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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
51
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Posted - 2014.09.22 23:53:00 -
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Noah sat in the relatively cramped confines of the frigates hold. The frigate was relatively small to begin with and whoever had designed the ship seemed intent on shoving as much as they could inside. While he appreciated their minimalist approach to design he had personally always found Caldari designs to be lacking in passion. It made the ship feel cold and uninviting, although that feeling was lessened some by sharing the cramped confines with others.
As Fae was giving a brief mission run down Noah was seated on the floor, arms resting on bent knees, and seemed to be intently observing the clove cigarette burning between his fingers. A small cloud of sweet smelling smoke hung above his head it was accompanied by a faint crackling a few times every minute. He was battling with himself about taking this mission. Some of the others may have viewed it as ridding the universe of a den of criminals and thieves, GÇ£sinnersGÇ¥ as the Templars had called them. Noah was not so sure. In his past life, before he had become immortal, he had been a member of the Angel Cartel. A criminal organization that called stations like this one home, he had once called places like Snowfall home. While it may have been a criminal infested station not everyone there was a criminal. Noah was wrestling with the possible implications of their actions.
At the edge of his vision he could see the station from one of the small portals in the ship. His gaze moved from the ceiling to the quickly approaching metal behemoth. He let out an almost inaudible sigh.
GÇ£No turning back now,GÇ¥ he thought to himself.
It was a lie and he knew it. There was always a choice, always another option. He took one final drag from his dwindling cigarette before putting it out on the metal floor.
Placing his hands on his knees Noah pushed himself to his feet, his muscles groaned slightly in protest, they were stiff from his prolonged inactivity. He shook his legs out to try and get his blood flowing again. As he was loosening up the Templars were going through their rituals. A slight grin found its way to his lips.
GÇ£Welcome to Parakone (Paradise),GÇ¥ he said it with a slightly sarcastic tone. As he spoke he pulled the hood of his ragged sweater up. The right side of the hood was adorned with his insignia.
GÇ£There are no gods here, only devils.GÇ¥ He said it quietly as a warning, and a reminder. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
56
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Posted - 2014.09.27 17:18:00 -
[2] - Quote
As the ship was jostled about during the docking procedure Noah mumbled to himself, something about how unsafe ships were and how he prefered to have his feet on the ground. A previous experience had left him slightly paranoid about the integrity of the ships he was aboard. He could swear he could hear the metal hull of the ship groaning as it was docked with the station. A small wave of relief washed over the soldier as the ship finished its docking procedure.
Noah retrieved his bag from the cargo netting near the cargo ramp. From inside the bag he pulled out a crushed packet of cigarettes and a bottle filled with an unknown purplish liquid. He took a large sip, he had not realized how thirsty he was. For the majority of the trip he had been lost in thought, filtering through memories he had believed forgotten. Without really thinking he removed his vest and shoved it inside his bag, pushing it towards the bottom.
It had been a long time since he had been to a station such as Snowfall, a lifetime ago. Or in his case several hundred lifetimes ago. Although he was slightly anxious he kept his emotions in check. Unlike the Templars who probably loathed having to venture into such a place Noah relished the thought. There were no emperors or presidents or CEOGÇÖs to answer to. For the most part the only thing that spoke here was isk. It was the entire reason they were there, or at least the reason Noah had agreed to the mission. He was still struggling with the mission objective internally. Yes the man they were targeting was a despicable individual, but did the people of the station have to pay for his actions? To Noah there were other ways of dealing with a corrupt despot. Besides short of tearing the station apart there was always going to be someone to replace him.
Noah took in a deep breath of slightly stale recycled air.
Not that Noah had much room to speak, he had done worse things for less. Although he was anxious to get into the station proper a small part of him was nervous, almost afraid. He feared being recognized, something that should have been impossible. His clone, his current body, looked nothing like his original body. Then only thing that remained from his original body was the tattoo on his forearm, and that was common enough. When he had become immortal he had decided to start over, a clean slate. That was part of the reason his leisure clone looked so generic. His original body was on ice, although he had wanted to start over he could not bring himself to completely destroy his body, even though it was now just a frozen corpse. Noah had a habit of collecting trinkets or objects to commemorate or memorialize major events. Perhaps that was the reason he could not completely destroy his original body.
GÇ£No matter how far away you get, never forget where you came from.GÇ¥ His mother'sGÇÖ words echoed in his head. They were unusual words to be reminded of. His former life as an angel was a long ways away from where he came from. It also didnGÇÖt help that he hated hearing his mother'sGÇÖ voice.
The digits on his right hand started tapping against his thumb, like he was typing something, or counting. It was a fairly recent habit he had picked up. He started doing it when he was anxious and trying to sort through his thoughts, almost like he was trying to pull out a memory or thought out of the air. He needed the door to open quickly so that he could focus on the task at hand.
GÇ£Let me know if any of you are planning on throwing a fight, I could use the extra isk.GÇ¥
Noah planned to check out the tournament and place a few bets. It was more to get a better understanding of the station than a gambling addiction. Depending on how things went the other immortals in the tournament could pose a considerable problem. He wanted to figure out the most optimal course of action. Cripple the stations ability to respond to a threat as much as possible with his own bomb.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
56
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Posted - 2014.09.27 17:18:00 -
[3] - Quote
As the ship was jostled about during the docking procedure Noah mumbled to himself, something about how unsafe ships were and how he prefered to have his feet on the ground. A previous experience had left him slightly paranoid about the integrity of the ships he was aboard. He could swear he could hear the metal hull of the ship groaning as it was docked with the station. A small wave of relief washed over the soldier as the ship finished its docking procedure.
Noah retrieved his bag from the cargo netting near the cargo ramp. From inside the bag he pulled out a crushed packet of cigarettes and a bottle filled with an unknown purplish liquid. He took a large sip, he had not realized how thirsty he was. For the majority of the trip he had been lost in thought, filtering through memories he had believed forgotten. Without really thinking he removed his vest and shoved it inside his bag, pushing it towards the bottom.
It had been a long time since he had been to a station such as Snowfall, a lifetime ago. Or in his case several hundred lifetimes ago. Although he was slightly anxious he kept his emotions in check. Unlike the Templars who probably loathed having to venture into such a place Noah relished the thought. There were no emperors or presidents or CEOGÇÖs to answer to. For the most part the only thing that spoke here was isk. It was the entire reason they were there, or at least the reason Noah had agreed to the mission. He was still struggling with the mission objective internally. Yes the man they were targeting was a despicable individual, but did the people of the station have to pay for his actions? To Noah there were other ways of dealing with a corrupt despot. Besides short of tearing the station apart there was always going to be someone to replace him.
Noah took in a deep breath of slightly stale recycled air.
Not that Noah had much room to speak, he had done worse things for less. Although he was anxious to get into the station proper a small part of him was nervous, almost afraid. He feared being recognized, something that should have been impossible. His clone, his current body, looked nothing like his original body. Then only thing that remained from his original body was the tattoo on his forearm, and that was common enough. When he had become immortal he had decided to start over, a clean slate. That was part of the reason his leisure clone looked so generic. His original body was on ice, although he had wanted to start over he could not bring himself to completely destroy his body, even though it was now just a frozen corpse. Noah had a habit of collecting trinkets or objects to commemorate or memorialize major events. Perhaps that was the reason he could not completely destroy his original body.
GÇ£No matter how far away you get, never forget where you came from.GÇ¥ His mother'sGÇÖ words echoed in his head. They were unusual words to be reminded of. His former life as an angel was a long ways away from where he came from. It also didnGÇÖt help that he hated hearing his mother'sGÇÖ voice.
The digits on his right hand started tapping against his thumb, like he was typing something, or counting. It was a fairly recent habit he had picked up. He started doing it when he was anxious and trying to sort through his thoughts, almost like he was trying to pull out a memory or thought out of the air. He needed the door to open quickly so that he could focus on the task at hand.
GÇ£Let me know if any of you are planning on throwing a fight, I could use the extra isk.GÇ¥
Noah planned to check out the tournament and place a few bets. It was more to get a better understanding of the station than a gambling addiction. Depending on how things went the other immortals in the tournament could pose a considerable problem. He wanted to figure out the most optimal course of action. Cripple the stations ability to respond to a threat as much as possible with his own bomb.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
58
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Posted - 2014.09.30 00:27:00 -
[4] - Quote
As the doors opened another slight wave of relief washed over him. He had not expected to be so glad to be on a station.
Jester remained in the CrowGÇÖs cargo hold while he examined the small mass of humanity below. He watched as the guards went about shaking down the new arrivals and watched as the members of his team split up, going in different directions, trying to disappear within the crowd. He watched them get swept up in the crowd as they headed towards the gates. Noah had no intention of trying his luck with the unpredictable guards or the system. He had gone through enough pirate run facilities to know where to go. The soldier slung his bag over his shoulder.
Taking a quick, deep breath Jester descended down the cargo ramp. He moved not with the heavy and menacing steps of his immortal companions but with ones that were unusually light considering his size. Noah moved with grace and purpose as he entered into the crowd.
The immortal soldier moved swiftly through the crowd, using his right hand as a feeler, and gently nudging people out of his way. He managed to move through the crowd with minimal opposition, only a handful of colourful words were exchanged. Noah had managed to nearly make it to the checkpoint when everyone seemed to feel the need to start beating on the guards.
GÇ£Damn TemplarsGÇ¥ he spoke loud enough for those around him to hear, almost all of them nodded their heads in agreement.
He swooped towards the commotion, cutting through the gathering crowd. Noah watched on as Steady needlessly murdered five guards, and saw as Thal pointlessly murdered one of the new arrivals. As the man fell to his knees, blood coming out of his mouth Noah's left hand started to move towards his back. His arm moved quickly, but it slowly returned to his side holding nothing. The soldier had decided against drawing his bolt pistol. If it were up to him he would have put a dozen rounds through each of their heads without a second thought, but it wasnGÇÖt his call, he wasnGÇÖt running the show.
His face had contorted into one of surprise and disgust, matching those around him. He may have been immortal but he felt that life was worth more, and he had fully expected the Templars to have similar views. Or at least he believed they did. He did not agree with their religion but he at least respected it. The lack of respect and value for life the two Templars displayed had his respect for them waning. Not to mention that one of the Templars was supposed to be their damn medic.
GÇ£Have a little respect.GÇ¥ He hissed through gritted teeth.
Stations like Snowfall may have been filled with criminals but they were far from the barbarians the big four often painted them to be. They were rough and sometimes prone to violence but they were simply trying to survive. Places like Snowfall ran on respect, and unwritten laws, and at the moment they were effectively spitting on them. The people gathered here were not all violent sociopaths, they were simply desperate individuals fighting to survive.
Jester watched silently as Galm dealt with the issue. It was brutal but in this case necessary violence. The only positive outcome was that they had gained entrance into the station proper, and obtained an appointment with their main target.
Noah found himself standing near Fae as the situation calmed down. He had originally planned to explore the station, gathering intel on key locations to hit. His plans had changed considerably in the last few minutes, he could not pass up the opportunity to meet the primary target face to face.
GÇ£IGÇÖm going to the meeting with you.GÇ¥ His voice was soft, but he spoke loudly enough to be heard clearly.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
59
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Posted - 2014.09.30 22:07:00 -
[5] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:"That was only the start," he finally warns flatly, "Zippang isn't like you and I. He's a mad dog that needs to be put down, and until we do he'll keep chasing this thing over Steadyhand. I know what I did looks bad, but I managed to buy us some time."
The truth was that Jester had little problem with how Fae had handled things, although he probably would have handled the situation more violently. Blood was supposed to be answered with blood, although technically forcing Steady to fight was somewhat similar.
GÇ£Lets just hope our associates can stay out of trouble for awhile.GÇ¥
Although he was starting to doubt it was even possible for the Templars to stay out of trouble on a station like Snowfall.
Galm Fae wrote:Just when the two began to deliberate on if they were lost or not they rounded a corner to find a clearly marked tram system that (according to the poorly drawn sign hung above the ticket office) promised to take passengers into the heart of downtown Shoashu. After considering every possible alternative the pair decided that public transportation system would be their best bet at traversing their way through labyrinth of network tunnels. This theory was discredited of course when the tram finally came around, literally grinding to a haul beside the platform in a symphony of metal screeching. The metro car was just barely kept in operating condition, the windows all shattered and cracked and temporarily replaced with cheap plastic bags with spray paint tags covering what must have been every square foot of the machine's surface. When the doors slid open it revealed the inside to be a tattered, if not surprisingly clean, husk of a transport cart filled with shredded leather seating running along its length. The two paused for a bit, then took the first step on board in unison as they offered prayer to their favorite deity.
Much to his surprise the the car lacked the distinct and pungent smell of urine Noah usually associated with station trams. Although the state of the car did little to inspire hope. He had abandoned religion a long time ago, but he still found himself offering a silent prayer to whatever deity was listening.
For the entirety of the ride the only comforting thought that went through his head as they were jostled around was that if he did die it would be the first time he could attribute his death to a station car. Life was about finding joy in the little things, and being immortal required him to find some joy in everything.
As the car came to a rather sudden stop Noah wasted no time in exiting the car, although it was an experience it was one he was not overly eager to participate in again.
The two rushed to the steps, running up the moving staircase rather than letting it carry them. When they emerged, both needed to take a moment to absorb their surrounds. Gone were the gray concrete walls and claustrophobic tunnels and their place stood massive hives of shopping centers, drug dens, and other exotic emporiums.
At the top of the stairs Jester took a moment to look around. Masses of people scurrying about, moving from one area to the next, the sight reminded him of insects scurrying around their hive. It had been quite some time since he had last set foot on such a station, and even though time had moved on the inner workings of the station remained mostly the same, it was only the names that ever changed.
GÇ£This place sure has grown,GÇ¥ Noah muttered to himself.
Galm Fae wrote:"Okay," Galm ventured, "Keep an eye out any signs pointing towards the Diamondback."
GÇ£Would it kill them to offer a half decent map to this place. Or at least make a sign out of something other than neon.GÇ¥ When they had gotten beyond the gates Noah had downloaded the station maps. It was only a basic map, a basic overview and labels on the various districts. The public map was a few years old, and as a result it was completely useless in a station that had so much turnover. Noah had to resort to physically searching for the club.
It was fairly obvious that he was searching for something, and that brought about a considerable amount of unwanted attention from any half decent merchant, drug dealer, and con man. Tourists usually represented easy targets. He was approached by merchants offering the best deals on everything from clothing to arms. The dealers offered the highest quality crash, drop, and exile at the cheapest prices. Con men offered up risk free investments, or the opportunity to double your isk. Noah was able to shoo most of them off with a wave of his hand and a dismissive grunt, some of the more persistent vendors required him to be a little bit more forceful. It was one of the many aspects of life on a pirate station that he abhorred.
When it became apparent that they were not going to be able to pressure him into a purchase they quickly dispersed, looking for easier customers.
Finally given a moment of reprieve Noah was able to refocus his efforts and energy on finding the club. Or as the case was, staring at neon signs written in napanii. It took him awhile to translate the words. Although he was capable of speaking the language he usually resorted to using only a handful of words or phrases. The soldier had never actually formally learned to read the language, a fact he did not openly advertise. Given his implant he probably could have just plugged in the information but he had actively avoided taking the simple way out. He had tried a number of times to learn but there was always something more important quickly approaching.
After a few more moments of searching and translating he managed to find what they were looking for.
GÇ£Hey Fae, I think its this way,GÇ¥ Noah nodded his head down one of the alleys, the sign above stated it was the stations red light district. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
60
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Posted - 2014.10.03 21:34:00 -
[6] - Quote
The further the ventured into the depths of the district the closer they came to the rotten heart of the station.
GÇ£Whatever happened to basing your operations out of a bar? I miss the old days.GÇ¥ he spoke mostly to himself, of a time that had only existed for a short time on Snowfall.
Places like this were one of the reasons he disliked dealing with the Guristas. They were much more open about their depravity than the more militaristic Angel Cartel. The Blood Raiders were something else entirely. The soldier was not naive enough to believe that similar things did not happen elsewhere, he had seen it for himself, they were just better about hiding it.
Galm Fae wrote:"Just look at the floor here, trust me. No use looking around."
Noah grunted a response, signifying that he understood, not that he would do it. He refused to look away, to avoid them, or deny their existence. To him looking down or away was disrespectful. It did not mean he agreed with what he was seeing, but he would not deny that it was happening. The only thing that mattered was surviving, for those here this was their only known means of survival. That was something Noah understood well, the lengths people would go through to survive, what they would give up.
Galm Fae wrote:Her box certainly appeared comfortable, filled with all the plush amenities a young woman could hope for including an artist easel and a fully furnished bed. Behind the glass, softly, he could here a soothing melancholy tune play from unseen speakers as they lulled her into a passive trance. But there was still no mistaking it, the room was little more than a circus cage, storing the ringleader's main attraction until such a time that it could be let out for a brief display at an exorbitant fee.
GÇ£At least its a pretty cage,GÇ¥ His voice was flat, but strong his voice held no disgust or anger at what they were seeing. GÇ£Others arenGÇÖt that lucky.GÇ¥ The way he figured it was if there was an individual willing to pay for a service then there was an industry. Considering his chosen profession he had no room to judge or belittle someone elses chosen work. Noah was responsible for committing acts that were probably worse than anything going on in the station. If they accomplished their mission they would be committing an unforgivably egregious act. If he was going to bear the responsibility for ending their lives he owed them the respect of recognizing their existence, and trying to remember their faces.
Noah placed a hand of FaeGÇÖs shoulder, GÇ£IGÇÖm going to put my bag in the coat check.GÇ¥ With that said he moved quickly to the coat check window.
He said nothing as he gave the woman his bag, she offered him a fake, forced smile and a ticket. He accepted the ticket and returned her fake smile with a soft, genuine one of his own, along with his thanks. Pocketing the ticket he returned to Galm.
GÇ£Lets go, weGÇÖve only got so much time.GÇ¥ |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
60
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Posted - 2014.10.08 02:26:00 -
[7] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:"Sierra hotel, soldier. I need a drink anyway."
GÇ£You and me both.GÇ¥
He was going to need something to help him refocus his thoughts. Being on the station brought back old memories that were probably best left forgotten. Noah had to remind himself to remain focused on the mission. The job was all that mattered, and he needed to focus, gather as much information and data as possible.
While Galm angrily carried himself into the building Noah was calm and confident. He lacked the rage or anger that Fae possessed. Although Noah supposed if his nickname was based upon a miniscule ethereal fairy from a children's tale he might be generally angry too. As it was though he refrained from allowing anger to influence his actions or decisions. He had made plenty of decisions based upon anger, with varying results.
Walking into the bar he took a quick look at his surroundings, making note of as many people as he could see, as well as possible exits. He had learned that it usually paid off to be slightly paranoid at all times, or at the very least to never trust a soul.
GÇ£Expect the worse than reality isnGÇÖt so bad.GÇ¥
It was something he always told himself, no matter how bad things got they could always be worse. Although there were times that he had difficulty imagining things being worse but he always told himself they could be.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt clean up on our accountGÇ¥ Jester muttered to himself.
He had a hard time respecting anyone that left their business in such a state. Not that he was obsessed with things being clean. Far from it, he probably spent as much time sleeping in a bed as he did in some dark alley.
Galm Fae wrote:"Saisa!" he hissed, his voice honeyed and soothing, "Saisa, saisa, saisa! A while it has been Galm!
Seriously though friend, how long has it been? Never mind that though, please! Have a seat, by all means!"
As they approached the group Jester quickly evaluated each persons threat level. The snake was actually the one that bothered him the least. He was a known factor, or at least an expected one. The old man did not bother him that much, although Noah was wary of him. It was unusual to make it to an advanced age in a hole like Snowfall. To survive that long made someone dangerous. The ones that made him the most uncomfortable were the woman. Not because of their lack of clothing, but because he had been on the wrong end of a blaster or blade wielded by similar women.
Jester did not bother responding to the repeated greeting, it was not directed towards him, although the way he spoke sounded sour to JesterGÇÖs ears, and he was pretty sure it wasnGÇÖt because of the makeup the man had applied to his eyes. The soldier would remain standing unless he was specifically asked to take a seat. His decision was based upon both paranoia and respect. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
62
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Posted - 2014.10.09 15:29:00 -
[8] - Quote
Jester had to give it to the man, he was certainly quite the character, he played his chosen role quite well. The soldier realized that what bothered him the most about the man was not his outward appearance or actions, but what they hid. He was a manipulator, and a deceiver, capable of pushing, and pulling, and twisting people and situations to his advantage. Noah had met a number of men who were similar, although most of them lacked his garish flare. It was impressive and disturbing that he managed to retain control of a place like Snowfall. Noah could only assume he had retained that control through a mixture of fear, respect, and manipulation of the masses. It was no simple task to control the mostly unchecked mass of humanity that thrived on the station. It was not something an ordinary man would have been capable of.
Knowing that Jester was aware the effects of removing him would have. Even if they didnGÇÖt blow the station to the other side of the cluster it would most likely tear itself to pieces in short order. The various factions would all be struggling to gain control, and given how Grabrac had most likely controlled them left no one with a discernable advantage. Even if the station did not rip apart it would most likely never attain its current glory, (if you could call a decrepit seething pit of a place such) it would only be a shell of its former self. The station would fall into chaos, which Noah found to be funny considering the dual meaning of the word in Napanii.
While Grabrac and Galm were speaking Noah remained standing, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, with his weight resting mostly on his slightly bent right leg. There were more guards than he had seen on his initial cursory exam of the bar, not an encouraging sign.
Galm Fae wrote:"Look Advir, I really appreciate it b--"
"I wasn't asking Pixy."
GÇ£So much for a pleasant and civil conversationGÇ¥ Noah thought to himself
Not that Noah was really expecting a calm or tension free conversation to take place. Giving who they were dealing with and FaeGÇÖs apparent relationship with the man he expected the worse. And while the conversation had not yet degraded to physical negotiations they were heading down a bothersome path, which Noah had no intention of interfering in. For the time being he would allow things to play out.
Although he had no intention of interfering the sudden movements of one of the women caused NoahGÇÖs left hand to twitch reflexively. It was a sudden flexing of his hand and fingers, he managed to catch himself before he drew a weapon. Technically Galm was an immortal, so even if he was attacked it meant little to his survival. Unfortunately though Noah knew from experience that poison and ODGÇÖing were both largely unpleasant ways to go, but at the moment that was GalmGÇÖs choice and Noah had decided that he had no right to intervene.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
62
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Posted - 2014.10.10 20:55:00 -
[9] - Quote
Noah didnGÇÖt much like being called a spook. Although at the moment he was acting in a similar capacity. The soldier viewed the term with a negative connotation. To him a spook was someone who gave the illusion of trust while working towards some secret agenda. A spook was not just someone he could not trust but someone he expected to attempt to stab him in the back if he or his team interfered with their objective.
GÇ£DonGÇÖt much care to be called a spook,GÇ¥ He thought to himself. Given the current situation he could not voice his opinion on the use of the word.
With only the three of them left in the club Noah finally let out a sigh, and his shoulders visibly dropped as he lowered his head. He felt foolish for expecting the meeting to go smoothly, and without any issues. The soldier felt like he should have seen it coming sooner, not that kicking himself over it was going to change anything. All that was left was to make a decision. On the one hand they could kill the man, after all it was the simplest solution. Just adding another body to the stations count. Or they could allow the man to live, to escape and possibly gain an ally. That option also presented with a large number of potential problems. If they allowed him to live and Grabrac found out that would be the end of the game.
Jester approached the seated Fae, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
GÇ£Give me the damn knife,GÇ¥ He actually took it from him while he asked.
No matter the decision they were about to make Noah felt that the one to make it should at least be clear headed, which Fae certainly was not. Besides, making the decision to end a mans life while you were high could lead to other complications later.
GÇ£You shouldnGÇÖt be trying to make a decision in you condition anyways.GÇ¥
As Noah was mulling over his options the knife was twirling around his right hand, something he did while he was thinking. Although he did not like the options that were given to him he was relatively quick in coming to a decision. The twirling of the knife ceased, he had made up his mind, and turned his attention to the cowering old man.
The whimpering Gansu was a pitiful sight. A man who had managed to survive so long was reduced to begging in between sporadic fits of sobbing.
GÇ£I know you donGÇÖt want to hear it from me, but you really only have yourself to blame old man. You made a mistake, after so many years of managing to survive you made the fatal mistake of becoming complacent. Something you and I both know you had managed to avoid for so long.GÇ¥
In their line of work becoming complacent meant becoming vulnerable. If you ever got to the point that you felt comfortable, that you thought you were safe, was the point you had lost your edge. The worse part was that it provided you with a false sense of security. It made you feel like you had earned the right to be comfortable, to believe that you were better than you really were. It created a false reality. Even now as an immortal, one with multiple lives Noah was desperately struggling against it. Life, especially one with no end in sight was hard when you were constantly pushing yourself to be better simply so you did not stagnate, did not become vulnerable, did not become weak.
Noah pulled a pack of clove cigarettes out of his pants pocket with his free hand, shook one out and pulled it out of the container with his mouth. There was only one left. Noah had spent the majority of his time on the Crow lost in thought and smoking.
GÇ£You smoke?GÇ¥
Noah offered the man a cigarette, it could have represented a peace offering or a final indulgence before he came to his end.
Gansu nodded slowly, and accepted the last cigarette, and the light that Noah provided. He lit the old mans first before lighting his own. Both men took a long drag, Noah stared off into the distance for a brief moment. Gansu knew what was about to happen, the decision had already been made, he stopped his whimpering and pleading. There was no point in trying any longer. A soft crackle and sickly sweet scent filled the air.
Noah kneeled next to the old man and gently placed his hand around the back of GansuGÇÖs neck. In a seamless motion Noah slid the knife between the mans 4th and 5th rib, the 4th intercostal space, at a slight angle. The knife easily punctured through the muscle and cartilage and through the soft tissue of the lungs. Gansu made a soft hissing noise as the air trapped inside was suddenly released. The old man shook for a moment from the sudden jolt of pain. The cigarette fell from his mouth and rolled into the gathering pool of blood. The cigarette continued to burn as the manGÇÖs life faded away. NoahGÇÖs head was right next to the dying mans.
GÇ£It will only hurt for a bit, only until your lungs fill up with blood.GÇ¥
Noah had effectively sentenced the man to a death by drowning. The old man knowingly nodded, tears starting to form in his eyes. The old man had fought so long to survive because he was so afraid of death, Noah knew the feeling.
GÇ£My name is Jester, and donGÇÖt worry, I will be seeing you soon.GÇ¥
Jester laid the man on the grown as his lungs filled with blood, his vision faded. The lack of oxygen was shutting his brain down. Jester used the man's shirt to wipe off the knife. At the very least the man deserved to know the name of the man who had taken his life, Noah owed him that much.
Placing the knife in his back pocket Noah turned his attention from the dying man and back to Fae, grabbing the high mercenary by his elbow and pulling him to his feet.
GÇ£Lets go, we need to find a place that is safe for you to come down off your high.GÇ¥ |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2014.10.17 21:29:00 -
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With a high, concussed, and probably unconscious Galm resting on the less than sterile floor Jester took over the task of procuring a room. He had just finished working out the details when Fae started to regurgitate the contents of his stomach all over the floor. Noah let out a heavy sigh, it was going to be a long night.
Galm Fae wrote:GÇ£When did I drink Quafe?GÇ¥
GÇ£You kept telling me it was the greatest drink ever, you downed nearly a whole case of the crap. That and you wouldnGÇÖt stop eating some weird stew IGÇÖm pretty sure was made from fedo, or at least thats what it smelled like.GÇ¥
Noah helped Galm to his feet, ignoring the smell, and guided him to the room. The room was bare, two small beds, a single old chair, two tables, and a community bathroom. On the upside they had a decent view.
GÇ£Get yourself cleaned up. IGÇÖm going to make something to eat.GÇ¥
Noah left Galm to his own devices for a few minutes while he left to use the community kitchen, making sure to lock the door as he left. While Galm was dragging them around the station Noah had managed to gather a few supplies. He needed Fae to eat something, or at least try. There was little doubt in NoahGÇÖs mind that anything the man consumed would not be staying in his stomach for long. Nevertheless he would make something to eat.
Noah returned several minutes later with two plates of curry and rice. He was by no means an expert chef, but he was capable of making a few things. It was a simple meal, but one that he hoped Galm could actually keep down. He set both plates down on one of the side tables.
GÇ£It might not taste great but you should try to eat it. IGÇÖm more worried about you becoming dehydrated though.GÇ¥
Noah pulled an IV kit and several solution bags out of a plastic bag he had brought up earlier. He pulled the chair up to the bedside and quickly wrapped a tourniquet around FaeGÇÖs left forearm. Thankfully the clone had decent veins so finding one wasnGÇÖt much of an issue. Without a word of warning Noah inserted the 20 gauge needle into his vein. He waited for blood return before flushing it and tapeing it down. He attached it to tubbing and hung the IV bag on the wall.
GÇ£You are probably going to **** like a horse later, but this will keep you hydrated, donGÇÖt pull it out or IGÇÖm jamming the next one someplace you wonGÇÖt like.GÇ¥
Just as he was finishing up with the IV there was a light knock on the door. Noah drew his bolt pistol and took aim at the door.
GÇ£ItGÇÖs open.GÇ¥
The door swung open revealing a short haired brunette women of mixed descent.
GÇ£You the one who was asking about a nurse?GÇ¥
She looked more like a stripper than a nurse with synthetic body parts, and a face full of makeup. Unless she was there to pretend to be a nurse.
GÇ£Yeah. You will be taking care of him for the night.GÇ¥
Noah pointed his thumb towards Galm as he continued to wretch into a garbage can as he put his pistol away.
While Galm had been wandering around the station with no productive purpose Noah had been gathering supplies. He had also been looking for a clinic. Unfortunately the inhabitants of Snowfall had informed him that the clinic had been shut down by Grabrac a few years ago. Those that had been working there either left the station or moved on to other opportunities. After some searching he had managed to find a nurse who had been working at some place called Hawkers.
GÇ£You know I havenGÇÖt actually practiced as a nurse for awhileGÇ¥
GÇ£Its fine, IGÇÖm sure you still remember what to doGÇ¥
She only offered up a slight smile in response.
GÇ£There is some food there if you are hungry, you can spend the night here too if you want.GÇ¥
Noah motioned to the plates of food and then the second bed as he stood up from the chair.
GÇ£IGÇÖll be back in a few hours, just make sure the baka doesnGÇÖt aspirate on his own vomit.GÇ¥
With a sigh he headed for the door.
GÇ£Oh, there are a few sedatives in that bag if he gets to be too much for you. Although IGÇÖm not really sure how effective they will be on him. Lock the door when I leave and donGÇÖt let anyone else in.GÇ¥
With nothing left to say Noah let her get to her job and headed back into the chaos. There was still a number of things he needed to take care of before he called it a night.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
63
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Posted - 2014.10.26 13:56:00 -
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GÇ£Nice jobGÇ¥
Although the voice was soft and lacked any malice its unexpected nature caused the nurse to jump reflexively as she took in a sudden and sharp breath.
GÇ£ItGÇÖs just me.GÇ¥
Noah offered. Although he spoke reassuring words they lacked any kind of warmth or compassion. He sounded exhausted and distant. The soldier took a few steps towards her. As he came into view she released the breath she had quickly pulled in. A look of relief washed over her face as her body visibly relaxed. The feeling of relief only lasted a moment. Her face tensed up again as she got a better look at him. Dark splotches of blood peppered his sweater. His face bore the results of a recent fight. The nanites within his body had already gotten to work, quickly clotting his blood and stitching together the torn skin.
GÇ£What happened?GÇ¥
Noah only offered a blank stare in response. She was quick to take the hint his silence provided. He leaned his body against the wall, lighting a cigarette. An awkward silence filled the room, only to be broken up by the sound of Noah sliding down the wall. The soldier was more lost in thought than exhausted. He was processing the information he had just gathered, but also struggling with the nature of the mission even more. The more attached he became the harder it was going to be. Closing his eyes he pushed aside the feelings of doubt. Expelling a large lungful of air and smoke he refocused himself on completing his duty.
GÇ£You should get some sleep, IGÇÖll watch after him.GÇ¥
The tired nurse did not bother to argue. She pulled her weary body up from the chair and into the open bed. Noah blankly stared out the window, lost in his thoughts. The clove cigarette hung loosely between his lips as it slowly burned.
The soldier remained there as the night gave way to the early morning. He had spent the night sorting through his thoughts, and while he was still conflicted he had come to a conclusion.
Morning had arrived he let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his face with his hands to pull himself out of his thoughts. He was about to spend another day fighting for his life.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
65
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Posted - 2014.11.06 01:33:00 -
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After they left the room Noah had quickly lost track of Galm. He was rambling on about waffles, or pancakes, or some other sort of breakfast dish. In all honesty Noah had not been paying attention to what the man had been saying. He was more concerned with making sure that he was at least fit to complete his job. He was also in the process of finishing business with the nurse. As long as Fae wasnGÇÖt retching up his internal organs Noah didnGÇÖt much care what he was doing or saying.
The two had left the building at the same time, and for a few minutes Noah had remained with Fae, making sure he wasnGÇÖt going to tumble down a set of stairs and toss his face into a concrete wall. After a minute it was apparent that Fae had no intention of taking things slow or easy. After Fae jumped down a flight of stairs Noah abandoned his attempts at watching out for the man. He was either going to make it to the diner, or he was going to wind up dead in a stairwell.
Noah watched Galm jump down another flight of stairs, barely able to keep himself upright. With a sigh and drag on his cigarette the soldier turned away from the staircase and went off on his own. As he turned his back on Galm he felt a slight drop in his stomach. A slight pang of guilt. Noah had made the decision to accompany Galm yesterday, and although he had never agreed to take watch over him he still felt slightly responsible for him. With a long drag on his cigarette and some will power he shoved the feeling aside.
Jester was in no rush to get to the diner, the thought of greasy breakfast meats sitting in his stomach, or flour based breakfast cakes slowly expanding in his gut did not sound very appealing. He had also spent the majority of his night watching Galm regurgitate the contents of his stomach multiple times. So he was going to take his time, gather his thoughts, before he reached the appointed meeting place.
Galm Fae wrote:"Kador!" he thundered, "You look like hammered ****!"
Jester had wandered in just as Galm was causing another scene and accusing the Templar of looking like crap.
GÇ£You have no room to talk Fae.GÇ¥ Noah spoke in a deadpan tone.
The soldier tossed himself into a booth next to the others, sitting sideways with his legs hanging out the end of the booth. For the sake of appearances Noah ordered a cup of coffee, but he was going to refrain from eating any food. Besides it looked like Junko and Vyzion were eating enough for all of them. He leaned his head up against the wall and expelled a large amount of smoke from his lungs. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
65
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Posted - 2014.11.10 02:43:00 -
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Jester silently observed the commotion from the comfort of his booth, only showing mild interest in what was happening. It wasnGÇÖt that what was happening was not interesting, he just could not emotionally invest himself into what was going on. The soldier had used up his stores of empathy and caring on Fae the day before. Given GalmGÇÖs current actions Jester was starting to regret his decision.
GÇ£Should'a just left him next to GansuGÇ¥
It was his own personal opinion on the matter, unfortunately the job required him alive and in a semi functional capacity. Jester was having a hard time determining if GalmGÇÖs actions were to the drugs, head trauma, or both. There was also the possibility that impulsive and confrontational was his base line. Noah was really hoping it was the drugs and head trauma.
When Vyzion applied the rather disgusting mash of chewed food to the mortals wound Noah couldnGÇÖt help but raise an eyebrow. It wasnGÇÖt like it was that difficult to get ice for the burn.
GÇ£Hey Doc, remind me, which backwater Matari school certified you?GÇ¥
Although his comment was meant in jest he was beginning to harbor doubts as to the legitimacy of their medic. Jester was just going to have to trust that Vyzion knew what he was doing when his life was on the line.
As the others greedily consumed their meals Jester absentmindedly swirled his mug of coffee counter clockwise. He had yet to take a sip from the mug, eliciting more than a few sneers of disgust from the waitress. Jester simply offered her a crooked grin whenever she passed by. If he had the emotional energy to sympathize with her he probably would have ordered a meal for her sake. As it was though the majority of his faculties were engaged with all of the potential problems they were soon to be facing.
The scale of the job, the weight that they bore should they find themselves successful. The pit fights themselves presented a unique challenge, and with the possibility of a free for all being announced it only made things more complicated. If what Junko said was true then the majority of their group presented problems. As a former champion Galm had a target on his back. Thal and Kador were both Templars, and as a result they were likely to be targeted as well. There was no shortage of mercs that disagreed with the Empire. Then there was Junko, she had managed to make quite an impression in her first round fight. Jesters first round fight on the other hand had been completely pedestrian. His match had taken place in the middle of the night. If one was to describe it nicely it would have been boring. He did not use any flashy speed or techniques, and he had taken his fair share of blows. His goal had been to make it to the next round without drawing attention to himself, he did not want to be remembered.
GÇ£If the second round really is going to be a giant cluster **** you two altar boys might want to watch your backs.GÇ¥
In addition to being generally disliked the Templars would probably have to deal with the fallout from the customs incident from the other day.
Jester still needed to finish gathering intel on the locations and patterns of the stations security forces. In addition to that he still needed to figure out the operating locations of the lesser gangs. When everything started to go to hell they could end up posing a considerable threat. The soldier was starting to wish there was a big red button he could just hit to vent the whole station and space everyone. Jester let out a heavy smoke filled sigh, things were only about to get more complicated.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
73
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Posted - 2015.03.01 09:23:00 -
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Jester remained in the booth for some time after the others had departed. His gaze fixed upon the now lukewarm cup of coffee he neglected to consume. Unfortunately the six ounces of room temperature sludge offered him no answers. With a sigh and a considerable amount of will be managed to peel his eyes from the off white mug, and removed himself from the booth. He placed a handful of isk onto the table.
"Thanks for the coffee," he gave the waitress a half hearted smile as he left the dinner. The moment his foot hit the ferocrete outside he pushed all thoughts aside and focused on what had to be done. The depressed aura that had engulfed him vanished. It was replaced by an aura of confidence and purpose.
Gliding through the crowded station streets Jester moved with relative ease among the masses. Although his progress was hampered by the sheer numbers the closer he got to The Pits. He was the last member of the team to fight.
Jester managed to catch most Galm's fight on the giant holo screens outside of the arena. A soft disgusted tone escaped his mouth when he saw close up shot of Galm. The mans eyes were glazed over and distant. Jester wasn't even sure Galm knew what the hell he was doing. Jester was wondering if all the trouble he had gone through yesterday was worth it. From the look of things Galm was in for another rough night.
Due to the time of his fight Jester was unable to watch Kador's match but he was able to catch the highlights on the screens inside the locker room.
Jester's sat on a bench with his elbows resting upon his knees and his head bowed as if in a silent prayer. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. His body was already warmed up.
"Jester you're up."
The soldier rose up and followed the assistant towards the entrance. He could feel the crowds energy before he heard it. The energy was feral and bloodthirsty. Jester made a conscious decision to tune it out. He could not allow himself to be swallowed up by the crowds will.
Unlike with the others fights there was very little fanfare. After his name was announced he shut out all unnecessary distractions. The last sound he heard was booing from the crowd. He had opted to not wear a shirt and as a result his cartel tattoo was in plain sight. Apparently the idea of a rival pirate entering into the fights was not well received. Even if the symbol identified him as a member of the non-combat division of the Angel Cartel.
Jester never heard the name of his opponent it didn't much matter. The woman across from him was immortal even if he destroyed her body she would live on in another shell.
Out of respect for his opponent he offered a quick bow before assuming his fighting stance. The bell rung and the fight was underway.
Unlike the others Jester's fight lacked flare or massive amounts of internal organs leaving the body. It was simply a fight between two combatants. Fortunately his opponents skill level was below his own. Even then he was cautious, knowing that a mistake against even an unskilled opponent could be deadly. Jester used only counter punches and strikes. Inflicting the most damage possible with the minimum energy expended.
The fight dragged on for nearly ten minutes. His exhausted opponent threw a haphazard punch that Jester capitalized on. In a fluid motion he knocked to her knees and drove an elbow down hard into the base of her skull. There was a soft popping sound as the c2and 3 vertebrae were severed, paralyzingly her from her neck down. If she was lucky and if Jester had struck with enough force her lungs would be rendered non functional and she would die within the next few minutes. At the very least she would feel no pain as her vital organs shut down due to lack of oxygen.
With his task complete he bowed to his now dying opponent and left the same way he had entered. He did not bother acknowledging the crowd much to their displeasure. Rather than being showered with the cheers of a satisfied audience he was serenaded by a chorus of boos and several choice adjectives. With his performance he may have just turned himself into the villain of the tournament in the crowds eyes.
He made his way towards the showers to cool himself down after the fight. Galm was the first person he saw upon entering.
"Nice fight there kid dynamite, you look like something that came out the wrong end of a fedo."
Jester's suspicions were confirmed when he got a closer look at Galm. He was high on something.
As he turned towards the showers he saw a stumbling Templar that could barely keep himself upright.
"On second thought he looks like the backside of a fedo, you just look like crap."
While he found it rather humorous that the Templar was experimenting he was pissed Galm had taken anything after last night.
He walked away from the showers and sat down across from Galm.
"So what are you two on and how much." He needed to know if he was going to help the both of them get through it.
As he asked he pulled a pack of clove cigarettes out of his pocket. He shook it, there were only a few left. Returning his gaze to Galm he quietly lit the cigarette waiting for either of them to answer.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
76
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Posted - 2015.03.15 05:01:00 -
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A wide grin found its way to his lips as he watched the Templar stagger towards the showers. If they had not been currently on a job than the soldier would have delighted in the Templar's high, or taken the time to enjoy the amenities offered by the station.
The grin only remained for a few moments before being replaced by a much more subdued expression as he turned his attention to Galm. The news that his supposed guard had drugged him was disconcerting. Apparently the snake of a man intended to control them through chemical means. The part that worried Jester the most was that Galm believed he was fine. Unless the man intended to remain high there would be consequences. Jester sighed expelling a good deal of smoke from his lungs. He wanted to remind Galm about the wonderful experience the previous night but the soldier did as he was asked and held his tongue. It would do them no good to argue about it anyways.
Galm's change of topic to The Pits elicited another heavy sigh from Jester. He had one his fight in an unspectacular fashion, probably creating more enemies then fans.
"Fight went fine. A few bruised ribs and a few cuts, not a big deal." As he spoke he gently touched a small cut on his right cheek. "No one tried to munch on my ear though."
Unlike some of the other competitors he did not enjoy the screaming crowds, or feed off of their energy. He had a hard time focusing during his fight. He had to actively try to tune out the crowd noise so he could focus. Although he did not like the public spectacle he had to admire those who could deal with that type of pressure so naturally.
"You going to be ok on your own tonight or do I need to call the nurse again?"
He brought the conversation back around to the drugs and the fact that he could not afford to spend an entire night babysitting a strung out merc again. He needed to remain focused on the job at hand or he risked getting caught up in the station like so many others. |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
77
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Posted - 2015.03.23 19:20:00 -
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Rather than interrupting the drugged up pit fighter Jester decided it was best to simply listen. He wanted to ask what he meant by not being able to contact the nurse and what he meant by taken care of. Jester held his tongue for a moment while Fae continued to speak.
Quote:"There was a bit of a... Misjudgment. Grabarc suspects treason in his midst, but not from us. As far as he's concerned his biggest threats are rival Gurista lords trying to cut in on his hold on Snowfall. Which means we can either, A, murder everyone on this station and make the region safer all in one go... Or B, work with some of the bastards and have someone replace as head of Snowfall after a hostile takeover. I favor A, but I suspect B will save man unnecessary deaths."
The news that Grabarc was potentially struggling to keep control of the station did not come as a big surprise. If there was not some attempt by the other lords to increase their influence they would be a poor excuse for pirates. What did surprise him was the mention of another plan. The idea of inciting a coup. Removing one tyrant only to be replaced by another. In most cases it was better to deal with the devil you knew. Besides trying to stage a coup could potentially take a considerable amount of time unless Grabarc had lost a considerable amount of control to another lord.
Quote:"Believe it or not I might... Gods help me... Feel for some of the citizens here. Not care, not by a long shot... But I... I guess... Feel... Does that make sense or is that the Crash talking?"
Jester let out a soft sigh when Galm mentioned feeling something for the inhabitants of Snowfall. Given that he had previously lived there Jester doubted it was just the drugs coursing through his veins. For a moment he didnGÇÖt say anything, not entirely sure what to say. The nearly burned out cigarette hung limply between his lips.
GÇ£IGÇÖm sure its just the large amount of Crash in your system. The stuff can make you a little emotional. Or so I hear.GÇ¥
He had no idea if he was saying the right thing or making matters more complicated. All that he knew was that the job he was hired for was to remove the station, render it inoperable. That meant there would be a large number of casualties. He had accepted the outcome the moment he had agreed to the contract.
GÇ£What happened with the nurse? and what is the Templar taking care of?GÇ¥ His voice remained calm although slightly irritated.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
77
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Posted - 2015.03.26 00:55:00 -
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Quote:GÇ£I know I made the right choice."
GÇ£Fine.GÇ¥
Jester did not really care if Galm believed he made the GÇ£rightGÇ¥ choice. The choice was made it did not really matter if it was right or wrong. As far as Jester was concerned there was no right or wrong, just choices, and consequences to be dealt with. GalmGÇÖs choice was unfortunate though. The nurse he had just condemned to death would be leaving behind a daughter. It was what might happen to her that bothered him. Jester was wondering if it would not be kinder to simply kill the daughter than allow her to live and be taken by GrabarcGÇÖs men. There were fates worse than death, and at the moment images of children in cages kept popping up in his mind.
The soldier leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. He felt like there was a heavy weight resting on his chest. If he had been a normal human he might have been concerned his heart was starting to fail. For a brief moment the idea to quit smoking floated through his mind. The idea was easily shoved aside. He was immortal after all, a little poison and smoke damage to his lungs was not a big deal anymore.
GÇ£You know she had a daughter.GÇ¥
He was already speaking of her in the past tense. He did not need to mention the kid but he felt it needed to be said. That Galm needed to know the consequences of his decisions. Or at least thats what he was telling himself. In the back of his mind Jester knew he did not want to be the only one to carry the burden of what you happen to the young girl. It was a cruel thing to even mention to Galm but it made the weight on his chest lighter.
GÇ£My next fight IsnGÇÖt for awhile.GÇ¥ Jester stood as he spoke, tossing the burned out cigarette into a corner of the room. GÇ£Break a leg in your next fight.GÇ¥ He said it sarcastically but a part of him was wishing he would. GÇ£IGÇÖll see you later.GÇ¥ Jester hooked his fingers into his pockets as he walked out of the locker room, leaving Galm alone.
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