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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
40
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Posted - 2014.07.27 22:29:00 -
[1] - Quote
A message appears on your neocom. The message appears to be little more than a standard contract
(For those of you that have already expressed which side of the mission you will only receive the contract for your stated side. If you are still undecided then accepting one contract locks you out of accepting the other.)
Eifyr & Co. wrote:From: Eifyr & Co.
Greetings Mercenary,
We would like to purchase your services in recovering an individual from a guarded facility. It will be a simple recovery and extraction of a single individual. You will be making up a small unit of Mercenaries working in coordination with our own forces. You come highly recommended and will be compensated accordingly. Should you accept the contract more information will be given to you. We look forward to working with you.
If you accepted the mission a second message is recieved.
Eifyr & Co. wrote:
Subject: Mission information
From Eifyr & Co.
The following mission is the recovery and extraction of the Amarrian scientist Luxanne Thaira. She is a Biotech and VR specialist that we would like to acquire. She is currently testing equipment during an uprising on a small Amarrian colony on the outskirts of Amarr space. With the Amarr forces focused on putting down the uprising we would like to take advantage of the situation.
Due to the facilities air defenses the use of standard drop methods is not advisable. To combat this we will be dropping you planet side using ODPGÇÖs (orbital drop pods). The planet was previously terraformed and suffers from major sandstorms that obscure vision and can wreck havoc on observation equipment. We will be using one of these sandstorms to cover your descent. Your drop will place you roughly a kilometer outside of the facility. Use the storm cover to make your advance into the building. Once inside expect heavy resistance.
The target is expected to be within the lowest levels of the facility where the labs are located. (A glowing marker on the provided map indicates her most likely location). After she is recovered you are to make it to the extraction point 15 kilometer away. (The map marks the extraction zone with a glowing marker). We will do our best to drop in supplies.
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Carthum Conglomerate wrote:From: Carthum Conglomerate
Good day Immortal,
It has recently come to our attention that one of our employees may be the target of a kidnapping attempt. Although the individual in question is protected the family of the individual has requested increased security. The corporation also believes that taking extra precautions are for the best in this situation. Due to the nature of the contract the length of the job is subject to change. You will be paid accordingly.
If the mission from Carthum Conglomerate is accepted you receive another message from them.
Carthum Conglomerate wrote:
Subject: Mission
From: Carthum Conglomerate
We have recently received information regarding the potential abduction of the scientist Luxanne Thaira. She is a member of the Khanid Empire and a valuable researcher. She is currently field testing a number of experiments in the outer fringes of the empire. Due to the remote location we are relying on you to provide protection. The information we received claims that an attack is imminent, but we do not know the exact time. The majority of the facilities forces are currently focused on putting down a small uprising. This has left the research facility with only about a platoon worth of soldiers. In the event that the abductors break through the facilities defenses you are to escort the scientist out of the lab and to the designated safe house until assistance can arrive. Please be aware that sandstorms are not uncommon so please be aware if you must leave the facility.
(A photo of the target is included in both packets of information. She is a thin woman with slightly sunken cheeks. A pair of glasses helps to hide the dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail.)
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12277
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Posted - 2014.07.28 01:14:00 -
[2] - Quote
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.
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 surveyed the cloning facility.
It was nothing more than a small laboratory one of dozen on this level of the Research Complex's East wing. It was sterile. It was the only word for it. Simple grey steel plates of interlocking plas-steel lined the walls, devoid of ornamentation of any kind the facility as a whole felt cold.
Kador shivered for a moment, despite his suits regulatory systems that kept his body temperature stable he could not help but be reminded of how different this entire structure was from the traditional Amarrian designs her was used to.
"Sir?" a voice on Kador's left.
Palir, one of the two Classiarii Kamiera's who had accompanied him to the battlefield, and though he dwarfed the man through the sheer bulk of his Commando's heavy armour plating he could not help but admire another prime example of the quality of theTheology Council's soldiery.
The man was a tall nearly six and half feet tall, dark skinned, with steely eyes. Clad in the traditional garb of the Kamiera, the chest plate of his combat armour emblazoned with the heraldic Griffin of the Praetoria he would have looked quite intimidating to even the most hardened of soldiers.
Kador nodded his acknowledgement. Beckoning the man to follow. They stepped out of the laboratory, passing through the observation decks as they made their way towards the West Wing's main laboratory.
The security team had been here a week now and had fortified themselves in the shattered remains of the Research Hub overlooking the districts settlement. Assigned to guard Luxanne Thaira, a valued member of the Carthum Conglomerate's research staff.
Kador had seen the chaos escalate from small skirmishes as insurrectionists clashed the local police forces into heavy street to street fighting and Imperial Paladins deployed with heavy fire power to quell the fighting.
From the vantage point set upon the barren, and rocky plateau, Kador could look out over the shattered remains of what had once been a peaceful and thriving Imperial Colony.
Blocks of gutted and burning buildings sprawl out amidst the thunderous claps of gunfire and antiquated artillery pieces in routinely scheduled bombardments, as local armed forces clashed with aggressors in small brutal building to building skirmishes. Thick plumes of filthy black smoke rose from crucibles scattered throughout the streets pollution the skies and adding to the already oppressive pall of the oncoming storm front.
"Sir" Palir repeated " Communications from fleet...... it seems that the requested battalions are a twelve days out at best. Barring a show of God's grace it is likely the fighting here will get worse."
"Acknowledged Palir. We'll just have to hold out until then, God willing. Find Aram and have him relay that message to the District Commandant." Kador commanded the Kamiera, scowling. " Some good new would be a pleasant change for them I should think."
The Kamiera gave him a respectful salute before moving off to carry out his orders.
The Templar let out a long sigh, despite the cathartic feeling of being in a fresh clone he could not help but worry. The district was a mess.....but it was contained. However that containment could not last the month and if Imperial stability on the planet was to be re-established then drastic action would have to be taken.
He was still wrapped in his own worried when he entered the Main Laboratory. It was just as cold and implacable as the first....if not more so since this one was in use. There was a cold logic about the laboratory that fundamentally clashed with his own sensibilities.
The Laboratory itself was nothing more than a series consoles displaying various laser profile signatures and damage reports. Around the room at regular intervals were holographic projectors, all displaying vast quantities of information, most of which was unintelligible to Kador, however he did notice various figures and measurements relating to the energy consumption of laser weapons as well as precise data for focusing crystal arrays.
He said nothing however. It was not his place to comment on such things. He was to look but not see, such was often the nature of his role when dealing with sensitive information.
The briefest of motions in the corner of his eye drew his attentions to Doctor Thaira. She was slumped over a NeoCom unit, barely moving, save for the occasional twitch of her rich brown hair, tied back by a single silken band in a pony's tail, as she adjusted her position.
"Doctor Thaira?"
She did not respond. She was so small. Tiny really, as all mortals were, but in her case it was something different. Her pallid complexing and sunken eyes spoke more than she did. The woman was exhausted.
In a good way he thought, if such a thing was possible. In his observations as her escort he had seen her throw herself wholly into her work, rarely sleeping and spending the early hours of the morning working through the complexities of her research.
"It's my shift watching over you Doctor.....and its about time you eat....or sleep...."
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
7
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Posted - 2014.07.28 02:16:00 -
[3] - Quote
Alexander Bass sat near the outer edge of the facility. He was looking out a viewport at the carnage of the battle engulfing the city. He saw people dressed in mediocre combat gear, throw together in a matter of hours. Fighting against the rabble, was the gold clad warriors of the Amarr empire. They wore armor that far outclassed the insurrectionists. They fired golden beams of light that burned through the forces crouding the streets.
Alexander said to himself
"Those Amarr, quite good painters of the art of war."
Alexander stood up, grabbing his rail rifle from the ground. He activated his comm unit.
"B2-VI, get in here."
The door opened and Alexander's small personal drone flew in
"You called master." Said the drone
Alexander smiled, though he didn't announces this to the world, B2-VI was his best friend.
"I need a scan of the surrounding area, let me know if any insurrectionists are near the compound.
" Of course master." replied the drone
It begin to make quick beeping noises and bright flashes.
"There are no insurrectionists within a two kilometer radius of the compound master. Do you require anythingAlexander ?"
Alexander looked out the window at the conflict.
"No B2, go back to your rounds" said Alexander
The drone flew off
Alexander reached back to his comms and said
"Good master Kador, give me a sitrep. How's the good Doctor?" |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
41
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Posted - 2014.07.28 04:12:00 -
[4] - Quote
Dr. Luxanne Thaira
With her head buried in a mountain of data she let out an annoyed sigh. The research was progressing, but not as quickly as she had planned. The sandstorms had caused numerous delays with the project, they were limited in the time they were capable of testing. It was infuriating to know that her research was being delayed by something outside of her own control, and that was only one of several projects she was working on at the moment.
Luxanne was running through the data from the most recent tests, and to her agitation the implants were still not running efficiently. She was going through the data again and making minor adjustments. It was something she could have had an assistant run through but she didnGÇÖt trust them to do it correctly. A single error could end up setting them back several days.
The Doctor was so focused on the information laid before her that she never even realized that the Templar had entered the lab. She only vaguely recognized anotherGÇÖs presence when he spoke for the second time.
True Adamance wrote:"It's my shift watching over you Doctor.....and its about time you eat....or sleep...."
With considerable effort she forced her gaze up. She gave the Templar a tired but genuine smile. She was glad that it was the Templar that now stood before her; she disliked having to deal with the Caldari mercenary for reasons she could not be bothered to try to explain. It may have been his insistence on being called Captain. Something about the way he carried himself annoyed her.
It had been nearly a week since they had arrived, and she had hardly noticed them, except now she had more people trying to tell her when to eat or sleep. The majority of her assistants had given up on that endeavor some time ago. She had initially found their presence burdensome. She found having to remember who they were taxing and more than a little annoying. Eventually she got use to their presence.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon, I didnGÇÖt hear you enter. And IGÇÖm fine I slept earlier, besides there is to much work to be done.GÇ¥ Her response was quick but surprisingly polite. The lack of sleep and nourishment may have started affecting her personality.
The dark circles underneath her eyes betrayed her claim of having slept. Even the glasses she wore could no longer hide them. As far as food went she wasnGÇÖt quite sure when the last time she ate was, or what day it was for that matter. The days had long sense dissolved into one another. She wasnGÇÖt even sure how long the mercenaries had been there. It could have been a few days or a few weeks she wasnGÇÖt really sure. That knowledge was irrelevant to her task at hand.
Dr. Thaira turned back to her screens making more adjustments. She wasnGÇÖt about to go to sleep and seeing as she had no food within arms reach that was also out of the question.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12294
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Posted - 2014.07.29 00:18:00 -
[5] - Quote
Noting the Doctor was hard at work he silently moves to a position behind her right shoulder, a perfect position defensive position, before sliding into the natural parade stance, hands clasped behind his back.
The heavy armour plating of the Commando Ak.0 did not allow for much freedom, in fact he found after a few moments his arm began to ache as the bulges of his weapons, resting in mag locked sheaths at his hips forced his arms back at unnatural angles. However he did not drop the stance, the ache would remind him of his duty, keep him alert, as the long hours of patrol and watching the Doctor had taken their toll on his patience.
CAPTAN BAss wrote:"Good master Templar Ouryon, give me a sitrep. How's the good Doctor?"
Came the burst of staccato communications intermingled with a light interference , a product of the dust and sand being kicked up into low orbit by the encroaching storm-front.
He glanced down at the woman and responded through the personal communications channel.
"Our Doctor is emaciated as ever Captain Bass..... currently absorbed in her work at the moment. No change to her physical status. How are things on your end?"
Luxanne Thaira wrote: With considerable effort she forced her gaze up. She gave the Templar a tired but genuine smile. She was glad that it was the Templar that now stood before her; she disliked having to deal with the Caldari mercenary for reasons she could not be bothered to try to explain. It may have been his insistence on being called Captain. Something about the way he carried himself annoyed her.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon, I didnGÇÖt hear you enter. And IGÇÖm fine I slept earlier, besides there is to much work to be done.GÇ¥ Her response was quick but surprisingly polite. The lack of sleep and nourishment may have started affecting her personality.
"Of course Doctor, as you will." He responded to the Luxanne, his tone was kind and understanding but carried a weight of concern. "Forgive my interruption."
They lapsed into a companionable silence for a time as she turned back to her work. Her diligence surprised and humbled the Templar, she was but a mortal and bound by all the weaknesses of the body and mind that state of being carried, yet she devoted herself entirely to her work and her Faith.
In their time station in the laboratories he had never seen her offer her prayers to the Lord, but it was the way she spoke the told him she held to the Faith, her words bore weight, what little few she had offered her guardians.
It was her sense of duty however that reminded him of Satja, perhaps it too was her bearing, tentative around the Immortals, but used to their presence as though it were no small thing.
Another sigh.
This was set to be a long shift, and it would be many hours before Palir or Aram returned for the District Commandants headquarters to relieve him.
Duty is its own reward, he recited inwardly. And it is on the shoulders of the dutiful the advancement of the Imperial Creed rests. Do you realise this Doctor, is this why you are so absorbed in your work?
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.29 01:16:00 -
[6] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
"Our Doctor is emaciated as ever Captain Bass..... currently absorbed in her work at the moment. No change to her physical status. How are things on your end?"
Alaxander activated his commlink
"All's well here Templar, the insurrectionists have captured some gun batteries. I'm going to seal off this section, and move to your position. Captain out."
Alaxander switched off the comms and begin to activate lock-down protocols. He walked into the corridor and the bulkhead closes behind him. He started his walk to the main lab. Templar Ouryon was the kind of man who Alaxander could admire. Honorable, dutiful, and faithful. Alaxander had seen Templars in action many times before. Most recently during the siege of Huola, but Alaxander didn't want to remember Huola right now. He summoned B2-VI.
The drone came rushing through the hall.
"You called master" said the little drone
Alaxander looked to a screen on the wall and ignored B2. Alaxander didn't like weaponry laboratories, they made him deal like any number of horrible things could happen. But that wasn't his job, he was supposed to protect the doctor. His mind went to the doctor. he knew she didn't like him, but that didn't stop him from acknowledging her beauty. He turned to B2-VI as he walked.
"Hey B2, you think it would ever be possible for me and...?"
"No" replied the drone surprisingly quick.
"You didn't let me finish!" Said Alaxander
The drone said "Master, I calculated that you would ask me if you and Miss. Dimla would work together in a relationship, and it was a resounding no."
Alaxander glared at the drone " I was going to ask about me and the doctor. "
"Oh" said the drone. "Well master, I am unsure. You never have had much success in relationships, though as they say there is a first for everything."
Alaxander glared up at the drone. They approached the door to the main lab. Alaxander opened the door and walked in. He saw the Templar standing behind the doctor. He hadn't spoken Amarr in a while, but was able to muster.
"Ave associates"
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.30 17:09:00 -
[7] - Quote
Crownrule walks through the entrance of the facility that he was posted at. He pulls his neocom and looks through his messages one last time before going to his quarters to rest. Crownrule wonders how long he'll be here before being put back on the frontlines, a sudden headache causes crownrule to grab his head. "Damn headaches......" Crownrule curses under his breath. He plops down on the cot and looks at the mission file. "Sandstorms? I missed that part...." Crownrule stands up from the cot and grabs his Imperial CRW-04 scrambler rifle and sets it down on the desk so he can clean it. Crownrule inspects the room and sees how clean and pristine it is. "Just like the academy" Crownrule says while cleaning the dirt off his rifle.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.07.30 21:13:00 -
[8] - Quote
Luxanne decided to ignore the Templars comment about her current physical state. As far as she was concerned it wasnGÇÖt bad enough to warrant such a severe term. She was pretty sure that she could still perform the basic tasks of walking, and mild physical activity. There was no need for concern.
True Adamance wrote:"Of course Doctor, as you will." He responded to the Luxanne, his tone was kind and understanding but carried a weight of concern. "Forgive my interruption."
Dr. Thaira softly mumbled a response; she was so engrossed in her work to offer any form of actual verbal response.
As she continued working she began to play with her hair. It was an old habit she was hardly aware of. Whenever she was tired she would unconsciously begin to twirl her hair between her fingers. The data in front of her quickly changed as she switched to another project. She had been working on an AV weapon of Amarr design. She was having problems with the system working in less than ideal conditions. The belief was that if they could get it to function correctly during the sandstorms then it could hold up in most extreme situations. They were nearly finished, she only needed to make a few minor adjustments to the focusing crystal and run through final testing. At least she would see one of the projects completed quickly.
Captain Bass wrote:Alaxander glared up at the drone. They approached the door to the main lab. Alaxander opened the door and walked in. He saw the Templar standing behind the doctor. "
Just after Alexander walked into the room Luxanne pushed herself out of her chair. It required a considerably larger amount of energy than she anticipated. Perhaps the TemplarGÇÖs observation of her physical wellbeing was not so far off. She had to brace her arm against the table to steady herself, and recollect her thoughts. She was starting to feel slightly light headed and dizzy.
Captain Bass wrote:"Ave associates"
The Doctor did not bother with responding, although it was rude she did not believe a response was necessary. She also had not done a very good job of keeping her dislike for him a secret. There first interaction had gone rather poorly. It probably didnGÇÖt help that she was quite suspicious of the drone that accompanied him. Although she was told that it would not be recording any of their findings she still did not trust them. Alexander after all was a mercenary. From their limited interaction Luxanne believed that he performed his job out of greed rather than duty.
GÇ£I do not require two of you to protect me in my own lab.GÇ¥
She was no longer dizzy, standing without the assistance of the table.
GÇ£But if you are both here you can at least be useful.GÇ¥
Luxanne made her way towards the back of the lab and towards a large prototype laser cannon. It was intended to be an AV weapon capable of being carried by infantry. It was intended to be fired from the shoulder. The testing was nearly complete but they still needed the input of those that were actually going to be using it in combat. At the moment she suspected that it might be to heavy for those wearing medium suits to properly wield.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon,GÇ¥ She called him over.
She unhooked the cables that were transferring data from the weapon to her terminals.
GÇ£If you wouldnGÇÖt mind, let me know what you think.GÇ¥ |
CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.30 22:11:00 -
[9] - Quote
Alaxander shrugged. He knew of the doctor's dislike of him, though he didn't understand why. Perhaps it was how little background information he supplied when applying for the contract. Alaxander wasn't one for dwelling on the past, but he understood why others wanted to know. He moved over to the corner with B2-VI and they begin working on his custom nova knifes. Alaxander sealed his helmet and begins privately conversing with B2
"Why doesn't she acknowledge me B2?" Asked Alaxander
"Well master, your a mercenary. She and the two Templars are bound by duty, you are here because your paid to." Responded the drone
"After all I've done for the Amarr I'd expect to be treated..."
The drone interrupted his master
"You had yourself erased from there database sir."
Alaxander had forgotten about that. He had worked as an assassin for the empire but quit that career.
Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£I do not require two of you to protect me in my own lab.GÇ¥
She was no longer dizzy, standing without the assistance of the table.
GÇ£But if you are both here you can at least be useful.GÇ¥
Alaxander stood up. "I'm ready to help doctor"
B2 flew over his master "As am I Miss Thaira." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.30 22:27:00 -
[10] - Quote
Crownrule looks proudly at his gun as he sets down on his cot.
"There now you're clean and truly ready for combat," Crownrule says to himself. "Now i wonder where the rest of my team is.....oh well they'll show up eventually." Before he decides to go get something to eat he grabs his ion pistol and places it at his side. Crownrule walks out of his room and heads down the hallway and eventually into the messhall. "Boy does being immortal make you hungry." Crownrule laughs as he grabs some Amarrian delicacy, he sits down and takes a bite into the delicious warm food.
"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
12393
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Posted - 2014.07.30 23:11:00 -
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Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£Templar Ouryon,GÇ¥ She called him over.
She unhooked the cables that were transferring data from the weapon to her terminals.
GÇ£If you wouldnGÇÖt mind, let me know what you think.GÇ¥
The Templar came forward at the Doctor's request without a word and assessed the weapon with a practised eye, making a note of it weight and design philosophy while admiring several theological designs that had been integrated into the weapon's form itself. Form was only a single part of function, and one his people believed served a secondary purpose of the battlefield, changing a mere weapon into something much more significant.
This weapon was more, it was a shrine to God, and like all of the Templar's weapons each lancing beam of energy fired would be his own personal exaltation to God.
"Dr Thaira...." He replied, a slight tinge of frustration colouring his voice, though it was more directed at himself than anyone else. " I do not believe my current Dropsuit will be able to wield this weapon effectively enough to provide accurate combat data....."
Kador took a step back, the Doctor was relying on his experience to test a new form of Imperial armament, he could not allow himself to fail in this endeavour.
He turned to face Doctor Thaira. He noticed oddly that the woman did not bow her head in his presence, nor did she seem to shrink in on herself while standing before him. Though he towered over her she stood tall......as tall as she could.
"Could not this weapon be mounted as a fixed position? Or perhaps to a vehicle of some kind....? We have a number of possible variants down in the lower garage that could be have the two systems integrated...."
"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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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
43
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Posted - 2014.07.31 01:34:00 -
[12] - Quote
Drop Team
GÇ£Storms coming in.GÇ¥ The voice shook slightly as the words were spoken.
They had been waiting for the last five days for the right storm to form. The information coming in told them they would only have to wait only a little bit longer. Unfortunately the mission relied on something as unpredictable as nature to accomplish. Thankfully the slow spinning mass of sand and stone was willing to comply. Those of the Amarr faith might have seen it as some divine sign. Those aboard the stealthed ship floating in orbit saw it as an opportunity.
Inside of the weapons bay the soldiers had begun loading into the drop pods. The pods, just like the ship they were on were more than just minimalist. The ships were fitted with only the bare essentials. A stark contrast to the aesthetics of the Amarrian foes they would soon be facing.
The majority of the soldiers dropping in were from the Krusual Tribe, however not all of them were from the Minmitar Republic. Eifyr & Co. had contacted soldiers-for-hire, the immortal mercenaries, to ensure that the mission was successful.
GÇ£The storm front will be at the target coordinates in 30 minutes.GÇ¥
GÇ£Make final preparations, we launch in 30 minutes.GÇ¥
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.07.31 02:24:00 -
[13] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:"Dr Thaira...." He replied, a slight tinge of frustration colouring his voice, though it was more directed at himself than anyone else. " I do not believe my current Dropsuit will be able to wield this weapon effectively enough to provide accurate combat data....."
Luxanne let out a slight sigh, she was afraid she would get that response. Her shoulders sagged slightly. As if a weight had been added to her shoulders.
GÇ£I was afraid you might say that.GÇ¥
In the back of her mind she had known that it was a possibility. The whole point of the project was to create a man portable AV weapon. At the moment she was trying to figure out how to salvage the project. At the very least it had proven to be a capable weapon during testing. She needed to at least finish testing the weapon.
GÇ£Maybe the heavy suits?GÇ¥ the Doctor mumbled to herself.
She ran over the numbers in her head. The weapon was probably too heavy to be wielded reliably even by a heavy suit. The suit might be able to fire the weapon but the would be rendered almost completely immobile.
GÇ£Still to heavy.GÇ¥ The fingers on her right hand started flexing and moving like she was typing and counting on her fingers at the same time. She was still talking to herself. Most of the time there wasnGÇÖt anyone else around to hear her.
True Adamance wrote:"Could not this weapon be mounted as a fixed position? Or perhaps to a vehicle of some kind....? We have a number of possible variants down in the lower garage that could be have the two systems integrated...."
At KadorGÇÖs suggestion the mumbling stopped.
GÇ£It is not optimal but it would at least allow us to gather combat data.GÇ¥
She was mentally kicking herself for not thinking about mounting it on a vehicle earlier. She had been so focused on it as a man portable weapon that she had overlooked the possibility of using it on a vehicle.
GÇ£Mr. Bass, help me get this weapon prepared for transport. There should be a cart somewhere around here.GÇ¥ She motioned in no specific direction.
Luxanne really had no idea where the cart was only that it was somewhere in the lab.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon do you have any specific vehicles in mind. Your knowledge of them is considerably greater than mine.GÇ¥
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.31 03:16:00 -
[14] - Quote
Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£Mr. Bass, help me get this weapon prepared for transport. There should be a cart somewhere around here.GÇ¥ She motioned in no specific direction.
"Yes ma'am" said Alaxander. He walked around the lab. He looks at a schematic of the weapon on the wall. He had a few theories on how to get the weapon working but decided against pointing them out to the doctor. He didn't want her to dislike him anymore then she already did. B2-VI flew up to him.
"Master, I have found the cart, it is located over by the primary entrance."
Thanks B2, let's go grab it."
The two walked (or floated) over to the entrance. They grabbed the cart and returns to the doctor.
"Here you are doc." Smirked Alaxander
B2's voice said in his ear "That's not the best way to start." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.31 04:15:00 -
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Crownrule finishes eating and decides to do a sweep on the perimeter before finding the others. He walks back to his room and grabs his rifle.
"Ahhhh the piece of resistance." Crownrule says brandishing his rifle. He walks towards the entrance when he notices a red glow from a light blink repeatedly.
"Really a sandstorm now?" Crownrule grunts as he puts his helmet on. The second he opens the door a gust of sandy wind blows into him.
"Agh, blasted sand......" Crownrule closes the door behind him. He pulls up his comm link and announces.
"There is......sand.....make........to........put on.......before leaving the....." Crownrule tries to say but the sandstorm interferes with his comms while outside.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
282
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Posted - 2014.07.31 07:43:00 -
[16] - Quote
Miles above, just left of the third largest cloud in the sky....
Galm rolled his neck several times, rubbing it gently against the tritanium lap bars as he breathed carefully-- In... and out. He'd done strike missions like this before... One small elite force against a much larger ground defense. He was used to the concept of asymmetrical warfare. And yet, he never could get used to the feeling of being dropped into an atmosphere. The whole experience left you with your gut in your shoes as you sat there awkwardly hoping your ***hole was still where you left it. Needless to say, it was rarely pleasant. He looked around the room uncomfortably, wishing there was something to talk about to ease the tension.
But he knew there wasnGÇÖt. More likely than not no one there had any spectacular tale to tell about why there were on this mission. Really, chances were everyone was just here for the paycheck.
Gods know I am, Fae griped silently to himself, And once we get the ***** off this planet I wonGÇÖt need to work for another couple months.
Of course neither Niina nor Morgan knew about this assignment. The former because she often didnGÇÖt want toGǪ
And the later can kiss my ass if he has a problem with it. Far be it from him to tell me that a kidnapping is GÇÿimmoralGÇÖ after everything heGÇÖs gotten away with. But thatGÇÖs life, isnGÇÖt it? Half the time the thing that bites you isnGÇÖt what youGÇÖve expected, but what youGÇÖve forgotten.
Galm looked around the drop pod jarringly, accepting the fact that he was probably safer inside it than in the ship it was being ferried in. Another piece of GÇÿfunctionally uglyGÇÖ Minmatar technology that only furthered their own vicious stereotype hardly seemed worth commenting on anymore, even if it gave him an opening for some spiteful comment directed at no-one-in-particular. HeGÇÖd seen pods like this on deployments before as logistical support, dropping large masses of reinforcements to add to dwindling clone reserves to be thrown in front of plasma rifles by the dozens with reckless abandon. This one, however, was clearly retrofitted from an older model to hold a relatively small amount of clone reserves with very few living operators onboard.
GÇ£Well,GÇ¥ he huffed to the mercenary sitting across from him, GÇ£This s***-box probably wonGÇÖt break up on us in atmosphereGǪ So thereGÇÖs that. With all the military chatter and incursions through this sector theyGÇÖll probably pass this ship off as a courier vessel instead of transport ship, which means we can expect little resistance on the ground until we breach the compound."
Galm checked his equipment one last time, tapping lightly on his visor to make sure his sensors were securely fastened so they didnGÇÖt crash as soon as the team made landfall. Frankly, he felt stupid carrying so much gear on him for a standard snatch-and-grab. Between the heavy flak jacket, securely fastened rail carbine, and the hypersonic sniper rifle that hung ready in the cubby above his head, he felt more like an assassin. Even his dropsuit was rigged more for a military operation than a private abduction. A bulky heartbeat scanner had been bolted to his helmet and every inch he could manage had been wrapped tightly in muddy tan burlap or a hastily painted GÇÿsumpfmusterGÇÖ camouflage. He felt it was all worth it though, if only to make this mission go as smoothly as possible.
IGÇÖll be a ghost in that sandstorm as long as I donGÇÖt have to take any shots.
He was, afterall, hoping this would be an easy assignment.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.31 19:51:00 -
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Crownrule finishes up and heads back inside the facility covered in sand, making his suit a reddish color. He takes his helmet off and sets it on a nearby table.
"Better go check in with everyone to make sure they're okay." Crownrule says as he heads through the door to the lab. He sees the captain and his drone grab a cart and roll it over to the doctor and Templar Ouryon.
"Ave Templar Ouryon, and Docter Thaira, how goes the experiment?" Crownrule asks looking at the doctor with a smile. Then he notices the giant mechanism on the table, he looks at it with an intrigued look in his eyes.
"What is this device doctor? It looks fascinating...." Crownrule wanders off as he inspects the machine, looking at it up and down. He notices how bulky it is and begins to speculate.
"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
12457
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Posted - 2014.08.01 01:52:00 -
[18] - Quote
With a grunt of effort Kador and the Caldarian managed to heft the heavy Laser Cannon from the display table, even in its compacted form as Doctor Thaira had indicated and clad in the bulky form of his Commando class dropsuit, the weapon was heavy enough to send sharp jolts of pain down his back.
As the pair lowered the weapon onto the cart Kador felt the weapons weight shift as it turned side ways to lie flat upon the bed of the cart. He tried desperately to adjust his grip but the barrel slipped out of his grasp , but fortunately only dropped onto the cart below.
With the weapon now resting comfortably on its side he could see its intended design features. It was designed to be carried by a much heavier and stronger class of dropsuit, connecting the energy feeds into the dropsuits own internal systems.
Rising he took the handle of the cart and rolled it towards the laboratory's main portal. Noting as Crownrule entered, providing a polite nod of acknowledgement, was not wearing his helm.
"I can have this connected to one of the vehicles within the hour if it please you." He said, directing his voice towards the Doctor. " My apologies but I will either need you to accompany me down to the garage or for one of the others to take my watch."
"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 - 2014.08.01 02:48:00 -
[19] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:With a grunt of effort Kador and the Caldarian managed to heft the heavy Laser Cannon from the display table, even in its compacted form as Doctor Thaira had indicated and clad in the bulky form of his Commando class dropsuit, the weapon was heavy enough to send sharp jolts of pain down his back.
As the pair lowered the weapon onto the cart Kador felt the weapons weight shift as it turned side ways to lie flat upon the bed of the cart. He tried desperately to adjust his grip but the barrel slipped out of his grasp , but fortunately only dropped onto the cart below.
With the weapon now resting comfortably on its side he could see its intended design features. It was designed to be carried by a much heavier and stronger class of dropsuit, connecting the energy feeds into the dropsuits own internal systems.
Rising he took the handle of the cart and rolled it towards the laboratory's main portal. Noting as Crownrule entered, providing a polite nod of acknowledgement, was not wearing his helm.
"I can have this connected to one of the vehicles within the hour if it please you." He said, directing his voice towards the Doctor. " My apologies but I will either need you to accompany me down to the garage or for one of the others to take my watch."
"I could take watch if the Captain doesnt want to, it really does not matter to me." Crownrule says as he turns to the mercenary in front of him.
"What do you say, do you want the watch or should I?" Crownrule asks looking at the Captain waiting for a response. Then one of his headaches comes back and he tries to not show it as he looks at the Captain with a pained look.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.01 03:04:00 -
[20] - Quote
Alaxander sighed after lifting the weapon. His suit wasn't made to move such heavy objects. He hears Crownrule ask him if he wanted to gaurd the doctor. He beamed on the inside.
"Sure, i'll gaurd the doctor. You guys can bring B2 with you, he'll help install the weapon."
The drone hovers over to the Templars, a small welding device appearing from his frame.
"I'd be most delighted to assist you Templars." Said the drone |
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.01 06:44:00 -
[21] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Alaxander sighed after lifting the weapon. His suit wasn't made to move such heavy objects. He hears Crownrule ask him if he wanted to gaurd the doctor. He beamed on the inside.
"Sure, i'll gaurd the doctor. You guys can bring B2 with you, he'll help install the weapon."
The drone hovers over to the Templars, a small welding device appearing from his frame.
"I'd be most delighted to assist you Templars." Said the drone
Crownrule nods at the Captain and begins to help Kador push the cart.
"So Templar Ouryon, what do you think our odds of holding back an attack are? Crownrule asks Kador while looking at the weapon.
"What is this device, is it a new weapon? Crownrule asks trying not to annoy the templar with his questions. He averts his eyes from the templars gaze, even if he can't see them he can feel his eyes on him. It unerves him how people do that, the way they can show emotion with no emotion. Crownrule focuses back on pushing the cart and stops thinking to himself.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.08.01 20:42:00 -
[22] - Quote
The Doctor reflexively cringed at the harsh treatment the weapon received during transfer. The weapon was meant to be used in combat, and was therefore durable enough to withstand the rigors that were associated with combat. Even though she knew that it still pained her to see one of her creations treated in such a manner.
Luxanne ignored the other TemplarsGÇÖ inquiries. She had neither the time nor the patience to explain anything. There was too much work to be done. As they transported the weapon out of the lab she stopped and spoke when Bass told B2 to assist them.
GÇ£Do not let that drone connect directly to the device.GÇ¥
She did not trust a drone that belonged to another. She was afraid that it would download the weapons data. No matter what anyone else told her she feared her creations being used against her own people.
Just as the TemplarGÇÖs left a warning siren went off inside the facility. It was the warning for an incoming storm. Dr. ThairaGÇÖs hands quickly went to her neocom.
GÇ£Make sure all projects currently in testing outside are securely stored in the labs.GÇ¥
Most likely all of the projects were already stored away safely, there was no need to bother them with such an obvious task.
GÇ£All projects were brought inside ten minutes ago Doctor.GÇ¥
Luxanne didnGÇÖt even bother replying. It was what was expected. Meeting expectations required no word of thanks on her part.
She grabbed a 2x2in cube off of a shelf and plugged it directly into her neocom. She began tinkering with the device, once again engrossed in her work.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
45
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Posted - 2014.08.01 20:44:00 -
[23] - Quote
Drop Team
GÇ£Sir, the storm has just reached its target location.GÇ¥
GÇ£Begin the operation.GÇ¥
Inside the pods a voice announced the beginning of the operation, and of their impending drop. The soldiers quickly made last second adjustments before they were launched from the tubes, and began their descent planet side.
The journey would take several minutes, their approach covered in part by the storm. The warning systems and sensors would probably pick something up, but it would be lost in the storm.
As the pods descended towards the planet those inside were exposed to a considerable amount of G-force, making movement all but impossible. While the frames the soldiers wore provided protection they were only so useful against the forces of gravity.
At the last possible moment the pods activated thrusters to slow their descent. The landing would be anything but comfortable, but it would deliver them in a single piece. The sudden change in momentum was a signal that they were about to land.
The attacking forces had been split up into two teams. One unit was to breach from the northern side of the facility. They were to cause as much confusion and chaos as possible in their search for the doctor. The second team was smaller and entering through the east entrance near the garage. They were to eliminate any hostile forces and potential threats en route towards the labs, securing an escape route as they went.
(The drop pods will act as CRU units. They are armed with a small blaster turret run by an AI). |
CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.01 21:17:00 -
[24] - Quote
Alaxander watched the doctor work, he admired everyone at the compounds sense of duty. He had never fought against the Amarr, but when he often served with them, they were more the capable warriors. Honor, duty, loyalty, qualities Alaxander had but rarely showed. He reached for his commlink.
"B2, the doctor doesn't want you touching the device, so you know what that means."
A mechanical voice crackled into Alaxander's ear
"Defense protocols sir?"
"Yes, use the Carthum lasers."
"Of course sir"
The drone's voice died off the commlink. Alaxander leaned against the wall. He wanted to talk to the doctor, but decided not to. He mumbled to himself
"Anything you say can and will be used against you" |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
283
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Posted - 2014.08.01 22:11:00 -
[25] - Quote
The initial drop was, as always, much sooner than expected. Once the red light flashed green Galm took one last breath and rushed to sink as deep into his bucket seat as he could. Halfway through shifting his weight the floor gave out from under him and vertical thrusters shot him out into orbit around the planet below. The small boost was all that was needed to edge him into upper orbit, letting gravity handle the rest as it dragged him towards the ground. From those few peacefully moments of transition, Fae could look up at the small Cheetah-class frigate that had brought his team thus-far. The Thukker craft had done a surprisingly well job of slipping the assault team into orbit, but it's armament was without a doubt far too light to provide much support until they could secure the scientist and a landing zone for a dropship.
With only a small shutter, Galm's long fall into the storm began. All at once the serene floating of space gave way to a crashing downward force that slammed him as far back into his seat as possible. The heat built up at an astounding rate, sending surges through the pod's meek shield systems before a series of several pings and knocks rolled over the craft's armor. Turbulence increased for an instant has he rocketed through the cloud cover, thrashing him from side to side.
Then he saw the storm below; a massive, twisting typhoon of earth crawling over colony below. The absolute savagery had engulfed the entire troposphere, assuredly blinding any sensors or visual contact that could indicate the incoming invasion. When the secondary boosters fired, Fae punched the switch beside him to power up the inertia dampeners. A white cylindrical cone enveloped his pod just before dipping into the utter darkness of the sandstorm.
Without any visibility, there was no way the mercenary could have steered his pod. The storm began to spin him, though he couldn't tell if he was turning clockwise, or otherwise. There was a tremendous bang, then an unexpected jolt to the right.
"Gods and spirits!" Galm swore over comms, "Did I just hit somebody?"
No response came. Instead there was another powerful crash, followed by several more and a terrifying cartwheel before the pod came to rest... Upside down. Galm shoot his head, checking for a concussion before looking outside of his small window. He was... Inside a hanger. Wasting no time, Galm kicked out the door in front of him.
"Banzi!" he hollered courageously before leaping from his seat, only to fall several meters and smash his helmet into the concrete below him.
Looking up, he could see the full extent of his damage. The pod had a massive gash in the side of it, likely from coliding with a surrounding building... Or worse, some other poor bastard's drop pod. Sending him into a tumble, the pod had bounced several times off the roof of hanger before colliding with a weakened part of the ceiling and dropping through. Only a few crumbling slabs of cement and weakened rebar supports remained to leave the pod dangling just above a nearby fuel depot. Had the supports failed any more than they had the pod would have fallen all the way through and collided with the tanker, causing a massive explosion that would have destroyed the CRU.
Galm took a moment to look around the hanger, searching for anything useful. In a flash of disappointment, he relayed his findings over the radio.
"Ground team, this is Pixy. I've made landfall in a hanger somewhere in the surrounding city. This facility appears to be a civilian outpost, nothing here but old crop dusters. Likely not anything we can use for the mission, but this might make a viable fall-back location for the extraction. Be advised, someone might have seen me go down. There could be local citizens in the immediate area who may come to investigate. If approached, do not be afraid to fire warning shots until they clear the burn zone."
Galm awaited a reply for several seconds, but all that followed was an eerie static.
"All ground teams, all ground teams, I will relay again! New rendezvous point should be at a civilian hanger outside of the strike zone. Storm appears to be interfering communications and global positioning systems. If you can locate such a structure please meet there to regroup! I will defend the location until such forces arrive."
Fae had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he'd just swallowed a block of ice. This wasn't the ideal way to start an operation.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
320
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Posted - 2014.08.01 23:36:00 -
[26] - Quote
WARNING: COLLISION ALARM!
SYSTEM FAILURE: INERTIAL DAMPENER MALFUNCTION!
BRACE FOR IMPACT.
* * * * *
Galm Fae wrote:Ground ... I've ... a hanger somewhere in the surrounding city. This facility appe- ... outpost, nothing here ... Likely not anything we ... mission, but... fall-bac- ... extraction. Be advised, someone might have seen me ... could be local ... the immediate area who may come to investigate. If approached, do no- ... fire warning shots ... -lear the burn zone.
A prolonged burst of static overtook the comms.
Galm Fae wrote:... ground teams, all ... will relay aga- ... rendezvous point should be ... -anger outside of the strike zone. Storm ... communica- ... glob ... systems. If you can locate such a structure pl- ... regroup! I will defend the location until such forces arrive."
Hawkeye turned his head; groaning with considerable effort as he did so. He was on his side, still strapped into his seat. Red lights were flashing everywhere, but the accompanying sirens had given way to a deathly silence. His comm was open, but all he could hear from it was unending static.
He tried to kick the door open with no success. Things were definitely going well. He looked around the pod interior and located a small red button labelled "EMERGENCY RELEASE". He slammed it down, causing the door to be thrown off the pod by explosive bolts; and the harness to dethatch.
Hawkeye rolled out if the cramped seat into a slowly forming sand drift. The effects if the storm was immediately apparent: none of his sensors could see anything, visibility was only half a metre, and his compass couldn't come to a decision of where north was. Best if all; comms were seemingly useless.
He gathered his things from the pod cubby hole above his head and set off into the storm...
He is indestructable!
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
45
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Posted - 2014.08.02 23:16:00 -
[27] - Quote
Bridge
GǣSirGǪWe just lost contact with the mercenaries.Gǥ
The storm had caused heavier damage than they had initially anticipated. The potential loss of units due to the storm was a given. However the potential loss of the immortals was still a heavy blow.
GÇ£Reestablish communication with the ground forces. I doubt the mercenaries fell before getting their boot on the ground.GÇ¥
The communications officer on the bridge did as they were ordered, but only static was heard on the other end.
GÇ£The storm is causing to much interference. We cannot reestablish communications until the storm lets up.GÇ¥
GÇ£How long until the storm passes?GÇ¥
GÇ£About 15 minutes until we can reestablish comms.GÇ¥
They had factored in the blackout into their battle plan, but actually having to wait it out was unbelievably nerve wracking. The only comforting thought was that both sides were fighting under similar conditions. Those left in the labs would be cut off from the rest as well. In most scenarios a blind soldier was a dead soldier.
Although the storm had caused damage the majority of the Krusual soldiers had arrived safely, or as safely as dropping from orbit in a steel coffin could be.
Under the cover of the storm they were able to quickly group up and begin the operation.
Lab: North Wing
One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly.
The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms.
Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers.
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.02 23:35:00 -
[28] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:Lab: North Wing One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly. The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms. Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers.
Emergency lights were flashing everywhere. Alaxander went into combat mode, grabbing his commlink and checking screens for security information.
"B2, Templars! We have a breach in the north wing. Scramble defense systems, I'll get the doctor to safety."
Alaxander grabbed his Rail Rifle, he didn't expect an attack but that didn't mean he wasn't ready for one. He moved over to a security console and began locking down the north wing. After he had activated security, he moved over to the doctor and put his hand on her shoulder. He said in his kindest but most serious voice.
"Doctor, we have to leave." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.03 03:12:00 -
[29] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Clockwork Jester wrote:Lab: North Wing One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly. The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms. Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers. Emergency lights were flashing everywhere. Alaxander went into combat mode, grabbing his commlink and checking screens for security information. "B2, Templars! We have a breach in the north wing. Scramble defense systems, I'll get the doctor to safety." Alaxander grabbed his Rail Rifle, he didn't expect an attack but that didn't mean he wasn't ready for one. He moved over to a security console and began locking down the north wing. After he had activated security, he moved over to the doctor and put his hand on her shoulder. He said in his kindest but most serious voice. "Doctor, we have to leave."
Crownrule could hear the loud but subtle explosion that caused the floor beneath them to shake. Then he hears the captains voice in his ear. He puts his hand to his left ear.
"Captain are you able to get in a defensible position and hold out before we get to you?" Crownrule asks in a darkened tone. He lifts his two fingers from his ear and looks back at Kador and swallows hard.
"What do you want me to do first, activate the defense systems or hold the attackers off?" Crownrule asks looking at his fellow Templar. The first thing Crownrule needs his helmet, he can't go outside in the storm without it. He also needs to make sure the doctor and the Captain are ok and where the intruders are.
"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.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
285
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Posted - 2014.08.03 09:49:00 -
[30] - Quote
Several uncomfortable minutes passed inside the hanger as the sandstorm raged outside. All the while Galm remained perfectly attentive, keeping his rifle shouldered at all times. He had anticipated that it would take time for the ground team to rendezvous, but that still didn't make him any more comfortable waiting when a platoon of Paladins could be converging on his location at any minute.
A small dune had begun to build below where his drop pod had broken through the ceiling. This was somewhat reassuring... At least Galm would have something soft to land on the next time he deployed from his CRU. Cocking his head upwards, he could see the storm raging above, just as fierce as ever and showing no current signs of stopping. He let out a sigh and lowered his weapon before swinging his sniper to his side.
He continued to pace the perimeter, waiting for something-- anything-- to happen. The silence was utterly deafening, and the man had no outlet for the adrenaline rush he was feeling. In his frustration he got sloppy, forgetting to check his corners or checking every little ping and creak in the roof made. Eventually, he even loosened his grip on his rifle.
That was when they struck.
The first breach wasn't especially chaotic, as the soldiers had already rehearsed these movements time and time again. One charge blew the doors to the hanger open, giving way to an utter flood of soldiers. A wave of projectile rounds bounced off Fae's shields, knocking him slightly off balance while the first few troopers closed the distance between them. Before he could flick the safety off his weapon the closest man, protected only by a light exoskeleton and tactical harness, drew his pistol on Galm.
"Drop it ************!" he called, trying to push him to the floor but with no avail.
He let go of his rifle but it continued to dangle there, just in front of his chest.
"Sorry man," Galm breathed, "It's kind of strapped on."
There was no cause for immediate panic. It was obvious that these men weren't Paladins. If their improvised armament consisting of salvaged hardware wasn't a dead giveaway, it was their hands. The man holding the pistol in front of the mercenary had obviously not cleaned under his nails in a very long while. The soldier quickly pulled off his shemagh and goggles, revealing an impossibly young Krusual woman.
"Heh," Fae began cautiously, "You have... A very manly voice ma'am."
"Check him!" the woman barked, keeping her handgun placed in the center of his visor.
Quickly two more soldiers sprinted to either side of Fae and began to pat down his armor. It wasn't apparent what they were looking for though. It seemed rather obvious, Galm was a living weapon who had just fallen from space. Surely it wasn't that hard of a concept for even a Matari to grasp.
"No paladin markings!" the trooper to his left called, "Just some private emblem!"
Every one of the soldiers (Fae could count at least ten) all seemed to relax, but only slightly. The woman kept her weapon steady, backing up two or three steps before she began to speak.
"What brings a Caldari planetside? You with a local corperation based out here?"
"No ma'am. What brings a Krusual planetside? I thought your kind didn't really get out much."
"I'm the one with the questions, meat. Keep up the comments and you'll be breathing out a new hole in your head."
"Yeah, that's not really going to keep me silent for long."
All of Galm's guests quickly fell very, very silent. They backed up, unsure if he was very very brave or very very stupid to speak to their squad leader like that. Some shouldered their weapons, eager to test his theory. Still more seemed to back off and await a response from their appointed leader.
((CJ can decide how they respond.))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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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 -
[32] - Quote
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 -
[37] - Quote
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 -
[38] - Quote
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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CAPTAN BAss
Mantodea MC
10
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Posted - 2014.09.05 01:23:00 -
[61] - Quote
Crownrule wrote: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.
After flying for a few minutes, Alaxander lands the dropship
"Take the cockpit to Templar, as soon as the Doctor is on, launch."
Alaxander grabs the datacards and disembarks.
He sees the Mercenary and the Doctor. He walks towards them and glares at the Mercenary.
"Give me the Doctor and you get the information you want."
Alaxander displays the cards to the Mercenar. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.05 04:28:00 -
[62] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:
He sees the Mercenary and the Doctor. He walks towards them and glares at the Mercenary.
"Give me the Doctor and you get the information you want."
Alaxander displays the cards to the Mercenar.
Galm laughs...
No. It's not a laugh. Laughs are happy. Laughing is what friends do after sharing an inside joke, or how a child responds to the joy of see their mother's face after a long day away. No one in the room was quite sure what sound Galm was making underneith his helmet, but it wasn't laughing.
It wasn't laughing at all.
No one word could quite describe it in full detail, but it succeeded in conjuring certain visual memories. It was never quite the same for any two people, though it was mutually understood by all save for the terrified doctor before him. For some, it was the manifestation of burning to death inside a vehicle, unable to work the hatch to escape from the relentless agony. For others it was doubling over in a panic as a toxin round made its way through their system, reducing every organ along the way into an acidic soup. All were different, yet all were hauntingly similar.
Then all at once it clicks. For the sound Galm was making was one every soldier in the room had been antiquated with at least once; death. Not a death of body mind you, but one of soul. When it finally subsides his words are cold, invading the mind like dark tendrils of though amid the surrounding madness.
"You know, you can stop with the tough guy bullshit... It never works. Trust me, I tried for years to act like I was at home in this life. To be bold and brave far beyond my station and feign that I have nothing left to lose. Do you know what that achieves soldier?"
He legitimately waits for an answer, but begins to speak again only a moment or so sooner than the time it takes to form a response.
"Death soldier. It causes death. You try to tell yourself that you can afford to be brave because there is no price of failure, and that makes you blind to everything you hold dear. I have, over my career, seen so very many people die because I have been blind to my attachments. But the thing that really does you in, the big comeuppance in life? That's never been done by what you have come to expect, but by what you have forgotten. Don't forget that you are human, and don't forget that you are afraid of losing people that you care about.
"So you can be bold soldier. You can shoot me here right now, and what would that achieve? I pull the trigger on reflex, and this lovely girl is gone forever. Or you do the clever thing, and show me the gods damn respect that I command."
Without warning, his words take on a much more aggressive tone. He lifts his foot to the scientist's chest and pins her against the wall as he adjusts his stance. She thrashes and wails in pain, but is powerless to push back the weight of his powered exoskeleton as it forces her back into the wall behind her. The captain across from Galm hears every single pop as her ribs buckle inward, ripping her apart from the inside. She calls for help, but both know that there is nothing Alexander can do to stop him.
"I don't expect you to understand my methods, but I expect you to understand my orders soldier! I need those files, and to be frank, I do. Not. Trust you. Nor do I expect to leave this planet alive. That's why you will upload those files to a NeoComm ID codename 'Warrior-9.'I will verify that they are properly transfer and only after that is done will I relinquish my one and only bargaining chip. If you do this quickly I will give you the girl, you can kill me, and she just might survive the internal bleeding I am currently inflicting! I leave with my prize, you save the girl, and we all walk away from this intact.
"If you fail to comply, one of two things will happen. You will take too long and you will watch the life fade from her eyes under my boot, or I shoot her in the ******* head right in front of you! I will record it, and I will post it on every image board and web hosting across the net."
At this point his barrel his pressed hard into her cheek, pushing it slightly inward so her cheekbones are clearly visible.
"The Fleet will gawk at their failure to contain this situation. Teenagers across the Federation will share and spread her last moments of life as a joke. You and your team will be demoted for your incompetence, and this woman's family will know exactly how you failed to save her! You will have murdered her! So before you make your choice, let me make myself abundantly clear.
"I have everything to gain, while you have everything to lose. Make the smart choice."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 04:55:00 -
[63] - Quote
Crownrule can just barely hear what the gallentean is saying and he slams his fist against the console in rage.
"Blasted gallenteans, I knew I should havent rested, even for a moment cause now that moment coated us a valuable chance of killing this ******.......I need to think fast before things get hairy....i could try to outflank him in the storm, its not heavy but it may cover me or i could just shoot him through the window now, or..... I could shoot the doctor in the leg sending her into shock hoping it makes her look dead and hope the captain can do something before that man can figure out what's going on....but then she'd need immediate medical attention and if not she could die.....damn me and these descisions." Crownrule hesitates and he quietly steps out through the side and begins to circle around, hopefully far away enough he can't be seen and he eventually sees the man and the doctor, Crownrule taps his common and quietly speaks to the captain.
"I'm right behind him, don't say anything, if you want me to grab his gun pop your neck to the left, if you want me to shoot him pop your neck to the right or.....shoot the doctor in her leg and confuse him for a moment pop your neck in both directions." Crownrule says as draws his gun.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:00:00 -
[64] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Crownrule can just barely hear what the gallentean is saying and he slams his fist against the console in rage.
"Blasted gallenteans, I knew I should havent rested, even for a moment cause now that moment coated us a valuable chance of killing this ******.......I need to think fast before things get hairy....i could try to outflank him in the storm, its not heavy but it may cover me or i could just shoot him through the window now, or..... I could shoot the doctor in the leg sending her into shock hoping it makes her look dead and hope the captain can do something before that man can figure out what's going on....but then she'd need immediate medical attention and if not she could die.....damn me and these descisions." Crownrule hesitates and he quietly steps out through the side and begins to circle around, hopefully far away enough he can't be seen and he eventually sees the man and the doctor, Crownrule taps his common and quietly speaks to the captain.
"I'm right behind him, don't say anything, if you want me to grab his gun pop your neck to the left, if you want me to shoot him pop your neck to the right or.....shoot the doctor in her leg and confuse him for a moment pop your neck in both directions." Crownrule says as draws his gun.
Galm's passive scanners pick up a single ping. It's so loud it resinates through the halls for all to hear. It the Templar kept his distance he would have been completely unknown to him. But he didn't think that far ahead.
The tone hangs in the air before Galm finally speaks.
"Oh... You dumb. Inbred. Piece of filth."
He presses the doctor into the wall. Hard. She screams. The show goes on.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:20:00 -
[65] - Quote
((Redacted, wrong thread))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:23:00 -
[66] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:((Redacted, wrong thread))
You forgot I'm still far away right?
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:24:00 -
[67] - Quote
Plus a storm so how is your scanner picking me up so far away?
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:25:00 -
[68] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Plus a storm so how is your scanner picking me up so far away?
(("I'm right behind him, don't say anything" and the fact we already established that the storm has already passed. Otherwise that dropship that you just found on a lamppost would have never flown in the first place.))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:29:00 -
[69] - Quote
(Comment removed)
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12
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Posted - 2014.09.05 05:44:00 -
[70] - Quote
(OK forget behind you and I'm still in the dropship, I'm still thinking of how to deal with the problem)
Crownrule sits in the cockpit and he overhears what the gallentean is saying.
"Dammit.......I have to do something.....but what?" Crownrule asks himself as he sits there thinking. But then he gets a rsiky but hopefully smart idea. He jumps out of the dropship and stands next to the captain.
"I couldn't help but hear your situation, yes maybe you could sell it to the gurristas but then what? They'd still need someone with the knowledge and experience to handle the devices encrypted on those disks, and even then HE doesn't have the the power to do so, but me a templar who has had those experiences using those weapons on your people and the Matari alike, i know how to read what is on those disks, she wont help you im sure she's made thay clear, but me i will becuase my mission is for her to live and i know you mercenaries are up for the highest bidder and why not a vast collection of weapons and other valuable things that comes with a templar who knows how to use it, so what do you say? Trade the doc for me and the information?" Crown rule tells him as he takes a step forward dropping his weapons to the ground.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
303
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Posted - 2014.09.05 06:22:00 -
[71] - Quote
Galm shutters when the weapon hits the ground, pausing for a long moment as he loosens the pressure against the scientist.
"You'd... Risk yourself for another? It's one thing to fight for the person you protect, but to willingly accept that she is more important than you. Now there is a rarity I haven't seen in New Eden for a long time."
He not-laughs again, but his icey tone slowly trains off until it becomes a warm chuckle. It hangs on his lips like an old memory, and he finds himself smiling.
"So of all the people here it finally takes him to understand all this? Is that it? Not the star-eyed loverboy here, not some noble knight fighting for his empire... But the Templar sworn to defend. Now that is something."
He was hoping this would be an easy assignment. Above all else, he was hoping this would be an easy assignment. That he could get back into the mercenary world and have one more eventful mission where everything ended out okay. But the world was rarely so kind. His first sob came out unexpectedly, shaking Fae to his core as he madly tried to assess what had happened to him. Was he shot? Did someone stab him? No, his shields were reading fine. The second one was even more powerful than the last, enough cause him to double over and remove his boot from the doctor to support his weight.
When he looked up he didn't say anything. He didn't scream, shutter, or shout. To an outside observer, it would look like nothing happened at all. But behind his eyes and in his head Galm came face to face with his own brutality. He wasn't just holding the doctor hostage, he was holding his mother hostage. She stared back at him with the same fear in her eyes behind the barrel of his rail rifle. He shook his head and the figure shifted once again, becoming his father. He shook again and again, each time the figure shifting to a different familiar face. Gideon, Pavlov, Morgan, Bishop, before at last coming to rest.
Niina was staring right back in his face. The world reflected in her eyes, casting a glimpse of Galm in front of her. He saw himself in those sad, frightened eyes looming over her. The same soldier that had fought for the Templis, and the same soldier that had wrought terror for the Taskforce Command. The same soldier he had hoped to never see again.
He wondered, did she know that man? Would she recognize him?
To everyone else, Galm had gone mad. He was shivering now from head to toe, remaining completely silent as he backed away slowly from the doctor. His next words were horribly disjointed, coming out in chunks at a time rather than sentences as he begged for forgiveness.
"Th-- Rifle isn'-- No bullets in it! See-- Th-- Wasn't loaded! I would never-- Please! Please believe me, I wouldn't wa-- Wa-- This wasn't for me. Believe me, it was for us! This was always for us!"
He pulled the magazine from his weapon and held it out to her, eagerly attempting to force it on her. At first she recoiled, backing as far away from him as he could. Then it became apparent that he wasn't lying. The magazine had been completely empty the entire time he was holding her hostage. He had spent his last bullet on the team of rebels that were about to abduct her before having to resort to melee combat. She looked back at the crumbled mess of the person he had viciously bashed against a wall, asking herself how she could have been so stupid.
Galm looks down at the floor, incessantly shaking his head back and fourth.
"Please. Someone kill me. I don't want to watch this anymore. Please. Make it go away."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
13
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Posted - 2014.09.05 06:41:00 -
[72] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:Galm shutters when the weapon hits the ground, pausing for a long moment as he loosens the pressure against the scientist.
"You'd... Risk yourself for another? It's one thing to fight for the person you protect, but to willingly accept that she is more important than you. Now there is a rarity I haven't seen in New Eden for a long time."
He not-laughs again, but his icey tone slowly trains off until it becomes a warm chuckle. It hangs on his lips like an old memory, and he finds himself smiling.
"So of all the people here it finally takes him to understand all this? Is that it? Not the star-eyed loverboy here, not some noble knight fighting for his empire... But the Templar sworn to defend. Now that is something."
He was hoping this would be an easy assignment. Above all else, he was hoping this would be an easy assignment. That he could get back into the mercenary world and have one more eventful mission where everything ended out okay. But the world was rarely so kind. His first sob came out unexpectedly, shaking Fae to his core as he madly tried to assess what had happened to him. Was he shot? Did someone stab him? No, his shields were reading fine. The second one was even more powerful than the last, enough cause him to double over and remove his boot from the doctor to support his weight.
When he looked up he didn't say anything. He didn't scream, shutter, or shout. To an outside observer, it would look like nothing happened at all. But behind his eyes and in his head Galm came face to face with his own brutality. He wasn't just holding the doctor hostage, he was holding his mother hostage. She stared back at him with the same fear in her eyes behind the barrel of his rail rifle. He shook his head and the figure shifted once again, becoming his father. He shook again and again, each time the figure shifting to a different familiar face. Gideon, Pavlov, Morgan, Bishop, before at last coming to rest.
Niina was staring right back in his face. The world reflected in her eyes, casting a glimpse of Galm in front of her. He saw himself in those sad, frightened eyes looming over her. The same soldier that had fought for the Templis, and the same soldier that had wrought terror for the Taskforce Command. The same soldier he had hoped to never see again.
He wondered, did she know that man? Would she recognize him?
To everyone else, Galm had gone mad. He was shivering now from head to toe, remaining completely silent as he backed away slowly from the doctor. His next words were horribly disjointed, coming out in chunks at a time rather than sentences as he begged for forgiveness.
"Th-- Rifle isn'-- No bullets in it! See-- Th-- Wasn't loaded! I would never-- Please! Please believe me, I wouldn't wa-- Wa-- This wasn't for me. Believe me, it was for us! This was always for us!"
He pulled the magazine from his weapon and held it out to her, eagerly attempting to force it on her. At first she recoiled, backing as far away from him as he could. Then it became apparent that he wasn't lying. The magazine had been completely empty the entire time he was holding her hostage. He had spent his last bullet on the team of rebels that were about to abduct her before having to resort to melee combat. She looked back at the crumbled mess of the person he had viciously bashed against a wall, asking herself how she could have been so stupid.
Galm looks down at the floor, incessantly shaking his head back and fourth.
"Please. Someone kill me. I don't want to watch this anymore. Please. Make it go away."
"When this is all over mercenary, find me I will help you seek the help you need." Crown rule said as he pulled the trigger putting the bullet into the gallenteans head. Crownrule had quietly picked up his gun and snuck over to the man as he broke down, now he had shed a tear and knelt down and prayed silently. He stood up and lifted the doctor and carried her to the dropship.
"Let's go captain she needs immediate medical attention." Crown rule told to the caldari.
"I'll help her as best I can in the dropship so as to ease some of the pain alleviating in her body." Crown rule gently sets her down on the floor of the drop ship cutting her shirt off to better help her breathe. He begins to prod where her ribs would be.
"Does this hurt doctor?" Crownrule asks knowing how obvious it is that it does hurt.
"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 10:20:00 -
[73] - Quote
Crownrule wrote:Galm Fae wrote:Galm shutters when the weapon hits the ground, pausing for a long moment as he loosens the pressure against the scientist.
"You'd... Risk yourself for another? It's one thing to fight for the person you protect, but to willingly accept that she is more important than you. Now there is a rarity I haven't seen in New Eden for a long time."
He not-laughs again, but his icey tone slowly trains off until it becomes a warm chuckle. It hangs on his lips like an old memory, and he finds himself smiling.
"So of all the people here it finally takes him to understand all this? Is that it? Not the star-eyed loverboy here, not some noble knight fighting for his empire... But the Templar sworn to defend. Now that is something."
He was hoping this would be an easy assignment. Above all else, he was hoping this would be an easy assignment. That he could get back into the mercenary world and have one more eventful mission where everything ended out okay. But the world was rarely so kind. His first sob came out unexpectedly, shaking Fae to his core as he madly tried to assess what had happened to him. Was he shot? Did someone stab him? No, his shields were reading fine. The second one was even more powerful than the last, enough cause him to double over and remove his boot from the doctor to support his weight.
When he looked up he didn't say anything. He didn't scream, shutter, or shout. To an outside observer, it would look like nothing happened at all. But behind his eyes and in his head Galm came face to face with his own brutality. He wasn't just holding the doctor hostage, he was holding his mother hostage. She stared back at him with the same fear in her eyes behind the barrel of his rail rifle. He shook his head and the figure shifted once again, becoming his father. He shook again and again, each time the figure shifting to a different familiar face. Gideon, Pavlov, Morgan, Bishop, before at last coming to rest.
Niina was staring right back in his face. The world reflected in her eyes, casting a glimpse of Galm in front of her. He saw himself in those sad, frightened eyes looming over her. The same soldier that had fought for the Templis, and the same soldier that had wrought terror for the Taskforce Command. The same soldier he had hoped to never see again.
He wondered, did she know that man? Would she recognize him?
To everyone else, Galm had gone mad. He was shivering now from head to toe, remaining completely silent as he backed away slowly from the doctor. His next words were horribly disjointed, coming out in chunks at a time rather than sentences as he begged for forgiveness.
"Th-- Rifle isn'-- No bullets in it! See-- Th-- Wasn't loaded! I would never-- Please! Please believe me, I wouldn't wa-- Wa-- This wasn't for me. Believe me, it was for us! This was always for us!"
He pulled the magazine from his weapon and held it out to her, eagerly attempting to force it on her. At first she recoiled, backing as far away from him as he could. Then it became apparent that he wasn't lying. The magazine had been completely empty the entire time he was holding her hostage. He had spent his last bullet on the team of rebels that were about to abduct her before having to resort to melee combat. She looked back at the crumbled mess of the person he had viciously bashed against a wall, asking herself how she could have been so stupid.
Galm looks down at the floor, incessantly shaking his head back and fourth.
"Please. Someone kill me. I don't want to watch this anymore. Please. Make it go away." "When this is all over mercenary, find me I will help you seek the help you need." Crown rule said as he pulled the trigger putting the bullet into the gallenteans head. Crownrule had quietly picked up his gun and snuck over to the man as he broke down, now he had shed a tear and knelt down and prayed silently. He stood up and lifted the doctor and carried her to the dropship. "Let's go captain she needs immediate medical attention." Crown rule told to the caldari. "I'll help her as best I can in the dropship so as to ease some of the pain alleviating in her body." Crown rule gently sets her down on the floor of the drop ship cutting her shirt off to better help her breathe. He begins to prod where her ribs would be. "Does this hurt doctor?" Crownrule asks knowing how obvious it is that it does hurt.
"One moment Templar"
Alaxander walks up to Galm
"I don't care what you think of my "bravery", and I shall oblige your request.
Alexander pulls out a bolt pistol and ends the madman before him.
He runs over to the dropship.
"Templar, you fly, I'll stay with the Doctor" |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
15
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Posted - 2014.09.05 14:09:00 -
[74] - Quote
Crownrule hops into the cockpit and powers the dropship up, he begins to lift the bulky ship with its important cargo inside. Although he didn't think of her as cargo, he thought of her as a person he quickly regains his sense of awareness and flies the ship back in the direction of the facility, where they can further treat her wounds and get off world.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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