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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2014.09.22 04:59:00 -
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There was a certain skill when operating dropships designed to transport troops and cargo. Hya'salia knew this too well, It all lay with the capacitors the ship was fitted with. Theoretically, it was impossible to keep a single module online for long, as the increasing load would strain the power grid, and overload the CPU.
therefore to use the capacitors to their fullest potential you'd have to juggle between module effectiveness and how long can you make the capacitor last.
Thankfully
the modules her Myron was equipped wasn't go pg nor CPU intensive. Quickly she raised shield hardeners, amplifying the density of the plasma-based shielding to a considerable size. Another set of modules prepped her dropship to take off as soon as she was ready to move once the survivors reached the dockyards. She sent a message their way, stating to look for a Myron.
Next she made adjustments to her CPU output, optimizing them to move more responsive to the set of turrets Vyzion was using as he unloaded round after round onto the shadow warriors, nearly cutting down raven and crownrule as they made it out towards the dark shaped tank that was laid out in their way. By this time her cap charge was getting low; they need to get moving, or she'll have trouble getting then to safety.
Putting her 'cargo' into harms way was the last thing she wanted to do, but at this rate she'll be forced to make some tough decisions.
" whatever you guys are doing , we need to move now!! Our HVI'S are near the dockyards, hurry it up!!" |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2014.09.23 01:31:00 -
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Crownrule had watched raven climb from the mound of dead bodies and run into the drop ship mid flight. He was glad he hasn't killed raven but saved him, but now he had no idea what to do. Should he stay in the tank or blow it up? He had no idea until junko had shouted in his ear and throughthe ccomma. He decided it was best to use the tank and head to the tankyard.
"Don't worry, with this bad boy on our side we can repel anyone!" Crownrule shouts in his comm with glee. He began to move the other stick forward and the tank lurched forward with tremendous speed and power. He already had fallen in love with this tank, there was no way he could destroy it.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
14
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Posted - 2014.09.23 04:06:00 -
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"Crown, get back here! Make sure not to blow yourself to pieces." Raven said over neocom ((My bad if I'm wrong there))
Raven thought for a second. "Junko, I know it isn't a good time, but I've got remote explosives out there and if they get hit, well let's just say we'll have one less way out of here..."
Turning to Vyzion Raven shouted "Watch the explosives!"
Creative with guns
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
356
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Posted - 2014.09.23 05:48:00 -
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Three figures in black cloaks looked on from a distance. They witnessed the brutal death of Jonny and the heroics of Raven and Crownrule.
From their vantage point they could see hundreds of shadow warriors converging on the dropship. The sight did not frighten them.
'Ma'am,' one of the figures said. 'They are a lost cause. They will be overwhelmed. The man you seek perished, we must return to Jita.'
The figure in the middle stepped to the edge of the ledge. 'My father gave his life for these people. We can not abandon them.' She removed her hood, revealing silky black hair, tan skin and piercing blue eyes. 'If you are afraid of death, my dear Cale, why did you decide to tag along?'
Cale bowed. 'I apologize Mistress Adtur. We shall do what needs to be done.'
With that he took out a signal flare and set it off. As the flare illuminated the docks, 50 human soldiers stepped forth from the shadows.
'Engage!' Cale shouted. 'Protect the clones at all cost!'
With that, the 50 soldiers engaged the shadow warriors. These brave men fought feircly, though out numbered and outgeared. However the surprise attack was enough to throw the shadow warriors off guard.
As the battle raged, Cale, Mistress Adtur and the other walked through the battle towards the dropship. Cale and the other slaughtered all in their wake using nova knives and plasma rifles. The Mistress refused to fight.
As they climbed onto the dropship, the Mistress sat down by Junko. 'I suggest we pick up that strange Amarr in the tank and get out of her.'
Legionhares Unite!
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2453
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Posted - 2014.09.23 10:45:00 -
[95] - Quote
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.
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
14
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Posted - 2014.09.23 17:17:00 -
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Raven saw Vyzion step away from the gun and decided he would replace Vyzion on it.
Raven was amazed and yet at the same time terrified of what he saw before him, some 50+ soldiers fighting the Voidwalkers. Raven thought for just a second before making a decision.
"Thal, if I die out there, make sure to kill a few of 'em." Raven told Thal before going to engage the Voidwalkers.
Raven quickly made his way towards the distracted Voidwalkers and started snapping the necks of his enemies. He had killed about 20 Voidwalkers before noticing a wounded Voidwalker on the ground, trapped under a dead body. "Poor bastard." Raven whispered about to kill him and end his pain.
Before he could kill the wounded man an idea popped into his head. "alright, I'm going to help you out of here, but if you do anything slightly suspicious I will not hesitate to end your petty existence." Raven threatened the wounded man before freeing him.
"C'mon, we need to go." Raven told the man as he picked him up and started running toward the dropship.
"I have a wounded Voidwalker, when I approach DO NOT SHOOT! I repeat, do not open fire." Raven informed the others.
Creative with guns
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
281
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Posted - 2014.09.24 00:40:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:
As the battle raged, Cale, Mistress Adtur and the other walked through the battle towards the dropship. Cale and the other slaughtered all in their wake using nova knives and plasma rifles. The Mistress refused to fight.
As they climbed onto the dropship, the Mistress sat down by Junko. 'I suggest we pick up that strange Amarr in the tank and get out of her.'
"its time to head out' Junko thought of grimly. capacitors are almost empty, shields are taking hits, and raven and the others are busy fighting in reckless abandon.
she came here to save the others , not get trapped in a useless battle where the result is their inevitable doom, she wants to run from them again, not fight any longer.
she doesnt want to die, that was a harsh reality she had to face. and that was when a female she barely knew casually walked inside the cockpit. she was calm, collected and was oblivious to the battle raging outside. from her display a large amount of mortal soldiers leaped in, sacrificing themselves for a few precious seconds to round everyone up and leave.
her grief had never been more lower than before.
"I suggest we pick up that strange Amarrian in the tank and get out of here" the strange woman said. words Hya'salia herself wanted to say.
a second she silently nodded, and relucantly she pressed a few series of buttons, disabling the turrets and activating the star-board side doors, stopping just enough for the rest of the clones to get in, and bringing in a few precious seconds of capacitor reserves.
"...Get in. Now" she said on the intercom. her voice had a tone of seriousness that that mixed with grief and sadness.
' too many people gave their lives for nothing....' she thought as she prepped her engines to take off.
'and its all our fault....'
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
15
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Posted - 2014.09.24 02:10:00 -
[98] - Quote
Raven rushed into the dropship and started to desperately try to keep this wounded enemy from dying. "Damn it, stay with me!" Raven shouted, panic clear in his voice as he applied pressure to the wound.
'Why try to save him, he would kill you in the blink of an eye' Raven wondered.
"S**t, I lost him." Raven shouted with a mixture of frustration and sorrow.
Creative with guns
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
52
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Posted - 2014.09.24 02:12:00 -
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The journey up the service shaft was excruciatingly slow, it was adding untold pressure on top of NoahGÇÖs already stressed mind. His heart beating so hard it felt like it might break through his chest, he could hear the pounding in his ears. In an attempt to gain control he he tried to tell himself that it was because of increased amounts of adrenaline and blood rushing through his ears, it was a failed attempt. He had started singing to try and focus his mind on something, anything else, it wasnGÇÖt working.
Hunter Junko wrote:" whatever you guys are doing , we need to move now!! Our HVI'S are near the dockyards, hurry it up!!"
The sudden transmission caused him to twitch reflexively, he was falling apart and wasnGÇÖt certain how much longer he could go. He fumbled around in his pockets for a cigarette and lighter. His hands were trembling so badly that he could hardly get it in his mouth, let alone light the damn thing.
GÇ£Y-Yeah, sorry about that.GÇ¥ Although he tried to sound normal his voice was trembling like his hands.
As he finished speaking he finally managed to sucessfully light the damn stick. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. The chemicals had a slight calming effect on the soldier. It did not completely diminish the torrent of emotions he was feeling, but it did allow him to gain some semblance of control.
GÇ£IGÇÖll be there in a minute so donGÇÖtGǪGÇ¥ His voice trailed off as the lift doors opened and revealed nothing but death a chaos. In his mind it was as if the Gates of Hell themselves had been opened. The lit cigarette fell to the ground and continued to burn slowly.
GǣOhGǪGǥ His voice held no surprise, or anger, or fear. It was completely devoid of all emotion, completely lifeless.
Without thinking he pushed the door closed button and then the emergency stop button. Like his voice his face failed to show any traces of emotion. If anyone had been staring into his eyes at that moment they might have seen the dim light they held finally go out. Noah staggered back until he was stopped by the wall behind him and slid down the wall. What little strength that he had held onto left his body.
GǣU-Uh, you should leaveGǪGǥ He transmitted over his neocom so Junko could hear.
Noah struggled to get the words out. He didnGÇÖt want to say them, but the truth of the matter was obvious.
GÇ£I um, IGÇÖll meet you at the shipGǪGÇ¥ he tried to convince himself that he wasnGÇÖt that far from the ship, although he knew the truth. It was going to take him five minutes to get there and they would probably be there in less than two. He hoped they wouldnGÇÖt come and get him.
Using the wall as a prop Noah stood back up. He legs felt like they could hardly sustain his bodies weight. After he was done speaking he deactivated his neocom, his blip disappearing from friendly radar. He removed the device from his wrist and dropped it on the floor. Taking a deep breath he depressed the door open button. The Gates of Hell slowly clattered open again. He desperately wanted to live, and at the moment would use any means necessary to ensure his survival. Using the wall like a starting block he pushed off as hard as he could and excited the lift running as fast as his mortal legs could carry him.
In his mind the dropship was the most dangerous place to be. He had watched on as they had effortlessly shot down the other one. He was hoping the dropship presented a more intriguing target. He hoped their attackers would favor taking out multiple targets over a single one. Or at the very least they would be slowed down long enough for him to get to the SeGÇÖterra. Noah sprinted through the dockyard at full speed, utilizing the containers and other ships as cover. His only hope of survival was the possible death of those that had risked their lives to save him.
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2014.09.24 04:16:00 -
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Crownrule had heard his nane over the neocom. He knew he had to leave and so he did but not without a hesitant sigh. He planted four remkte explosives and ran tkward the dropship waiting for a pickup. As he did this he detonated the explosives sending a shockwave of energy through the air making crownrule almost fall to the floor.
"Hey this is Crown, i need a pickup! Im by the smoldering tank!" Crownrule exclaimed into his neocom.
(((Sorry i was busy i would have replied sooner)))
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
15
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Posted - 2014.09.24 05:21:00 -
[101] - Quote
"Haha!" Raven was cheered up by the fireball and almost forgot about the grim situation.
"Crown, I'll cover you just run as fast as you legs can move!" Raven said grabbing his Rail Rifle from it's spot and taking aim at the enemies.
"Crown, you have 45 seconds before I am out, 65 if you count reload time." Raven spoke with a grim tone while he fired into the mass.
"If I die here today, there will be another life safe from you bastards!" Raven said sure no one heard him.
Creative with guns
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
21
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Posted - 2014.09.24 12:44:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:"Haha!" Raven was cheered up by the fireball and almost forgot about the grim situation.
"Crown, I'll cover you just run as fast as you legs can move!" Raven said grabbing his Rail Rifle from it's spot and taking aim at the enemies.
"Crown, you have 45 seconds before I am out, 65 if you count reload time." Raven spoke with a grim tone while he fired into the mass.
"If I die here today, there will be another life safe from you bastards!" Raven said sure no one heard him.
"Got it, i wont be a second late" crownrule said through his neocom. He was in a full sprint now and could see the dropship just ahead. Im going to make it, im going to make it! Crownrule was thinking as he got nearer to the ship. But then, a shot from behind rang out andnit pierced his chest sending crownrule to the ground tumbling. At first he was motionless then he began to move. He dared not look down and began to slowly crawl to the dropship. After he qas almost there he felt a boot on his back causing more pain to comenfrom the wound.
"Your end is nigh, today you due templar and im the executioner." The shadow warrior said as hebpointed a pistol at crownrules head.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
15
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Posted - 2014.09.24 21:15:00 -
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Crownrule wrote:sir RAVEN WING wrote:"Haha!" Raven was cheered up by the fireball and almost forgot about the grim situation.
"Crown, I'll cover you just run as fast as you legs can move!" Raven said grabbing his Rail Rifle from it's spot and taking aim at the enemies.
"Crown, you have 45 seconds before I am out, 65 if you count reload time." Raven spoke with a grim tone while he fired into the mass.
"If I die here today, there will be another life safe from you bastards!" Raven said sure no one heard him. "Got it, i wont be a second late" crownrule said through his neocom. He was in a full sprint now and could see the dropship just ahead. Im going to make it, im going to make it! Crownrule was thinking as he got nearer to the ship. But then, a shot from behind rang out and it pierced his chest sending crownrule to the ground tumbling. At first he was motionless then he began to move. He dared not look down and began to slowly crawl to the dropship. After he was almost there he felt a boot on his back causing more pain to come from the wound. "Your end is nigh, today is your due templar and I'm the executioner." The shadow warrior said as he pointed a pistol at Crownrule"s head.
"S***!" Raven opened fire at the hand holding the pistol.
The Shadow warrior only looked blankly at Raven. The look itself terrified Raven, even more so when the abomination started targeting Raven.
"Your kind disgusts me." The Shadow's voice seemed almost demonic to Raven. "And I shall end you."
Raven backed up as his opponent grew closer, but Raven was forced into close quarters combat with the Shadow Warrior.
Raven dodged the opponent's punches and ran over to Crown. Raven put Crown over his shoulder and ran towards the dropship. "Damn your heavy."
Creative with guns
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
21
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Posted - 2014.09.25 01:38:00 -
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"Sorry.....just....cant move.....very well...." Crownrule mutters as he enters consciousness and leave it. At first he think hes dead but then he feels his eyes wide awake in the dropshil as he feels a mask on his face and the top part of his armor stripped off revealing bandaging. He slowly rises and sees the other before him. All battle worn and just as injured, he looks at raven with a smile.
"Thank you brother, if not for you my life would cease to exist but for you i owe you my life and thanks...." He says to raven. He looks at thal.
"So what now master?" Crownrule asks.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2468
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Posted - 2014.09.25 02:16:00 -
[105] - Quote
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."
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
359
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Posted - 2014.09.25 03:27:00 -
[106] - Quote
Vyzion Eyri wrote: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."
'Leave them to die,' the mistress said coldly. 'Those mortals were paid for their sacrifice. As for the two lost souls... May they find a resting place in whatever afterlife they choose.'
She then sat stood up and went to the back of the dropship and looked at the carnage below.
'Make your choice Matari and make it fast. Abandon them and live, or save them and die.'
Legionhares Unite!
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
282
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Posted - 2014.09.25 04:17:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:Vyzion Eyri wrote: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." 'Leave them to die,' the mistress said coldly. 'Those mortals were paid for their sacrifice. As for the two lost souls... May they find a resting place in whatever afterlife they choose.' She then sat stood up and went to the back of the dropship and looked at the carnage below. 'Make your choice Matari and make it fast. Abandon them and live, or save them and die.'
'Leave them to die,'
it was all she could do not to pull her sigis out and empty the woman's skull, it was another to watch as raven barely managed to get crown into the Myron.
she took one last look at the mortals who now give them a second chance. she saw one who barely managed to knock a shadow warrior on the ground. she could imagine his battle cry as he lunged at him with a knife, driving it into the Warriors chest and then being flung across the ground...
he looked like an ethnic Gallentean, with dark brown hair, almost red by the lighting, fair skinned and bleeding from his mouth and other wounds he sustained. for a while he got up off the ground, and checked his rifle and then looked back at the Myron breathing heavily. in her eyes, it felt like this unknown soldier was looking at her directly.
then he saluted. gave a wink, and joined the others who were fighting back.
"Ta'lch y'n..." Junko Said, in her Native tongue, activated the afterburners and the dropship began to rise.
the layout of the Station then showed one of the survivor's signals. the other, had dissappeared. the computer recommended attempting to retrieve the other survivor, but the woman behind her told her to leave them.
'Abandon them and live, or save them and die.' the words resounded within her brain. she racked her brain, trying to think of a way to recover the remaining soul.
there was one,
The Drift Maneuver. highly risky.
it required near-perfect timing to pull off, and in the early days, when the rumors of clone soldiers were tales of legend, it was used by people, like herself, who wanted to extract a whole squadron all at once:
get up to a certain height, then make a drop towards the ground to build up speed, and when you get to a certain point, you pull up, turn the dropship right or left and let the forward momentum, carry the dropship as the pilot then focused of keeping the dropship low enough so that the squad can simply hop up and into the dropship. too slow and you stall. too fast and you make roadkill out of your squad. too high and you simply miss altogether.
it became obsolete when AV specialists managed to increase the damage and tracking capabilities of the swarm launcher, but right now, as she neared closer to the signal of the remaining survivor, she turned the reciever on.
"you may be right in sacrificing those mortals, woman... " she spoke, her voice was slightly raspy and choked, but she cleared her throat and continued quickly.
".... but in my ship, my word is law: Vyzion, get ready for the Drift Manuver, open portside doors, detach turret and prepare for retrieval." she said.
((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))
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2468
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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.
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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sir RAVEN WING
Mors Effera
16
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Posted - 2014.09.25 07:40:00 -
[109] - Quote
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.))
Creative with guns
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
Final Resolution.
2469
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Posted - 2014.09.25 10:52:00 -
[110] - Quote
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."
> Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
383
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Posted - 2014.09.27 09:44:00 -
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((BEGINNING POSTAL ROUTINE.
ACTIVATING JUMP JETS
REINFORCING SKELETAL SYSTEM
ACTIVATING ANTI-DUCT TAPE SYSTEMS
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PLEASE STAND BY FOR SCENARIO COMPLETION.
DO NOT REMOVE DISC OR TURN OFF SYSTEM WHILE HDD INDICATOR IS FLASHING))
AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
286
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Posted - 2014.10.01 05:31:00 -
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Hawk-eye Occultus wrote:Hawkeye exited the lift, focusing on the dropship hovering in the air nearby. He looked over at Jester, who was running through all the gunfire, smoke, and chaos towards the docked Se'terra.
"Crazy fool, he's going to get himself killed." he muttered.
He looked back at the dropship, which to his disbelief was now in a steep dive, heading directly towards him.
What the hell are they doing!?
He knew the dropship was going too fast to avoid, especially since it had turned sideways partway into the dive. Without thinking he leaped forward into the path of the ship, slamming hard against the bay floor. His face had a stinging sensation, he felt dizzy, and he had a terrible pain in all the muscles down his left side. But he was still alive, that was the most important thing, right?
"Ge... Get us out of here..." He feebly said breathing shallowly, barely paying attention to anything around him.
seconds seemed like hours as the dive was nearing completion, she prepped the engines to go full power with whatever fuel is left in the Myron. she sounded the alarms and turned to the side, just as the maneuver was at it's lowest point.
that was when she heard the scores of swarm launchers being fired. all at nearly the same time.
'no...' she thought as she fed power to the engines. but it was big mistake.
Hya'salia heard the loud banging on the bay floor, and knew that she had gone too high for the survivor to make it safely. in reflex she gunned the engines to full, her myron turning towards the Se'terra, now far into the distance.
' not going to make it' Hya'salia gritted her teeth and made the myron accelerate to breakneck speeds, as a result she barely had time to navigate around the vast array of ships passing by, all in an effort to outrun the swarms, hidden from her eyes, but seen in the camera's of her ships.
"Issac, if your ready, prep to launch, make way for the station exit" she said through gritted teeth. static, but then she heard Issac's voice come through
"About time Hya'salia, the Se'terra will begin takeoff procedure.... our security team has found the other survivor, they are bringing him in..... *In the distance* set course for the wildlands, initiate phase two of our escape plan!" the radio abruptly cut off as Hya'Salia flew over the lumbering size of a Raven-class Battleship.
that was when the Missiles hit, detonating their powerful charges above the Myron, forcing it to scrape the outer skin of the Raven class with a sickening sound of metal screeches and groans
a series of nononononoNoNO!! scrambled through Hya'salia's Mind as she tried desparately to keep the Myron held together. the portside bay doors were bent inwards and the survivor's inside must've taken a beating, but She held on.
one way to save a thruster was to re-route the fuel cells to the auxilary compression system, where the occuring charge needed to ignite the fuel-oxygen compund was available. the problem was that the auxiliary measure was intended to assist in crash landing scenarios, not to regain flight capabilities.
she took one last look with the camera drone, where the bodies of the mortals, where the pub lay in ruins, and to where jonny's strewn body resided, forever would she remember this scene, and the shadow warriors who made this nightmare possible...
then she gunned the engines, making her way to the se'terra's cargo bay, the myron falling apart on the way. bits of metal collided with the giant exterior of the se'terra, and the myron skidded to a stop, one thruster missing, the bay doors bent beyond recoignition and the cockpit's window shattered, a bleeding Hya'salia at her seat her breathing was ragged and her chest hurt, a cracked rib or so was causing her to cough up blood.
'we made it......than....god...' was the last words she spoke before her vision turned black and she fell unconscious
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"Myron has Landed, Myron has Landed" the Loadmaster's Voice boomed into the bridge.
Issac had been silently praying for any news or their success when the Loadmaster reaffirmed his resolve.
"your finally back Hya'salia" Issac said to himself. blessing himself, he rose from his meditative pose and up over the captains section of the bridge. without a second more, Issac turned towards the rest of the officer's on deck, various faces from different cultures and backgrounds, yet all united by the Cause Hya'salia herself followed, often to the bitter end.
"You heard the Loadmaster!, put her to the heavens! adjust cloaking module capacity 54 points overdrive, dump all capacitors to warp engines! get her out of this hellhole" his voice resonated throughout the entire Ship, and the rallying cries of the countless crew resounded.
"YES SIR"
"and get me the medics, those survivors are in need of care" Issac Added. he watched as the Se'terra exited the station, its giant hull dwarfed by the countless other Ships passing by as the ship lurched to a stop.
then the powerful warp engines ignited, sending the Se'terra into warp, and far from the accursed station that brought them together. |
Jonny D Buelle
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[113] - Quote
Location: Jita; The Forge; Caldari State
Mac stood staring out the station window. In his hands he held his son's Ion Pistol. Jonny had slipped it into his pockets during their last embrace. Next to him was an old Caldari.
'So he's dead then?' he asked, not taking his gaze off the stars.
'I'm sorry old friend,' said the Caldari. 'But the reports from our agents saw him take his life in an attempt to assist his comrades.'
Mac looked longly at the pistol in his hand. He himself gave it to Jonny's mother who then passed it on to him, and now, it was his once again. 'By agents, do you also mean my granddaughter?'
'Yes, she insisted on finding him, but she is fine. According to Cale, she is now aboard the Se'terra and is safe.'
Mac looked out the window once again. He then sighed and placed the pistol down on the table next to him. 'Make sure he get its when he wakes up. He also said to no longer call him by his known names.'
'Then what would we call him?'
Mac walked up to a clone creation tank. There was something stirring inside the murky water. He placed his hand on the glass. He knew what this meant. What he was doing.
'Lazarus, for he is no longer dead.' The Caldari nodded and watched as Mac started to leave. He stopped at the door and gave one last look to the Caldari and said. 'Slim, you make sure he understands the concequences for bringing him back.'
Slim nodded and Mac left without saying another word. Slim walked up to the tank and knocked twice. 'You awake in there, you son of a bitch?' Bubbles stirred within the tank. 'You are one tough Gallentean, but then again, I always knew you were tough.'
Slim leaned against the wall and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a packet of menthols and placed one in his mouth. Reaching into the other pocket, he pulled out a box of matches. As he went to light up his smoke, the tank bursted open from the inside, sending water and gunk all over the floor.
Slim looked up from where he fell, and his jaw dropped as she realized who was standing before him.
'Hey Slim,' Jonny said, still covered in the gunk from the tank. 'You got a smoke for me?'
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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