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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:18:00 -
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The Call
Written By: The Nameless
Inspired by A terrific gift and promise I directed my attention to the needs of the ones I love. I am grateful to have this opportunity to share this story. The Gates are open and a choice will be made. To you who understand I do deeply appreciate your support as we move onward to a new destiny. These Chronicles I dedicate to my brother. The stories and adventures are true events that took place in the Heavens. May this bless your life with a rich story and inspiration to conquer.
GÇâ
The Most Amazing Dream
I was lying close to a campfire in the cold snowy ground. The night was bright full moon shining above the tree-line. I knew there were people around me from my peripheral vision. I was buried in the snow from my feet up to my chest. The fire sat at my feet close enough to burn me if I hadnGÇÖt been wrapped in a blanket of snow. Not knowing more than that I simply continued to pack on more snow as it melted away. No one said a word as we watched the fire dance in the night. As quickly as a person would the fireGÇÖs heat became too much and I popped up like a bolt of lightning. I found it funny I would even attempt such a thing. The fire cast my shadow perfectly against the trees. Since I was in a joking mood I stuck my hands out and made a shadow puppet of a buck. I screamed GÇ£check it out! ItGÇÖs a deer!GÇ¥ Laughter erupted and steve popped up with a big smile. He looked into my eyes and in his best English accent said GÇ£Good one my son!GÇ¥ As we enjoyed the moment, a loud bell as if a church bell started ringing in the background. GÇ£WhatGÇÖs a bell doing ringing at this hour?GÇ¥ I turn to see the area. As I pan my vision towards the sound someone shouts GÇ£ItGÇÖs the end of the WORLD!GÇ¥ the tone of voice was dead serious. IGÇÖm still turning my head when across the sky a ship glides toward the sound. Blue lights dancing around itsGÇÖ elongated center moments later a second with red lights. When I looked at the moon a great roar of wind could be heard behind me. As it intensified so did the moons color drift to blood red. As if nature had forgotten everything the sun rose to meet the sky. Sheer panic of what was to follow set in. Seeing all this I was terrified beyond words, as the sun dimmed greatly. All the while the roar of the wind was coming to a peak and I knew time was short! As if the world had blackened away all at once, the ground began to become more distant. The force of the wind took me straight upward and not ripped me to pieces as I assumed that terrible sound would do. I saw my people beneath me as I was torn off the face of the earth. There was a longing in their face. Nothing real or fictional could ever match the absolute terror. As every human being IGÇÖve ever known would I searched to escape. But I didnGÇÖt, I couldnGÇÖt, then I wouldnGÇÖt. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I saidGǪ
WhatGÇÖs in a Name?
GÇ£GreaseGÇ¥ a term I learned from the military, a dual meaning, to be a lubricant to get things moving and to turn your enemy from a solid form into a liquid. The surname is old English in times of war and peace it was also a duality. In times of peace a brick mason to GÇ£spillGÇ¥ mortar, to build walls and homes, to GÇ£spillGÇ¥ in times of war referred to the dropping of blood upon the Earth. GÇ£ettGÇ¥ as in the act of doing so. My name was Grease Spillett.
GÇâ
How did I get there?
Taken from the world I knew, I had arrived at this new sophisticated place in a time of war. As I regained consciousness I found myself in a strange room. It was a comfortable climate with interesting hews of green and blue lights. The walls were metallic and barren, empty shelves and monitors projected images of things I didnGÇÖt understand. I was intrigued and unafraid as I explored my surroundings. I reached out to touch the massive screen in the living area of my room. As I did I noticed my body had been covered by some sort of uniform as if an exoskeleton of some sort. It felt as though I were lightly clothed but as I explored my arm further I found that my body was not only armored but shielded with a sort of aura I couldnGÇÖt understand. A holographic image of a beautiful woman began to describe to me the situation I was in. She said I had been a salvageable piece in a world of misbegotten children. I was now an immortal who would be an instrument of war permanently. Keeping it simple she explained to me that I was now classified a Gallente Federal Marine. It was due to my belief in freedom and democracy that I had been delivered to these people. She briefed on the ability to choose my role to support a growing number of mercenaries to establish control and order or to be an agent of chaos and infamy throughout the galaxy. I chose to be a scout sniper. I had no choice but to be a mercenary for the battles and wars of intergalactic super corporations fighting for control of ground installations and resources of strategic value. The system called GÇ£Sinq Liasom GardemesGÇ¥ was to be my safe house and base of operations. The brief ended with GÇ£good luck.GÇ¥ I turned my attention toward a door that I could neither open nor know where I was physically.
Comprehension of War
There is a specific reason I chose to be a scout sniper. As such I would be able to move undetected, provide intelligence on enemy movement, and hold high value targets with little to no risk thus providing an area of denial to the enemy. Military training had taught me that communication in brevity and teamwork was the keys to success in any endeavor. With that in mind I meticulously toiled with weapons and armor combinations. I was provided a market that would allow me to purchase and customize any of the major forces in this place called GÇ£New EdenGÇ¥. I hoped that through patience and skill I would make a central figure of elite special forces.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:19:00 -
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Throughout the galaxy there were four major forces in action. The Amarrians, Caldari, Gallente, and Minmatar were all distant relatives of the old world. I had no idea about anything to do with our differences but I learned quickly. Amarrians were a proud empire of excess and conquest. Their goal was to enslave all peoples and to worship the holy empress. Caldari were master trades and specialized in shield technologies. The Caldari were typically silver tongued devils when it came to getting the right price. Gallente were just and fair minded peoples believing in freedom and democracy. It was the council of elders that decided war was inevitable. The Minmatar they were the slave caste of the Amarrian Empire. Born and bred for many hundreds of years to be of a high physical ability. They were perhaps the least organized but by far the most physically talented. A rebellion had been lead that made them a nation. I had an affinity towards them though they brought down more war than peace. Nothing could deter their hunger for freedom.
GÇâ
IMMORTAL
This war was unprecedented. Weapons and armor that are fantasy or were far away dreams of the world I once knew. The most critical and disparaging of which is instantaneous mind transfer. The Amarrian Empire had devised an incredible fusion of technology to create the most fearsome of warriors, an Immortal. Clone technology combined with this breakthrough allowed for a warrior to escape the failed clone even at the moment of death. All the while the fightersGÇÖ consciousness was light years away in a secure station. As long as the enemy had clones and a means to relay this signal the fighting would go on. I prepared myself to meet and face mercenaries of all quality. The new reality and fear I felt was tremendous.
My First Contract
A fellow Gallente and the person who brought me here, was a tanker code named NinjaPirateRobotZombie. Called NPRZ for short, he was a lieutenant of a corporation known as Subdreddit. They were a lively crew but not all inclusive. I was unable to join due to a lack of participation in their political lobbying. I did not mind because I was new here. I knew regardless that I would find the right group given time. The one who leads me is perfect. From my secure station under the command of NPRZ set out to a production facility on a planet named Klingt VI. As we booted into our clones I chose a militia variant sniper class. It was a very poor version of what I was to design. Our ship was called the mobile command center and we planned in an area known as the war barge. The shipGÇÖs cost was roughly 50 million interstellar kredits or ISK and was quite an amazing feat of cooperation and design. As we travelled through space at around 6,000 astronomical units an hour, AU, we surveyed the battlefield. 4 critical points were required to defend the installation from invading forces. These points were stations known as null cannons. Our directive was two-fold. Hack these installations for interplanetary missile defense or to eliminate the enemyGÇÖs clone forces before our ships destroyed one another. These missiles dealt incredible damage and were to be top priority. NPRZ directed a drop ship pilot to deliver me to the enemy tower closest to their ship. I understood my role was to defend point bravo by acquiring a headshot on the would be hackers and to call out enemy forces troop movements. Our ships speed decreased sharply as we burned through the atmosphere to jump onto friendly soil. I jumped out of a plasma shielded membrane that resembled a bomb bay. I slid through and activated my inertia dampener that acted as a protective field to keep us from dying on impact. As I rose from a knee, a Re-deployable vehicle, RDV carrying an attack drop-ship landed gently adjacent to my landing zone. The pilotGÇÖs name was Gabriella Gray an Amarrian Female freelance mercenary. I stood by until she jumped into the drop-ship, firing up her thrusters.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:20:00 -
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As I enter the low eerie hum rose to a scream as we bee-lined to bravo point tower. Gab as I call her bellowed out in her classic deep tone, GÇ£Hang on weGÇÖre in for some chop.GÇ¥ Anti-Aircraft railguns nearly miss us. The displacement of air gave us rough turbulence. Gab GÇ£Standby for drop!GÇ¥ cool as ice GÇ£3GǪ2GǪ1GǪ DROP!GÇ¥ I jumped out to land nearly dead center upon the forward tower. She pulled up hard and sharp and began to give a sweep around the hot-zone. I surveyed my surroundings gazing at a beautiful and dusty world. Two moons hung in the dusk sky as I move into position. Heart racing I was ready to execute. NPRZ GÇ£Give us the scoop Grease!GÇ¥ he commanded with enthusiasm knowing my potential. GÇ£ Two enemy tanks under their MCC convoying to central road. Half and half ground troops to closest objectives.GÇ¥ NPRZ GÇ£Rodger that. Grease, do not let them hack bravo and 15 second interval updates on enemy armor.GÇ¥ Our frontlines took our closest points Charlie and Delta. Swiftly I scoped into point Bravo hacking station. One after another for 2 minutes I killed every hacker. The Frontline advanced yet it felt like an eternity. I kept pace with armor updates as NPRZ did his work. He flanked expertly and crushed the enemy tanks by taking the rear. Knowing the enemies every move and by intelligent design. NPRZ had been here a long time. He had developed one of the most sophisticated tanks ever conceived. It was heavily armored and armed with a blaster turret of a radically new prototype version. I watched the whole thing in awe of his destructive power. An enormous thunder erupted as he opened fire on the rear tank. Coms were dead silent as we swayed to the symphony of destruction. Cooled by an advance heat dispersion system the super powerful rounds just did not stop. He called the tank GÇ£The God FitGÇ¥. Amidst the ensued chaos I could hear the barking of machine gun fire beneath me as the troopers were establishing the front. All manner of know weapons could be seen and heard. Assault rifles firing plasma rounds, the hum of ionized laser beams, crystal focused scrambler rifles, Grenade launchers called Mass Drivers, all were firing rocking the ground beneath me and kicking dust. I simply stayed focused watching and waiting for the next would be hacker. The front firmly at a stalemate each side was no longer concerned with success it was a pure brawl of a new order. They had become dedicated to the utter annihilation of each other.
After ten minutes of intense battling the enemy MCC exploded. The concussion of the blast wave startled me as I rose to watch her fall. The relay destroyed all enemy combatants simply fell lifeless to the ground. A battle summary report was filed and we were to be compensated. I made 190,000 ISK for a 13-0 Kills to death. My connection no longer required I was then cut from further work there and opened my eyes to be in my body at the secure station. Ready to go again and again I am Immortal.
GÇâ
Being Mentored
I was recruited from a public contract by a logistics/support Minmatar. His demeanor was something I recognized, like seeing a reflection. Codenamed CaoticFox CEO of the Axis of Chaos. Battle hardened by years of combat he took me under his wing to increase my skill and to use me as a weapon for true conquest. GÇ£Some will do ANYTHING to get ahead in the universe, but we are held fast with the purest integrity throughout the multiverse. We are the SALT of the omni-verse!!!GÇ¥ I spent an incredible amount of time both on and off the battlefield preparing for ultimate war tirelessly fine tuning and generating new sniper suits until I was sure that I like and performed as I envisioned. I had taken to the Gallente Scout Frame G-1 series. They were light, fast, and hard to detect. I knew being a sniper in a frail suit was risky but to my rationale if I am seen I deserve to die as a sniper anyway. I had taken to the Charge sniper rifle variant its sound is terribly annoying but the damage output was the only competitive option. I was able to deal enough damage to down anyone with a well-placed headshot. Caoticfox or GÇ£foxGÇ¥ for short had taught me to be very forward and to run like hell if I was spotted. I had taken to driving a Land Attach Vehicle, or LAV, straight to the enemyGÇÖs home point. I would attempt to set up the shot before anyone else could get there. Most of the time it payed off, I would get 10-20 kills picking off stragglers and hackers. I had the occasional run in with an angry enemy running at me like a rabid dog. I would call in my LAV and smash the accelerator before my assailant could get to me. I was as fox called me a GÇ£Glass Canon.GÇ¥ Capable of dealing tons of damage but take none. If another sniper saw me before I saw him I was dead. I made the mistake of being GÇ£Scoped in.GÇ¥ it was a reference to a sniper not being situationally aware due to paying too much attention on targets and not my nearby physical locations. I had died through all manner of deaths that way, from being liquefied through a full on rail gun, to humiliating executions from remote explosives. Fox always laughed when I told him how I died. Fox GÇ£Man I do that all the time!GÇ¥ giggling his laugh was entertaining in itself, like the Joker. Honing my skills I had sharp increases in performance through being random and using a shoot and scoot mentality. My communication skills and sense of direction were a major upside to vehicle operators and they tipped for the callouts. Card Drunook a vehicle specialist said to me GÇ£Grease I will pay you to play with me. You are the best forward air controller in New Eden.GÇ¥ Flattered and happy to oblige I would assist anyone who needed me. CaoticfoxGÇÖs words of wisdom combined with my blitzkrieg minded tactics sharpened me into a finely tuned tactician. I had gotten to the point that I could predict enemy movement. It was a color code I had imagined and a sort of timer. I would count the amount of time I thought it would take to run to an objective.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:21:00 -
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If things became seemingly quiet I had a timer set in my mind. By judging the layout of the battlefield and assessing the enemies speed capability, I was able to predict within fifteen seconds an enemy push. However I could not predict for stupidity. I had been witness to the worst cases of stubbornness. I watched either the enemy or friendly charge headlong into a sure slaughter on more than a handful of occasions.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:22:00 -
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A change for the future
Gaining notoriety from battle to battle I was being recognized by those who knew me as, GÇ£New EdenGÇÖs Premier Sniper.GÇ¥ In a battle of no particular importance I ran across a squad with room for two additional members. Recognizing their tag and remembering their powerful presence I request that fox and I join their squad to assist them in battle. They were a corporation called 0uter.Heaven. The squad was lead by Radar-R4D7, along with him was Reiselia, D3LTA Blitzkrieg, and Kaotic Krusader. They all had an incredible amount of skill and grace from what I had previously witnessed with and against them. Caoticfox conceded and we joined the squad. Our coms now shared their encrypted channel. The air of speech was playful and whimsical as they held the city referred to as the GÇ£Emerald City.GÇ¥ Radar was Minmatar and had developed a scout shotgun fit. A very talented flanker and hacker Radar ran at lightning speed. Reiselia meanwhile set up a forward base dropping ammo and armor replenishing GÇ£Nano-hivesGÇ¥. She was Caldari and used a logistics class suit with a mass-driver. Kaotic Krusader drove around in a nearly invincible all-four-wheel-drive land attack vehicle. His massive Amarrian drop-suit wielded a Heavy Machine Gun and was a terror in close quarters combat. He would patrol the city and that which he did not run-over he would shred apart by hopping out of his car and mowing them down. D3LTA Blitzkrieg was a Caldari assault class, able to hold a frontline and regenerate shields in the blink of an eye. He carried an assault rifle and submachine gun. Wondering what the conversation would go like I asked GÇ£Is it ok for us to join you?GÇ¥ No one minded as they all chimed in one after another Radar GÇ£Nope!GÇ¥, Reis GÇ£thaaaatttsssGÇÖ FIIIINNNEEEGÇ¥, D3LTA GÇ£sure.GÇ¥, Kaotic Krusader GÇ£GǪGǪGÇ¥ Grease GÇ£My role is sniper.GÇ¥ Everyone laughed but I didnGÇÖt see how that was funny.
Radar GÇ£SoGǪ. YouGÇÖre a sniper?..GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Yes I am the best.GÇ¥
They laughed much harder that time and fox decided to speak. GǣGuys he may actually be the best.Gǥ Still giggling Reiselia with her valley girl accent was laying down uplinks for clones to generate and spawn in, asked GǣHow good are you and can you prove it?Gǥ While on my perch hidden next to the enemy ship I asked GǣWhat would you constitute as good?Gǥ Reiselia GǣUmmmGǪ Oh my GOD! So like what is your kill to death ratio?Gǥ Gǣ7.75Gǥ
Reis GÇ£ Hmm thatGÇÖs not bad. But can you prove youGÇÖre good?GÇ¥ GÇ£I am.GÇ¥ Enemy after enemy I was denying them to even come out of the enemy MCC. Having crafted what I felt was the best sniper fitting for a suit I had several different modules to assist my will. 2 complex damage modifications, profile dampeners, and enough stamina to run forever I was as good as it got. Battle summary report 26-0 I was satisfied that they knew me now. I accounted for 40% of the total kills that battle. I was haunted by their laughter, what was funny about being a sniper? After that encounter I began to consider a change. I was skilled enough to get a new suit and weapon what I chose was to be the greatest fit of its time.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:22:00 -
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Pioneered
Molden Heath was a backwater station to the great pilots and pirates of deep space. I had acquired a hunger for competition. Public mercenary work had become dull. I had a desire to prove myself and dominate my enemies with unrelenting force. Hoping that one day my name would be known throughout creation I pioneered. Axis of Chaos was not growing well due to the strict rules enforced by Caoticfox. His rule was no prototype level dropsuits in public contracts. This drove many to leave and having constant mediocre performances many mercenaries walked away unsatisfied. Others simply could not handle the lonely life of a soldier. It was harsh, unforgiving, and brutally painful dying over and over again for months and years. Our minds would form echoing pains from previous battles. The mind knew it was real but the body had no pain except what the mind created. Alone deep in space, I had no one to hold me through the night. So I worked hard then harder. Resentment filled my spirit and I turned into murder itself. In a closed door meeting with Fox I voiced my concerns. Grease GÇ£ Fox I need to experience new things such as planetary conquest.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£You know we arenGÇÖt big enough! Nor do we have enough members. All the new recruits quit because they are getting stomped.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£ I need to experience it for intelligence so that when we begin we have some experience.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£ What do you want to do GREASE!?GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£I want to join 0uter.Heaven and see how they do things. They are the best IGÇÖve seen. I want to know how to conduct full scale war. I will return once I know what to do.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£Very well Grease. Good luck and God speed.GÇ¥
We shook hands and I made haste to join 0uter.Heaven.
Locked inside
Days have passed since my rapture and yet another seemingly hopeless task lay before me. Bent on learning the ways and gathering a mighty force of mercenaries seems the right thing to do. I said nothing as I watched many good men and women fight it out knowing they were all the same. Regardless of the words I could speak or the truth I spoke, I had to wait for them to awaken. Those were long days not saying what needed to be said. I hung my head and feathered my trigger. Never hesitating to fire yet waiting for the shot. The time is coming and his return is imminent. I can no longer be idle. I must return to him what is his. Locked inside of my thoughts I took aim. I am ready to take the shot, I am always ready. My aim is true and faithful.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:23:00 -
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0uter.Heaven
My contact in was an Amarrian man called Maglives. He and I met as opposing forces. Long ago, in my earlier days, he had taken the top of the emerald city. He was raining death with his powerful forge gun. A magnificent anti-vehicle weapon originally designed as a mining tool to displace solid mass with a concentrated anti-matter charge. The tool was weaponized because of the ability to destroy all manner of vehicles and auto defense turret installations. Looking back now it was the most powerful sniper rifle minus stealth. I shot him down twice. Impressed he sent mail asking GÇ£Why canGÇÖt we be friends?GÇ¥ Of course I thought it wonderful to have a sense of humor about it and said GÇ£We now are.GÇ¥ His strength was amazing and I generally didnGÇÖt want him against me either. Remembering our relationship I asked him if I could join the corporation. Mag spoke with a soft English accent GÇ£Sure. Mention my name that should be sufficient.GÇ¥ I gave a detailed application and within the hour was accepted as a member of 0uter.Heaven.
I had to earn respect as I continued increasing my skills as both a sniper and my future role as a slayer on the ground. I was encouraged by Radar to learn to fly. Radar GÇ£We need you to fly yourself. We donGÇÖt have time to fly you around in planetary conquest.GÇ¥ We rely on establishing high ground dominance and without it we lose, every time. Radar GÇ£So once all others have called in their vehicles you may call in yours.GÇ¥
Nicholas Tekotch
Nicholas Tekotch, Director of Outer.Heaven
I still hear their screams.... echoing.... forever....The screams of tens of thousands of confirmed kills by my hand alone. Oh yes, I remember every moment of it. I remember the satisfaction of slaughtering squads of newly cloned soldiers having no idea what they were getting themselves into. I remember slaughtering the veterans who would just pray that I end it quickly for them so as to not scar their minds. Above all I remember every piece of shrapnel that penetrated my body, and every plasma burn that withered my body as my mind grew clouded. Only to awake once more in a universe carved with the blood and sweat of my brothers and sisters in arms. A universe defined by life, death, fire and chaos, and a feeling of brotherhood no mortal could hope to understand. This is my story..........
My first day of work:
I woke up. For the first time in a foreign world that I couldn't even explain how I came to be standing upon. The sun was so bright. It reflected off a sea of sand only broken up by large rock outcroppings. I was thrown from this daze of awe and wonderment by the ground around me being flung into the air. Out of nowhere I felt incredible pressure on my chest like a sledgehammer crashing into my body knocking me to the ground. There was the red glow of a warning light coming from the lower left corner oh my HUD accompanied by an insistent noise notifying me that my shields have dropped below 10% Next thing I realize is I am being dragged behind one of the rock outcroppings. Suddenly there was a crackle over my communications an unknown soldier spoke to me in a commanding tone.
"You stupid ******* blueberry, you better use that ******* weapon of yours and not let one single red dot past this damn rock, do you understand!?!"
He turned from me and rolled around the rock, muzzle of his weapon ablaze, when he flopped back behind the rock. Laying on his back the unknown-soldier head slowly tilted toward me exposing a hole in the faceplate with gore leaking out the back.
"Sniper!!!" another voice frantically yelled over the coms.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:24:00 -
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I then watched two soldiers run past me flashing blue friend ID tags. They just continued to run away. I looked up in the left hand corner of my Hollographic Universal Display, or H.U.D; at a minimap and watched blue dots vanish one by one. Then there were none, as fear crept into my mind paralyzing my body. My heart sank and my breath was caught in my throat as I continued watching and witnessed two red dots enter the edge of my minimap. Coming closer and closer to the rock I was cowering behind. I looked back down at the soldier with the hole in his head and knew what would happen when the red dots reached me. Mustering what courage I could I shakily found my footing and readied my weapon. Leaping around the corner weapon raised I opened fire on the closest of two unsuspecting hostile ID tags emptying all 48 rounds at the hostile watching him stumble as blue flares erupted all around the enemies body. Yet he did not fall..... He and the other hostile turned on me in an instant. They gleamed with menacing black armor from head to foot that I had only ever seen worn by the elite veterans from posters I had seen in the barracks from last week. Wielding weapons that were probably worth more than anything I had ever owned. They opened fire on me. In less than a second my shields were gone as ruptures opened all over the mid-section of my armor. I look down as I watched my burning entrails spill into the sand before me. I collapsed to my knees and coughed as blood splattered the inside of my faceplate. My mind and face clouded and contorted with pain and agony. I looked up at the clad black figure looming over me with the rifle barrel in my face. With what was left of my consciousness I watched him pull the trigger.
Then I woke up... again.....though in my merc quarters. I checked my body and realized I was fine. It all seemed like a dream, but with the memories that now flooded my mind I knew it was wishful thinking. That pain and suffering was all real. It was something I'll never forget. It isn't a luxury I will ever know. This is the price I pay for being immortal.
This is the first chapter in my story and more shall be told... However I am retiring for the night.
Signing off:
Nicholas Tekotch
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:25:00 -
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Written by: GodGÇÖs architect
A reporter on the events of many stories his chronicles are critical pieces of the puzzle.
1st Northern War
The IMPs and Outer.Heaven is committed to an extermination campaign in the north against Sver. Fighting for our very home is exciting. Place your bets and by the end of the week we shall have an outcome. I find it funny whenever we fight Outer.Heaven we lag soo hard, its shameful HOLY SH'T!!!
Day 1. Both sides have taken heavy casualties with victories and losses accounted in both sides, no territory as been taken. With the war ending its Day 1 operations in the defense of Sver Prime. With Day 2 of the Northern War approaching the U.N has committed men and resources to attack strategic locations on Sver Prime. Also along side Outer.Heaven who has also committed to the fight. With no air support on the Day 1 in its defense it is assumed that for the 1st day of the invasion they both maintain air dominance over the skies of Sver Prime. It is currently unknown how long this blockade will last, but both sides are in high spirits over the 1st day. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.
Scorched Earth
Day 2. This is unarguably the worst day of the war. With casualties reaching past half a thousand and isk exceeding two billion, and with a lost of a supply base on Sver Prime to the U.N "Blue Hats". Now with a closing reality that Sver Prime may fall we have enacted a scorched earth policy for the Sver mainland and its colonies. If failure is imminent we are to destroy plans and research data of assault plans, defense strategies, logistics, secret base locations and etc. if evacuation of such sensitive information becomes impossible. Evacuation of civilian and company assets were a success and were escorted under the protection of the Unclaimed Alliance after the blockade was broken. The corporationsGÇÖ wallet is no longer stationed in the Sver Prime Capital but at an undisclosed location. The evacuation of civilians from various warzones in the world were accompanied by many of the lower tiered True Bloods. With many of the men helping the evacuation efforts to the mainland they prepared for a possible evacuation from the home world itself. Due to the lack of men stationed on the frontline, many non-True Bloods mercs have been called into the fight to slow the advance. The CEO of Sver True Bloods Quickgloves announced that post-Sver Prime invasion or Occupation will result in a massive invasion of multiple planets and sectors, threating to force the Northern War south, bringing her allies and enemies alike. Such a move is feared to ignited the 1st regional conflict. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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A Losing War
Day 2.5. Sver today has lost contact with all of its colonies. With the war approaching to the capital everyone in Sver is starting to break a sweat. It was clear we were not prepared to fight a war such as this one alone. The undefeated title of the True Bloods is now just a memory. After the U.N successful invasion into the Sver Prime home world they have yet to break into the mainland but the fear is that within a week their tanks will tread the capital. The war is not yet lost but make no mistake we are losing. With parts of our home occupied the situation is getting more desperate. As the fight turns into meters not miles, the coming days it will be some of the most ferocious fighting in the Sver Prime Defense campaign. We already have some reports of the IMPs glassing our bases in the mountains. We lost contact with FOB Marston and Kaios. With a beachhead secure they now reinforce their men for another round in the next day. We are to give no ground to the UN at any cost, not one step back. Men who break this rule are to be shot and exile from the corp. With our CEO's growing hated towards the invaders he will inevitably bring the war south. I fear that war will spread and engulf all in its wake. I'll keep you updated in the coming days.
Bringing the War South
Day 3. Operation: Barbosa is in effect. With the war on the mainland at a stalemate our CEO has issued and all-out attack on the Rise Of Legion. The war is coming south. As many thousands of men will commence in the attack on Day 4. The worn and torn men of the forces of Sver Prime along with ringers are said to help carry out this assault on a massive land grab in probably the largest in the history of Dust thus far. Unconfirmed reports state that close to 60% of the corps wallet has been spent in this assault. The Unclaimed Alliance is sending ships logical and close air support to help carry out the invasion of ROFL. The men Sver True Bloods are surprised but ready to bring the fires of war to ROFL's doorstep. With the ROFL forces ready to defend all territories in tomorrowsGÇÖ engagement the fight is told to be that of legend. Also with Day 3 defense of Sver Prime all but finished the remaining Sver soldiers are fighting desperately to hold the IMP's back. With an invasion of the mainland likely we are to ready a complete evacuation of Sver Prime. I'll have more info today.
A Burning Capital
Day 5.
Today the IMP's shattered our lines and entered the Sver Capital. Their tanks tread on the suburb Acacia and Gruand as the Svers forces retreat to Zdowggg Memorial. Fighting over that hill has taken hours and switched hands over a dozen times. Once the 7th Sver Imperial Guard showed they retook the hill and forced the IMP's back too Acacia and Gruand. With a Sver flag planted on the hill once more hope for the Sver people brighten.
With Quickgloves leading the defense for the Sver capital in an underground bunker in the Court Guard District. With Sver elites all ordered to give up their lives if need be. At the same Kush's tank divisions pushing towards the IMPs bulge Christine to buy time for the Sver evacuation. They attempted to surround the IMP's at Svers suburbs, they knowing this has moved heavies and infantry with proto gear to slow the advance and bring tank reinforcements from their stretched supply lines.
With the line holding and Valkyrie Protocol in effect evacuations are still underway, many of which is not escorted. With Unclaimed abandonment of the region, sympathizers have mobilized and only recently helped with evacs. The IMP's pounds the fleet hard with the fight lasting all day. The sympathizers, many of them Sver born refuse to retreat and understands what's at stake if they run now.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:28:00 -
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End of the Beginning
Day 5.3. The some of the ships escorting the evacuation were ambushed by another unknown fleet. All ships were destroyed and pods dead as well. With Unclaimed no longer sending ships and the sympathizers fighting for the evacuation towards unclaimed space, no ships are able to investigate into this new threat.
"Goons"
Day 5.5. Goonfleet came in force and broke our blockade over the planet. The Goon's with their savagery attacked the territories used for evacuation. They dropped Goon Crusaders with the attempted to cleanse the Sver people. The fight was hard and long. The Goons attacked soldiers and civilians alike and showed no mercy to any. With the attack as a surprise the Sver forces they regroup under their F/C and started to push the Crusaders back. With the battle turning to our favor the Goons committed a great atrocity. June 1, 2013 at 19:32 EVE time the Goons detonated several nuclear warheads over the E-vac sites. It was a grand sacrifice that engulfed all. Maybe this was the plan from the start or their leaders couldn't stand the thought of defeat and declare to the universe the lengths they are willing to take. According to unofficial reports stating that over 8 million people died. All that was remaining was a desolate landscape, this unspeakable crime craved a scared into the mainland. How did the Sver people feel about what they saw? And what did Quick think when he heard the news?
Etiam Hic Sumus
Less than 3 days after the ceasefire and Sakulda peace accords, statement 1 demanded we give up all lands of our home, the IMPs are to cease all attacks on Sver and its people ending the war. A little over 24 hrs after the ceasefire the IMP's send an invasion fleet to our last territory in Molden Heath and set fires emergency hospital facility in Skarkon, forcing the peace treaty to become null in void. Survivors of the Sver Prime invasion were forced to take up arms once more and engaged the IMPs in open fighting. The hasty assembled and demoralized troops stood in Skarkon's defense though we all believed that fighting the IMPs were a losing battle. A surviving F/C lead the men into a fight knowing winning wasn't a possibility. The IMPs want us out of Molden Heath and broke a treaty to do it. The fight was hard and long. Even the traitors that turned on us on the Battle of Dolby the last fight for Sver Prime stood in their ranks on todayGÇÖs invasion. After hours of fighting the IMPs ships burned in orbit. Their tanks and men lie broken on the battlefield. And the dirtied men of Sver rose for the rubble. Then brave a wounded man of Sver stood and chanted in a dead language of the Dark ages. "Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus!" Translation GÇ£We are still here!GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:28:00 -
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"Monster"
"The cold. I remember the cold!" I said. Winter on Skarkon; windless winter is what the men were calling it. We were overflowed with wounded unable to survive the trip back. We've been having skirmishes with the IMPs for two days now, but back then I didn't know what was worst the cold or the IMPs. Many had died in the fighting many more from the cold and starvation. Base commanders send distress beacons a call for help but we have been cut loose and told to give up Skarkon and our leaders are to discuss our terms as prisoners of war. Our remaining F/C shun the order knowing what the IMPs do to prisoners and no one would dare agree to become a slave, so we thought. Every few hours the IMPs blast their false propaganda over loud speakers, but it wasn't all false. As I was out on recon one day and I saw their warm food and warm camps.
Every hour more us of died or deserted, many were caught and shot on sight. Many of us were questioning the motive of this war and why we are killing our own friends. I remember telling the men in the camp a lie. I told them that Unclaimed will come and take us off this dismal planet. What a wonderful lie that was, Unclaimed was fighting war that lost half of it territory and we were forced to make our own alliance Public Disorder. No one was coming for us and I knew that, but I told that lie I fabricated to keep the men going. I said that lie so many time that I almost believed it myself. Believing your own lie, huh, now you know things were a mess.
Our military discipline was evaporating as well, if I remember correctly. There were a lot of in fighting on Sharkon. With only two directors on the planet with us it was hard to contain it all. With bank accounts drying up as well it became harder and harder to get supplies from the nearby territories especially protogear to fight the IMPs. Hell we usually avoided them if we can. Most of the time we can but they sometimes they ambushed our patrols with Thale sniper teams, on average we lose six men. When we ambush them it is with advanced or militia and they lose 3 on average. Now that we've been told the Sver will no longer fund operations on Skarkon they say they are saving it for a larger operation. The men on this cold planet are left to fight on their own now abandon by their alliance and corp. They have turned a blind eye to the men that swore their allegiance to them. Still most of the men on Skarkon though abandoned, starving, and low on moral still refused to become prisoners.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:29:00 -
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There were reports of patrols killing their officers to surrender just for food. On one of my patrols a few men mutinied and tried to kill me and run. A few loyalist and I were forced back when we ran out or ammo. After a few incidents Command stopped all patrols, Command tried to keep it under wraps, no one needed to know Guards are killing Guards it would no one good.
Command got all the remaining Guards together and issued Military Code 218-479 Article 5 Section 1. We were to now be a supervision unit, it was a job hated by all who carried it out and those who looked at the punishers. We were placed behind the lines and killed the Sver soldiers that abandoned their duties and ran. God, we kill dozens of our men, but they still came at us. "You Daddy still have memories of those actions." I told her. "Daddy you are not a monster. Monsters are bad and mean people. You are kind to me, so you are no monster." she told me. I look at the roof of her bedroom. Why do men kill? Why do men lie? Why do men become numb? We are all monsters. I should have asked those questions back then. I was given the name God's Architect for the legend that an angel that created the prison for where the devil resides. But I guess there was another Architect making a hell around me.
Once a Proud People
GÇ£Yeah I remember. ItGÇÖs going to take a while by the way it happened so long ago. Do you know what the war was really about?GÇ¥ I told the man while I sat on a chair inside my house. GÇ£The war,GÇÖ he said GÇ£14 years ago there was a war the engulfed the world; the first Northern War. The war between the IMP and the True Bloods started years before mercs even occupied Molten Heath. This war was fought over pride. The extent of the clashes extended past normal men ambitions and turned into hatred. Cronos once a great empire of the east negotiated with our King Baby Jesus STB, peace talks broke down. By June of 2013 the IMPs assaulted our lands, by the fourth day most of the worldGÇÖs southern hemisphere was completely engulf. With lost moral, insubordination and almost fail evac Sver Prime fell after a week of fighting.GÇ¥
I lean over and grab my cup of coffee then said, GÇ£This could be found in any history book!GÇ¥ The young man puts a data pad on my desk in front of me and a hologram showed. GÇ£But I found something interesting; after the rise of the new world government in GÇÖ22 there were a release of the war records pertaining to the Northern War. The TeamPlayers Corporation kept popping up in my findings, also this man, code word Quickgloves.GÇ¥ My eyes and his locked for a moment and there was an uneasy silence, I put my put down and scroll the data pad thatGÇÖs on my table. GÇ£What do you want, boy?GÇ¥ I asked firmly. GÇ£I want to know what happened in the Battle for Sharkon. The history books say that Sver won the day but there are conflicting reports that suggest otherwise. As a reporter and journalist I want to know the truth about the last day and the Teamplayers myth, did they really even exist?GÇ¥
14 years ago
Panicked voices over the radio requesting for help. Sounds of dead an explosion. There is a battled scared and ripped Sver True Bloods flag waving on a flag pole. Its gets taken down. A dozen of Sver soldiers are captured the highest ranking officer in on his knees in front of him is a beautiful but battle-hardened female commander. She is wearing a heavy coat with a pistol in her hand. The woman points the pistol at young officers head. Her name was Karla GÇ£The SavageGÇ¥ Status, GÇ£Such a shame,GÇ¥ she says as she pulls the trigger. Some of the officers blood is splattered on her face. GÇ¥Kill the rest!GÇ¥ she tells her soldiers. She draws a cigarette and lights it as she hear the firing squad kill the remaining Sver soldiers. GÇ£That officer was kinda cute!GÇ¥ The NF soldiers leave the base with Sver soldiers hanging from light poles, their hands and feet are bound. Many are even missing their proto armor.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:30:00 -
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IGÇÖm running through the hard dirt; the radio also goes loud with screaming soldiers requesting for help. The soldier makes it to a stiff cold trench where he sees Spartanbiker and other Sver soldiers firing. GÇ£Gods youGÇÖre still alive?GÇ¥ I take cover and reload my tac rifle. GÇ£WhereGÇÖs the rest of the you guys?GÇ¥ Spartanbiker shouted. GÇ£We got fGÇÖcked at FOB Tool!GÇ¥ I told the F/C then I glance over the trench wall and see Sver soldiers that routed from the FOB getting shot by the advancing NF troops.
GÇ£We are getting pushed we are about to be overrun!GÇ¥ Valto screamed over the radio. GÇ£This is the 4th Royal Tanks we are fGÇÖcked. They have air support. TheyGÇÖre killing our tanks we are getting slaughter out here!GÇ¥ NF rail tanks pushed on our adv tanks alongside with swarms and forges. Spartanbiker picked up the radio then ordered, GÇ£Hold what you got! Do not fallback!GÇ¥
The fighting is fierce heavy losses on both sides. Tracer are dropping both Sver and NF soldiers; then Setsuna runs to the Spartanbiker and tell him that Dog Company cannot hold.
Dog (Radio) GÇ£We have IMP tanks rolling up our line. We are out of AT weapons, throwing rocks and using harsh language isnGÇÖt going to work anymore. We have gone FUBAR to Foxtrot Uniform in a motherfGÇÖcking heartbeat and we lose this location, please advise over!GÇ¥ I picked up a radio and tells them, GÇ£You are doing fine just hold out! IGÇÖm sending a unit with AT weapons your way!GÇ¥ I drop the radio and drop two charging IMP soldiers then I talk on the radio again. GÇ£Rolland! Are you still alive? Pick up goddamnit!GÇ¥
Rollands unit is battered and beaten but the IMP keep advancing. Rolland gets on the radio, GÇ£Yeah just barely!GÇ¥ GÇ£Roland, Dog Company is out of AT weapons take your squad and assist them!GÇ¥ I ordered. Two men next to Rolland get hit and one dies instantly the other is holding his neck and choking on his own blood. Rolland shocked cries, GÇ£Medic!GÇ¥ Me (Radio) GÇ£Rolland answer your fGÇÖcking COMs!GÇ¥ Rolland grab this says, GÇ£We are en route!GÇ¥ Rolland takes whatever is left of his squad and runs.
Danny sets up his machine gun next to Joker and fires at the approaching enemy. The Svers HUDs goes off line. Ted base camp less than a mile from the line. He looking at a black screen that was a hologram displaying his troops and enemy positions that his troops on the ground saw. Ted gets on the radio. GÇ£MCC Raven whatGÇÖs going on up there! Raven talk to me!GÇ¥
The Homeland
12 days! 12 days of fighting. 12 days of dying and being betrayed. 12 days of losing! 12 days wishing it would stop. 12 days. And the war continues. Sver, we've been called irrelevant, cowards, and incapable, but on the 12th day we are still here. Today Quickgloves sent out an order to all remaining Sver troops. We are to come from dark space and commit to an invasion of Sver Prime. We are going home and freeing the once proud Sver people who are currently enslaved. From our intel from resistance fighters on the ground are very reliable. Hope now slides from the lips of every person on Sver Prime. The men they stayed loyal to Sver will be rewarded with their home. We are ready for another round, and we are not done yet.
Surviving
We sit on a ship scouting Sver Prime and that is yet to be noticed. I look at my wife's and daughterGÇÖs picture then I look up and still see the fires from the IMPs glassing the planet from when we still owned it. "What a pitiful sight!" I said then Sax Rage walks up beside me then says, "War come with its price!" I then turn to him and gaze at the planet. "We are still here, aren't GA?" he asked but it was more of a statement. "Are we really? Did we really survive this?" I replied with a question. He then looks away from me then to the scorched planet and the debris of dead ships that drift. "A lot has change, the IMPs kept their word, CRONOS and the Fluffys have fallen, but we are still here. We are still fighting!" he said.
I stand up and hands him a cigarette. "We are still alive off of luck and nothing more!" I told him still remembering the hell on Sharkon. "Quickgloves lead men decisively in the last battle with the IMPs!" he stated. I place a cigarette in my mouth and then lit his then mine. I look at my reflection from the glass and saw how my eyes have darkened. I turn my head to him then said, "Yes he did, but we the soldiers of Sver did not win that battle. It was the mercenaries of the south that saved us, no we!" Sax looks away from me and blows smoke from his nose then asked me, "What's wrong with surviving? What's wrong with living to fight another day? Is that so shameful? Is it so disgraceful to live to live one more day?" I then look at my families picture again. "Surviving to lose our pride?" I said. "No surviving to see your daughter again?" He told me then he taps my shoulder. "My kids GÇÿbirthday is coming up soon. I didn't get them on the E-vac ship in time, so I want to give him the gift of seeing his daddy again and his home becoming again. That is why I survive!"
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
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Posted - 2014.09.09 20:31:00 -
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Reconstruction
With the Northern War at a stand-still we are reorganizing and restructuring the True Bloods. STB is barely out of the hospital due in recovery terms but as it seems now, not too many members are excited about reentering PC again. After the Fall of Sver Prime and the near collapse STB itself at the Battle for Sharkon eventually us having to evacuate that too, its unclear if we are ready to get back on it. With our finances not where they used to be before the war and many good Sver mercenaries falling from our ranks our CEO at the moment is playing it extremely cautious. With us barely able to at least take off the bandages we are making an assault on Sharkon to test our strength. Now with Sver acting as refuges on Sakulda we are attempting to rebuild our military might (for an eventual retaking of the homeland if talks for some reason break down). Also on this play, we are trying to revive our fallen brothers One Armed Bandits and Zion to enter PC again. Also its unclear it Unclaimed will assist us in this reconstruction after the blue on blue incident. I'll try to keep you informed in the coming days/
Lessons Yet To Be Learned
With the war breaching a month and we are nowhere closer to retaking Sver Prime, today Sver had another setback at the Battle of Skarkon against the PHI. Reports from those who survived the battle say that it was a catastrophic defeat and many that where just able to escape with their lives. It seems like our strength and new strategy is a complete bust, we now know that we aren't in shape to fight, and without our good players it is unclear of STB survival or retaking of Sver Prime. So we are back to the drawing board; our CEO is now attempting to win back our tankers and infantry that left the Union at Kush's Rebellion. Our CEO now understanding that we must be compensated from the battles, right now much of the compensation went to those who have mutinied and rebelled. The question I ask is, if they received compensation what of the one's who stood loyal to Sver, what kind of compensation do they receive for their sacrifice and most of all their loyalty?
Civil War?
This is now official that Kush's Rebellion will not get an immediate cent in compensation for abandoning their duties in the Northern War and revolting against Sver. The separatist have been quite not attempting to join PC but after this announcement and after talking to a few TCD mercs, they are highly displeased by this decision. They are voicing that they help fight the IMPs before the Fall of Sver Prime. Our CEO is arguing that we are soldiers of loyalty not money and as friends they will be repaid for their services in due time. Quickgloves is still announcing these separatist as friends; and they are, we fought together and had fun. This decision many True Bloods agree that Quickgloves made the right call; but this call has driven a wedge between the True Bloods and the Rebels (TCD). Some of the Rebels I talked to is calling for war against their former brothers. It is certainly unclear if this is just a radical minority or a certain majority or if such talks will even leave the lips of the insurrectionist leader Kush. With STB gathering its strength and men; while TCD acquired man power and the backing of an alliance to wage war against STB. I am hoping the war between the brother doesn't happen but if it does, then so it shall be.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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