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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
270
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Posted - 2014.09.09 23:44:00 -
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Egbinger XI - Moon 3 Station
Molden Heath
Sovereignty of the Minmatar Republic.
'Attention all passengers, we have approached the docking station, please follow the indicated path to the nearest customs office. i repeat;....'
from the rows of refugees, civilians going about their day, and the occasional guard with a semi-automatic tucked neatly into his hands, a lone female figure waited until the entrance to the station was near. then with a swift display of athleticism, hopped over the railings down to another set of walkways bypassing the customs office a 10-12 feet down.
a simple thing to do. normally she would go through customs as usual, just to prevent causing any trouble. this time however, they would only slow the figure down.
Once the coast was clear, the figure got up and proceed down towards another set of hallways, past the occasional drunkard and the shouts of a merchant advertising his wares. it was a merit that this person knew the place well, and within the span of 10 minutes of sneaking, running and climbing, approached a secluded area of the station, the dockyards.
the dockyard section of the station was its prime feature, for the repairs of the massive ships that pass through the great wildlands. at its upper level, was a series of large walkways, outfitted with the equipment to carry and place the ships cargo to and from the staion.
Even as the figure ran through the lower levels of the docks,she can see massive containers being lowered by the upper levels, the shouting of the workers was all too apparent if one decided to listen in to their conversations.
As the hooded figure came to a large clearing, the wristcomp beeped, and without hesitation she stopped and found a spot where it was easy to hide in; a simple light green empty container that had a small opening to its side. after crawling inside the container and making sure no one was around did she open her Wristcomp. on it was a simple message, from a friend dear to her, despite his origin.
Quote:"Hya'salia,
I have the crew prepped and we have just approached the Estyr gate. the clones you ordered from Genolution we also managed to snag from the officials, but we dont have your copies, sorry. if there are survivors like you said are true, then we'll need to find a way out from your home systems. I've already sent the messages to Greyhound and the other members of our circle.
be safe and for god's sake, dont get yourself killed,
-Issac"
Upon hearing this bit of news, she exhaled and slowly took off her hood, revealing a battered and bloodied Hya'salia, the blood on her face had long since dried up but it carried unmistakable proof that something terrible had happened.
Reaching from behind she pulled out her personal weapon, the Sigis.
A product of Thukker ingenuity modeled to be a bulkier version of its clone counterpart, the Flaylock. loaded with powerful 14mm slugs instead of rockets, the Sigis fired with an insane amount of stopping power. Once she held it for her safety and a sense of security when going in her leisure clone, now so foreign and alien to her; her hand visibly trembled as she held it, adding to the fear slowly building up inside her.
Pulling out the clip, there were only 3 Sigis Slugs left in her magazine with 2, 12 round mags she carried in her Cargo pockets.
'its not going to be enough.' she thought and carefully slid the half-empty magazine back in its original place.
Using this chance to reflect on what had happened, she slowly slid down against the wall and slowly curled up into a ball. she had barely jumped into her leisure clone when she heard the door banging on her quarters. every instinct inside her screamed danger as she hid in the vent systems and clone jumped to another leisure clone.
what happened next was the amount of sheer luck.
"they were unstoppable" she said to herself, a tear beginning to form as she remembered the wristcomp, it contained a copy of her essence, her consciousness, locked in digital memory. she had set it to automatically download her consciousness in the event of a breach like the one she suffered.
what was worse about the assailants was that after a brief firefight in which Junko was "killed", they had attempted to download her consciousness from her body.
It was, after all what they had wanted from her,
the only thing that made sense from all this madness.
But by then she had escaped using the clone from the vents, hopping straight on top of a myron she had managed to dock underneath her quarters.by another stroke of luck, she had managed to fly off and latched her dropship onto a Prorator-class blockade runner bound for the Wildlands. only then did she realize the extent of this newer enemy.
she had no control over the situation. it was the exact opposite from what her bodies were supposed to do; give her a sense of power. the exact opposite from her immorality.
now, with that power irrevocably shattered. she felt scared for the first time since she became a clone soldier.
but there is a slight hope that others may have survived their own ordeals, and have received the same message as she had:
'You are in danger, head to the station near the wildlands; no time to explain.'
Now she waited for any survivors, hoping that she wasn't alone in this predicament. or at least, wait for her close friend. |
Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
14
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Posted - 2014.09.10 00:35:00 -
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Aboard the bridge of the small imperial shuttle, Spirit of Truth, Thal looked out over the vastness of space. The multitudes of far off stars and planets was an overwhelming sight. Their beauty was truly a divine work of god. As he watched the stars, Thal's head was racked with questions.
"Who were they? What was their goal? Were they a threat to the Empire? Why did they attack him? Were any other Templars at risk?"
His body began to shiver with fear, those men were like nothing he had seen before. Tall, imposing troopers, armor blacker then the void of space, weapons far more advanced then anything he had seen. He was on Myyhera III when they first struck, aboard P.I.E's battlestation. They were after him, and only him, and he was going to find out why. He had been given a leave from active duty to find his assailants, a small shuttle, and a team of Kameira soldiers. Though Thal insisted on flying alone, his commanding officers had thought otherwise. He looked down at his pilot, Palo, a skilled marksmen and tactician. To his left, on the navigators seat sat Dashon, a massive man by mortal standards capable of massive feats of strength, though nothing compared to an immortal. To the right of the pilots chair was Daka, a medical master. These were the troops entrusted, and he feared for them. The attackers were monstrous and ruthless beasts, attacking with speed, power, and intelligence. They last met the attackers in the Bleak Lands, where Thal's cybernetic arm was heavily damaged and he lost one of his commandos. However, there was a good thing to come out of the attack. Thal had killed one of the monsters, useing his custom built Nova-sword to behead one of the creatures. He refused to think of the assailants as human.
A massive space station appeared in the viewscreen. He had been summoned there by some unknown message, saying that survivors must gather there. He thought to himself
"Trap"
But had a gut feeling, and after nearly one hundred years a soldier, Thal knew to trust his gut. Palo turned around and said,
"Miles Vadam sir, we have docking clearance for bay two-seven"
"Bring us in soldier"
Thal turned to the crew
"You know the plan, fan out, find other immortals, stay hidden. We're in civilian garb for a reason."
As they approached the station, Thal packed up his weapons. A prototype SMG he called Flame Spitter , a prototype scrambler rifle designed to fold up as to be concealed, and his precious Nova-sword.
The ship docked in the bay and Thal led the crew out. He turned to them and said
"Walk in the shadows my brothers, may god go with you"
And with that, Thal pulled his hood over his face and pulled up a small cloth mask to cover his face. He and his men disappeared into the crowd. As he moved around like a snake, Thal pressed a button on his cybernetic arm, a signal was put out from Thal's communicator. The message said, "The Falcons have arrived."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
15
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Posted - 2014.09.10 03:27:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:Aboard the bridge of the small imperial shuttle, Spirit of Truth, Thal looked out over the vastness of space. The multitudes of far off stars and planets was an overwhelming sight. Their beauty was truly a divine work of god. As he watched the stars, Thal's head was racked with questions.
"Who were they? What was their goal? Were they a threat to the Empire? Why did they attack him? Were any other Templars at risk?"
His body began to shiver with fear, those men were like nothing he had seen before. Tall, imposing troopers, armor blacker then the void of space, weapons far more advanced then anything he had seen. He was on Myyhera III when they first struck, aboard P.I.E's battlestation. They were after him, and only him, and he was going to find out why. He had been given a leave from active duty to find his assailants, a small shuttle, and a team of Kameira soldiers. Though Thal insisted on flying alone, his commanding officers had thought otherwise. He looked down at his pilot, Palo, a skilled marksmen and tactician. To his left, on the navigators seat sat Dashon, a massive man by mortal standards capable of massive feats of strength, though nothing compared to an immortal. To the right of the pilots chair was Daka, a medical master. These were the troops entrusted to him, and he feared for them. The attackers were monstrous and ruthless beasts, attacking with speed, power, and intelligence. They last met the attackers in the Bleak Lands, where Thal's cybernetic arm was heavily damaged and he lost one of his commandos. However, there was a good thing to come out of the attack. Thal had killed one of the monsters, useing his custom built Nova-sword to behead one of the creatures. He refused to think of the assailants as human.
A massive space station appeared in the viewscreen. He had been summoned there by some unknown message, saying that survivors must gather there. He thought to himself
"Trap"
But had a gut feeling, and after nearly one hundred years a soldier, Thal knew to trust his gut. Palo turned around and said,
"Miles Vadam sir, we have docking clearance for bay two-seven"
"Bring us in soldier"
Thal turned to the crew
"You know the plan, fan out, find other immortals, stay hidden. We're in civilian garb for a reason."
As they approached the station, Thal packed up his weapons. A prototype SMG he called Flame Spitter , a prototype scrambler rifle designed to fold up as to be concealed, and his precious Nova-sword.
The ship docked in the bay and Thal led the crew out. He turned to them and said
"Walk in the shadows my brothers, may god go with you"
And with that, Thal pulled his hood over his face and pulled up a small cloth mask to cover his face. He and his men disappeared into the crowd. As he moved around like a snake, Thal pressed a button on his cybernetic arm, a signal was put out from Thal's communicator. The message said, "The Falcons have landed."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
343
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Posted - 2014.09.10 05:19:00 -
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Jonny was sitting at Mac's. It was last call and he was nursing his drink. It was his first bit of alcohol in months, but he needed the drink. His custom made tactical plasma rifle rested against his leg.
He looked older now. His hair was longer, shaggy looking. His rough beard was flecked with bits of gray. Dark bags hung under his eyes.
Mac was busy taking inventory. It had been a slow night, just like any other. But they knew it was. Mac knew this might be the last time he saw his son.
As the bouncer was about to lock the door, three men walked in. They were armed with scrambler pistols and a strange variation of combat rifles. The tallest of the three had his rifle strapped across his back and was holding a picture of Jonny.
Mac reached under the counter and felt the familiar shape of his combat rifle. 'Pub's closed,' he said narrowing his eyes. 'Come back tomorrow.'
The tall man spat on the ground. 'We ain't here for drinks old timer,' he said. 'We are here for him.' He pointed at Jonny.
Jonny finished his drink and stood up. He picked up his rifle. 'What business do you have with me?' Jonny heard his father slide mag into his combat rifle.
'An old acquaintance of yours sent us. We are here to escort you out of this station and take you to safety.'
'What proof do you have?'
The man reached behind him and took out an ion pistol. It was custom made with an extended barrel and a hair trigger. But what stood out to Jonny was the insignia on the grip, a silver skull with gray cross swords. The Mors Effera insignia.
Jonny looked the man in the eye and said, 'When do we leave?'
Legionhares Unite!
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2352
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Posted - 2014.09.10 09:51:00 -
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Molden Heath.
The nebulae outside the helm of the Vexor cruiser-class hull glowed blood-red, and did nothing to calm Vyzion's nerves. Despite being a confident dropship pilot, the starship's warps and stargate jumps made his stomach churn as he considered his predicament.
Past battles flashed through his mind but none equalled the ferocity of the assault he had faced against this unknown group. Hellstorm had finesse, ANONYMOUS had sheer power, but these people... escaping PIE's PR offices and making it back to Molden Heath was a close call, for sure. When he was finally cornered amidst the flaming wrecks of his dropship, all his known clones had been disabled for conscience transfer.
Of course, there was one he never bothered to list. Left aboard a ship entrusted to his little brother, housed in an mCRU designed for the Prometheus logistics-class dropship but modified for a capsuleer's starship, waking up in this clone meant for sure that Vyzion was once again mortal. This, more than the sensation of dying to an overcharged scrambler rifle bolt to the face, was what pained Vyzion. After all, he had had much practice with the latter against the Amarrians in the warzone.
The clone was housed, in fact, in the very Vexor he was in right now. Vyzion sighed, then spoke seemingly to himself.
"Little bro, how're we going out there?"
His earpiece crackled to life. "I've jumped through to Aeditide, and it's pretty quiet out here. Usually this place gets some activity what with your districts down on the planets. Seems like you aren't the only one in a pickle."
"Lucky I have you, huh."
"You alright? You've never acknowledged my presence to be beneficial to you in any way before."
Vyzion had to crack a brief smile then. "I'm going to head down and suit up. Thanks for this, Rev."
"Tell me about it when you're back. I'll inform you when we're ready."
Vyzion left the helm and headed through the ship's softly humming interior, heading to the drone bay. He arrived in the dimly lit space and hit a button to open a small compartment in the walls. From it he took two things:
A Six Kin Triage Repair Tool, and a small pouch attached to a necklace string. He holstered his repair tool on his belt, threw the pouch around his neck, and walked towards center of the bay. There, on its graceful landing gear, was a Grimsnes dropship without any turrets. Vyzion leapt up to the dropship and slid into the pilot cabin. The pilot dropsuit his clone already had on immediately engaged the dropship's systems, and this familiar rumble more than anything calmed the pilot.
Earpiece crackle: "Alright, I'm exiting warp at Egbinger XI - Moon 3 - Republic Fleet Testing Facilities."
Vyzion took a breath. "What if it's a trap?"
"There's nothing suspicious about your dropship flying around in the station hangars. Get back quick if something's suspicious, I'm ready to leave instantly."
Vyzion knew his brother was taking a massive risk, helping him escape his pursuers. If worse came to worse, the soldier knew he would never return and lead his enemies back to the Vexor.
Presently the bay doors opened, and bright light spilled in from the station. The Vexor was moving slowly as other capsuleer ships of all shapes and sizes floated by, heading towards a docking circle. Before it reached one, though, the Grimsnes ejected from the bay.
Vyzion scoured his surroundings, straining his eyes through the hustle and bustle of the dockyards to try find a familiar face. Surely, someone's here...
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
15
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Posted - 2014.09.10 20:24:00 -
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Thal walked trough the massive crowds of people. He heard the cries of children, the bargaining of shop keepers, and their customers. He found the whole display disgusting, though he found most mercantile pursuits repulsive. However, he wasn't looking at the market, something else caught his eye. He looked above a obvious hangout of scum called "Mac's Pub", and what he saw was a tall imposing figure, wearing all black armor, and a modified sniper rifle. He ducked into an alleyway a view structures down from the Pub. He had changed his current goal from finding immortals, to killing this creature.
As he started climbing the building next to the Pub, he activated his communicator.
"Falcons, converge on Mac's pub in section B-4, we have a hostile sniper."
Thal reached the top of the structure and ran over to the edge. The sniper had yet to see him and he had the element of surprise on his side. He pulled out his Nova-sword and closed his eyes. He whispered a short prayer
"Oh god, guide my blade, so that I may be an instrument of your wraith upon those who hunt your warriors"
Thal's blade charged and he leaped from the roof top. He fell upon the sniper, he's sword penetrating his skull. As Thal impacted, he used the snipers body to cushion his fall, but his weight, combined with the wait of the sniper caused the ceiling of the Pub to break.
He looked up from the dust and debris and saw three men pointing weapons at a Gallente immortal and an old Matari
Thal acted quickly. He reached under his cloak and pulled out the conciled scrambler rifle. He shot the three men in the back, and blasted the combat rifle out of the Matai's hand. Thal stood to his feet and pointed his scrambler at the two
"Name, Military rank, and mortality status."
As he said this, his Kamerias entered the building. Two stood by the door and one pointed his rifle at the pair
"We mean you no harm" said Thal.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
271
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Posted - 2014.09.10 23:21:00 -
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Hope was beginning to sound as outlandish every second she waited inside the container. Hya'salia didn't want to risk anything to see if anyone was going to arrive. For her, every sound made, every object around hid a menace. Even she doubted her own senses to that fear..
For a while, Hya'salia was just a younger, more frightened version of herself before her R'annso io. Scared of the possibilities of the future.....
Then, just faintly a particular sound reached her ears, and instantly she recognized it. Somewhere in her past, she heard it many times before, in a life she never wanted....
.a faint humming of an engine, the roar of the twin thrusters. At first it felt like something passing by, but the longer she sat and listened, the more she was starting to become herself again...
"wait..... That's a.." The words couldn't be spoken, but she knows that sound as the humming roared overhead the container where she managed to hide.
A Grimsnes class dropship. In a low orbit search pattern.
Someone else had survived. And for a second, that part of her that waited so patiently roared in excitement. She wasn't alone, and it was time to act.
Within seconds, she flung open the door for her hopes to be confirmed; without a second more of doubt she scrambled up the massive containers, continuously hailing the drop ship to land through her wristcomp.
'cmon,...please help' she thought, hoping for an answer. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2358
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Posted - 2014.09.11 00:29:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:
Within seconds, she flung open the door for her hopes to be confirmed; without a second more of doubt she scrambled up the massive containers, continuously hailing the drop ship to land through her wristcomp.
'cmon,...please help' she thought, hoping for an answer.
The intercom in front of Vyzion beeped. A brief glance set his heart pounding. A Neocom signal.
He turned the dropship around and dropped the nose a little, and directly in front of him, standing on a storage container, was a Matari woman waving at him.
"My god," muttered Vyzion. "It's Junko."
Just as he was about to engage landing maneuvers though, a flash of black on his peripheral vision caused him to snap up. He spotted a dark shape, running around the pathways that led towards the containers.
****. **** shit ****.
Vyzion gritted his teeth and descended. He slowed to a stop right next to Junko, the Grimsnes' flanks opening as he did so, and waved through the cockpit windows for her to get in.
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
16
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Posted - 2014.09.11 00:35:00 -
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Crownrule was still sitting on the dropship when it began its approach toward the surface, he had been waiting to land ever since he was on that cursed station. He looked out the blast shield doors and saw another dropship, but it was different from the rest it looked out of the norm. But once he landed he forgot about it, he was just excited to see That again. After a year apart, crownrule had remained in the same clone body miracoulsy but it came st a cost. His left eye was blind and his handsome face lost complexion and was filled with scars from the battles he had fought in, he had survived the matari onslaught back on the bleak lands that killed thousands of templars alike, that was there that he had lost everything. He lost his sanity there that day, he watched as templars left and right were murdered while he lay down slowly bleeding to death. He was able to stop the bleeding but was soon pinned by a destroyed dropship which nearly made him lose his legs. He laid there for nine days without any food or eater. After the ninth day he finally broke and began to laugh hysterically, it wasn't long before he was found by the enemy and taken captive where he spent the next two months in a matari mud pit. They would let him stand there in thick mud all the way to his chest and Bob his head back and forth into the mud. The templars had come back to reclaim the station and were successful, it was then that he was rescued and reevaluated and deemed worthy enough of service and was granted leave. He had now landed where Thal was believed to be and he sought out to find him. Crownrule scratched his beard and began to walk toward thepub when he saw a commotion. He raced ahead of the crowd and saw the man before him, he recognized that blade.
"That?." Crownrule asked loudly looking up at Thal. Crown rule felt his jacket begin to chafe and his boots became tighter.
"Is it really you?" Crownrule asks.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
18
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Posted - 2014.09.11 01:00:00 -
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Crownrule wrote:Crownrule was still sitting on the dropship when it began its approach toward the surface, he had been waiting to land ever since he was on that cursed station. He looked out the blast shield doors and saw another dropship, but it was different from the rest it looked out of the norm. But once he landed he forgot about it, he was just excited to see That again. After a year apart, crownrule had remained in the same clone body miracoulsy but it came st a cost. His left eye was blind and his handsome face lost complexion and was filled with scars from the battles he had fought in, he had survived the matari onslaught back on the bleak lands that killed thousands of templars alike, that was there that he had lost everything. He lost his sanity there that day, he watched as templars left and right were murdered while he lay down slowly bleeding to death. He was able to stop the bleeding but was soon pinned by a destroyed dropship which nearly made him lose his legs. He laid there for nine days without any food or eater. After the ninth day he finally broke and began to laugh hysterically, it wasn't long before he was found by the enemy and taken captive where he spent the next two months in a matari mud pit. They would let him stand there in thick mud all the way to his chest and Bob his head back and forth into the mud. The templars had come back to reclaim the station and were successful, it was then that he was rescued and reevaluated and deemed worthy enough of service and was granted leave. He had now landed where Thal was believed to be and he sought out to find him. Crownrule scratched his beard and began to walk toward thepub when he saw a commotion. He raced ahead of the crowd and saw the man before him, he recognized that blade.
"That?." Crownrule asked loudly looking up at Thal. Crown rule felt his jacket begin to chafe and his boots became tighter.
"Is it really you?" Crownrule asks.
Before the two men could answer, Thal heard a voice, a voice he hadn't heard in years. He turned around and was dumbfounded by what he saw. Crownrule, his old apprentice, was standing before him. A tear began to form in his eyes.
"Crownrule...your alive?"
Thal ran over to the young man.
"It's been to long brother. I never got you to form XII did I?"
A few moments of Silence followed. He motioned to one of his men to come over to them
"Remember how to shoot a scrambler?"
The soldier next to Thal and pulled out another concealed rifle. He offers it to Crownrule.
Thal turns to his squadron and says
"Ok troops, unpack the transmitter. Everyone else, fortify the Pub"
Thal helped his men unpack a small transmitter. He hoped he could use it to alert other immortals to meet at a centralized location by contacting their Neocoms with a repeating signal on multiple changing Frequencies.
"Ok, let's see who's home."
Thal activates the Transmitter, a signal is sent out to any Neocom on the station. The message said
"Those heroes who never die, we stand at Mac's pub."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
271
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Posted - 2014.09.11 02:27:00 -
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Vyzion Eyri wrote:
Vyzion gritted his teeth and descended. He slowed to a stop right next to Junko, the Grimsnes' flanks opening as he did so, and waved through the cockpit windows for her to get in.
"Vyzion.." Junko gasped as she saw the face of her would be savior. A good pilot by all standards, well liked among the other pilots.
Then she noticed him looking out behind her, her heart sank as she briefly considered the possibility.
They are here far too soon....
Without hesitation she dove straight into the Grimsnes as the side doors opened up. She slid for a foot couple feet before screaming "GO!!!!!" as her left hand slammed against the pilots door three times.
At the same time she pulled out her sigis and aimed towards whatever was behind her.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!! the loud gun report from the sigis was enough to make Hya'salia's ears ring.
The dark figure easily dodged all but one of the slugs, the impact from that slug ripped the arm off their assailant in a explosive display of blood and gore, but the assault looked unfazed, as Hya'salia looked on In horror
"Vyzion, get us out of here!!!" She said as she tightened her grip on a nearby handle with her good hand, preparing for the drop ship to take off
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
47
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Posted - 2014.09.11 03:55:00 -
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Seated on a park bench, or sprawled out to be exact, the figure stared off into space. His eyes were unfocused, taking in no particular details. A black clove cigarette hung lifelessly from his lips. An oversized hood was pulled over his head, obscuring the details of his face. It was meant to hide him as well as to detract the unwanted onlooker. He had a badly cut lip and a nasty gash over the bridge of his now crooked nose. He was pretty sure he had a concussion. Blood spotted his already dirty sweater, a few drops had even found his jeans. His thumbs were loosely tucked into the pockets of his jeans. His hands were bloody and bruised, the skin on his knuckles was torn. Blood slowly ran down both hands. He continued to stare off into space.
He was still trying to put the pieces together. Everything had happened so quickly, it was all little more than a blur. He had received a disturbing message on his neocom. GÇ£Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great!GÇ¥ It was an automated message set to transmit in the case of a catastrophic emergency. It could have been referring to any number of emergencies. It was the following message that had struck fear into his heart. GÇ£GÇ¥All the images of its gods lie shattered on the ground!GÇ¥ It was the first time in recent memory that he truly feared for his life. The message was clear and simple, he was no longer immortal.
Noah had immediately gone into survival mode grabbing his go bag and burning everything else. As he was destroying all traces that he had ever been there he received another message, this one was much simpler, GÇ£Breach Imminent.GÇ¥ The monitors near his desk showed several individuals of unknown origin garbed in black armor. The door to his quarters suddenly exploded in, skidding several feet before coming to rest. Noah didnGÇÖt bother to wait to see who they were. As the door was sliding across the ground and scratching his floor he blew the remote explosives rigged around the door. The explosion shook the entire room, and Noah could feel the shockwaves hit his gut. The pressure momentarily knocked the air from his lungs. What came next was all a mess. Apparently the explosion had only incapacitated a few of them. What ensued was a confusing and desperate struggle for survival. All he could remember was sudden searing pain followed by another explosion. He had gone into autopilot. The next thing he remembered was a suspicious message appearing on his neocom. Quote:GÇ£You are in danger, head to the station in the Wildlands; no time to explain.GÇ¥
A sudden soft vibration along his left forearm shook him from his daze. His light brown eyes suddenly refocused. Noah removed his hands from his pockets and moved them up to his face. A soft grunt was followed by a sudden cracking noise as he straightened out his nose. With a heavy sigh and a considerable amount of will he pushed himself up off his bench, grabbed his bag and made his way towards the docks. He took a long drag on the cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was time to go and find some answers.
****
Through a complex system of cashing in favors and greasing the right palms Noah had managed to make his way to the station. He had been on edge for hours, and the effects of warp and gate travel only exacerbated things. The fact that he now found himself in a throng of humanity didnGÇÖt make matters any better. By most standards the station was fairly empty, but in his heightened state of paranoia he viewed the situation in a different light.
GÇ£I would have prefered an abandoned station to this one.GÇ¥
Carefully he made his way through the mass of humanity, and further into the station. Thankfully it wasnGÇÖt quite as crowded. Noah let out a breath he hadnGÇÖt noticed he was holding. It was then that he received an unusual transmission went over the local channel.
Thal Vadam wrote:GÇ£Those heroes who never die, we stand at Mac's pub.GÇ¥
GǣNice, subtle. This is either the worse trap ever orGǪGǥ
Pulling up the station map the former immortal made his way towards the pub, but rather than blindly walking in he took up a position several buildings away, and began to assess the scene. In his rather vulnerable state he was allowing his paranoia to take over. |
Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Jonny watched as the amarr fell through the ceiling on the back of a dead man. The rudeness of his entry and the question irritated him. He raised his weapon.
Before it escalated further, he saw another Amarr enter the pub. Someone he actually recognized. He lowered his weapon.
'I take it the both of you are in the same boat as me.' He placed his weapon on the bar. 'Names Jonny, and that's Mac,' he said gesturing towards Mac. 'Now that we have finished with the pleasentries,' he grabbed his rifle and headed to the back wall. 'I think it's time we get the fuck out of here.'
He knocked twice on the wall and it opened wide. Behind the wall was a concealed bunker filled with Matari weapons and dropsuits. At the back of the bunker was a tiny crawlspace. The three men who found Jonny earlier were already gearing up.
Jonny walked in and replaced his Plasma Rifle with a modified combat rifle. He then picked up a submachine gun and holstered it on his waist.
As he was checking his equipment he started talking to the Amarrians. 'My father was a slave born Brutor. He fought for his freedom and when he came here, he opened this Pub as a front for liberating other slaves.
'That crawl space comes out right at the docks.' He popped a mag into his combat rifle. 'These three are mates from my old smuggler's ring. They have a ship waiting to take us to Jita.'
He stood by the entrance to the bunker. 'Gear up ladies, we have a long way to go.'
Legionhares Unite!
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2361
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Posted - 2014.09.11 11:25:00 -
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Vyzion didn't need telling twice. That last time he had to be told twice, the Valklear trainer repeated himself, then ear-clapped him so hard he was knocked out for a week and woke in the middle of a skull reconstruction. Needless to say, he asked the doctors then and there for augmented hearing, and he never misheard an order again.
But that story barely stirred up the usual amusement. Vyzion was now speeding rapidly away as Junko returned fire on the black-garbed figures below. Just before he turned away and lost a visual though, he caught a glimpse of blue. Then a crackling sound, and finally the smell of roasted almonds reached his nostrils.
A kittening forge gun. Great.
"Brace yourself there, Junko."
AURA piped up as Vyzion started mashing buttons.
Hardeners engaged.
Armour repairer overheated.
Afterburner engaged.
Afterburner overheated.
...
Would you like to activate the air-conditioning, pilot? Because ****'s getting hot.
Vyzion laughed as he realised Rev had tinkered with this dropship's AI. Didn't last long though. He hit a button on his wrist and his Neocom linked itself to the dropship's windscreen. Bringing his left hand up, he pointed straight at the left of the windscreen and swiped towards the center. The mailing system engaged and a blank mail slid out on the holographic HUD.
As he was doing this, the dropship was hit by the first forge gun round. A small screen arrayed with his flight controls and instruments revealed minor damage to the bottom of the ship.
Armour resistance phasing... please standby. The armour hardener module redirected its reinforcement nanites towards the last area hit, and as the next shot came in, it barely registered as an impact. Vyzion sighed as he disengaged the afterburner and rerouted excess capacitor to the hardener. For now, the forge gunner could do nothing.
"Address mail to brother.
Contents: Leave the station, I'm as safe as I'm going to be. Found a friend.
Send."
The mail window dissolved from the HUD, and suddenly his intercom crackled to life.
Thal Vadam wrote:
"Those heroes who never die, we stand at Mac's pub."
I recognise that voice...
Vyzion clicked on the receiver for the infantry bay. "Junko, guessing you just got the same message. What do you think? Those guys are here, could be luring us in. On the other hand, I've heard Mac's have the best chips in station."
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
18
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Posted - 2014.09.11 22:00:00 -
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Thal walked up to the armory, quite impressed at the stock of weapons and gear before him. He turned to Jonny and glared.
"If we were in another situation..."
Thal shakes his head and sighs.
"Gear up men, this is all the ammo we're getting for a while."
Thal walked into the armory, examining the ordinance around him. He refused to wear a Minmatar dropsuit, he may respect the Matari as warriors and would never harm one of their civilians, he still was at war with them. As he shifted around he saw a gleam of golden light. In the corner, secluded from all the other dropsuits, was the armor of a Paladin, the elite Amarr mortal infantry. Thal quickly moved over and lifted up the set of armor. He slipped it on, a perfect fit. He grabbed a combat rifle and three ammo clips off the wall, placing them on his belt next to his concealed scrambler rifle. He pulled a combat knife from the wall as well, placing it in it's appropriate slot on the suit. He looked into the helmet of the suit, it's golden viewplate shining. He placed it on his head, the HUD lighting up. He threw the cloak back on over the armor and exited the weapons stash.
"We'll wait here for a few minutes, see if anyone else turns up. Jonny, Crownrule, take up positions near the door. Falcons, gaurd the windows. Mac...do something productive to the situation."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2014.09.12 05:02:00 -
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Jonny smiled and shook his head. He took put a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit his smoke. He took a long drag and looked around.
'Jonny,' the tall smuggler said, 'Slim ain't gonna wait forever. If you want out we need to leave now.'
Jonny looked at the man and said, 'Well you can tell Slim I'll find my own way.' He took another long drag on his smoke and looked at his father. The old man was preparing himself for a fight.
He looked down then back at the smuggler. 'Take my father to safety.'
Mac looked up at Jonny. 'Son, you know I can fight. Hell I'm a better shot than you!'
'I know pops, but you are the only one who knows where Marcy is. I need you to protect her.'
Mac was about to agrue his son, but he knew he was right. He walked up to Jonny and embraced him. 'You better survive this, or I will find a way to revive you only just to kill you myself.'
Jonny held the old man close and said, 'Love you too old timer.' With that, Mac and the smugglers entered the crawl space, heading for the docks.
Jonny walked behind the bar and poured himself a drink. He downed it in one gulp then started mixing the more potent drinks. After his concoctions were ready, he stuffed old rags into the bottles.
'Fire bombs,' he said. 'It may not kill them but it will sure as hell slow them down.' He handed one to Thal and another to Crownrule.
Looking at Thal in the Amarrian dropsuit he said, 'Remind me when this is over to tell you the story of that suit's previous owner.'
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
16
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Posted - 2014.09.12 06:10:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:Thal walked up to the armory, quite impressed at the stock of weapons and gear before him. He turned to Jonny and glared.
"If we were in another situation..."
Thal shakes his head and sighs.
"Gear up men, this is all the ammo we're getting for a while."
Thal walked into the armory, examining the ordinance around him. He refused to wear a Minmatar dropsuit, he may respect the Matari as warriors and would never harm one of their civilians, he still was at war with them. As he shifted around he saw a gleam of golden light. In the corner, secluded from all the other dropsuits, was the armor of a Paladin, the elite Amarr mortal infantry. Thal quickly moved over and lifted up the set of armor. He slipped it on, a perfect fit. He grabbed a combat rifle and three ammo clips off the wall, placing them on his belt next to his concealed scrambler rifle. He pulled a combat knife from the wall as well, placing it in it's appropriate slot on the suit. He looked into the helmet of the suit, it's golden viewplate shining. He placed it on his head, the HUD lighting up. He threw the cloak back on over the armor and exited the weapons stash.
"We'll wait here for a few minutes, see if anyone else turns up. Jonny, Crownrule, take up positions near the door. Falcons, gaurd the windows. Mac...do something productive to the situation."
"You got it old friend....and that we will have to get back to my training this old clone body could use a refresher." Crownrule said as he followed that through the armory. He decided it best to grab a scrambler rifle and a grenade or two.
"Although I still have this beauty." Crownrule said as he unsheathed a long, glistening blade that had not seen combat in years. He held it once more and felt the power come off the tips of his fingers. He spins it around and places it back in its sheath which rests on the back of his waist. He puts on a tac-vest and fills it with ammo, he makes sure his helmet is on and that his tacnet system is on.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
271
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Posted - 2014.09.12 06:16:00 -
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Vyzion Eyri wrote:Vyzion clicked on the receiver for the infantry bay. "Junko, guessing you just got the same message. What do you think? Those guys are here, could be luring us in. On the other hand, I've heard Mac's have the best chips in station."
As the drop ship flew away she sat down against the pilots door in silent shock, oblivious to the forge rounds striking the ship.
' the second time I managed to survive... Maybe we do have a chance' Junko thought to herself, and then her thoughts turned to issac, who is arriving soon with her ship.'issac, please make it in time' she said in silent prayer, then she reloaded her sigis with the only full magazine and stood up straight.
Just as she was about to ask vyzion how he got here,the infantry receiver rang out. It was vyzion. She spent a few seconds listening to what Vyzion had said, and then nodded to herself.
"well... We're dead anyways, lets bring down a few of those things with us, yeah? Alright, Vyzion; head to mac's, I'll contact whoever sent us that message."
As soon as she said that, she pulled up her wristcomp and activated a signal, after a few seconds, she spoke.
Quote:"to the one who lies at the railroad, this is Hya'salia, Vyzion and I are on our way via drop ship; Grimsnes -class. I also know someone who can extract us from the station, along with a plan to escape from whoever these things are. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.12 08:02:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:"well... We're dead anyways, lets bring down a few of those things with us, yeah? Alright, Vyzion; head to mac's, I'll contact whoever sent us that message."
"Roger that."
The Grimsnes' twin engines roared as he left the dockyards and entered the station's starship lanes. There were barely a handful of starships in the lane; the station was as good as deserted. Vyzion shivered.
Besides his dropship's engines, the silence was oppressing. As if the whole station was holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break.
In 1500 meters, turn left. Your destination will be on the right. Native Freshfood Reviews recommends the blackfowl stew.
Vyzion banked left and spotted the pub below. Angling towards the space in front of the pub, he engaged the thrusters, then rotated them to face the pub, preparing to slow the descent.
That's when he heard them.
Swoosh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. Any dropship pilot would recognise that distinctive noise. Swarm launchers.
So much for a smooth landing, he mused. A quick scan outside didn't reveal the telltale pinpricks of light that gave away the swarm salvo, so Vyzion manually redirected the hardener resistance nanites to the rear and belly of the dropship, keying the bay intercom as he did so.
"Hey Junko, I tore out the seatbelts a while ago because those damned Sentinel suits never managed to get them on anyway, so you may want to grab a hold of something."
And then everything went to ****. Whoever the assailants were, they realised a forge gun presented less of a threat to an armour dropship with a reactive hardener than swarms, which could fan out and hit multiple areas across a dropship's body at the same time, not to mention cause more damage to armour plating. Vyzion understood that much.
However, what he didn't realise was that these swarms were a little more advanced than even Wiyrkomi's prototypes. He realised something was wrong when he heard the second salvo eject.
Where's the initial hit? Vyzion frowned.
He redirected his dropship to overshoot Mac's pub, and spun 180 degrees. Nothing, no swarm missiles in sight, and yet another swooshing indicated that three salvos should already be in the air.
"Aura... engage swarm countermeasures."
Defensive anti-swarm salvo launching. Three tiny missiles launched from the top of the Grimsnes and began to circle the dropship, ready to intercept incoming swarms. Then almost as soon they established their orbits, they erupted. But before Vyzion could figure that out, the swarms hit.
There were 15 consecutive explosions in total. 9 slammed the left engine, and the remaining 6 hit the right. Usually, warning alarms and red sirens would be blaring everywhere, but Vyzion had long since torn those mechanisms out, preferring less chaos to focus on his task. The status screen revealed the left engine was all but destroyed and the hardener was utterly overwhelmed. The right engine remained barely functional, and immediately the dropship began to list to the port side.
The pilot's mind reeled. He trusted his senses more than anything, so there could only be one explanation. They had cloaked the swarm missiles. His interceptor missiles had done their job though; three of the swarms were detected by their thermal detectors, and kept the right engine alive; enough for Vyzion to retain some semblance of control.
His current trajectory meant he would slam right into Mac's pub. Assuming there were friends in there, they would all be wiped out, oblivious to the dropship about to rend the place in half. It confirmed two things for Vyzion. Firstly, that the enemies were professionals, to wipe out two birds with one stone (made up of a lot of swarms). But also that whoever was in the pub had to be friendly if this was their intention.
Which meant he couldn't hit the pub. Vyzion engaged the afterburner and hit the intercom again. "I really hope you're holding on for dear life, Junko, my friend." And with that he fully engaged the right engine, causing the dropship to move in an ungainly, upside-down 'U'. Vyzion braced.
The dropship slammed into the ground inches away from the pub, top-first, creating an ungodly screeching sound as it tore itself apart. It slid to a stop a few meters from the entrance, and observers inside the pub would've seen a small figure fall out of the cockpit, tear the bay doors out, and offer a hand to someone inside.
((Sorry about the long post but it took me a while to let go of my dropship.))
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2014.09.12 22:45:00 -
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Thal stood by the window to the Pub, watching the crowds of people walking through the streets, who couldn't help but wonder. Did his message get received? How were they getting off the station? Where would they go?
Suddenly, Thal heard a screeching noise, a noise who knew to well. A dropship was flying towards them, enveloped in flames. Thal turned to his squad, and shouted
"TAKE COVER!"
He jumped behind the counter as the ship impacted just outside the building. The structure shook from its very foundation. Bottles of alcohol and other drinks crashed to the floor. As Thal stood up, his HUD identified the pilots as immortals. He jumped through the pub's window, just as the pilot left the cockpit. He helped him get the passenger out of the troop bay and he carried her into the Pub.
He looks to the two new comers and his men and says.
"Anyone wounded?"
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17
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Posted - 2014.09.12 23:41:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:Thal stood by the window to the Pub, watching the crowds of people walking through the streets, who couldn't help but wonder. Did his message get received? How were they getting off the station? Where would they go?
Suddenly, Thal heard a screeching noise, a noise who knew to well. A dropship was flying towards them, enveloped in flames. Thal turned to his squad, and shouted
"TAKE COVER!"
He jumped behind the counter as the ship impacted just outside the building. The structure shook from its very foundation. Bottles of alcohol and other drinks crashed to the floor. As Thal stood up, his HUD identified the pilots as immortals. He jumped through the pub's window, just as the pilot left the cockpit. He helped him get the passenger out of the troop bay and he carried her into the Pub.
He looks to the two new comers and his men and says.
"Anyone wounded?"
It had happened so fast he didn't have anytime to avoid it. All he heard was
"TAKE COVER"
The impact had not crushed his entire body but it was enough to pin him to the ground. He looked to his side and saw a man jump out and run off. Crownrule coughed up blood in his helmet and he could tell he was dying, and fast. He tried to yell for help but thesship was on top of his chest and slowly depriving him of oxygen. Crownrule felt his life fading away but he knew what would happen. He would wake up in his room with no clothes and bald again. He could hear That say something but he couldn't quitehear him. Crownrule saw his arm was free and he stuck it out hoping someone would see.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2390
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Posted - 2014.09.13 00:53:00 -
[22] - Quote
Vyzion left Junko with Thal and turned back to the wreckage he had caused. He shook is head in disgust. And I thought I was good at this... obviously I have more practice to do if we get out of this alive.
A glint of light caught his eye from the collapsed part of the pub, though. Ignoring the others who were gathering around the dropship, he ran over and saw an armoured arm sticking out from under the Grimsnes. Immediately he bent down, heaved the rubble out of the way and found an Amarrian Templar, more or less crushed by the dropship, his vulnerable body prevented from being pancaked only due to the integrity of the dropsuit he wore.
Vyzion whipped out his repair tool and immediately began repairing the dropsuit the Templar wore. As the nanites reconstructed the crushed dropsuit, the collapsed chest plates expanded, and slowly pushed the dropship up, and immediately Vyzion could hear the man's breathing resume.
As it was repairing, Vyzion turned around and called to the others:
"I hope someone lifts here because we have a dropship we have to move off this poor guy. I've repaired his dropsuit but those internal wounds are going to need a little more than that."
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2014.09.13 02:40:00 -
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Vyzion Eyri wrote:Vyzion left Junko with Thal and turned back to the wreckage he had caused. He shook is head in disgust. And I thought I was good at this... obviously I have more practice to do if we get out of this alive.
A glint of light caught his eye from the collapsed part of the pub, though. Ignoring the others who were gathering around the dropship, he ran over and saw an armoured arm sticking out from under the Grimsnes. Immediately he bent down, heaved the rubble out of the way and found an Amarrian Templar, more or less crushed by the dropship, his vulnerable body prevented from being pancaked only due to the integrity of the dropsuit he wore.
Vyzion whipped out his repair tool and immediately began repairing the dropsuit the Templar wore. As the nanites reconstructed the crushed dropsuit, the collapsed chest plates expanded, and slowly pushed the dropship up, and immediately Vyzion could hear the man's breathing resume.
As it was repairing, Vyzion turned around and called to the others:
"I hope someone lifts here because we have a dropship we have to move off this poor guy. I've repaired his dropsuit but those internal wounds are going to need a little more than that."
Thal ran up to the dropship and started lifting. It was the heaviest thing he ever tried to lift. It buged just enough and Thal reached in and grabbed Crownrule's had. He pulled his brother in arms out and carried him over to where he placed Junko. He motioned for the squad medic over. The man pulled out a nanite injector and stabbed Crownrule, then Junko. Thal watched as their injuries were slowly healed. He bent over next to them and said,
"Are you two alright? Your not immortal anymore so you can't be so risky."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17
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Posted - 2014.09.13 03:06:00 -
[24] - Quote
Crownrule could feel something grab his arm as he began to fade into unconsciousness, he felt a rush of cold relief throughout his body but he still continued to cough blood. Then nothing but blackness consumed his vision he heard loud noises and a jolt in his arm and a needle going into his body. Another rush of cold relief filled him, crownrule felt himself being healed by a nanite injector. As soon as the damage had been fixed he regained consciousness and looked at the people around him. Two of them hehad never seen bbefore, he imagined these were the people in the dropship that had crushed him. It was a good thing he changed into his dropsuit otherwise he would have died.
"What happened? Where did that drop ship come from?" Crownrule asked waiting for answers
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2392
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Posted - 2014.09.13 04:08:00 -
[25] - Quote
Thal Vadam wrote:"Are you two alright? Your not immortal anymore so you can't be so risky."
Crownrule wrote:"What happened? Where did that drop ship come from?" Crownrule asked waiting for answers
Vyzion took in the situation. Him and Junko, two Templars, one whom he recognised as Thal Vadam from the PCT PR offices. Some other Amarrians tending to the unknown Templar, and another group of men closer to the pub, one of whom Vyzion could see from his haunted eyes was also immortal.
"Got Thal's message and we headed over. Whoever's chasing me, and I assume are chasing all of us, swarmed me as I was about to land, which means they'll be here soon. And as Mr. Vadam kindly points out we don't have any clones to fall back on now... so as cowardly as it may sound to us soldiers, I recommend running."
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
345
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Posted - 2014.09.13 04:08:00 -
[26] - Quote
Jonny was busy making more fire bombs when the dropship crashed into the pub. The force of the crash was enough to ignite the concoction he had been working on and sent flames all up his left arm.
As he was about to douse the flame, a piece of the ceiling gave way and knocked him on the head. The blow left a nasty gash on his head and rendered him unconscious. The fire on his arm still burned...
In his unconscious state, his mind dreamt of the events that happened prior to the pub...
Jonny walked out of the medical bay. He recently just aged his clone. He felt the change was needed.
As he turned to head back to his quarters, an old friend ran up to him and slapped him on the back. 'Jonny! How the hell have you been?!'
Jonny turned around to see a young Matari. He smiled, as he realized who it was. 'Jacky boy,' Jonny said as he embraced his old friend. 'It's been too long.'
'Damn straight! Last time I saw your arse, I was dragging your dead clone out of that LAV.'
Jonny laughed, 'I'm sure it was the other way around.' Jack laughed and they started walking together, joking and catching up with each other. Just like old times.
About halfway to Jonny's, Jonny got a message on his neocom. As he read it and read about these 'super clones' he laughed and turned to Jack. 'Bro, I just got the silliest hate mail ever.' He went to show Jack, but he was already reading it on his neocom.
Before Jack could say something, three soldiers in pitch black armor started walking towards them, their weapons drawn. 'Umm Jonny, I think we need to run.'
'Yeah, good idea.' With that they turned and ran. But no matter where they ran, they kept running into these soldiers.
They turned down an allyway, only to find a dead end. Jonny looked around for a weapon, all he could find was a lead pipe. He readied himself for a fight.
'In here quick!' Jack shouted. He had found a crawlspace they could fit in. Jonny jumped in and they crawled all the way to the end.
Jonny looked around and saw they were close to his quarters. They ran the rest of the way there. Once there, Jonny went inside as Jack kept watch and he retrieved his rifle and a submachine gun.
As he handed the SMG to his friend, Jack asked him, 'Where the hell are we gonna go?'
'To my father's,' he said as he started towards the pub...
Legionhares Unite!
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
271
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Posted - 2014.09.13 06:36:00 -
[27] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote:Thal Vadam wrote:"Are you two alright? Your not immortal anymore so you can't be so risky." Crownrule wrote:"What happened? Where did that drop ship come from?" Crownrule asked waiting for answers Vyzion took in the situation. Him and Junko, two Templars, one whom he recognised as Thal Vadam from the PCT PR offices. Some other Amarrians tending to the unknown Templar, and another group of men closer to the pub, one of whom Vyzion could see from his haunted eyes was also immortal. "Got Thal's message and we headed over. Whoever's chasing me, and I assume are chasing all of us, swarmed me as I was about to land, which means they'll be here soon. And as Mr. Vadam kindly points out we don't have any clones to fall back on now... so as cowardly as it may sound to us soldiers, I recommend running."
" or making a last stand...." Junko mumbled, groaning as she awoke from her stupor. The last few things she remembered were the explosions, the screeching and her flung into the walls of the drop ship like a ragdoll.
She began sitting up, only for small stings of pain to erupt on her shoulder.
" gah... My shoulder... I have a friend who's made arrangements to see us disappear from whoever the people at. And more of a last stand kind of way,part of the pl...."
Suddenly her wristcomp beeped, and as she looked , her expressions of pain and fear suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of seriousness.
" its him..." She said as she activated the wristcomp, a message was waiting for them.upon playing the message a holographic portrait of an amarrian was present sharply dressed in formal attire.
Quote:soldiers, pilots, immortals, my name is Issac V'aan Kador, captain of the mastodon- class ship Se'terra, its previous owner is Hya'salia herself, absurd as it may seem. My ship is currently 12 or so stargates from your current position, and we are having some trouble avoiding your spacefaring kin.
I'm afraid I must get to the point, the numbers of these assailants has reached over 3 battalions worth of men. Their contacts and their resources are seemingly unlimited according to various contacts in our inner circle, your options are thus limited.
For now I need you all to keep moving, either by flight or by ground, it matters little. I have requisitioned a few dropships, both Myron and Grimsnes class alike not far from your positions, upper dockyard levels 4-D9 I believe that is where mac's infamous railroad operations have led up to.
Stay alive as long as you can, I will do everything in my power to make sure your extraction is successful"
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2014.09.13 17:45:00 -
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Quote:soldiers, pilots, immortals, my name is Issac V'aan Kador, captain of the mastodon- class ship Se'terra, its previous owner is Hya'salia herself, absurd as it may seem. My ship is currently 12 or so stargates from your current position, and we are having some trouble avoiding your spacefaring kin.
I'm afraid I must get to the point, the numbers of these assailants has reached over 3 battalions worth of men. Their contacts and their resources are seemingly unlimited according to various contacts in our inner circle, your options are thus limited.
For now I need you all to keep moving, either by flight or by ground, it matters little. I have requisitioned a few dropships, both Myron and Grimsnes class alike not far from your positions, upper dockyard levels 4-D9 I believe that is where mac's infamous railroad operations have led up to.
Stay alive as long as you can, I will do everything in my power to make sure your extraction is successful"
"Ok you heard the man, suit up and let's move."
Thal grabbed some more ammo from the stash, and distributed it among his men.
"We leave in 5 minutes, take care of what you need."
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
48
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Posted - 2014.09.13 21:34:00 -
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The soldier felt a wave of nausea slowly roll over him. He told himself it was due to the smoking. The man was having an impossible time admitting it was due to fear and paranoia, both emotions were being affected by his recent lack of sleep. Closing his eyes he took a moment to collect himself. His thoughts were accompanied by calming crackling noise as he took a slow, deliberate breath. As he did so the nausea started to recede. He moved to the buildings roof to get a better view of the pub, and its immediate surroundings.
Jester was not foolish enough to blindly walk into a trap, especially considering was no longer immortal. A fact that a small voice in his mind would not let him forget. As unusual as it might seem, he found comfort knowing that someone, or something was reminding him of his mortality. Scanning his surroundings he quickly came to a decision, he still required more information.
From his bag Noah removed a long, thing case. Cracking it open revealed a disassembled sniper rifle. The soldier quickly assembled the miniaturized rail gun with practiced ease. Although Noah was proficient in using a sniper rifle he did not consider himself to be a true sniper. At best he considered himself a marksman. At the moment though the range the gun provided was the most ideal for observing from a relatively safe distance.
Just as he had finished assembling the rifle he heard the roar of thrusters near him. Almost immediately after he recognized the noise of an incoming dropship he heard the equally distinctive firing of swarm launchers. He heard the missiles but could not physically see them, a fact that he found quite disturbing. Noah took a quick glance down at his neocom, the station map was still queued up. Not surprisingly there were a number of optimal positions to fire from. He scanned the most likely building but could not see anything, no soldiers, or trails of smoke. Instead of trying to find a ghost Noah focused his attention on the crashing dropship, he needed to discover if it was being piloted by the enemy or an ally. He told himself that he was hoping it was an enemy ship that had gone down, but in his gut kept telling him that it was most likely friendly.
The soldier observed as two figures came stumbling out of the wreckage. He was surprised to see that they were still in one piece. Dropships were not exactly known to have great survivability rates after they were shot down. Noah did not recognize the male who had excited the cockpit. Fortunately he did recognize the second occupant. although it took him a moment to recall her. They had worked together once before. He watched on as the others inside the pub assisted those in the dropship, and the unfortunate individual who had not avoided the falling brick. With the knowledge that those inside the pub were friendly, or at least not the ones trying to wipe him from existence, he returned his gaze to the street, and he did not like what he saw.
The downed dropship was drawing to much attention. Station security was beginning to mobilize, and would probably be there in a few minutes. What was more concerning was the ominous black armored figures that were quickly making their way towards the ship.
Noah opened up his neocom and sent a voice message to Hunter and those in the pub.
GÇ£Hunter, are you guys prepared for the reservations at 10 and 2? Both are parties of three. I should be arriving in a few minutes.GÇ¥
He hoped that his message was not too obvious, but at the same time he hoped they would be able to figure it out. The times were the direction they were coming from. The party size was pretty obvious, with his arrival time being their estimated time of contact. He could only wait as and watch as the unknown enemies closed in. He waited, with his finger resting on the trigger, ready to provide support to those down below. |
Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2014.09.13 22:53:00 -
[30] - Quote
Just as he had said they had time to kill, Thal looked out the window to see four of the black clad monsters moving in on the pub. Thal's mouth dropped open. His heart sank. Four of them? One was enough. He turned to the group.
"Everyone, we're leaving NOW!"
Thal pulled out his SMG and his sword.
"I'll cover you, get out!"
Thal jumped out the window and rushed at the creatures. He quickly sliced one's arm off, but to his shock, the beast was still walking towards him. He sliced the other arm, then the waist. He chopped at the head, and killed the monster. Before he could celebrate his victory, another creature threw a punch at Thal. He flew trough the air and smashed through the wall. He fell on top of a table, and sat up.
"I think I'll join you, RUN!"
Thal got to the entrence of the escape tunnel and started leading the party down.
"The Enemy has no idea of your true power. Let us show them! Thal to his men during the siege of Huola
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