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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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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...
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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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.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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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."
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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.))
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2390
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Posted - 2014.09.13 00:53:00 -
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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."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2392
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Posted - 2014.09.13 04:08:00 -
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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."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2394
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Posted - 2014.09.14 02:45:00 -
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Vyzion grabbed the wounded Templar, and supporting him on one side began to walk him into the tunnel. Turning around, he heard the Gallentean with severe burns on his body yell "covering fire!" as he began to heroically fire upon anything and everything that was moving outside the pub. Junko was beside him behind the counter, popping up to lob grenades, fire a strange looking flaylock Pistol, and trade shots with her newly acquired scrambler rifle. Thal slid into the tunnel as Junko called for Jonny to go.
Amidst the chaos of noise, Vyzion's augmented hearing detected more gunfire, and noticed some of their assailants get cut down. More of us? Vyzion peered through the fires and haze caused by the explosions and gunfire, and saw them, and groaned. It was station security. Of course they'd come after the ruckus he caused with his dropship.
The pilot watched in guilt and misery as their pursuers turned and easily dealt with station security. Their ability to work as a cohesive unit was, Vyzion grudgingly admitted, perfect. Despite being caught unawares and in the back, they rotated fire so that they kept Junko and Jonny suppressed, whilst dealing with the less experienced station security who had simply run into the fray in the open.
Their families and friends would never understand what had happened, except that it was an immortal-related incident. And as ever, normal people would be further alienated towards us immortals.
Vyzion was started to like the idea of a last stand more and more.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2396
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Posted - 2014.09.14 11:13:00 -
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"Alright, we have a little time as we get through this tunnel," Vyzion piped up. "Lets start with some names."
He cleared his throat. "I'm Vyzion. I enjoy dropship piloting, and as you can see from my repair tool here I do a bit of logistics on the field. That's... about it."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2399
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Posted - 2014.09.15 09:12:00 -
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((Going to assume Crownrule was with us in the tunnel fighting off the shadow commandos as they broke through Jonny's seals, despite his post indicating that he is still at the entrance))
Vyzion had been using his repair tool to support the Templar who was fending off the shadowy pursuers with scrambler rifle and blade as they tore down the seals Jonny had erected behind them.
Suddenly, though, a large group of these enemies surged forward through the broken remains of the latest seal, nearly catching up with Junko as she desperately tried to pull her and Jonny out of danger. The Templar beside him leapt up instantly and, with no regard for his own safety, began to tear into the shadow warriors with his scrambler rifle. Instead of backing out when he had to reload he simply took out a lethal, shining sword and continued fighting, yelling prayers all the while.
Vyzion shook his head in disbelief ((irony definitely intended :P)). The things these Amarrians do for their God. These shadow warriors, as Vyzion had decided to call them, were also proficient at melee combat, however, and the pilot winced as one got under the Templar's slashes and proceeded to break his arm, something a repair tool couldn't prevent.
The pilot swallowed hard. Time to get my hands dirty. He dived past the Templar who was staggering away from the enemy and tackled the lead shadow warrior, causing the rest of them to stumble backwards in the narrow confines of the tunnel.
Then he rolled off, punched the warrior in the face to ensure he wouldn't be getting up for a few moments, and tore a scrambler pistol from the belt of a commando with the Templar's blade through his face.
Sprinting back to said Templar, he turned and took aim.
Hunter Junko wrote:For added measure she rigged an explosive to go off as soon as the left door was breached , and tried to walk Jonny out towards the rest of their group.
The pilot's eye found the undetonated RE half-buried in the rubble of the seal. The shadow commandos had apparently used a dual-breaching explosive which released an EMP pulse to negate any electronic traps on the other side. So Vyzion did it the old-school way, and pulled the trigger just as one the shadow warriors were recovering from his tackle.
A bolt of superheated laser-induced plasma ignited the RE immediately, and shook the whole tunnel as it vaporised the commandos standing near it. Vyzion felt the heat blast through his dropsuit. He turned and jogged back to the rest of the group.
Thal Vadam wrote:
"Ok, here is the plan. There are four hostile targets outside. Junko, take Jonny and make sure he gets onboard safely. Me and my squadron will form a protective circle around you to keep you safe."
"Any questions?"
Vyzion nodded and joined Junko and Jonny.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2404
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Posted - 2014.09.16 07:25:00 -
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Vyzion's head swirled; everything was moving so fast. Shapes were blurring in his vision, death cries and rifle shots melded to become a torrential rush in his ears.
He was sitting in the dropship watching the Amarrians fight the shadow warriors blankly, swaying slightly from side to side. His hands were shaking and he realised the adrenaline of the past few days, fueled by the age-old fight or flight mechanism of the human body, was running low. The Gallentean was dead tired, and under his pilot dropsuit's helmet, his eyes were glazed and bloodshot.
He rested a hand on the dirty floor of the dropship, feeling the hum of the engines. Breathe. Blinking, he looked back out. Thal's Amarrian troops were arrayed around the dropship, and a thick black swath of shadow warriors lay around them. They had fought well, and had died a death many warriors would've been happy to die.
Crownrule wrote:"So what are we going to do now?" Crownrule asked everyone in the ship with tired eyes.
Vyzion turned to the Templar has he clambered aboard.
"Firstly, mate, could I grab your name? It's been a shitstorm since we've met, and I still haven't gotten the opportunity to ask."
As he awaited a reply, Vyzion glanced back at his hands. They had stopped shaking. Where he had rested one of them against the floor, though, in the layer of dust and caked mud from boots of infantry long ago, he had unconsciously scribbled: 514. The pilot shivered.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.17 09:08:00 -
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Vyzion turned at the sound of the voice and squealed louder than the girl he had picked up from a 'pub' back on Luminaire, near the Crystal Boulevard.
Sitting next to him was a mercenary dressed almost exactly like the shadow warriors they had been trying to escape.
"Who... who in the name of Empress Jamyl's hairy- oops, sorry Templars. Who the hell are you and why are you reaching for that rifle?"
His panic made him miss everything except the final thing the black-dropsuited guy said:
sir RAVEN WING wrote:I'm Raven by the way.
"Oh. Nice to meet you Raven, I'm Vyzion. Glad you actually introduce yourself, unlike SOMEONE."
-death stare at Templar that cannot be named because Vyzion in-character does not know his name yet-
((CROWNRULE PLEASE))
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2416
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Posted - 2014.09.18 01:49:00 -
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Vyzion nodded and grinned underneath his dropsuit's helmet, and shook Crownrule's hand.
"Crownrule, a powerful name. I'm Vyzion. Thal as your master, huh? He handles his blade well, a good choice."
Vyzion goes quiet and starts musing about slavery, Amarrians and irony. He chuckles softly to himself. "Service is its own reward, huh? Now that's something..."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2416
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Posted - 2014.09.18 23:50:00 -
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Vyzion gripped the side of the speeding Myron hard as he watched Jonny. He felt his whole body tense, and he was close, so very close, to diving after his fellow clone soldier. But he didn't. He stood and watched as Jonny fought brutally against the shadow warriors.
Coward. I'm a f**king coward.
Then the ringing explosion from Jonny's grenade filled the shipyard, and Vyzion turned away, sickened. He recalled his days as a young journalist, without a care in the world, exploring without restraint. He remembered training with the Valklears, passing their rigorous entrance requirements, going on deadly missions every day, fighting with mortal comrades... and watching them die.
And yet, here was a comrade assailing the enemy, and he did nothing. His loss of immortality had crushed the resolve that had always been his driving factor, before he had ever chosen the path of the clone soldier. Vyzion clenched his teeth and walked back to the side of the dropship.
Then he leaned out and threw up.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.21 01:52:00 -
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"So... Junko," Vyzion called. "Do we even have a plan to pick up these guys?"
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.21 13:20:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:"LIGHT THEM UP!!!!!!"
Vyzion was in his element.
A dropship hovering barely inches from the ground for rapid extraction, engines pointing directly at the ground and kicking up a veritable sandstorm, obscuring vision. Their assailants were literally shadows, blurry shapes in the storm.
But blurs were all Vyzion needed. He dived for the starboard side's turret, an old 20GJ Scattered Neutron Blaster that Junko must've kept before manufacturers made universe-wide recalls on their products to redevelop them into more streamlined, militaristic lines.
It was beautiful. Vyzion squinted into the hazy air, his augmented vision allowing him to see the barest movement through the dust cloud but also making him think every little waft of air was an enemy. So he did the only thing any sensible mercenary would do in such a situation.
"THIS IS FOR JONNY, YOU BASTARDS!" The normally quiet and peaceful pilot roared, heart pumping as hard as the the turret between his hands as he sprayed into the cloud. The mechanical stuttering of the blaster joined the ruckus alongside the engines, plasma rounds lighting up the smoke.
It was a deadly kind of beautiful, and for a moment, Vyzion forgot his mortality in his wild abandon, not even trying to lessen his profile as return fire began pelting at the Myron's hardened shields.
Reckless and wild. So that was the plan.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2440
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Posted - 2014.09.21 15:21:00 -
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Vyzion couldn't hear the Templar over the noise of the turret, but he saw. Vyzion nearly laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. There was Crownrule, jumping out of the dropship and weaving between enemy fire as Vyzion tried his best to cover him without accidently shooting him in the dusty cloud that was being kicked up by the engines' downdraft.
And he was running straight towards a dark, looming object with what looked like a glowing eye.
"A f**king tank, they have a tank out there!" He yelled back into the troop bay, voice cracking a little on the first 'tank'. "Junko if those newcomers aren't here in a few seconds we gotta bail... and someone go see what the hell Crownrule just ran off to do!"
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2453
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Posted - 2014.09.23 10:45:00 -
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The list of things Vyzion COULDN'T shoot grew by the second.
First, Crownrule diving into the fray. Then Raven after him, in a similar dropsuit as their attackers to boot. Next, Crownrule's commandeered tank. Then, Raven's explosives. And now, most confusing of all, a random group who had fell from seemingly no where blasting plasma and slashing shadow warriors into ribbons, with a group walking calming up into the dropship, past all of the mercenaries in the bay, into the cockpit, to talk to Junko personally.
Vyzion let go of the turret in disgust and went to go sulk in the corner.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.25 02:16:00 -
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Vyzion inspects Crownrule chest wound and shakes his head. Miraculously though the shot entered to the left of the spinal cord, leaving it intact, but the exit wound left a massive hole in his abdomen. He bandaged the wound as best he could but this Templar needed the well-equipped medical bay of the Se'terra now.
"Junko, we need to leave. Those guys out there who came with that girl, they'll have to run to the Se'terra if they want to live. As for the other two, one's off my TACNET map, the other is too far to make it before this dropship goes down. The only reason we're alive is because they aren't wasting ammunition whilst your shields are hardened."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.25 07:31:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:
((Chance Mechanic: Vyzion, roll a dice three times, use the mean of those three rolls to determine the Fate of my attempt
1 is the lowest, in which the ship will be badly damaged, and 6 that i pull it off and pick up Hawky))
((Rolled 4/3/3, divided by 3 is 3.33 so... slightly damaged and Hawk has to make an epic leap of faith? :D))
Vyzion laughed with glee as Junko announced her plan. He went around strapping everyone in as wind whipped through the open bay. He grabbed the blaster turret, dissembling it and storing it in the floor compartment in one smooth motion.
Vyzion himself preferred landing vertically, but he had pulled what he liked to call the "Phoenix swoop" a few times extracting one person under extremely heavy fire. It was too quick to get groups to hop in at once, and back in the days before CONCORD regulated the materials planetary lamp posts were made of, it was extremely risky for the aspiring dropship pilot.
Everyone was secured to the point that no one could move a muscle. Good. Vyzion bit his lip, and threw the port side blast doors open. All or nothing. His stomach lurched and Junko reached minimum height and began the dive.
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
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Posted - 2014.09.25 10:52:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Raven knew whatever was about to happen was going to mess with his stomach.
"Hey Vyzion, did I ever tell you I once flew dropships? I was pretty good too." Raven said trying to stall his mind.
((True story.))
"Raven, eh? Makes sense I guess," Vyzion replied, yelling over the wind howling through the open bay doors. He stood with legs planted wide apart and arms stretched out above him, his body making an 'X' shape. "You were probably better than me, most are."
The dropship had been tilting forward as he spoke and when he finished they were nearly vertical. Vyzion turned to the rest of the passengers; he was now facing upwards and his body was parallel to the ground. "Alright gentlemen, and lady. We're basically in freefall at the moment, and the stop is going to be sharp. Keep your lunch inside because if it comes out, it's going to turn right around and, courtesy of inertia, slather your faces."
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