knowing that he was letting himself trail off to much. He wanted to go back desperately but there was still work to do there in the real world. His hands shook as he shouldered his weapon and continued to track the contacts, whistling a a hauntingly familiar tune as he sallied fourth.
Quote:GÇ£This is Squad 6, we have secured the package and are proceeding to extraction. Expecting heavy resistance.GÇ¥
The next sound was that of thunder. That, of course, came just slightly after the soldier's head had disintegrated to a thin red steam. The next shot ripped through the chest of another Matari, boring a hole large enough to pass a basketball through. The other operatives failed to react at all, frozen in the shock of having to pick bits of their buddy off their shirt. That gave Galm the chance to close the distance and grab one by the collar, tossing him into the air behind him until he made contact with the floor. His neck broke on impact and left him convulsing violently while Fae grabbed hold of the next and began beating his head ruthlessly against the nearest wall. The blows only stopped when there was no longer a 'head' to be bashed. When it was all over, there stood the mercenary. He was covered in sand, glazed in ash, and his burlap cover had long since been stained in blood.
He stood silent before the scientist, trying his hardest to calm down and catch his breath. When he finally spoke, it was with honesty and remorse.
"I'm... Sorry you needed to see that ma'am... But you're my HVI. And I'm not letting you get away."
There was an awkward silence. Or perhaps he was only mistaking her own terror.
"All I want is to get you off this planet alive. You can run, but I will find you again. Or you can come with me, and trust that I don't want to hurt you."
Galm dug into his harness and drew out a chocolate bar, raising it forward as a peace offering. The wrapping was soaked in blood and the chocolate was almost certainly melted by now, but it was best gesture he had.
"Girls, ugh... T-- They like chocolate, right? And y-- well obviously your a g--... **** it, take it if you want it."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
9
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Posted - 2014.08.22 19:39:00 -
[46] - Quote
Alaxander's eyes flashed open. He punched a hole in his tank and fell out. He leaped up and put his armor on. He was filled with a flaming rage. He mumbled to himself
"That sexy ****."
The Doctors last words echoed in his ear
"You had better save me" she had said
"I will, by God I will save you"
He loaded his rail rifle and grabbed a set of nova knifes. He ran out the door. Outside there were three rebels. He made short work of them. He ran through the halls killing everything in his path. He reached for his communicator.
"B2! Where is the Doctor?" He shouted
"She has been taken master! I'm watching her captors from afar, she is with a clone sir"
"Damn, stay locked on her position I'm on my way"
Just as Alaxander turned the corner he saw Templar Crownrule bleeding on the floor. He ran up to the Templar and stabbed a nanite injection into him. He didn't wait for the Templar to respond
"Doctor has been taken, the enemy has clones, your with me, let's move"
Alaxander returned to his sprint. He had no mercy in his heart for his enemies. He didn't care what she thought about it, he loved the Doctor. He WAS going to save her, he WAS going to find the people who took her, and he WAS going to kill them.
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.08.23 17:20:00 -
[47] - Quote
"Doctor where is your position?" Crownrule asks through his comms. He hears more gunfire and he begins to limp down the hall.
"Templar Ouryon i have taken care of a small squad of matari, i am niw enroute to find the doctor and secure her safely havr you any word on the captain?" Crownrule asks Kador as he hears no more gunfire. He drops his scrambler rifle as it proves to be to heavy and he picks up a magsec SMG and goes into a run down the hall.
"I have to hurry, we can't fail now not when I'm so close..... For god and empire." Crownrule says to himself as he nears the door.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13031
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Posted - 2014.08.26 01:02:00 -
[48] - Quote
The fall was over in an instant.
A single blissful instant of weightlessness, then vertigo, then pain.
As he crashed through the roof of the elevator he saw stars. As he ploughed into the floor beneath those stars were replaced by a blinding white light where dark patches of black danced in and undulating pattern like spots across the face of a sun. His chest was afire with pain where the weight of the Laser Cannon had crushed his rib cage into his chest despite the rigid frame of his dropsuit. His spine fortunately was undamaged, the reinforcements for the suits spinal integration systems had protected him during the fall, he would still be able to move.....but it would be slow and excruciatingly painful.
With a terse grunt he pushed the cannons weight of his chest, acknowledging the indentations in the metal floor that his body had made, almost like a miniature crater. His vision began to return to him, first shadows and silhouettes, then colours, finally motion.
Someone was standing over him..... thin, tanned skin, a cascade of dark hair running down the right side of their face.
"Sa...t--ya?" he mumbled groggily trying to prop himself up onto his elbows.
His confusion grew..... it was impossible. The Matari girl wasn't even in system. She was supposed to he far away in the Mandate.
A solid hand on his chest thrust him downwards, sending spasms of pain through the shattered ribs. He had not the strength to get up, the clone was dying......unless.....
He fumbled about one of the many tactical harnesses strapped to his plating for the Nanite Injector.
" No sir" a quick, militaristic response. " Ensign Aram sir.....still yourself a moment while the Nanites take effect."
The Templar barely heard her as the fire in his chest grew more intense, reaching the intensity he was all to familiar with, as the compressed Nanite bundles that were forced into his flesh took effect. With their bio-mechanical efficiency they immediately triaged and began to repair his broken bones and ruptured organs.
The whole experience was over quickly and left his chest tingling. He felt strength surge into his legs and with a groan forced himself up out of the elevator and into the hangar.
He glanced around taking stock of his situation.
He'd made it to the Hangar, and much to his relief the the Cannon had not been damaged in the fall, his body absorbing most of the shock and cushioning the heavy armament. Though he'd spent much more of his time in the laboratories protecting the Doctor and her support staff he still knew his way around the Hangar. It was laid out like many others he had seen before, one of the many benefits of prefab structures he supposed.
Crates of tools and military grade armaments lined the walls surrounding the golden frames of six heavily armoured Vehicles, the convoy they had arrived in nearly a week ago....or what was left of them. Most of the hulls had been taken to pieces for the mandatory maintenance that had been scheduled. Several were missing their core components, and several had their armour stripped back for a reworking of their powergrids and sensor suites. Only two of the vehicles would drive, the Solace class Heavy Assault Vehicle and the Imperator Armoured Personel Carrier.
To compound his frustrations through the crackle of the communications channel came a short transmission.
Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£My apologies TemplarGÇÖs but it would seem that I am in need of your assistance.GÇ¥ She spoke over the internal communication system.
Just as she finished speaking the door opened. Several soldiers streamed into the room weapons at the ready. Luxanne held her hands in the air in a sign of surrender.
GÇ£This is Squad 6, we have secured the package and are proceeding to extraction. Expecting heavy resistance.GÇ¥
He cursed violently, a slew of rather foul language involving the mother of a Shakorite and several Fedo ,which evoked a snicker from the female Kamiera. In spite of himself he could not help but be amused..... of all the things to go wrong.
He turned back to Aram, noting that she too was clad in a more conservative armour that protected her forearms and legs with heavy plating. Looking at her more closely she did resemble Satja, the dark hair, which cascaded down the right side of her face, and her deep brown eyes, the shape of her face.
"What is the situation in the city?"
"Stable Sir, patrols are on the streets looking for the insurrectionists as we speak, sweeping towards the air fields. Civillians and Slaves secured and awaiting evacuation."
"And your message?"
"Unable to deliver it in person sir. Used and encrypted channel to contact Imperial Command."
The Templar hesitated, slowly considering what to say next.
"Palir is dead." He said with great sorrow.
"I....... I see. God preserve him." Aram, echoing his feelings. "He is with us still"
It was only then he noticed a number of huddled forms behind the Kamiera, shrunk back into the corner of the hangar, peeking over the piled containers at them. Most bore the distinct facial features of Amarrians, some Khanid faces, a Ni-Kunni, and to his surprise a pair of ethnic Gallenteans by their enviable jaw lines.
He retracted the vision, exposing his hairless grey flesh, burning red eyes, yet decidedly Amarrian face and cast a concerned look down at the soldier.
She shrugged then shook her head.
Kador let out another sigh, racking his brain for a solution.
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
300
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Posted - 2014.09.02 01:16:00 -
[49] - Quote
Quote:
"Girls, ugh... T-- They like chocolate, right? And y-- well obviously your a g--... **** it, take it if you want it."
The doctor said nothing. She just stood there, frozen in fear as Galm continued to hold out the soiled candy. He tried to be patient, advancing a few careful steps and loosening his stance as he lowered his weapon. Even still she did not move, speak, or give the slightest hint of her intent.
She's buying herself time, Galm decided before retracting his arm and shouldering his rifle once again.
"Very well then miss, I suppose you don't mind if I have it then."
In one fluid motion Fae undid the latch to his visor and pulled it off, never breaking eye contact with the woman. She gasped softly when she saw the man underneath the armor. His face was a complete pale wash, like frozen flesh had been carefully molded together around a bundle of deep purple veins that traced their way in every direction like venomous worms. His eyes were ghastly white, with no clear iris to identify against the rest of his sclera. A cold chill ran through her as she pondered the implications. His physical body was nothing more than a loose coalition of nanites and biomass organized to create a mass-produced weapons system to be build upon.
Even in this state of total uniformity, individual traits shown through. The way he grinned smugly as he peeled away the chocolate wrapping with his teeth only seemed to highlight how horrific his current state actually was. Weapon or not, there was still clearly a soul bound to it for better or worse. It was nothing short of an insult to God and all his creation.
The silence was unnerving as he continued to gnaw away while he pondered exactly what to do with the doctor. With Hawkeye nowhere to be found, Galm hadn't exactly developed an extraction plan for him alone. Just when he was in the brink of a harebrained idea, his radio screeched to life in a loud electronic pop.
Quote:"Misfit Elements! Misfit Elements! Radio communication reestablish, the storm is finally passing. Report your status to your individual support operators and regroup for a counterattack. Repeat all elements, we are taking this sector today! Please report status and casualties so we can assess the battle."
The response was deafening. All at once Tribal Liberation squads across the burn zone began reporting their status in a panic over open comms, screaming for assistance over overwhelming gunfire. The wave of responses all blended together into an unintelligible deluge of fear. Certain key phrases stood out, including but not limited to all gone, routed, and gods help us. It was quickly becoming apparent that today the Republic Fleet had failed. Galm breathed deeply, then slipped his helmet back on to connect to the frigate he had launched from.
"Misfit Actual, this is Pixy. Where the hell is that support?"
When the ship replied, the yeoman sounded absolutely flabbergasted.
"This is Actual! Pixy, report your status! Has the away team secured the package?"
Galm scoffed.
"I am the away team now. You done ****** up on this one, let me tell you. I recommend you fire whoever was in charge of setting those drop pods. I get the feeling you know that though, seeing as how you've got the Republic Fleet down here trying to move in on my contract."
"Pixy, listen very carefully. We needed to ensure that the scientist made it off the planet before bombardment began. The Tribal Liberation Force can't hold their position anymore. The Republic Fleet has lost this battle and we need to pull out before the Amarr use the break in the storm to activate their orbital defense. We deeply regret the inconvenience, but we understand that death is merely a part of the job for you. You are expendable, that scientist is not."
Galm eyed her for a while before advancing forward and grabbing her by the collar. Gently but firmly he forced her against the wall face first before diving into his harness once again and pulling out a polymer zip tie to bind her hands with. He spoke clearly and carefully while he tighten them around her wrists.
"See... The thing about that Misfit... You may not have won today, but I have."
He blew a raspberry into his microphone and cut contact, laughing much more than he should for something so immature. He felt his skin shift once again as another rush overtook him. When the doctor was sufficiently secured he stepped back and admired his work while he used the barrel of his gun to keep her pressed against the wall. With a beaming grin, he began to broadcast over all frequencies. He spoke in a singsong voice, obviously very proud of himself.
Quote:"Heeeeeeeeey! To any Paladins or... For that matter any Templars, Chimeras, or other misguided auxiliaries that might be out there fighting for their lives... I think you left something behind here in the research center. I believe I deserve some sort of finders fee, no? I mean, unless she isn't worth anything. Then I can just splatter her against this wall or something, I don't know. I mean, there are some faces that would look a lot better with a hole in them but this isn't one of those. Can't build on perfection, am I right? Anyway, I'm rambling and I would really much rather try to work out some sort of deal."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
9
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Posted - 2014.09.02 02:16:00 -
[50] - Quote
Alexander blasted three more rebels. He had to find the Doctor as if it was almost his only purpose in life. Just as he was growing desperate he heard a voice crackle over his communicator
Unknown Soldier wrote:"Heeeeeeeeey! To any Paladins or... For that matter any Templars, Chimeras, or other misguided auxiliaries that might be out there fighting for their lives... I think you left something behind here in the research center. I believe I deserve some sort of finders fee, no? I mean, unless she isn't worth anything. Then I can just splatter her against this wall or something, I don't know. I mean, there are some faces that would look a lot better with a hole in them but this isn't one of those. Can't build on perfection, am I right? Anyway, I'm rambling and I would really much rather try to work out some sort of deal."
"B2, lock on to that transmission!"
Alexander grabbed his Communicator
"Templar rendezvous at my position, I've found the Doctor and we need a plan." |
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.03 00:53:00 -
[51] - Quote
Alexander could no longer wait for the Templar. He raised his communicator to his mouth and said
"Ok you son of a b****, what do you want for the Doctor" |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
301
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Posted - 2014.09.03 01:35:00 -
[52] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:"Oh! Saisa kirjuun! Well first of all, don't call my mother a *****. Okay? It hurts my feelings and she was a nice lady. I say was of course because she's dead now, so I suppose you could say I have a bit of experience with dead nice ladies if you catch my meaning. So for my first demand, I would like an apology. It would make me feel a lot better about myself.
"Secondly, I want you to answer a little something soldier. Haven't you ever asked yourself why all of this is happening? Why would the Republic Fleet start a minor incursion for this Khanid woman? For experimental weapons? That's a joke. A VR and Biotech scientist placed in the rear end of nowhere for 'weapons testing.' Now doesn't that sound a tad bit unusual to you?"
He laughs coldly through his microphone.
"Yeah. Me too. That's why I want everything here. Weapon schematics, research entries, lab reports, I want it all. I want the harddrive from the the master server running this entire facility, and I want the encryption keys to all of it. Then I want guaranteed transport to the nearest Caldari embassy. Those are my demands."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.03 01:56:00 -
[53] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:Galm Fae wrote:"Oh! Saisa kirjuun! Well first of all, don't call my mother a *****. Okay? It hurts my feelings and she was a nice lady. I say was of course because she's dead now, so I suppose you could say I have a bit of experience with dead nice ladies if you catch my meaning. So for my first demand, I would like an apology. It would make me feel a lot better about myself.
"Secondly, I want you to answer a little something soldier. Haven't you ever asked yourself why all of this is happening? Why would the Republic Fleet start a minor incursion for this Khanid woman? For experimental weapons? That's a joke. A VR and Biotech scientist placed in the rear end of nowhere for 'weapons testing.' Now doesn't that sound a tad bit unusual to you?"
He laughs coldly through his microphone.
"Yeah. Me too. That's why I want everything here. Weapon schematics, research entries, lab reports, I want it all. I want the harddrive from the the master server running this entire facility, and I want the encryption keys to all of it. Then I want guaranteed transport to the nearest Caldari embassy. Those are my demands."
Alexander bangs his fist against the wall. He hated the man on the other end. More than anything else. But he calmed his burning rage.
"Fine...I'll get you the stuff. Just make sure there isn't a scratch on her."
He shut down the comunicator and summoned B2 to the datacore of the base as he ran he thought to himself
"Is this the right thing to do? Where is the Templar?"
As he enters the massive core room. He sees B2 admiring the technology.
"Master! This computer, it's like nothing I've ever seen" the drone said
"Start downloading the core, I want everything." Responded Alexander.
"Of course master"
Alaxander reaches for his communicator and says to the unknown immortal.
"It'll be about 45 minutes before the download is completed, not a scratch!"
He closed the immortal's comm channel and contacts the Templar.
"Where are you Ouryon?"
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.04 03:27:00 -
[54] - Quote
Crownrule races through the doors and sees the crumpled bodies of the rebels on the floor. He looks up to see the captain talking to someone but he ignores it.
"Captain where's the doctor?" Crown asks him while limping toward him.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.04 03:53:00 -
[55] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Crownrule races through the doors and sees the crumpled bodies of the rebels on the floor. He looks up to see the captain talking to someone but he ignores it.
"Captain where's the doctor?" Crown asks him while limping toward him.
"Being held hostage by a mad immortal."
A series of datacards are ejected from the computer. Alaxander takes them and walks toward the door
"We need to find your Commander, find the immortal, then get to my ship, let's go."
Alaxander rushes into the hall |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.04 04:27:00 -
[56] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Crownrule wrote:Crownrule races through the doors and sees the crumpled bodies of the rebels on the floor. He looks up to see the captain talking to someone but he ignores it.
"Captain where's the doctor?" Crown asks him while limping toward him. "Being held hostage by a mad immortal." A series of datacards are ejected from the computer. Alaxander takes them and walks toward the door "We need to find your Commander, find the immortal, then get to my ship, let's go." Alaxander rushes into the hall
Crownrule is shocked to hear such news but knows he must act fast. Logically the top priority is the doctor and he knows Kador can handle himself. So he decides to try and track the immortal.
"Captain did you get any hint of where the immortal had gone off to?" Crownrule asks trying to catch up to him.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.04 04:53:00 -
[57] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:CAPTAN BAss wrote:Crownrule wrote:Crownrule races through the doors and sees the crumpled bodies of the rebels on the floor. He looks up to see the captain talking to someone but he ignores it.
"Captain where's the doctor?" Crown asks him while limping toward him. "Being held hostage by a mad immortal." A series of datacards are ejected from the computer. Alaxander takes them and walks toward the door "We need to find your Commander, find the immortal, then get to my ship, let's go." Alaxander rushes into the hall Crownrule is shocked to hear such news but knows he must act fast. Logically the top priority is the doctor and he knows Kador can handle himself. So he decides to try and track the immortal. "Captain did you get any hint of where the immortal had gone off to?" Crownrule asks trying to catch up to him.
"I've got his location tracked, he wants all information in regards to the Doctor's research in exchange for her, I intend to give it to him"
Alaxander rounds a corner and enters the dropship hanger. He runs up to a Incubus and jumps in the cockpit.
"Get in Templar" |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 00:40:00 -
[58] - Quote
Crown rule hurries into the dropship and sits down in one of the seats and tends to his wounds.
"You can't be serious! You can't give him that information, he doesn't know I'm coming, I can jump a kilometer or two and run around and grab him." Crownrule explains to the Captain. He looks at the caldari with sincerity and builds up more words.
"You can't give him that info, to have our own people slaughtered by our own weaponry? I won't allow the transaction we need to go along witj my plan, trust me she'll be alright.....ive seen how you've looked at her its ok Captain." Crownrule says to him as he finishes covering the leg wound.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.05 00:51:00 -
[59] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Crown rule hurries into the dropship and sits down in one of the seats and tends to his wounds.
"You can't be serious! You can't give him that information, he doesn't know I'm coming, I can jump a kilometer or two and run around and grab him." Crownrule explains to the Captain. He looks at the caldari with sincerity and builds up more words.
"You can't give him that info, to have our own people slaughtered by our own weaponry? I won't allow the transaction we need to go along witj my plan, trust me she'll be alright.....ive seen how you've looked at her its ok Captain." Crownrule says to him as he finishes covering the leg wound.
Alexander powers up the dropship.
"I need you to take the Doctor to the hanger, my ship will be waiting for you."
The ship begins to launch.
"I'm not letting him take this information, get to my ship and get her off world."
The ship launches |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 01:06:00 -
[60] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Crownrule wrote:Crown rule hurries into the dropship and sits down in one of the seats and tends to his wounds.
"You can't be serious! You can't give him that information, he doesn't know I'm coming, I can jump a kilometer or two and run around and grab him." Crownrule explains to the Captain. He looks at the caldari with sincerity and builds up more words.
"You can't give him that info, to have our own people slaughtered by our own weaponry? I won't allow the transaction we need to go along witj my plan, trust me she'll be alright.....ive seen how you've looked at her its ok Captain." Crownrule says to him as he finishes covering the leg wound. Alexander powers up the dropship. "I need you to take the Doctor to the hanger, my ship will be waiting for you." The ship begins to launch. "I'm not letting him take this information, get to my ship and get her off world." The ship launches
"I'll guard her with my life captain....and make it out of there safe OK? I know we are immortal but it still doesnt mean you feel loss." Crownrule acknowledges the caldari as he stands up and looks out the blast shields.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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