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True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13358	Posted - 2014.09.22 23:38:00 - [1] - Quote Kador shivered against the cold frame work of the Caldari vessel, a cut down Crow class Interceptor, despite the thick layering of his cloak. The cloak itself was more choice the necessity he found during the long voyage throughout the Tenal region. There were a great many familiar faces, some he was not wholly comfortable around and was glad for the ambiguity the cloak provided. Surprisingly however few people questioned his presence though he did attach a few puzzled glances as neck were craned to catch a glimpse of his face through the drab, roughspun cowl. Those who did not already know of his presence came away dissatisfied. Those who did manage a glimpse under the hood would have seen the normally distinct Amarrian features Kador bore now hollowed and drawn, the typically sun bronzed skin having somewhat submitted in favour of a more ashen pallor. In the days leading up to the mission he had chosen to fast, choosing only break on a half loaf of grainy bread and honeyed milk. Nor had he slept his fill, choosing instead to seek the Summit Gymnasium during the early morning hours for solitude and peace. There was something to the cycles of callisthenic routines he had been taught, the stretches worked all of the bodies muscles exercising all forms of stress built up within them, while being strenuous enough to cause him to break out in a sweat. As such dark rings had formed around his eyes, and the lines of his face had become more pronounced. Moreover a thin layer of stubble had formed, unchecked, across his cheeks, while he hair lay dishevelled and tousled. Though he loathed to submit his leisure clone to such harsh methods of change it would be necessary. He smiled, possessed of a grim humour. There had been little enough to do in the hours leading up to this moment but refer to the small Nanpali primer he'd brought with him and take a quiet please from his deception. Perhaps it was because they knew him that the deception was successful, though it mattered not, they were not the test. Were it not for these distractions he would have brooded over the conversation that had led him to this place, and all the reasons he should not have been present. "Damnable Caldari" he muttered under his breath, thinking of the red eyed half-breed. He shivered again as a slight burst of cool air was expelled from one of the vents behind his seat. This seemed to happen often, often enough for him to suspect this was the doing of their "captain". He could have moved at any time to another seat, but he didn't want to give the mysterious capsuleer the satisfaction. He ignored if instead focusing on the list of Nanpali terms he had set himself to memorise in order to pass the time, mouthing the unfamiliar sounds quietly to perfect their pronunciation. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13378	Posted - 2014.09.26 03:53:00 - [2] - Quote (( Reserved Pending long and outrageously long exposition filled post that may or may not be contained within a single 6000 character limit)) "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13387	Posted - 2014.09.30 00:05:00 - [3] - Quote The line moved quickly, papers, pat down, bribe, papers, pat down, bribe. It was simple, functioned like oiled clockwork. Kador spent the five minutes in the line staring down at the back of the woman in front of him running through his story. She wore a leather jacket, dark, scarred leather, fabric fraying at the edges where time and use had worn away at its surface, a pair of loose fitting camouflaged khaki trousers resting low on the hips. He also noticed oddly that her midriff was exposed as if it was something she wanted people to look at. He perished the thought, his understanding of these things were limited, for who would actually wish that kind of impropriety on themselves......and yet he was looking. It's the role, he told himself firmly. Kaldrin would....no has to do this It was a simple and, he hoped, believable story he had been told, something these people would love to play into. The whole notion sounded ridiculous to him but who was he to judge, he was playing as far out of home field as possible. He noted Galm nearby in conversation with one of the security officers, a slaver tugging at his cargo pants, he notices a few of the others gathering brief glimpses of them through the crowd. He saw Steadyhand however, at the end of one of the lines surrounded by a half dozen security guardsmen, his voice booming. Kador turned away, ignoring the scene, focusing on the check point ahead of him. Finally the queue melted away before him leaving him standing at the head of the line confronted with a grizzled looking security guard, balding, streaks of grey in his hair a bored look on his face, and another younger man with violet eyes sitting in a booth behind a dense steel mesh glaring out at him. It was the security that approached him first, a single hand held out before him in the universal gesture to stop, other hand fingering the bodywork of his gun with an trained precision. "Yer goin' te haf to remove the robes Jaijii." He stated calmly. "Can't haf no baka like you walkn' in ere whirout a check." The man's dialect was rural, fragmented, Kador could barely make sense of it. He recognised the term for his robes Instead he simply nodded. He raised his hands to release the cords that held the cloak tight around his neck, noting with a certain approval as the security officer neither flinched or took his eyes of the Amarrian hands as they moved about beneath the cloak. It dropped away with a muffled thump piling up on the floor about his ankles. Beneath it he had been wearing a lavish outfit, the produce of some Amarrian designer he'd never heard of until recently. A velvety black doublet which cut a striking figure fanning out at the shoulders giving his upper torso a triangular look. A silver embroider ran about the neck and shoulders in the flowing pattern of glory vines, small leaves and dainty petals peeling off from the stems at irregular intervals. He also wore dark leather legging of a tougher material twin lines of silver running along the hems, and along the stitching. With a clinical precision the guardsman went to work roughly patting him down, working the length of his arms, chest, and legs. Once he was satisfied the Amarrian had no concealed weapon he stepped back taking the cloak from the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. "Clean" the Guardsman nodded, proffering a meaty palm. A moment later his eyes were bulging was as a 100 ISK chit dropped into his palm, he waved Kador on to the booth and started to take to the next on the queue with a renewed vigour. As he approached the booth he drew forth the papers he had been provided with before they had arrived, unfurling them and readying them for presentation. "Paper's Plea..... right" came a softer voice from within the booth snatching the papers from his extended hands. " Well Mr..... Kaldrin Oussariun what's you business at Shoashu Saasanko?" "Oussurian. But uh...call me Kal" He corrected quickly, trying to project his voice through the thick mesh at the man beneath, lowering his head to the window. He sounded oddly confident, like he used to back before....... "Out to tour the Tenal Circuit, here to fight in the tournament , and win or loose looking for a good time a couple of girls...... you don't see much... well you know in the Empire." The rustling of paper stopped briefly interrupted by a chuckle, the violet eyes flicked over the the security guard, who stopped mid way through patting a down one of the other "pilgrims". Custom's Officer addressed the Guardsman in some kind of language Kador could not understand but the pique at the end indicated a question. The exchange was a quick backwards and forwards between the pair, Custom's agent chuckling mixed with a rough barking of a particularly long winded exposition on the part of the older man. "More than free to go in Jaijii once you take care of the Custom's Fee's for the administration and registration.... I'm afraid you will have to step out of line to complete the forms....we cannot have you holding up other patrons you under stand." The eyes flicked back to him and he thought he saw a flash of overly whitened teeth. With a sigh be drew his NeoCom to receive the registration data, and left the line to fill it in. He returned to Customs Officer a momment later., no doubt he'd be paying those bribes again however he attentions were drawn to a brutal scene. Galm set upon Steady with a brutal efficiency levelling blow after blow at the man's head leaving him a wreck, and stepping away with bloodstained fists. "Well if Howe says you are worth the time of day then I guess you are. You just don't look the type y'know, took you for some ponce Amarr fop out of Mehkios or some **** y'know. That one there is a real fighter. I pity you kid you signed on to fight him." "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13397	Posted - 2014.10.01 12:43:00 - [4] - Quote GÇ£I pity you kidGÇ¥ The words reverberated through his mind for several seconds before he was able to return to the matter at hand, reaching out and handing over his personal NeoCom to CustomGÇÖs, who took the data pad with a flourish. Kador ran a palm through his tousled hair, grimacing as Galm strode of with Noah on his trail, straight through the CustomGÇÖs portal and into the city proper beyond. How the pair got through so easily was a mystery to him but the guard seemed genuinely excited to have seen the half-breed, enough to let him know Galm was somewhat well known around these parts. GÇ£You know him?GÇ¥ He shot across the counter, attempting to sound as surely as possible. GÇ£ Tiny guyGÇÖd have to grow another foot to even land a punch.GÇ¥ From behind the mesh an evil chuckle sounded once again. GÇ£Know him? Not personally..... but that was quite a show....guy must have been round the circuit a time or two.GÇ¥ He replied, his effeminate voice full of scorn tinged with what he could only discern as mirth. GÇ£Papers are cleared and registration is complete. Welcome to Snowfall Mr Oussurian.GÇ¥ He nodded his thanks, taking the NeoCom back, and proceeded on through the gate. As he passed through the portal he found himself instantly greeted by the familiar sounds and smells of urban city life, and though the sights themselves varied in a very distinct manner, he found himself enjoying the solidarity of the timeless feeling of concrete beneath his boots. Compared to the loading bay the city itself was warm and vibrant, the air held a certain humidity that was not present , and seemed to possess its own weight and hundreds, possibly thousands of others breathed the same recycled air. He glanced around looking for some sign of the others to no avail. Instead he wandered down the main thoroughfare for several hundred meters drinking in the sights and sounds, admiring with scale of the station and its interior city. Around him rose tall, blocky buildings, sections corroding and smeared with surrealist graffiti and tags of gangs or artists, other sections bore designs of well know individuals in caricature. Every surface was covered with boards bearing Caldanese text or Neon advertisements in Nanpali script denoting the nature of the buildings themselves. As he walked he passed through a pillar of steam rising from one of the curbsides many grates. They smelt like urine, and were awash with a foul waste water, several small, empty glass canisters, and sodden lumps of paper trailing their gaudy colours that tinged the tepid flow in odd patterns. Elated at the rush of warm air that ran up his body, and the sense of freedom he found himself exposed to Kador quickened his pace, leaping the curb in a single step and tacked onto a group of revelatory teens enjoying their evening. No one questioned him, few besides the street peddlers hawking their greasy looking foods spared him the time of day, and he soon realised that to them he was just another well dressed fool looking to waste his money. He stopped off at one of the stall, ducking under the low hanging veil and ordered in broken Nanpali the first thing on the menu. What he received moments later was a fried pocket of bread filled with some unidentifiable meat sauce and a small glass of what appeared to be thick, dark green liquor. He glanced suspiciously at the stall owner raising an eyebrow. The response was immediate. The man let out a loud gaffaw, slapping at his belly with his free hand, and let loose a stattaco burst of unintelligible words. When he saw the young Amarrian hesitate he gestured, first at the cup, making to down the glass in a single dose, then to take a bite of the meat. Oddly enough Kador found himself following the manGÇÖs gestures, a genuine grin now forming across his features. The thick mixture tasted foul, the taste of alchol was overpowering, causing his face to loosen and lips to purse, eliciting another loud gaffaw from the stall owner. The meat however was delicious and despite his watering eyes he swore it was the best thing heGÇÖd eaten in weeks. The sauce was rich, meat tough but flavoursome and juicy. He intended to inquire further as to what it was but decided better, tossing the man another chit and wandering out from under the stall and back into the crowd. He finished the pocket quickly followed the flow of the crowd further on down into the labyrinth of alleys. He passed several men out in uniform, all Matari, who ducked between the crowded groups offering the passers small cards bearing the inappropriately dressed, or even nude forms of women, each one bearing contact information, addresses, rates. He noted with a sense of trepidation that his vision was blurring around the edges, and his movements had become more lax and less controlled. It felt right though, there lost in the roar of the crowd and the hustle of the street corner. One dashed over to him holding out the stack of cards in a greasy looking hand. Kador grabbed a fist full of them and kept walking, quickly flicking through them. He pulled out one however, he liked the look of this one, by the name of Chastity, a disproportionately busty, blonde, Intaki too. This one he folded neatly through the centre, tucking it into his breast pocket and casting the others aside. He thought Denak might have approved, but considering the manGÇÖs dour repose and grim facade perhaps it would have been the opposite. Still the card have given him what heGÇÖd needed. An address, a small map, and more importantly a place near the Pits where he could enter watch the combatants before entering his fights. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13397	Posted - 2014.10.01 12:47:00 - [5] - Quote HawkerGÇÖs. Quickly he drew forth the card again; momentarily appreciating one of the sides more so than the other and several passersby whistled their own appreciation. The map was rudimentary, only denoting the key roads and tram ways that would be required to reach the Pits. Kador ducked down one of the side alleys, pushing through the crowd, then past several shady looking individuals taking long breaths from those small glass inhalers. He emerged out onto an equally gaudy street, with equally excited looking revellers, with the same Matari passing out the cards of the local whores. He grabbed some more, barely looking at these until he came to one of the tram stations. There he pressed into one of the overloaded carts with two dozen other reeking bodies, half stinking of liquor, the other of sweat and **. Fortunately he managed to secure a position in one of the corners where he busied himself perusing the smaller cards. Suddenly a wave of new passengers piled on to the cart, pushing a stumbling, drunken Gallentean against him who despite being out of earshot of his friends continued to ramble on some nonsense about his exploits that evening. GÇ£.....an so that *** wasnGÇÖ..... like for it with Enja nGÇÖ me.....so I jusGÇÖ lef for the bar....kep drunk...drink....GÇÖnGÇ¥ He looked up, finally realising he was speaking to a complete stranger. His face was way too close, breaching all ideals of personal space, breath condensing on KadorGÇÖs cheek as he spoke. GÇ£Oh.....hey buddy...hic..... hey.....Howzit goinGÇÖ hafin fun?GÇ¥ He slurred, continuing on his tirade without a breath. GÇ£ Course yGÇÖare this place is amazinGÇÖ...... got more action thGÇÖn Caille righ ere.GÇ¥ Kador nodded, it was all he could do as he gently pushed the drunk away from him, that awkward grin returning to his face, half amused, half uncomfortable. The tram however continued apace, some of the passengers getting off at various stations, others piling in to continue the crush. He knew heGÇÖd have to make his transfer soon, the card had indicated two lines, the Fall line, and then Main Red down through to the pits and the scummy clubs that surrounded it. He made the transfer quickly, happy to be rid of the clingy Gallentean. The trams came at regular intervals like clockwork, and he was able to proceed down into the Pits with little trouble. The lower he got however the dimmer the light did as well, and fewer drunks rode the elevators. The atmosphere changed; there was a charged anticipation in the air that put him on edge as buildings became more densely packed, smaller arterial alleys running off in various directions from the main streets. They were less crowded, a few groups walked here and there discussing loudly their favourites to win, while couples pressed together intimately as they peeled off down into the alleys following the promised of Vacancy signs, while other more desperate looking fools tested the odds on their NeoComGÇÖs looking for the evenings premier bets. Over all of this came waves or sound, a sonorous roaring that echoed down the claustrophobic alleys denoting a feverish bloodlust that was becoming more prevalent the close he got to the Pits themselves. This wall of noise cut through by the hall marks of charismatic announcers and endorsements in various languages. He realised suddenly that he was excited. Excited to be free to do as he pleased, when he pleased. Here he found no expectations, no demands from his superiors, from his teachings, not even from Satja. It was perhaps the first time he had spared the girl a though since heGÇÖd departed for Snowfall, choosing instead to focus on what he had to do and the role he was going to be playing. The trouble at this point was that the role was so easy to play, it was so easy to let go of those inhibitions in a place like Shoashu Saasanko. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13405	Posted - 2014.10.07 01:06:00 - [6] - Quote As he continued down that road he could not help but notice how the feelings of bloodlust and anticipation became palpable, how the people let loose their inhibitions in the neon glow cast down from the gaudy signs above as they open out onto a wide quadrangle. Humanity seethed here as reveller passed to and fro between the various clubs, bars, and dilapidated peep show that comprised the lower buildings, vices clasped tightly in hand as though someone might simply pull out the rug and cast it all down. Above those, seemingly built atop an older generation of constructs, rose stories of newer, better maintained buildings that continued up into what little he could see of the gloomy reaches of the simulated night sky. These were comprised of finer establishments, one in particular appealed to him, Bastion. Here too the building seemed to close in around him, only slight cracks in the sky line indicated to him that this place was a station and not a true city in its own right, upper limits if the station barely discernible. More pillars of steam rose here than anywhere he had seen in the station and the air was a warmer than anywhere else with a noticeable humidity as sweat mingled with sin. Splayed across the lower limits of buildings from half a hundred holographic panelGÇÖs scene of violence, sex, and corporate advertising blared whipping the crowds into a frenzy of activity as trams crossed over head from suspended rail systems bound for the other districts. He found himself watching the fights on half a dozen panels as men, and some women he discovered, bloodied themselves against one another in the highlights from last seasonGÇÖs circuit. It became very apparent to him in that moment the fights were not simple brawls, there were few if any established rules, and moreover no one watching you back. It seemed weapons were allowed to some degree, small knives or makeshift shanks seemed to be preferable and didnGÇÖt cause the crowd any issues he saw as one woman opened her opponentGÇÖs throat which showered into the GÇ£splash zoneGÇ¥ in a gory display. He started suddenly when he recognised Galm in one of the short clips, several years old given the time stamp of the shoddy recording, depicting a highlight reel of finishing blows seemingly ordered with increasing cruelty and ferocity. Across the plaza he spied a scrawl of nanpali letters, cast in a pink hue, each of the previous letters fusing into the next in an attempt to look modern, however the result was a damnable eyesore. HawkerGÇÖs, it read. Beyond this the club itself was in a state of pure disrepair as corrosion had set in the length of the building, and while efforts had clearly been undertaken to less the look of dilapidation it was impossible to hide. Despite this the club had a steady flow of clientele as a line, primarily of men, funnel through the winding passage of a velvety cordon and through into the building shady foyer. It would be the perfect place for Kador to lay low, he would be one of many hundreds that would pour through that club and spend the evening quietly watching the girls with a drink in hand. Of the vices he himself could comprehend, or had seen, God only knew what this place was hiding. However these two was seemed of less import since he had been known to drink at the Praetoriates celebratory dinnersGÇª..especially after the Junip Crusade. The thought made him chuckle, who would have thought that by the end of such bitter fighting heGÇÖd have spent his evening belting out AthraGÇÖs greatest classics with Classiarii Yassavi and Ctarl. He circled the plaza, passing under the eaves of a dozen buildings, watching with a wide eyed naivety as his curiosity got the better of him. One a single screen high above a woman, heavily tattooed with Caldari and Matari designs, began to sing, discordant notes of the band filling the plaza. It was all surreal, lights, activity, and accessibility. You could have it all for a time at Snowfall. He caught himself a moment later, passed by briskly, ignoring what heGÇÖd seen and dismissing it from his mind heading for the club at before him. He had almost reached the line when a slender arm wrapped itself around his waist causing him to almost jump out of his skin in shock eliciting an amused giggle from his would be GÇ£assailantGÇ¥. She was tall, it was the first thing he noticed, almost reaching above his shoulder on which she rested her head. She had dark hair that cascaded down over her shoulders to the small of her back, smooth looking skin, and the eyes. They were exotic eyes of the Jin-Mei, emerald green like his own, whose colour were brought out by the correct tones of eye shadow, all encompassed within elegant lashes. She certainly was pretty, he admitted to himself. But she was what her employers wanted her to be. Painted and appealing. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13420	Posted - 2014.10.07 01:27:00 - [7] - Quote She said something to him in a foreign language to fast for him to catch. However the inflection was clear. Kador was horrified. He certainly had not been expecting this, not yet, not outside the controlled environment that was the strip club, and it was evident on his face, as he stuttered out a reply in broken Nanpali. When he attempted to turn away she let loose another quick burst, placed a firm hand around his neck, pulled him close. An incredibly awkward silence extended out between them, him just standing there pressed close against her trying to find some way to escape as his rising panic spilled over onto his face, and her sending him provocative looks in return. He tried to be indifferent about the situation as the crowd surged around him but the longer he stood there the surer he was that something was wrong. The perfume she wore was a heady blend of earthy scents that provoked the mind as well as something baser. It dominated everything else in a strangely enjoyable manner. It was as if his senses were dulled, as if his mind worked slower than usual and was losing its presence, and all the worries seemed to slip away along with his hesitance. She was smiling, it was all that mattered. Somewhere nearby someone was shouting, it grew louder. Then for a moment she looked confused, the smile was gone. Are they talking to me or to her? He wondered still enjoying the womanGÇÖs scent. DoesnGÇÖt matterGÇª. IGÇª. The next she was scowling as another, releasing her grip on his and shrugging him off as she mingled back with the crowd, disappearing as she latched onto another man. The scent faded and everything seemed to come back into focus, the crowd, the smell of **** and sweat, and the dull roar that was the crowd around him as they pushed in close around him. Oddly enough no one had batted and eye at him during this exchange. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. GÇ£You looked a little in over your head with that oneGÇª.GÇ¥ Came a voice from the crowd, causing Kador to glance around for its source, whoever it was they were nearby. GÇ£GÇª.Looked like you could use a hand Jaijii.GÇ¥ GÇ£ThankyouGÇ¥ He replied, still looking around. His head hadnGÇÖt fully cleared yet and he was having trouble placing the voices owner. GÇ£Never been hit by that kind of ambush beforeGÇªGÇ¥. A sharp pat on the back drew him to his rescuer, another sigh escaping as he began to recognise the same leather jacket, and exposed midriff. There was a peal of laughter, thenGÇª.. GÇ£Oh yup I was right, it was you.GÇ¥ "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13427	Posted - 2014.10.09 01:07:00 - [8] - Quote GÇ£Maneater?GÇ¥ He repeated stupidly, not really catching on to what his saviour was saying. GÇÿYeah the kind to latches onto an innocent, spoilt, rich looking girlGÇªor boy like yourself, spends the entire time with him without discussing the fee, then has her two brotherGÇÖs take his cashGÇª.or break his legs.GÇ¥ Came her indifferent response. He looked down at her for the first timeGÇª..actually looked, not just stared. She was of middling height, thin, with a round heart shaped face. His first thought was that she looked like a boy. He clothes werenGÇÖt exactly effeminate, as she still wore her khaki cargo pants, heavy boots, and that leather jacket zipped up to the chin, hiding, what Kador considered relative to the stripper on his card was a relatively unimpressive bust. She also wore a shabby cap, something similar to one, bearing a small depiction of a half naked fairy with several Caldanese letters he realised. Underneath the cap a was short cut of dark hair with blond highlights that covered the ears and tapered off at the nape of the neck in a series of jagged lengths, a popular style that heGÇÖd seen around the station. Her features were small, a thin string of freckles ran across the tops of her cheeks, her mouth looked as though it was permanently set in a crooked but amused smirk, and her delicate eyes glared up at him a cold blue hue. GÇ£ThanksGÇ¥ He replied. GÇ£I appreciate that. Whole place is a little overwhelming.GÇ¥ GÇ£No worries Jaijii, I donGÇÖt like her anyway. She cheats with that perfume yGÇÖknow, get a whiff of it and you just canGÇÖt say no.GÇ¥ Her smirk slipped a bit as she glanced around as if looking for someone. Her stance was sold, defiant as the crowd pressed in, hand in the jackets pockets, feet splayed confidently, chest forwards without the slightest indication of a hunch. She couldnGÇÖt have been more than three years his junior. GÇ£Waiting on someone?GÇ¥ He offered politely. GÇ£Yeah, friendsGÇª.. said theyGÇÖd stop off at one of the Drop Dens and meet me here to check out the pits. We all ordered tickets months ago. No splash zone thoughGÇª..GÇ¥ She sounded genuinely disappointed. GÇ£You were heading in right. What was it you said at CustomGÇÖs? You donGÇÖt see much action in the Empire?GÇ¥ She gestured to HawkerGÇÖs and Kador flushed a bright red. GÇ£Damn we have a regular Choirboy right hereGÇª..what was all that attitude for AriiGÇÖs sake or something? Buy us a drink and weGÇÖll stop teasingGÇª.maybeGÇ¥ Kador felt his brow furrow. This was a whole other can of something. As grateful as he was to have been saved fromGÇª. The Maneater, as this girl called her, heGÇÖd preferred to find his own booth, bottle, and the woman on the card. GÇ£IGÇÖd love to, really would, but I just registered, was going to the pit to check it out myself before my matches.GÇ¥ He said in half truths. GÇ£HawkerGÇÖs was justGÇª.there I guess.GÇ¥ She flinched as he mentioned that heGÇÖd registered. Taking a visible step back, collapsing back in on herself, the smirk replaced, lips now a pale, drawn line, eyes looking for an escape. GÇ£NoGÇªuhGÇª. YouGÇÖre joking rightGÇª. I GÇª.dammitGÇªhad to pick the sociopathGÇªGÇ¥ Now Kador frowned. She seemed genuinely scared of him. Was it because he was a Pit fighter? She just continued to back away from him into the crowd, bumping into a pair of reveller, causing one of the men to drop his inhaler which was promptly trampled under the crush off boots. GÇ£***!GÇ¥ His voice was shrill as he rounded on her, grasping at the shoulder of her jacket with spamming hands. GÇ£I fuckinGÇÖ dropped that stuff cause of youGÇª. yo-GÇ£ Before Kador could act she completely reversed the situation, turning on him, shoving him off firmly into the rest of his friends, launching a tirade of profanities at them that even the Templar in her presence could appreciate. Time for me to leave then. He was about to leave when one of the revellers tugged at the hem of his jacket, eye wide with shock. GÇ£LookGÇªj-just stop her okay. Before she hits him or something.GÇ¥ GÇ£Fine.GÇ¥ He shrugged the man off. A circle had formed where the young woman was verbally tearing into the man, crowds jeering and yelling for a fight, others commenting on what the woman should be doing instead. He broke the circle in two strides, pushing between a couple, and approached the pair. GÇ£GÇª.. worthless sack of *. I- whoa wait stopGÇ£ He cut her short, slipping in behind her, locking his arms under her own lifting her off of the ground with ease. She struggled ineffectually, kicking at him, trying to loose herself from his grip, eventually giving up and falling still. GÇ£You said I was a sociopath huh little one.GÇ¥ He chuckled still holding her back ignoring her protestations. The crowd dispersed in a wave of disappointed grunts and moans, and the group of revellers passed by mouthing their thanks, disappearing quickly into the masses. GÇ£Take a walk, you wanted to see the pits right?GÇ¥ "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires"* -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13427	Posted - 2014.10.09 01:10:00 - [9] - Quote She said nothing as he released her, but gestured for him to follow through the crowds, pointing up at a massive prefab structure that look distinctly like the loading bays heGÇÖd seen on arrival. He wasnGÇÖt disappointed. That was all they were, a hollowed out loading bay lit up by heavy spotlights with rows of seating running right up to and surrounding on all sides a large raised platform which he assumed was what the Pit derived it name from. It was comprised of solid concrete, cracked and stained with dark splotches, separated from the stands by heavy chain links, some bearing cruel looking spikes some an inch long, as if designed to torment the combatants. Beside him the girlGÇÖs anger melted away and it was gone by the time they got to the arena, replaced instead with excitement as she hurried down to inspect one of the empty rings. There was a genuine excitement written all over her face, a grin that could not be dampened. He followed her at his own pace, as she flitted over from the arena to the splash zone, taking a seat and staring up into the heavy flood lights, hand sheltering her eyes. Kador took a seat next to her, admiring the view from the GÇ£splash zoneGÇ¥ contemplating grimly that it could well be his blood that was being paid for by those twisted enough to enjoy such seating arrangements. He glanced down, slowly reaching down, returning with what he identified as a molar, partially cracked, clenched in his hand. His savoir saw what heGÇÖd found and flew into a whirlwind of excitement letting loose and appreciative whistle. GÇ£Whose is that?!GÇ¥ She yelled at one of the arena maintenance crewmen, squealing with delight when it turned out to belong to a well know fighter. GÇ£IGÇÖm so jealous.GÇ¥ The Amarrian handed it over wordlessly. The trophy was something he was glad to be rid of, and it seemed to make the girl happyGÇªin her own twisted way, and broke the ice between them. GÇ£So I guess IGÇÖm all right after allGÇ¥ GÇ£Guess so.GÇ¥ She replied indifferently, inspecting the molar, polishing it against her jacket before popping it into the breast pocket. GÇ£How bad can a Choirboy be?GÇ¥ He sighed. It was difficult talking to her when she was like this. GÇ£RightGÇª..well I-GÇ£ He started before he was cut off. GÇ£Had you look yet?GÇ¥ She asked casually, still not looking at him. GÇ£I need a drink. I gotta buy ya one for this yGÇÖknow. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13477	Posted - 2014.10.12 22:52:00 - [10] - Quote TheyGÇÖd chosen HawkerGÇÖs. Apparently she didnGÇÖt mind that it was a strip club, or at least didnGÇÖt feel awkward there despite the line to the club being primarily compose of intoxicated young men and the occasional older gentleman out to the peep shows. She even seemed to find the whole process of the line enjoyable enough, sharply elbowing anyone who tried to grope, laughing all the while as a pair, no older than sixteen, tried to proposition her. To her credit she made the show entertaining, twirling a lock of hair in one of the most clich+¬GÇÖd mannerisms of cinema he knew of, the Gallentean floozy. About half way through a series of rather inappropriate comments from the boys she gestured for him to step in, which he did with great amusement, pushing between them with a grunt. The pair evacuated the line, almost evacuated their cargo pants if Kador was any judge, ducking under the velvet cordon and taking off across the plaza to another bar. As they closed in on the bouncerGÇÖs she became more chatting, familiar even, he supposed that molar had meant more to her than he could have known. She must have spied the card poking out of the top of his pocket because as they approached the bouncers she snatched at it, unfolding it, taking a quick glimpse at the provocative images on it, eying him suspiciously. GÇ£YouGÇÖll fight in Pits but wonGÇÖt even go a conversation without blushing at the mention of strippers? Unbelievable.GÇ¥ The bouncerGÇÖs waved her on without even checkingGÇª..well one of the bouncers did some checking, completely ignoring the Amarrian, who was roughly patted down and had his papers scrupulously checked. Eventually the relented, allowing him to pass on into the club. It was almost entirely what Kador had expected in some respects, and in others his imagination did the place a disservice. Pressed up against one of the near walls dozens on raised catwalks extended into an area of lavish booths, tables, and barstools where dozens of customers fawned over the undulating forms of the exotic dancers. Their bodies were conditioned perfectly, the perfect blend of sex appeal and athleticism required of a professional, and each one he supposed appealed to a kind of client who would favour that dancer with their scripts. Here and there off duty dancers, more oft than not bare breasted and with milky eyes, wandered between the booths offering their varied services to the clientele, seductively glancing at new comers or handing out their own small cards like the one that had resided in KadorGÇÖs breast pocket. Others simply sat at the open bar waiting for them to buy them a drink or perhaps simply waited for their shifts to start, wholly uncaring as they received appreciative stares from staff and patron alike. Beyond the main stages was a large area with another set of raised platforms, however these were packed with speakers and lightGÇÖs designed for musical entertainment and performances, the space he assumed was a dance floor. A few knots of people crowded out onto it drinks in hand moving with the rhythm heavy with bass. Next to that comprising and entire wall of the building with niche bars, each one themed and open to the main thoroughfare through which the dancers performed and passed by on their rounds. There were six. Three that we primarily bars Thirsty HawkerGÇÖs, cELL, and -0, a smoking room the ExecutiveGÇÖs Lounge, a Fretix distributor Breakway, and a Drop Den in The Way Down. He glanced down at his partner as if to indicate that he had no knowledge of where to start. She gave him a nudge and led him towards the bars at the far end of club, tugging at his shirt as one of the strippers passed by, glancing half-heartedly with distracted eyes. She led him to the one with a sign denoting -0, the name was Sub Zero or so she told him, where they made for the bars through a crush of patrons. The first thing he noticed as soon as he stepped foot into the area that comprised -0 was the temperature drop. It plummeted, obviously part of the draw he guessed, and left patrons breath fogging up as it left their mouths. One client resting by the bar was not even letting that be the case. He had two of the half-naked dancer is his arms alternating GÇ£sharing body heatGÇ¥ with them. If the dancers were cold they did not complain, just sipped politely at their beverages, but physically it was impossible to hide the discomfort. GÇ£What is it?GÇ¥ She asked, leaning across the bar ordering some drinks, service for which she received instantly. He took the proffered tray from her and they wandered out to one of a dozen high tables extending down from the ceiling and a pair of barstools. They took their seats and divvied up the drinks, her offering him a generous portion of the smaller glasses. GÇ£This was not what I was expecting I guess.GÇ¥ GÇ£ItGÇÖs not just a strip club yGÇÖknow. Great scene in here, and reasonably safe if you donGÇÖt mind theGÇª.GÇ¥hands on approachGÇ¥ some of these guy take.GÇ¥ He raise an eyebrow, taking another one of the small alcoholic shots and draining the glass. GÇ£You like that sort of thing?GÇ¥ She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. When she exhaled her breath was swirling mix steam. GÇ£Sometimes yeahGÇª.. but whoGÇÖs to say I donGÇÖt come here to appreciate the female form? Some of these dancers just give me the tinglesGÇ¥ She replied sarcastically, grinning and punching at his shoulder at his thoughtful expression. GÇ£Kidding Choirboy, donGÇÖt have a fit. They have ladies nightGÇÖs every other day. Not the same level of talentGÇªbut it has it proGÇÖsGÇ¥ "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon

True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13477	Posted - 2014.10.12 22:54:00 - [11] - Quote They passed the time in companionable conversation, swapping stories, alternating rounds during which time she introduced him to some of the bars famous Sub Zero drinks. He distinctly appreciated the stories she told, when she spoke about Shoashu Sasaanko you could tell she really loved the place. Its greasy hotels and brothels were not the shabby dives and sin filled pits he saw. Even the club, full of exotic dancers and excited male clients, were nothing out of the ordinary, nor too were the back streets where sheGÇÖd be mugged, or done her first shot of Frentix with her sisters. He heard a lot about the place and it soon dawned on him that this was her home just as much as the small Vinyard on that tiny spit of land in the Tash-Murkon, or the Spartan apartments of the TES Eternal Flame, were his. He also spent time watching the shows, the tame ones at first, they were almost artistic in some respects, as dancers in tight-fitting leotards spun on poles some ten or more feet off of the raised catwalks. Awkwardly enough she did too, sniggering as alcohol began to take effect, and his eyes began to wander to the less savoury, where scripts were thrown onto the stage or placed in whatever of their their scanty garments still remained. She didnGÇÖt complain though, nor did she seem against the shows themselves, several times giving the girls deafening wolf whistles over the cheers as the shows ended, more oft than not in a display of flexibility Kador would not have thought possible. Satja was always good at the advanced calisthenicsGÇª he banished the thought before it could take root. It was not appropriate, even in a strip club on Shoashu Sasaanko, and ever would be. Given artificial confidence by the drinks he asked her if sheGÇÖd ever done something similar herself. She unexpectedly blushed, shrugging off the question, mumbling something about how she wasnGÇÖt cut out for it, not conditioned or pretty enough for it. He distracted himself watching another show, as the crowds filed away from the previous one to the darker cloisters of the club to watch what she had told him were some particularly seedy peep shows. The next round of drinks came and Kador was surprised to see two tall, thin glasses capped off at the lid. Within the frosted confines of the glasses with a billowing mass of fluorescent, almost gaudy, colours, swirling about as a gas. He eyed her warily. GÇ£DonGÇÖt worry ChoirboyGÇ¥ She kept using that nickname for him. He supposed it was fitting, and probably not the worst she had for him. GÇ£Just vapors. IGÇÖm not trying to corrupt you entirely yet. The station does that in its own time.GÇ¥ Yet, he considered, a wry smile appearing on his face. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ She drew the glass to her mouth shivering at the chilled glass, the lip of the glass however next to her own. She glanced up, her look saying You still following me? As he nodded back she flipped up the catch of the lid. The vapors seemed to be sucked through into the open air, wispy arms of yellow, green, purple, and pink trying to disperse into the air. She did not let them however, she drew the vapors into her mouth, flicking the lid shut, closed her eyes enjoying the sensation as the vaporised alcohol was absorbed into her blood stream. GÇ£ThatGÇÖs it?GÇ¥ He asked, the round had been damn expensive. She didnGÇÖt reply. Just shook her head, still wrapped up in the drink. Perhaps it was better than he would have though. However she surprised him yet again as she leaned across the table, breaching personal space, exhaling rapidly several times. Where normally only the white mist could be seen, now she could exhale a variety of colours, two of the clouds a rosy pink, the other a sickly green/yellow. At this point Kador knew he had to try his own. He followed her instructions, lip of the glass to the bottom of his own, flipped the catch, and drew in a deep breathGÇª.. And entered a fit of coughing as her drew in far too much. The taste was exquisite, not like any heGÇÖd tasted before. He could understand why she was such a fan. Each vapour had its own taste and they lingered on the tongue, and they fluctuated in strengths so that every few seconds another of the vapours would become prevalent. Even coughing was a pleasant experience. GÇ£Take it easy. Not nearly so muchGÇª.itGÇÖs pretty strong stuff Choirboy.GÇ¥ He could tell, his vision was once again blurring around the edges, however another round was too good to pass up. GÇ£KalGÇª.GÇ¥ He grunted in between fits. GÇ£I appreciate that Choirboy fits okayGÇª..but you could just call me Kal.GÇ¥ GÇ£Why?GÇ¥ GÇ£My nameGÇª.I have oneGÇªGÇ¥ GÇ£No I mean why Kal over Perv, Kakku, JaijiiGÇª..GÇ¥ She said listing a string of other nicknames. GÇ£Right, rightGÇ¥ He placed his hands between them indicating his surrender. GÇ£I get it.GÇ¥ He lapsed back into silence, noting oddly how she glared at him from under her cap. She genuinely looked angry. GÇ£I do something this time? Oogle the wrong person? Not stare at you? What?GÇ¥ GÇ£You know youGÇÖre a real pretentious ass Kal. Evening at a bar and you never ask your partner her name. ItGÇÖs Tahiko Mila by the way, not that you seem to care Kal.GÇ¥ He realised then that she had been right twice that night. Firstly he hadn't asked for her name. It had never occurred to him that sheGÇÖd care to give it, nor that heGÇÖd end up spending nearly so much time conversing with her. Embarrassingly enough heGÇÖd never had much experience with women in his time, and the one time that he had heGÇÖd messed it up beyond recognition. He mumbled his apologies looking well rebuked. She chortled at that, ignoring him and going back to her drink, watching one of the dancers intently. Secondly the scene was good. Despite the cold rooms of the bar the club itself was packed. Dance floors were filling up around the place as several different bands, DJGÇÖs, and other acts were starting up. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13477	Posted - 2014.10.12 22:56:00 - [12] - Quote Patrons crowded in around them, pushing to get the front row spots, carving out their own areas of space in groups where theyGÇÖd dance, sing, whisper in the ears of the acts between songs. Lights pulsed to the beat of discordant music drowning out the conversations of the other tables. Mila was still speaking across the table at him but he could not hear a word of it. Instead he just followed her gestures nodding every now and then. Several acts came and went, setting up, playing, tearing down leaving odd moment of calmness and quiet throughout the club. DancerGÇÖs continued throughout the night, they were the main show anyway, but their shows were only punctuated by the loud and appreciative roars. By that time they were several more rounds down, and Kador was feeling pleasantly out of his comfort zone. GÇ£Those friend of your sure are takinGÇÖ their time yGÇÖknowGÇ¥ He said, tearing his eyes away from a DancerGÇÖs sensuously undulating waist , glumly placing his head in his hands. GÇ£CanGÇÖ believe theyGÇÖd keep ya waiting this long Takiho.GÇ¥ GÇ£I keep telling you KalGÇªGÇª.hicGÇª.sGÇÖMilaGÇª.GÇ¥ She eyed her glass suspiciously, staring down the length from rim to the base, the upended the glass, draining the few droplets that still clung to its frosty interior. Kador rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner, indicating for her to continue. GÇ£Mmmmm yeah. TheyGÇÖll either be in that Drop Lounge GÇÿntil day break or shacked up somewhere doinGÇÖ GÇª.GÇ¥Their own thingGÇ¥. Meanwhile I got stuck with the guy at CustomGÇÖs starinGÇÖ at my ass.GÇ¥ She said the last part playfully. It was hard to simply ignore her pleasant personality, it was infectious, and he found himself playing along with the whole charade. GÇ£Hold on a secGÇª.IGÇÖm not the one who came to the strip club to be assaulted by the clientele.GÇ¥ Now she rolled her eyes. Through the fluctuating pulses of the light show he could see she too was amused, and when one of the serving men passed by she flashed him a winning smile and ordered another round. For the briefest of seconds he found himself almost jealous, but the passed and he chose not to act on it. Minutes passed in comfortable conversation. She took the time to vent about her friends and he just listened quietly, appreciating a conversation that did not begin or end with him being drawn into another conflict. Peace time was easy he decided, and it was enviable. Who would willingly want to throw themselves onto the crucible to fight and die again and again for all eternity? GÇ£Kal?GÇ¥ GÇ£Yeah?....Sorry was just thinking yGÇÖknow.GÇ¥ Mila leaned in to the table, ignoring the severing boy as he brought their drinks, clasping her hands together just beneath her chin. She was trying to pay attention he was sure but a sudden change in the holographic displays from pop music videos to Pit fighting high lights drew most of her attentions. Still she was at least trying to be genuine in her own twisted manner. GÇ£About what?GÇ¥ He was baffled for a moment unsure how to answer her. He could have lied, but with the alcohol in his veins and the usually rock solid inhibitions torn down the truth was so much easier. GÇ£Just things.GÇ¥ He replied casually, drawing a draught from his glass, appreciating how the florescent colours danced before his eyes as her sighed. GÇ£Seems like people expect a lot from me these days. IGÇÖm only here, and fighting, because someone else asked me to, and the only reason I can think off for saying yes when they asked for this favour is because someone else would want me to. Just wonder sometimes if I have an original thought in my headGÇª.GÇ¥ There was nothing for a moment, perhaps she was not listening he considered briefly, and so he returned to his drink nursing it carefully. HeGÇÖd had far too much anyway, far more than he was used to consuming in any one sitting without a meal. He twitched suddenly as she let loose a roar of satisfaction, punching a fist into the air, then a low moan of disappointment. Kador glanced up himself. The displays were projecting the eveningGÇÖs bouts, the advancing winners, and the broken forms of the losers as they were dragged off to be disposed of. With a slight hint of amusement as he recognised two of the advancing winners names, Junko, whose highlight reel showed her shrugging off a blow to the chin, and Thal, who rather viciously appeared to twist a manGÇÖs head around a full one hundred and eighty degrees. She groaned again noting the name of the TemplarGÇÖs opponent, burying her head in her arms, making overly dramatic sobs. GÇ£Not a fan of the newbloods?GÇ¥ He offered, still amused. GÇ£DidnGÇÖt come tGÇÖsee the newbloods... Lok Dorma was supposed tGÇÖbe a show this yearGÇª..jusGÇÖ hitting his strideGÇªGÇª just my fuckinGÇÖ luck.GÇ¥ She shot back testily. GÇ£Other champs are here right?GÇ¥ GÇ£Not enoughGÇª..GÇ¥ GÇ£IsnGÇÖ Pixy back? HeGÇÖs one of your favourites right?GÇ¥ Her eyes lit up for a moment, but quickly narrowed as she looked at him suspiciously. GÇ£What makes you think that smartarse?GÇ¥ He gestured to the cap. GÇ£Just a guess GÇª. YGÇÖknow I heard it at CustomsGÇª..guess the action back there was his work or something.GÇ¥ A frown this time. GÇ£Something wrong with thatGÇª.?GÇ¥ "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13477	Posted - 2014.10.12 22:58:00 - [13] - Quote She sighed. GÇ£Nawww just me and Ameana were reallyGÇª.. into him a few years back. Tickets and everything to his gigsGÇªwe uhGÇª. tried..GÇ¥ She made a gestures, both hands out in front of her as though she was lifting something over her head, rolling her eyes as Kador returned a puzzled look. GÇ£YGÇÖknowGÇª. Flashed himGÇªGÇ¥ GÇ£WhatGÇÖs that?GÇ¥ He asked genuinely. GÇ£TchGÇª.never mindGÇªbut he had a girl apparentlyGÇª. Probably had lots yGÇÖknow. Pit fighters pretty much get a free ride here if they can stand the life.GÇ¥ GÇ£Niina?GÇ¥ GÇ£Who?GÇ¥ GÇ£UhGÇª nothing. Hey look if I see him perhaps I can get an autographGÇªor a molar or something else half as exciting.GÇ¥ He said the last part almost sarcastically, but the offer was a genuine one. She shrugged, obviously not placated by his offering and returned to watching the short clips of the other fights with a glum look across the visible half of her face, the rest hidden as usual by the single bang of black-blonde hair. So much for a peace offeringGÇª.. GÇ£YGÇÖknow KalGÇª I was thinkinGÇÖ about what you said before. All that I donGÇÖt have an original though stuffGÇª SGÇÖall right if you donGÇÖt want to do it. No one can tell you what to do and if you donGÇÖt want to you just donGÇÖt right.GÇ¥ She barely looked down from the displays which she followed intently, sky blue eyes following each punch, closing briefly at the moment of death then opening eyes dilated and drinking in the deathblow. GÇ£YeahGÇªI-GÇ£ GÇ£You donGÇÖt have to be anything you donGÇÖt want to be KalGÇª.I guess thatGÇÖs what GÇÿm trying to say.GÇ¥ Kador was shocked to silence. Word. Words he always wanted to hear, being repeated to him again. The way she said themGÇª.was so heartfelt, as if she truly believed that they were true. He said nothing, just remained there shifting his attentions from the drink, to Mila, to the fights, the back to his drink. He brooded for a time, unsure of what to draw from the familiar exchange. His face was a storm, those same wrinkles that permanently seemed carved into his face creased his forehead, and eyes were downcast and distant. Another peal of laughter that reminded him of bells cut through the music. GÇ£KalGÇª. Way to seriousGÇª. Way too serious.GÇ¥ She said laughing, slipping from the barstool, heavy boot making a muffled thumps as she circled the table. GÇ£CGÇÖmon IGÇÖm going to try danceGÇª.you canGÇª.do whatever it is you Amarrian do to make fools of themselves and glower at anyone I find distasteful.GÇ¥ And so he did, her tugging at his jacket, him with a stupid, out of character, grin across his features, and made a fool of himself. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13670	Posted - 2014.10.19 23:53:00 - [14] - Quote They parted not an hour later, the acts closing down for the night, leaving the raised podiums to revel in the adulations of the frenzied crowds, while more bodies pressed onto the dance floor as the automated sound systems kicked in with more peppy, upbeat tones. HeGÇÖd spent the better part of that hour shuffling about, in what little space he could carve out for himself, out of tempo, but grinning foolishly the entire time. He scowled at the ones she told him to, and gave her space the rest of the time. The relationship worked for them. It was amicable but at an armGÇÖs length, her possibly holding on to the notion he was still some kind of closet pervert, and Kador knowing full well she was a diagnosed sociopath. In the end she left him with a single sly wink, as a blonde Caldari youth supported her weight through the press of humanity and off of the dance floor. SheGÇÖd seemed to recognise the man, so heGÇÖd left her to go. Seemed right to him as the self-induced state of elation drained away from him, replaced by a growing fatigue, though at the same time almost a perfect injustice. Finally done with the scene he stalked over to the bar and paid the tab, a fair sum having been racked up over the course of the night between the two of them, and whomsoever theyGÇÖd purchased other drinks for, and number he couldnGÇÖt quite remember. Typical, he considered internally, a slight smile plating across his features, I got duped. Eventually he decided that it did no matter much. The evening had been entertaining, and fulfilled its purpose. He was on the station and they were none the wiser for it. He was just Kaldrin Oussurian, a spoilt Heir looking for a good time. He exited the club and strode across the plaza, still buzzing with activity, great vents of steam rising into the night sky, coiling around the low hanging rail cars and eaves, dispersing amongst the gaudy reaches of the neon skyline. He crossed the plaza heading for the tram station, it was simple enough for him to retrace his path back to the packed tram cars, now dangerously loaded as revellers looked to turn in for the night, and having had enough of the vices Shoashu Sasaanko seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of. He glanced up at one of the overhead monitors that indicated the tram time tables, noting glumly that the next was due in a little over half an hour. He yawned. It was later, and he was so damn tired, heGÇÖd need to find a place to rest the night until his opening bouts the following morning. Mila had said sheGÇÖd come to those having mentioned her interest in seeing how ChoirboyGÇÖs fought in the Empire, sheGÇÖd also jokingly mentioned sheGÇÖd drop her remaining budget on his opponent, an easy bet sheGÇÖd said. Either way the necessity of finding a flophouse was becoming apparent. He left the station and walked back down to the plaza after questioning the tram stationGÇÖs one conscious operator, a small round woman with a pinched face, and a guttural tone that denoted a long life of substance abuse. Despite her stand offish attitude she was very helpful once he upended the contents of his pockets onto the cashiers desk before her, several thousand ISK credit chits, and the card of the HawkerGÇÖs girl Mila had told him was named Chastity. He left mildly put out. For all her gushing she hadnGÇÖt been able to direct him to a place he could bunk down without having to pay for a girl, something that was on a whole other level of inappropriate even despite his current surroundings. Instead she had offered him the location of one of the stations few multi denominational and pantheonic chapels which she told him held a small shrine to the Amarrian deity, not more than a kilometre down the tram line in the Tieko slum district. His walk was pleasant enough. Despite a few sideways glances from the residents he was left to his own devices. He passed another road side vendor and another of the small fried meat pockets and chose instead of the small liquor to go with Quafe, enjoying the taste of the mystery meat between rejuvenating sips of the sickly sweet can. The temple was a small, ramshackle looking affair, a squat building cast in the shadow, and pushed up against one of the tram systems massive concrete struts. Its surface was scarred with all manner of stains and coloured in the brazen designs of local gang graffiti and anti-religious slogans of a nature that even appalled a partially intoxicated Kador. He was about to enter when a man approached him from the street. GÇ£Ah a true devoteeGÇ¥ Came a rough voice that sounded as though it had been drawn over broken glass. GÇ£Rare breed here of all placesGÇ¥. The Amarrian simply nodded, then rose to his feet to face the new comer. He was clad in a simple almost stereotypical Caldari jumpsuit, and bore with him a small arsenal a jack-knife on his waist, and a small automatic in a dockers clutch. He was an ugly man no matter how you looked at it, weathered features pushed in together on a lopsided face with a jaw that had been broken too many times. GÇ£Well bugger offGÇª.cleaninGÇÖ time yGÇÖsee.GÇ¥ He growled, aggressively waving at the chapel, which he could see now had a sign that read GÇ£Undergoing MaintenanceGÇ¥. GÇ£DonGÇÖ make me kick yGÇÖer ass outta her bro.GÇ¥ He felt a spark of anger, who was this heathen to deny him from his own place of worship? Kador grunted his response and turned to leave. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13670	Posted - 2014.10.20 00:04:00 - [15] - Quote GÇ£Hey Amarrian.GÇ¥ The Caldarian, his tone sarcastic. GÇ£Gabrac met yer friendGÇÖs up at the Diamondback, says we can put you up in somewhere more fittinGÇÖ of yer LordshipGÇ¥ GÇ£Galm who?GÇ¥ GÇ£SeriouslyGÇª. That kind of shtick don fly here broGÇª Pixy, the ****** you came with today. So, bro we gonna put you up somewherGÇÖr what?GÇ¥ GÇ£No thanksGÇª.. kinda like slumming it.GÇ¥ He replied, trying to sound calm. GÇ£NoGÇªwaiGÇªlook for reals bro. WeGÇÖll put ya up somewhere nice with a girlGÇªor a boyGÇª.. leave ya till the fight start. Perfect for you Amarrian.GÇ¥ Kador simply shook his head disgusted. This chapel was not to be his respite tonight. He left wordlessly, ignoring Caldari manGÇÖs protests and headed back to the main plaza, ignoring the crowds and passing back towards where heGÇÖd seen the seedy dives on his way into the plaza. At one point, as he turned down an alleyway, a man with the same glassy eyes of an addict tried to stop him, brandishing a knife. He dived crowing his victory as Kador tossed half a dozen ISK chits at his feet, dropping the knife in an instant, and scrounging around in the muck. He was filth, a disgusting wretch, and the anger came boiling out in a torrent. Kador felt a primal sense of satisfaction as his boot caught the man square in the jaw, sending him reeling back into the garbage, the chit flying out of his greedy hands and back into the muck of the alley. He felt the same satisfaction again when he kicked the man in the gut, again, and again, and again. It was release, God knew he needed it. By the time he was done the junkie was a huddle, shaking mess, pleading through broken teeth for help. Kador left the chits, the bastard would need them for medical work, more than the junkie deserved and significantly more than he was worth. The drop dens were easy to find, no shortage of clientele heading to their premises for the night. The place he chose looked to be the tamest from the exterior panelling, a simple dark sign with elegant Napali Script, he cared not for the name, or the image of the place, and it would have to suffice for now. He chose his room from one of a dozen, received his dose of Drop, and made for the small compact cube of opaque glass, one he assumed was able to alter its visibility depending of whether or not a particular client was willing to pay enough of a fee. The cubes were simply arranged into a line pressed up against one another so that they shared their walls and to his disgust he noted that the glass was opaque enough to make out the forms of his neighbours as they revelled in the flesh. He tore his eyes away from one particularly unashamed couple pressed up against one of his walls, trying to ignore them as best he could. Thankfully the cubes were sound proof and he was not subject to the sounds of their depravations. A large ornate bed dominated one entire face of the cube, a crimson velvet couch another, while a modest shower was pressed up against another. A thin, almost stringy red head, whose dark ringed eyes and splotches of bruising across the arms and legs made for a very unappealing sight sat waiting. She certainly was not what her picture promised but it didnGÇÖt matter, sheGÇÖd make the easiest thousand ISK in her life tonight and probably get a fair nightGÇÖs sleep for a change. She tried to smile as he entered, but he ignored her completely tossing her the vial of Drop, her rolling her eyes at him, before stripping out of his clothes and entering the shower. The water was tepid at best and was enough to wash the stink of the station from him, but it could not rid him of the guilt. HeGÇÖd beaten than man half to death and enjoyed it. Perhaps it was because there was no duty here to bind him, no one to answer to but himself, and an unspoken rule that he could make of himself what he wanted. But the thought scared him. This kind of arrogant and capriciously cruel act had been typical of him a decade ago, a reflexive behaviour heGÇÖd thought heGÇÖd purged himself of. He was still thinking when the woman attempted to join him in the showers, he simply grunted aggressively, and she backed off to the couch where within minutes she was unconscious in a blissful drug induced coma. Kador himself retreated to the bed where he had laid his clothing collapsing into the lavish sheets. He lounged their for a time brooding over the events of the evening. It had seemed to go so well, he'd thought he'd fit in well enough until that bastard Caldarian had blown his cover right out of the water. Hell he though it had even been going well with Mila until she'd left with some other pretty boy. He didn't even know if he was jealous or frustrated, and the worst bit was that lack of knowing only made it worse. I need to focus. Remember my duty.....don't just ....just stick to Galm's plan. He hated the station on a fundamental level, its vices seemed to be getting to him, it all made him angry and at he same time disgusted. With the people. With the lack of morals. With himself. Do you even want to? You don't even have to go back if you don't want to. Tired he looped a number of the previous years Pit fights and fell into a fitful sleep within minutes listening to the sound of cracking bones and deathcries. "We were commanded to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocents caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13988	Posted - 2014.10.30 20:09:00 - [16] - Quote He woke several hours later. While the shower and the fitful state of unconsciousness had done wonders for the rejuvenation of his body it had done little to ease his frustrations or spiritual malaise he was now aware that he was suffering from. Having been subjected to a number of equally disturbing dreams that induced moments of instantaneous almost wakefulness the rest had been disjointed, and while this was not the first time he had been subject to waking dreams he found himself waking in a foul mood. His eyelids felt heavy. He opened them, allowing light to filter in through his lashes, wincing through despite the fugue state as he did so, light blinding him and bringing on the dull throb of a lasting fatigue headache. His mouth felt dry, he coughed, trying to generate any amount of saliva to lubricate the parched flesh. Instead a fresh wave of nausea rolled through his stomach almost causing him to gag and rush through to the modest, and somewhat exposed shower cubicle. He tried to move but found he could not, sending a warm jolt of pain through his shoulders as they clashed with something solid behind him. To his surprise the air was cool, none of the condensation he had seen clinging to the surface of the other cubes was present in his, and in his sleep he had burrowed into the heavy covers and drawn them all across the bed into the corner where he had been pressed against the wall. Half in, half out pressed deeply into the narrow cavity between the cubeGÇÖs wall and the bedframe. He rose, pushing the covers from him, noting the ***, still sprawled comatose on the satin couch some feet away. Even in unconsciousness she had no modesty, thankfully heGÇÖd barely looked at her since his arrival, she wore a loose fitting shift of a plain and unremarkable fabric cut so as to expose the shoulders and the bust, trailing down and stopping sharply just below the waist, a rag tied awkwardly around her thigh, highlighted with monthsGÇÖ worth of bruising. The small vial of Drop was still roughly half full, its cap splayed open, with a few droplets of its translucent contents lying in small beads that appeared all too much like blood for this taste. The way she was stretched out languidly across the furniture was he supposed typical of her vice, the Drop would take its toll inducing a temporary dementia which seemed to produce something akin to cerebromedullospinal disconnection, leaving the consumer immersed in their own fantasies for hours at a time. What I wonder, he mused to himself, where would I go? Kador turned, ignoring the woman, and made for the showers again. Something about his whole situation made him feel like heGÇÖd spent a week on the frontlines. He caught a brief glance of himself against the reflective surfaces that composed the shower, flinching as he recognised himself. God, he looked different. He didnGÇÖt know if it was betterGÇª.but it was different. His normally well combed hair stuck out at irregular intervals in jagged tousles and the early beginnings of stubble had formed overnight across his jaw. The normally verdant green chips that were his eyes looked dulled. Above that for the first time in a long time he saw no trace of what Mila had tauntingly called his GÇ£ChoirboyGÇÖs FrustrationsGÇ¥, the lines that always seemed carved into his forehead. This was more so the case of the small, almost natural upwards twist of his lips. Kador had always been accused of being a dour individual, he rarely smiled in company, always pointed out the worst in a situation. Satja used to suggest it was because he carried a storm in his head, something that never truly rested and shaped the rest of him. But he was smilingGÇª.wasnGÇÖt he. This was normalcy he supposed, noting rather oddly as he rolled his taut shoulder muscles that he was still without his clothes, and despite the knowledge that anyone could pay for a view within the cube his stance suggested a quiet confidence. He stepped into the tepid shower once again marvelling this time at how the lukewarm water seemed to unknot the tension that he had built up over night. He dried and dressed himself in minutes taking the clothes from where the redhead had put them the previous evening appreciating her efforts as he found them in a neatly folded pile atop a small metal locker, marked with the womanGÇÖs name. She didnGÇÖt matter though. The fights started today, and for a brief moment he thought that he felt the same rush of excitement he had when heGÇÖd broken that muggerGÇÖs teeth, or as heGÇÖd watched the highlights in the bar. It was feral. It was angry. It demanded suffering. Either his or his opponents. And it was wrong, so fundamentally wrong. He hated conflict didnGÇÖt he? He was about to leave when the *** started to wake, first a low moan or pain as her eyes tried to adjust to the light as his had then followed by another of contentment as she drew the rag from her thigh and began to blindly fumble for the dose of Drop. He had thought to leave the stuff, it was a sickeningly depraved vice, and not something he thought he trusted himself to have. Regardless he found himself snatching up the vial as he passed her, pressing a small red button to let the clerk outside know he was done. He came by a moment later, drawing back the single shutter and leaving the Amarrian to go about his business. As he did so the woman mumble something groggily that sounded like GÇ£Come back againGÇ¥, causing the clerk to give him a sharp look. GÇ£Drugs are for you bro. Not the girls.GÇ¥ He grumbled, glancing back into the cubicle with a sigh. GÇ£GÇª.AinGÇÖt gonna work tonight. YGÇÖgonna do somethinGÇÖ about it?GÇ¥ Kador just shrugged, gave the clerk a jocular grin, turned and walked away. The fa+ºade was back. GÇ£Better my way anywayGÇªGÇ¥ GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 13988	Posted - 2014.10.30 20:43:00 - [17] - Quote He found that Shoashu Sasaanko was a place for the night owls, or perhaps it was just that the citizenry made their livelihoods at night either in the bars on the streets, as fewer people walked the streets during the simulated daylight hours. None of the massive crowds that heGÇÖd characterised as GÇ£club crawlersGÇ¥ were to be seen nor were the bouncers or club sponsored prostitutes. The one thing that did remain were the small gaudy looking road side stalls hawking their mystery meat and liquors for interested patrons. Shoashu Sasaanko however was still a hive of activity during the day, if if this even was "day on the station". He seemed to distantly remember in the back of his mind that stations operated around mutually agreed upon sleep cycles many of which coincided with peak hours of activity both for the residents and visitors. Overhead the tram systems were in constant use, bearing maintenance staff and security personnel about the station. Down below those, now dominating the streets automotives pressed into single direction with multi-lane roads, perhaps allowing for a dozen side by side. Horns blared loudly the length of the crush, as frustrations boiled over and drivers undertook more desperate manoeuvres to get out of deadlock. Alongside them and moving to and fro, more oft than not exhorting squeals of excitement and blasts of the vehicle horns, were men dragging ramshackle looking carts upon which clients sat. Now thatGÇÖs something worth trying, he thought to himself. He stepped out to the curb trying to hail one of the men. In a minute a Jin-Mei pulled up before him, flashing him a smile and accepting his fair for half an hour, helping the Amarrian as he stepped up into the cart. It was a thrilling and terrifying experience. The cart itself felt ready to fall apart and any moment, and Kador was thrown wildly about in it as they passed through the morning traffic. And the cart stunk of something awful. He questioned the Jin-Mei on it and received a wild stare and a cryptic answer. Something about terrible clients and their slug. After that he kept to himself, preferring to enjoy the ride while taking in the sights and sounds of the city during the day. The steam still rose from the vents lining the gutters but it was less noticeable now as the wispy trails almost instantly disappeared from sight a few feet above the ground only leaving a slight change in warmth and humidity as he passed them by. For the first time he was able to admire the designs of the station. In a distinct contrast with many other Caldari stations Shoashu Sasaanko had a character to it. Built up on top of what once was likely to have been a platform of Caldari design the owners and citizenry had incorporated designs from over a dozen culture into the construction forcing examples of Gallentean building design up against what was unashamedly a single Amarrian habitation spire. Other examples made themselves present as he looked back up at the skyline, admiring the buildings now that they werenGÇÖt being over shadowed by the neon signs and holographic facades. They were still their of course, though the neon signs were dulled their power supplies shut off, while the holographics cycled with news broadcasts and entertainment bloc programming. Nothing like the intensely provocative showings that were displayed at night. He checked his NeoCom unit as soon as he grew hungry, it had been many hours since heGÇÖd eaten, and the fitful sleep had done little bring him peace. He decided that it would be in his best interests to make an attempt at a proper meal at some point during his stay. While he absolutely could go on eating the stall vendors deep fried goods, which he had decided were perhaps the tastiest things heGÇÖd ever eaten, they wouldnGÇÖt sustain him through a dozen pit fights and open combat. With this in mind he disembark the Rickshaw several hundred meters down the foot path from where he had originally embarked, thanking the Jin-Mei and offering the man a tip which was vehemently refused, before continuing on foot back towards the plaza. "Rikaato!" he called back as the eccentric man dashed off at a dogged place. Kador continued on foot for roughly half an hour meandering past clumps of pedestrians, guardsmen openly baring small automatics, a pair of kids with their father in tow, and two Jin-Mei girls, some years his junior that caused his neck to crane right around as he passed by for no more than what he considered exotically beautiful features. He smiled to himself, an occurrence becoming more and more common on the station, wondering if all Jin-Mei knew that they were so......personable. Still he continued walking admiring the sights and sounds of everyday life. Plesant. Peaceful even. A quietly organised microcosm of the prosaic. Perhaps Galm could put the attack off a few days so that they could settle in, spend more time on the station. Hell if he could then perhaps he could get more excited about the Pit fights, perhaps he could hang around with Mila and her friends for a change, hell given enough time he could put something together here for himself. HeGÇÖd let himself run away with his own imagination. Given himself and inch and taken the mile. It was always how he had been back then. But he genuinely didnGÇÖt want to destroy the station. The more he looked at it, the more he was exposed to the people the less he wanted to see this place destroyed. He stopped suddenly. His faith compelled him to see the evils of Shoashu Sasaanko, and to revile them as the acts of heathens and understand them as godless revelatory, but in distinct contrast he understood this as cultural deviance, and at its most basic nature the culture here was raw freedom. And the mere concept was too alluring to describe. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14057	Posted - 2014.11.02 18:16:00 - [18] - Quote Blast and Goddamn this place, he thought bitterly and internally, and Goddamn me for this. He passed under one of a half a dozen over passes, a long concrete tunnel stretching out ahead of him littered with garbage, filthy, even the occasion citizen or reveller collapsed and writhing spasmodically. It was quiet and he let a pair of passerGÇÖs by go ahead of him, carefully skirting the twitching form of a glassy eyed junkie and the nearby pool of blood and vomit. The man was trapped in his own personal hell. He radiated heat and his face was smeared with excrement, either his own or that of the occasional Fedo who scurried away to some darker corner. It would have been kinder to kill the man, as moving him would likely only do more harm than help. Instead he kept walking, it would do no good to become involved with the junkie, not for the mission, not for Galm, not for Kador personally. GÇ£I am sorry.GÇ¥ He told the Junkie. GÇ£IGÇÖm not here to help. Not even here to protect anyone this time. IGÇÖm just about as lost as you.GÇ¥ It was over pretty quickly, the man gave a single massive gasp then spasmed, his body eerily contorting into odd angles, arms reaching for something, before he collapsed again and lay still, breathing slowly and shallowly. GÇ£But not quite.GÇ¥ He muttered grimly, turning to leave. Fortunately for him the Den had not been too far from the Tram Stations or the Pits leaving him with the undeniably pleasing option to go where he pleased. He walked, not particularly caring where, down a number of main streets, back through the plaza opposite Hawkers which still appeared to be open, though no security was present nor any indication of that anyone was visiting. It was cool in the plaza, not overly humid as it had been at night but enough to make him shiver. He was about to give up and head back to one of the greasy stalls when he spied a small shabby looking drinking room. It was a tiny thing built into a simple steel recess between two buildings allowing little room for much other that an open kitchen behind a simple bar top littered with dozens of Caldari rice wines and Gallentean liquors. Spreading out before that was an odd layer were three low knee height tables with and odd looking table spread running down to the floor leaving a plain wooden surface for eating and drinking off. The tables were resting atop what he found were small comfortable mats meant for kneeling on. He took a knee by one of them and waited, tracing a finger through a left over patch of rice wine drawing various patterns and symbols with it. Oddly enough he ended up drawing up the Amarrian symbol for his moniker GÇ£AdamantGÇ¥ and another, which he recognised as the overly stylised rendition of a Fedo. Eventually a round balding man stuck his head out of the back room, jumping up and down excitedly as he saw the tall Amarrian, and whipping at a pace Kador thought impossible of him out of the small kitchen with a menu and small earthenware jug and two dishes. He was, Kador soon found out, and incredibly friendly old man by the name of Makoai, and the licenced promoter heGÇÖd been looking for. A jovial man of perhaps fifty odd years by the way his hair seemed to part before fading away into individual tufts of greying hair, or the way the flesh on his face sagged into rolling jowls and a pronounced beer gut that poked out of his too short shirt. Still he possessed a certain youthful vigour, sharp grey eyes, a hawkish nose, and a manner of speaking that had the Amarrian chuckling along with him at jibes he barely understood. Owner and distributor of the drinking rooms and the house rice wine, and took a genuine joy in meeting his customers, drinking with them, and talking pit fights. This was evident from the memorabilia plastered all over the drinking lounge. Posters, shirts, caps, even stylised narcotics filtration and injection brands from God only knew where were lined up on almost every surface of the establishment, even the kotetsu covers bore the pseudo erotic poses of decade old female champion Mishu Aravali, or so he was told. For a time they discussed their respective personal lives, Kador lying through his teeth not wholly unsure if the older man on his right pouring serving after serving of the rice wine was doing the same. He chose a simple meal grilled fish substitutes, as fish itself was rare on the station, a noodle broth and several fried rice crackers which took on an indescribable taste when dipped into the broth. He cursed all fried foods and their makers it was so good. Minutes after ordering his dishes were brought out to him by a boy of five years and an older girl of fifteen, whom Makoai introduced as his children, Sou and Alyai, both of whom offered him a shy bow and retreated back to the kitchen where the watched The meal, when it came was modest, but filled his stomach, and left him feeling somewhat better about the previous dayGÇÖs events. It also helped that Makoai was a charismatic and enthusiastic conversationalist. Then came the business talk. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14057	Posted - 2014.11.02 18:40:00 - [19] - Quote Makoai was surprisingly professional about the subject asking Kador for lists of specific demographics heGÇÖd like to appeal to, how wide spread heGÇÖd like his coverage to be, odds for the betting, and more so for descriptions of his combat styles. He offered the information without hesitation, even getting up, mildly embarrassed, when the Caldarian asked his to remove his jacket and shirt to inspect his physique. At the end of the questioning Makoai simply sighed and rubbed at his temples, a look of intense frustration disfiguring his face, increasing the severity of its features. GÇ£What actually makes you think you have what it takes to catch a following?GÇ¥ Makoai asked brusquely, setting his hands on the table top in the fashion of an experienced businessman. GÇ£From what you tell me you have no established wins under your belt, yGÇÖdonGÇÖt really seem to me the mentally unstable type, and frankly what I saw of yGÇÖer style was GÇª.well it was non-existent. YGÇÖgot size kidGÇª.but yGÇÖlack character.GÇ¥ Kador let the words sink in. He knew his craft at least, and was very much so right, something Kador had feared from the moment he stepped out into the arena yesterday. Character was everything in the pits. People had to like you or youGÇÖd be sure to lose in one of the later rounds, a knife slipped in your opponents boot, or worse. It was typical, he mused bitterly, the only unique aspect of his character and he was not even able to use it. GÇ£Was a soldier onceGÇªif it helps.GÇ¥ He offered tentatively, hoping that the first hint of truth wouldnGÇÖt give him away. Makoai levelled a suspicious look at him. He may have considered digging deeper but withheld the urge to do so. GÇ£Might work as a drawGÇª.GÇ¥ He muttered thoughtfully GÇ£DonGÇÖt get many Amarr come through here bGÇÖfore.GÇ¥ GÇ£So youGÇÖll be my promoter?GÇ¥ GÇ£Sure. Got nothing to lose but my dignityGÇª.. YGÇÖgot a nickname of summat like that? All career soldiers got a nickname dontcha?GÇ¥ For a moment Kador was about to state his traditional moniker, but at the last moment held his tongue, it would not do to plaster his callsign all over the Tenal circuit less he wanted his reputation within the Empire ruined. GÇ£Desert RatGÇ¥ He replied casually. GÇ£Matari rebelGÇÖs coughed up their guts trying to get that insult out.GÇ¥ GÇ£Indeed almost fitting huh given yGÇÖer colouringGÇªby the look of ya youGÇÖve been out there more than in the Throne World huh?GÇ¥ GÇ£Most of my lif-.GÇ¥ He cut off abruptly eyes narrowing with distaste as he realised what the Caldarian was doing. HeGÇÖd revealed more than heGÇÖd intended. GÇ£Look believe meGÇª.. look story and fran-GÇ£ GÇ£YGÇÖknow who starts sentences with that crap?GÇ¥ He asked with an accusatory tone, interrupting Kador and ignoring his attempts to steer the conversation away from the subject. GÇ£Liars!GÇ¥ For a moment Kador was stunned, but he regained his composure a second later. GÇ£IGÇÖm not lying.GÇ¥ He insisted. GÇ£YGÇÖknow who says that? Liars.GÇ¥ He said nothing. The man knew somehow and he was unwilling to share his part in the conspiracy. Makoai didnGÇÖt seem to care and kept blathering on at his own pace. GÇ£Look bro trust me on this one. YGÇÖer gonna want to get it all out in the open with someone on the station and itGÇÖs better that itGÇÖs me than some back alley ***** or fangirl riding on the back of someone important.GÇ¥ He cursed himself for being so weak. Still he gave the older man a reproachful look heGÇÖd pried where he hadnGÇÖt been welcome and would now have keep his tongue. He then directed his eyes over to the kitchen with a nod where the sounds of SouGÇÖs irrepressible giggling could be heard above the sound of some muffled holo-reel vid Alyai was polishing glasses with a rag. MakoaiGÇÖs eyes widened as he realised what he meant. GÇ£YouGÇÖre goinGÇÖ to threaten me?GÇ¥ GÇ£ThatGÇÖs not a threat Makoai-hanGÇª.GÇ¥ He seemed to be put at ease by that, but not by much. He barked a brief, garbled fragment of Nanpali at Alyai and started suddenly and disappeared into the back rooms closing the door behind her. And then he told the man everything he needed to know. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14057	Posted - 2014.11.02 19:27:00 - [20] - Quote GÇ£Thirty thousand.GÇ¥ He offered the Amarrian with a brazen, yet charming grin, his golden teeth flashing gleefully at the promise of his business. GÇ£Scripts?GÇ¥ Kador countered, maintaining a hard-line with the man. Though he was trying to play hard ball he couldnGÇÖt help but empathise with Makoai, the man was charismatic in perhaps all the ways he was not, but more than that he took the mile when you gave him the inch. And despite the nature of the previous hours conversation the man was taking it quite within his stride. Kador was well aware this quote was not in stationside scripts, more so aware that this was far beyond the expenses any promoter less audacious would attempt to demand, still it was necessary to establish boundaries now, and more so to put the man in his debt before the fights begun. GÇ£NoGÇª ISK will do just fine there Jaijii. YGÇÖsee while I might accept station scripts for friends you happen to be a relative unknown if you will. A one of customer you might sayGÇª. Yes. Now I need to know if I am going to be reimbursed for the favours IGÇÖm going to have to call I yGÇÖseeGÇª I-GÇ£ GÇ£You charge everyone this fee?GÇ¥ GÇ£Of courseGÇªof course I do. I am a professional after all. Would a man with a face as honest as mine cheat a good man of God like yourself?GÇ¥ Kador let the silence extend out between them, raising an eyebrow questioningly. GÇ£Of course I wouldnGÇÖtGÇ¥ He blustered, fumbling for the correct words to placate the young Amarrian, colour rising in his cheeks, jowls undulating in the same way grub did as it crawled across a leaf. Sweat beaded on his forehead to the extent he was forced to drawn out a pocket handkerchief, which he used to dab at his forehead and cheeks in erratic jerking motions. For all his faults, exaggerations, and perhaps more so his charisma he found himself wanting to give the old man the shot he wanted. GÇ£Thirty thousand it is then.GÇ¥ Kador nodded, offering his hand across the table. MakoaiGÇÖs eyes widened first displaying his surprise, then flashed greedily, as he wiped one of his palms on his jacket leaving a greasy smear. GÇ£Which ones are yours then?GÇ¥ He said, draining the small dish of wine before gesturing up with the dish at the posters of the fighters that lined the walls. Makoai had been in the process of reaching out to clasp his hand but stopped dead. Eyeing the Amarrian warily over the container of wine. GÇ£Mine? I uh-GÇª.what oneGÇÖs? Well to be honestGÇª our luck hasnGÇÖt been great these last few years, plenty of out of region competition you have to understand. Too many unknowns like yGÇÖselfGÇª.uh not to imply thaGÇª. We did set up the District wide champ of 04GÇÖ Shouich-GÇ¥ Kador grinned. That had stumped the Caldarian, thrown him off balance as he struggled to explain his successes listing off name of obscure tournament champions from almost a decade ago. Still he was an earnest one, and the sum itself was pittance if it got the job done. GÇ£We did also set up that Devereaux fellaGÇÖ with the Koukei Syndicate, he did well there if I recallGÇª.oh and GÇôGÇ£ GÇ£Right well you sold me on this one. JustGÇªuh whatGÇÖs the phraseGÇªbusting you ballsGÇ¥ He said jovially interrupting the elderly man and clasping his hand in a firm grip which exhorted a nervous titter followed by a flashing mercantile grin. They concluded the finer points of their deal over course of the following hour discussing the terms of their arrangement, minimum standards to be met, and specifically what both parties would, and could to the minimise the risks to their respective partners. Makoai surprised Kador. He spoke of the station with the knowledge only a lifelong resident could have possessed and with the same fondness Mila had and spoke of the very realistic consequences his actions could have. While he wasnGÇÖt very assured of KadorGÇÖs promises he, to his credit, stuck by his word listening to the finer points of KadorGÇÖs story and further more the reason for his being on the station. When all was said and done the elderly man gave off a single tuneless whistle that sounded like a mortar round dropping, clearly he was intent on humour. GÇ£So you fought the Minmatar with the regulars then?GÇ¥ Kador nodded his response. GÇ£One of them TemplarianGÇÖs or whatever then?GÇ¥ Another nod. GÇ£And now yer here ter fight in the tournament? Bro that donGÇÖt make one lick of sense.GÇ¥ A shrug. GÇ£And we canGÇÖt even use that for publicity.....well bugger me if my work ainGÇÖt cut out for me.GÇ¥ Kador found himself looking for a smart arse comment when the message from Galm came through the NeoCom, he found himself do this more and more often, naturalising his formerly stiff and inflexible manners of speech and using his mind less so for puzzling out the meanings of others words and more so to adjust the inflections of his. Galm Fae wrote: FROM: Galm Eskola-Fae SUBJECT: The Most Important Meal of the Day He scanned the document twice over, made a note to download the attached location to his unit. The previous night he wouldnGÇÖt have bothered meeting with the other operators on the station in attempt to keep his presence as need to know as possible however after the encounter with GabracGÇÖs man he wasnGÇÖt sure he cared enough at this point. GÇ£Hey Makoai....you like waffles?GÇ¥ he asked in a distracted manner, running a single hand through his tousled hair, frowning at the foot notes about the coffee. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko

True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14057	Posted - 2014.11.02 19:28:00 - [21] - Quote GÇ£Hey Makoai....you like waffles?GÇ¥ he asked in a distracted manner, running a single hand through his tousled hair, frowning at the foot notes about the coffee. He received a puzzled look in return, though he did note that the Caldarian did lean forwards and begin tapping at the top of the table sharply with his index finger as he lapsed into silence again. GÇ£Probably time you meet Gal....uh Pixy since itGÇÖs his show.GÇ¥ The journey across to the small diner was a mercifully brief jaunt on one of the rickshaw and though Makaoi was loath to leave Alyai and Sou in charge of the drinking room alone he did admit that they rarely saw customers at this hour.....and that the Gistii automatic behind the counter was fully loaded with the safety left off. This caused the Amarrian to grin, the almost surreal image of Alyai and Sou wielding a civilian issue plasma rifle was humorous enough like something out of a caricature, though when he told Makoai the older man gave him a stern rebuke that soured the ride over. They disembarked swiftly at the end of the block and made their way forwards at the CaldarianGÇÖs pace. The older gentleman waddled swiftly and with a dignified purpose on two short legs, and while Kador towered over him the fellow never once looked up at his employer, preferring to keep his eyes down at the people around him. They reached the waffle house in minutes and waited outside. Through the glass Kador could discern the three of the other operators on the station. A bruised Thal and Junko who had undertaken two of the fights yesterday and come out on top against crowd favourites, and Vysion now wearing the distinctive white over coat of a physician. Both Thal and Junko were significantly better hand to hand combatants than he, and both looked worn, Junko slumped out over her table. He hadnGÇÖt seen them take any significant hits during their fights and wondered if something had happened. For a moment Makoai suggested they go in to see if any of the others had arrived, and as puzzled when his employer refused. Kador kept his back to them hoping they wouldnGÇÖt notice him, though he was aware of how perceptive immortals like himself could be. He however found it easy to explain to the old man that they were waiting for Galm himself, to explain to him why he knew, and to see whether or not he was worth keeping around. GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14061	Posted - 2014.11.02 23:06:00 - [22] - Quote Minutes passed in silence between the two. To Kador it looked as though Makoai had already resigned himself to the firing squad. The man was pale and wan, even his movements screamed a sense of defeat. It was funny in some respects. Honestly it was. If Galm wanted the man dead he wouldnGÇÖt bother with fire arms, heGÇÖd simple beat the man to death in the alley. No one would ask question. Hell no one would care barring the two kids in the diner with that single Gistii automatic between them. He almost would have laughed, but that would have been out rightly cruel and while he loathed to admit it he was enjoying it all a little too much for his own good. He was busy watching the crowd when Galm and another man he did not recognise passed them by with little more than a passing glance, as their eyes rolled over them completely launching a series of escalating blows at one another. It would have been a brawl were it not for the intervention of one of the waitresses intervened ushering the two inside where Galm sat down with the others and began to talk in his melodramatic fashion. He sighed, rubbing at his forehead, causing the Caldarian to flinch. GÇ£ThatGÇªGÇª. Would be him. Looks like you got yourself worked up for nothing.GÇ¥ He said in an offhand manner, his voice tinged with cynicism. GÇ£HeGÇÖs in a good mood.GÇ¥ He gestured for the man to follow closely, tucked his hands in his pockets and walked right through the doors. There was a warm smell in the air, something sweet, and the pungent stink of cigarettes mingling with coffee. A waiter approached them with a pair of menuGÇÖs which the pair took with appreciative smiles ordering two cups of coffee kindly offering the waiter that he not ** with his coffee, before moving on over towards the growing cluster of EmpyreanGÇÖs near the wall. Noting the table was full they took one of the tables adjacent to the group, choosing the seats as close to the aisle as possible where they could hear the others talking. As Kador did so he flashed Thal an acknowledging salute, forming a first with his right hand and pressing the index and thumb against his forehead, before taking his seat without a word, staring blindly into the dinky looking menu for anything of interest. Galm Fae wrote:** GÇ£Well then,GÇ¥ Fae began, talking through a full mouth as he took his first bite, GÇ£Then there is no pleasing you Morgan.GÇ¥ The strangerGÇÖs name was Morgan. They Amarrian had obviously come late, missing the introductions, only appearing in time to catch the tail end of their conversation. He reclined over the back of his seat staring at the ceiling as he waited for the coffee to arrive counting the number of aesthetically displeasing rivets and soldered joints. His jacket from the previous day was dishevelled, hanging loosely around his shoulders, top three buttons undone, revealing a silken shirt beneath of conspicuous sky blue and white. His knee high boots were in dire need of a clean and polish, splotchy stains of spilt alcohol, alley filth, and blood marred the supple leather, and the sole still seemed to stick to the ground as his feet tapped subconsciously. He was in a foul mood. How would he begin to explain this to Galm? GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14224	Posted - 2014.11.05 21:53:00 - [23] - Quote Galm Fae wrote: "Kador!" he thundered, "You look like hammered **!" He cast a baleful eye at the halfbreed. GÇ£I feel worse than sinGÇ¥ he croaked invidiously taking his coffee from the waiter and sipping at the muddy caffeine, warily at first, then more casually leaning forwards into the table facing the assembled operators. They all looked worn down. As he had noticed before both Templar Vadam and Junko bore the bruises of their pit fights, though having watched the highlight reels of the combats he hadnGÇÖt noticed either take nearly so many blows as to account for those that mottled their skin already pushing through the later stages of the healing process. Vysion seemed alright, clad in a foreign white coat synonymous with physicians. It was rather apparent he had found his way to the clinics as had been instructed. Galm however was in a state to say the least in a state. Blood still matted his hair, running down from the brown, tousled locks across his fore head, and like Kador his original clothing bore the stains and filth from the night before. This however did no surprised Kador in the least. Galm seemed the type to play hard and was lucky enough not to end up like that Junkie that had spasmed his way into a coma on his way here. If fact none of their states surprised him. Shoashu Sasaanko was a beast of its own. He was glad for the fact that if Thal had been fighting outside of the arena that Junko has been there to back him up. HeGÇÖd have to thank her later. He turned his attentions back to the bitter coffee, watching the murky liquid formed a miniature whirlpool as he rolled the cup around between his hands. GÇ£None of you look too much better than I do.GÇ¥ He muttered defensively. Opposite him in his seat the old man was shaking uncontrollably, a thin sheen of sweat was evident on his face and from the growing stains under his arms, his coffee dripping over the lip of his cup and onto the table beneath. His upper lip was curled back into a thin and obviously forces smile, and was making slight tittering noises as his eyes rapidly flicked back from the Amarrian to the rest of the assembled. He recognised Thal and Junko, and was casting sideways slack jawed glances at Galm, who probably of the lot was the more famous in the area. GÇ£Peace be Makoai.GÇ¥ Kador growled at the man a little too aggressively, he was sick of the manGÇÖs spineless display. GÇ£Put the damned caffeine down before you burn yourself baka.GÇ¥ The man blinked twice, surprised at the hostility in his partners voice, shot him a venomous look as if to say GÇ£ItGÇÖs your damn fault IGÇÖm here.GÇ¥ GÇ£Wrong side of the bed or something crawl up yer arse Amarrian?GÇ¥ GÇ£Those cubesGÇª..GÇ¥ GÇ£Those rGÇÖsposed to make you happyGÇªGÇª didnGÇÖt take you for that kindGÇªyour God must be-GÇ£ GÇ£** off Makoai!GÇ¥ He brushed it off with a dismissing wave, exhorting a exasperated huff from the Caldarian who seemed to find his confidence amongst all that indignation. His voice still occasionally trembled and broke at odd intervals but he covered for this speaking more to himself and any one of the immortals. GÇ£You guys actually spend time with this tool?GÇ¥ He asked them, leaning over the gap nudging Vysion in the ribs playfully with and elbow. GÇ£Oh hey those look really good, might get some for myself huh? Good taste JaijiiGÇª.whereGÇÖs that pretty waitress huh? But seriouslyGÇª.. GÇ£ GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14252	Posted - 2014.11.06 22:34:00 - [24] - Quote Kador let out a sibilant whisper, momentarily enjoying the sharp pain as the cool air was sucked over the tops of his teeth, but kept silent. MakoaiGÇÖs eyes bulged with a mixture of shock and pain as Galm landed a crushing blow against his wrist, dislocating it in a single sweeping motion, before turning the lit cigarette against the flesh of his inner arm. At first Kador was thankful, the manGÇÖs own sweat seemed to snuff out the glowing orange ring pressing into his skin, however that feeling was short lived. His face turned a distinct puce and he began to tug at the lame arm trying vainly to struggle against the empyreanGÇÖs iron grip. This was perhaps the first time Kador had truly witnessed the sporadic and instantaneous display of violence that he knew Galm to be capable of, and was for the moment shocked to inaction by it. Pity welled up from inside him. Makoai had deserved no such punishment for his actions. As Galm released him his arm he withdrew to the edge of the booth clutching the damaged limb tightly to his body, breathing heavily, and whimpering pathetically. He didnGÇÖt look at any of them, just kept his head down staring down at the sudden grotesque angle his hand was now locked into with a look of stupor marring his features. GÇ£Y-youGÇª..broke itGÇª. Kirjuun-haan..GÇ¥ He stammered, hysteria creeping into his voice, repeating the same formal and polite wording Galm had chosen, adding meaningless honorifics lest he suffer more harm. GÇ£I-itGÇÖsGÇª oh MakerGÇª. It canGÇÖt be fixedGÇª.why? I-GÇª..GÇ¥ Before he could even finish Vysion leaned over from the other table where he, Junko, and Templar Vadam had been enjoying their food, clasping in his hands a wad of kneaded pancakes and honey. He took MakoaiGÇÖs hand not gingerly, patiently waiting as he flinched, withdrew, and finally relented, smearing the sticky mix of honey and saliva over the burn on his inner arm before wrapping it neatly. Kador interjected before Galm could, leaning across the table placing himself between them trying to ease the man before he did something else foolish. GÇ£Calm down.GÇ¥ He hissed at the older man, barely paying any attention to him, wincing as Vysion bound the wound. GÇ£Just keep a lid on it, weGÇÖll get you fixed up, and consider it four hundred thousand.GÇ¥ GÇ£He ******* broke my wrist! I-GÇ£ He wailed, not bothering to keep his voice low. KadorGÇÖs arm shot out, grasping the top of the manGÇÖs balding head, bringing him in close so that their faces were only centimetres apart. GÇ£Look itGÇÖs dislocated as worstGÇª.. HeGÇÖs sorry. ThatGÇÖs his sorry faceGÇª. Just keep quiet for now and maybe you get through this without him actually breaking it.GÇ¥ GÇ£Pay rise. MoreGÇ¥ he sniffed. MakoaiGÇÖs voice was petulant, but calmer than it had been, heGÇÖd grasped the gravity of the situation now and was wary of Galm and the others. GÇ£FineGÇªjust apologise and shut up.GÇ¥ He did so without question and lapsed into silence nursing his wrist. It was evident that the pain still troubled the man but he kept it to himself. The Amarrian let loose one of his characteristic sighs as he returned to his seat. However this time he chose to lean forwards keeping both arms up above the table, pushing the coffee cup out to the limits of his reach. What a fine mess these EmpyreanGÇÖs are, he thought to himself bitterly, discounting the other Templar from their ranks, who of all of them seemed to retain some semblance of Amarrian dignity. He glanced over ta his counterpart who seemed to be enjoying his breakfast and started suddenly. Several dark red splotches were visible around his upper lip, Kador was about to raise this to VysionGÇÖs attentions when he realised it was not blood and simply gave his kinsman a knowing smirk. The back to Galm who was still sitting there with a foul look on his face and some kind of anger in his cybernetic eyes. GÇ£Easy there Fae-haan, this guyGÇÖs a promoterGÇªfact heGÇÖs our promoter, and heGÇÖs on board about theGÇª..GÇ¥ Kador leaned in closer to the half-breed to whisper. GÇ£The maaatch fixingGÇª.heGÇÖs on board for thatGÇª. Just the kind of guy I need to get my GÇ£equipmentGÇ¥ shipped in discretely.GÇ¥ GÇ£How does this all work then?GÇ¥ GÇ£Like so Choirboy.GÇ¥ Mila to Kador, Sub Zero Club, Shoashu Sasaanko
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14384	Posted - 2014.11.10 20:32:00 - [25] - Quote Clockwork Jester wrote: GÇ£If the second round really is going to be a giant cluster **** you two altar boys might want to watch your backs.GÇ¥ Kador gave an indifferent shrug. As far as anyone on this station was aware, perhaps excluding Gabrac himself and his cronies, he was just an spoilt Amarrian Heir looking for a good time. Considering this he returned to drinking his coffee. "HeGÇÖs sorry. ThatGÇÖs his sorry faceGÇª. Just keep quiet for now and maybe you'll get through this." -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 14720	Posted - 2014.11.17 21:19:00 - [26] - Quote Galm Fae wrote: "Good. Any of you need to load into a new body, I need you scouting the area and placing bombs. See what guard positions you can start to disable before strike tomorrow. Do it clean and quiet. No one can know we're here. Makoai is it? You do... Whatever it is you agreed to do. On top of that, I need eyes and ears inside the station. Marking targets, getting us reservations, and getting that wrist checked out. If your on our team then you might as well have a working arm. Are we all clear on what needs to get done." The Amarrian listened to the briefing in silence, still sipping form the dark, murky liquid caffeine relishing its bitter taste and rejuvenating influence. Despite the fact that he'd actually enjoyed himself, and one of his operations for the first time in a very long time, and despite the fact that he secretly felt no desire to be party to acts that would wreak havoc on the citizenry, he was unable to ignore the culmination of years of desert warfare. Security forces strong points and barracks were already very apparent to him his eyes having picked up with relative ease where the uniformed security forces congregated at regular intervals throughout the day following their designated patrols or to have a smoke in peace. moreover Kador had identified several brothels and night clubs where he determined and disproportionate number of station personnel frequented which if required could be brought down quickly enough leaving few survivors. Still the though sickened him. Templar soldier were forged to serve God with iron will and to strike with impunity at his foes beneath the heavens..... they were not made to murder the innocent, even the godless and lost were not deserving on such ignominious death without first being offered the gifts of the Faith. He drained the last dregs of his coffee as Vysion rose to leave and at the counter. Kador followed suit, nodding to Makoai to follow, who sprung up with a sudden gaiety wincing as he did so, thrilled to be leaving. They approached the counter to pay, but the waitress just shook her head, mumbling something in Nanpali about the coffee being on the house after Makoai loudly mentioned he was a Pit Fighter about to enter his preliminary fights. They followed Vysion swiftly as he cut his own path deeply lost in through. Eventually he seemed to break his own reverie, drawing a toothpick from his pocket and slipping it into what Kador assumed was an oddly familiar position. "Doctor! Uh...Vysion!" He called out casually hailing the Gallentean with a sharp gesture. " Well met this morning.... I was wondering if I could ask a favour?" "HeGÇÖs sorry. ThatGÇÖs his sorry faceGÇª. Just keep quiet for now and maybe you'll get through this." -Kador Ouryon
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 15397	Posted - 2014.12.03 22:00:00 - [27] - Quote Vyzion Eyri wrote: He looked Templay Ouryon in the eyes and spoke between his teeth, keeping a firm clamp on his toothpick. "Sure. Fire away." Kador let out a sigh of relief, which was echoed but the quietly sobbing Makoai behind him, still cradling his inflamed arm, valiantly trying to push back mewls at the pain colouring his ruddy face with a look of deep concentration. His expression was pathetic small tears rolled down the sides of his cheeks every time a jolt of pain ran down his arm, his sniffling punctuated by heavy breathing. They'd stopped at the edge of what looked like an small dank alleyway between two tightly pressed together buildings, a canopy of steaming pipe works and industrial wiring stretched over them interwoven into a vast lattice, while below the filth of industrial run off mingled with condensation, and Fedo **** leaving a pungent scent to waft across the mouth of the alley and out onto the street. He wrinkled his nose instinctively. Prior to arriving on Shoashu Sasaanko he doubted he'd ever smelt something quite for vile on a civilian station, even one so far removed from the Imperial Centre such as the Mandate or Devoid. He carefully stepped around a river of the filth so as not to dirty his boots any more than they already were, grunting harshly as this exhorted a snigger out of Makoai, and approached their medic. So far so good, he considered, was not expecting him to acquiesce so easily. He propped himself up against the building wall, facing Vysion, leaning back into the reassuringly solid structure, appreciating how cool it was. As it was humbling himself before another one of his peers was not something Kador found easy to do. "Makoai needs someone to look at his wrist. I can appreciate the Galm doesn't like the man.....that's fine..... but I need him on this one. Unlike the rest of you who can smuggle your stuff in easily I can't. To get what I need I need him willing to work for me." He explained quickly, stumbling over some of the words. "Just for the record" the elderly Caldarian cut in, grunting painfully. " All you asked me to do was promote you..... y-y said nothin' bout no targets or fuckin' psychopath mercenaries.... so i-" The Templar sucked in air testily, marvelling at how it whistles against his teeth and silenced the man instantly. "You'd be a fool to think I was paying you what I am for nothing more than promoting. You'll do as I say, when I say, and get your reward when I deem that you have sufficiently carried out your duty. You do understand that word Makoai...duty...." Makoai recoiled as if stung, an interesting mix of physical pain, emotional hurt, and indignation marring his face. He looked vulnerable. Kador capitalised on that and continued. "If you don't I might take Galm's advice. So close your mouth, you will need all the charm you possess today. Don't bother wasting it on me." He turned back to Vysion and shrugged. Calling Makaoi to heel was no more difficult than dealing with a finicky Slaver. "So if you have time would you see to him? My matches begin soon and I believe he has work to do...besides.... regardless of whether or not like the man he is mortal and he did not deserve that." I said, "Empress, I do this, I thought that you knew this. Can't stand non-believers and honest, the truth is...
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 16203	Posted - 2014.12.22 04:49:00 - [28] - Quote Reserved *"He spoke, and we made it so all worlds were one, all peoples were one, all faiths, creeds, and nationalities were one.
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 16916	Posted - 2015.02.02 00:19:00 - [29] - Quote Kador revelled in the sense of freedom he felt as Vysion led the fat Caldari man away towards the medical wards. It was an exquisite thing he considered passing between the overhanging eaves of a squalid looking street composed entirely of rusted steel girders ignoring the slight squelch his boots made as he crossed a large puddle of industrial run off. Prevising their GÇ£doctorGÇ¥ could see to the ageing man he might even be able to hold up his end of their business transaction before the preliminary rounds of the contest, perhaps even giving Kador enough pull with those in charge of the event to requisition a docking pass for his assets. Kador took on a purposeful stride, making his way swiftly towards the Pit using the most direct methods he knew from the short time he had spent on the station, pushing his way between the pedestrians offing low grunts of admission if he disturbed them. As before he was struck again by a certain dissonance as masses of paying customers packed into the lines to watch men and women beat each other to death in violent contests of strength. The concept was so foreign to him, yet similar to other things he understood about his own people, yet was senseless and turned to the sake of entertainment and sport. He ignored the line, pressing his way forwards ignoring cries of displeasure of the seething lines, and though into the Pit where upon he was immediately confronted by two of GabracGÇÖs thugs, one who looked to be the fattest, and least intelligent human being Kador had ever come across, and the other the sleazy looking bastard from the night before. Before the Amarrian could say a word the fat one wrapped his thick fingers around his neck and roughly shoved him towards the exit as the other cackled roughly. GÇ£Leave the poor bastard alone BruteGÇª.heGÇª.ahahaGÇªheGÇÖs got a date in the Pits with the other.GÇ¥ He straightened abruptly into an overly dramatic bow. GÇ£But this oneGÇÖs off limits Brute olGÇÖbuddy one of them lordly, self-righteous, overly frustrated types yGÇÖknow. Put GÇÿim down.GÇ¥ The one called Brute did as he was told with a grunt of disappointment then oddly bowed his head with a genuine, albeit simple, respect that didnGÇÖt really understand what was going one. Kador stood back up, rubbing at his neck where the other man had held him in a vice like grip, grimacing and breathing heavily. GÇ£ThanksGÇª.. I guess. Which way to thGÇª..GÇ¥ GÇ£You get an ass last night Lordship?GÇ¥ The sleazy thug cut him off with a knowing grin, forming a circle with his finger and moving the index finger of his other hand in a rude manner. GÇ£Since you turned down GabracGÇÖs off I assumed you found that even the flop houses have GÇÿhoresGÇªGÇª just wonderinGÇÖ if you got that stick out yerGÇÖ arse?GÇ¥ GÇ£**** off.GÇ¥ Kador, sternly this time. GÇ¥Just tell me where the pox ridden changing rooms are.GÇ¥ The sleazy bastard just shrugged, unwilling to talk and altogether amused greatly by the situation and KadorGÇÖs sour disposition, however his partner simply pointed off down one of the halls opposite where the crowds were entering. He nodded his thanks and made for the gate passing into one of the halls and following directions down into the changing rooms. He eyed competitors warily as he entered, passing between all manner of scum, psychopath, and desperate gutter trash, grabbed a small pack out of a locker with his name on it, and took a seat by himself in a small alcove by the filthy showers. as he passed by he could not help but notice the sheer number of tattooGÇÖs many of them wore, most on the arms and face, one even had full body tattooGÇÖs covering the GÇ£entiretyGÇ¥ of his exposed skin. He changed into the contents of the pack without question, a pair of capped boots, a tight fitting sleeveless shirt, and some simple mid length cargo pants with the loops and pockets removed as if some old Caldari bastard hadnGÇÖt had time and used a pocket knife. It hand become immediately apparent his own clothing would be more a hindrance than anything else, and quite frankly was sick of the lack of respect it cultured. The roar of the crowds was definitely audible from the changing rooms. It rose in climax every now and then punctuated by undulating gasps and chants from the blood hungry spectators. It wasnGÇÖt long before his own turn came and his world became a blur of light and noise. If someone had drugged him Kador didnGÇÖt know when, or where, or howGÇª.but under the heavy glare of the arenaGÇÖs lighting he was already slick with sweat and his shirt stuck to him in an unpleasant manner, the zip almost half undone by his heavy breaths. He remembers the roar of the crowd as the last match was finished, he also remembered seeing Galm dripping blood from his mouth matching the hellish glow of his augmented red eyes, he also remembered seeing what he thought might have been a man once, now spread across the floor of the Pit leaving him to trail bloody foot prints up and into the ring. All around was a crush of people, jostling and vying for the best viewing position of the inevitable death that was about to occur. Their mewling was maddening to the Amarrian. He could smell the violence in the airGÇªand to him it smelt of blood and decay. "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 16916	Posted - 2015.02.02 00:20:00 - [30] - Quote A relative new comer to the scene our first competitor is a mystery with no known wins in any of the circuitsGÇª.. HeGÇÖs a definite underdog in this competition but if the resurgence of our other Amarrian competitors is anything to judge by we may have a real fight on our hands. Will we have a second qualified from the Throne Worlds? HeeeeeeereeeeeeeGÇÖs the Hound [term that refers to Slaver Hounds]! Kador snorted with derision as they announced him, following the guidance of the ring side attendants, marvelling at the scale of the Pits and the overwhelming resonance of the crowd in the converted cargo hangar. So much for Desert Rat, he thought ironically, wholly understanding MakaoiGÇÖs angle on this one. The name wouldnGÇÖt have soldGÇª.but the man had done his job. It was fitting. He kicked aside a lonely tooth as he was roughly shoved into the arena as the announcers continued to introduce his opponent. Coming to us today with six kills, nine knock outs, and no yields from last season is Kisamaru GÇ£RaijuGÇ¥ Yagame riding on his recent successes in the unofficial circuits and victory in last monthGÇÖs minor league invitational he hopes to launch himself into spot light in his first major competition. Named for his unique full body designs heGÇÖs certainly been one weGÇÖve talked about in the past. For a moment nothing happened. The crowd quieted down a bit as his opponent entered the arena from the far side. He was tall, well built, lithe, and most of all dangerous. However this was all secondary to the artwork that adorned his body. His face was a snarling, hellish visage of a heathen spirit completed with curling horns that extended up onto his scalp, curved teeth, a flowing mane extending down his neck. This continued down onto his torso where conflicting images of serene mountain landscapes became juxtaposed between other scenes of brutality and violence, while his arms and legs continued the animalistic features of the Raiju. As the cameras and visual displays focused on this designs audience burst into a roar of approval. ((plz don't crucify me for the lack of originality..... I need a momment tor revise and do a laguage check)) "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."

True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 16976	Posted - 2015.02.04 02:58:00 - [31] - Quote Beneath the heavy glare of the PitGÇÖs many overhead high beams the air Kador breathed was a turbid mix of sweat, smoke, and a tangible bloodlust coalesced into a rich scent of decay that filled the lungs and gave him the unpleasant sensation of drowning. He hunkered down, steadying himself in the ring, quickly taking stock of the surroundings, as featureless as they were save for the blood stains and occasions stretch of barbed wire coiled around the ropes. A buzzing sound distracted him for a moment, a small camera drone hovered just out of his reach panning around him, its cyclopean optical assembly dart rapidly from place to place in pre-programmed motions capturing images of the arena, the crowd, and the combatants. As its focus flicked back to him he returned its gaze with a disapproving glare of his own before the tiny thing floated off into the riot of noise and light. Beyond the first rows of seats, towards the back of the viewing areas he could, to his surprise, see through the louring murk a green neon sign that read GÇ£DonGÇÖt die too quickly Kal!GÇ¥ held aloft by a small group of indistinguishable shapes. His opponent, who had taken a knee in the opposite corner rose now, trotting across the ring as glinted off a pair of protective metal caps at his knees, something heGÇÖd not noticed before. He jogged over offering Kador and arm up before the match started. The gesture of sportsmanship completely took Kador aback and without thinking the scenario through he instinctively reached out for the manGÇÖs tattooed hand grasping it firmly with his dominant arm. RaijuGÇÖs attack was too fast for Kador to see, he pulled down on KadorGÇÖs fore arm as his steel capped knee lancing up to strike at the Amarrian fighters face. It impacted sharply with his jaw and flooring the Templar in a single blow, a long arc of blood trailing from his lips. He crumpled, visibly concussed, convulsing as the crowds roar reached its fevered pitch and as his opponent ruthlessly laid a pair of kicks into his gut and groin. Suddenly KadorGÇÖs foot shot out in a swift arc, catching both of the CaldarianGÇÖs legs and sweeping him to the floor allowing him time to rise groggily from the floor and slip into the stances heGÇÖd be trained in, locking his elbows in tightly to his core, keeping his feet wide, and head down. This opponent rose with all the graces of a pit fighter, slamming a fist angrily into the floor roaring with anger and rushed the Amarrian in another series of blows, trying to find purchase in KadorGÇÖs guard. The Amarrian held firm turning aside the blows with simple side steps and flicks of the wrist attempting to grapple with the smaller man. His opponent was all ferocity, no technique or control, much like Kador himself relying all on a constant barrage of attacks to put his opponent on the back foot. He recognised the danger of the manGÇÖs kicks, his lower body strength was incredible and the steel caps on his knees and boots only served to accentuate the damage theyGÇÖd naturally do. A nasty series of abdominal punches managed to sneak through his guard and Kador silently thanked his own foresight in having built up his muscles rather than focusing on learning techniques as the punches barely slowed him down. He reversed a blow to the head striking out with his own elbow aiming for the other manGÇÖs jaw with the intent to break it, however his opponent slipped away suffering a grazing wound to the shoulder. KadorGÇÖs blood was up. It felt wonderful to be unrestrained, to be angry for no reason at all. His opponent would bleed for his, heGÇÖd die for making a fool of himGÇª. and Kador realised here he didnGÇÖt have to feel ashamed of that. Another blow hammered him across his jaw loosening his teeth forcing him back into the ropes where a thin section of barbed wire cut into his back drawing a thick line of blood. Each concurrent attack forced the barbs deeper and cut more jaggedly sending thick rivulets of hot blood along his back. He slipped into a cold rage, head butting the Caldari back, throwing his shoulder into the incoming counter blow snapping the tattooed manGÇÖs wrist with a resounding crack. Raiju stumbled back in pain, clutching at his broken wrist, causing the demonic tattoo on his face to appear to snarl, his own eyes now looking fearful. Kador rushed him blindly pouring all of his anger and hate of man into a vicious lariat that carried Raiju to the floor, pulping the flesh with blood trailing from his nose and mouth. The crowd quieted as a single combined breath was withheld before the climax. "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 16976	Posted - 2015.02.04 02:59:00 - [32] - Quote The Amarrian knew what came next. It would dictate his reception by the crowd, could earn him what he needed from Gabrac. The Caldari rose sluggishly, his dominant right arm hanging limply by his side, the other clutching at his neck as he spat blood from between bloodied lips. GÇ£*****GÇª. **sonGÇª..GÇ¥ He croaked venomously. Kador surprised himself with his own reaction lashing out in succession at the manGÇÖs abdominals and groin throwing Raiju off balance and leaving him choking on his own blood. Before the dazed Caldari could he lashed out again wedging two fingers in the Caldari's mouth, the palm of the other hand on the back of his head, and cast his head down at the floor with all his might in a brutal neck drop. For a moment the Caldarian defied gravity, looking stunned as his body pivoted on his central axis in an instant, before he slammed into the ground, his neck snapping loudly in an unnatural direction. Broken Raiju barely resembled the man heGÇÖd been at the start of the fight. He was no longer a predator, the tattooed beast no longer seemed to snarl, and his skin beneath the designs was pallid. He let out a long sigh and felt the satisfaction of the victory roll over him. His jaw was awash with pain and though his body aches the endorphin rush rapidly curbed the worst of it. He spat out a thick globule of blood and wasnGÇÖt surprised to see the shattered fragments of a tooth in the syrupy mix by his boot. GÇª.ThatGÇÖs it! THAT IS IT!... Our underdogGÇª. HasGÇª Won! In an unexpected turn of events Hound reversed the tables on the match favourite and brought the expectations of his fan base crashing down around them. All brawn and no graces, our Hound might just be a contestant to watch down the roadGÇª.no doubt those heGÇÖs made himself some fans. "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."*
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 17019	Posted - 2015.02.08 20:06:00 - [33] - Quote (Reserved Pending Short Post in 1 Hour) "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 17080	Posted - 2015.02.10 22:03:00 - [34] - Quote Kador glared disdainfully at the pair, as Galm sipped at his juice box and Zippang proffered the satchel of chemicals with a naturally black hearted grin, and too the offering with a grunt of thanks. Galm Fae wrote: "Hey now," Pixy murmured, "There's an idea... Killer work out there imperial, I didn't know you had it in ya." The prospect was certainly and interesting one. The pair had almost come to blows before and the issue likely remained unresolved. He gathered another nebulous mix of congealing blood, saliva, and possibly shards of his shattered tooth and launched them at the floor beside GalmGÇÖs boot ignoring that manGÇÖs angry protests. He gave the contents of the satchel a cursory glance with something between interest and a forced courtesy for the half-breedGÇÖs erstwhile patron, masking his surprise as he recognised a number of very powerful hallucinogens heGÇÖd personally made use of himself while questioning Sani cultists and made a mental not to avoid the ones that were specifically likely to cause his clone permanent harm. GÇ£Beast huh?GÇ¥ he muttered, wondering which of the drugs had pain relief properties. His knowledge on the basic toxicology of such boosters was limited. There was an expectant look on GabracGÇÖs face as he watched the Amarrian rifle through the satchel. He almost crowed when Kador drew from the confines a small vial of Frentix and slipped it into the pockets of his cargo pants. He turned to Galm whose face was still hidden behind his drink, augmented eyes glaring daggers and him, flashed him a bloody grin. "Gotta say I wasn't expecting this Fae. You never told me the pay was this good or that it was so easy to get a good lay this far out.... I'll be The Hound I guess. Never had a job that pays nearly so good as this one or in a place that has the charm Snowfall does....or the perks." "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 17089	Posted - 2015.02.11 00:37:00 - [35] - Quote Kador curse his own stupidity under his breath realising for perhaps the first time that perhaps Galm hadn't necessarily walked away from his previously life on Snowfall cleanly. Now perhaps because of his own stupidity he'd condemned some other poor woman to a terrible fate. He clenched his hands to fists, grinding his teeth together sending penitent barbs of pain right up into his skull as they individually tugged on the remnants of his broken toon, keeping himself from doing something stupid as the mobster left them in the changing rooms alone. Kador turned slowly to Galm dreading his reaction, loosening up his jaw, spiting a the final mix of bloody saliva onto the floor by his boot. He let the satchel of narcotics fall to the floor and nudged them under the small bench Galm had been sitting on previously. "Look Galm I'm sorry." He said letting the fa+ºade drop for a moment, his tone earnest as he savoured the bitter taste of the things he had said. Shame mixed with regret. "I never reali-" "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 17174	Posted - 2015.02.17 18:50:00 - [36] - Quote (Reserved I'll put a big post up this evening. Been off for a couple of day simply due to changes within the company I work) "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 17544	Posted - 2015.03.10 09:40:00 - [37] - Quote GÇ£HelloGÇ¥ he managed to croak back as the swarthy Gallentean approached them from the eaves of a nearby corridor, slouching down opposite Galm, and lighting up one of the dozen cigaretteGÇÖs he kept on hand. Jester looked no worse for wear than one might have expected from someone whoGÇÖd been in the pits, a couple of bruisers, his naturally foolish looking grin, and the remnants of a thin film of sweat developed through intense physical exertion. He left the pair where they were sitting ambling off towards the showers passing a dozen fighters who either looked slightly taken aback or nodded approvingly at him offering unintelligible praise of condemnation as he passed. The inside of his throat was dry, perhaps a side effect of the Frentix, and swollen, sticky with backwash of nanite infused blood and bile. Swallowing didnGÇÖt help, it was like watering a desert, and the barrens absorbed the moisture and seemed to only grow more desiccated. The showers were little more than exposed cubicles with a modest steel plate between each section that offered the Templar little comfort at all as he gingerly shrugged out of his clothing, carefully edging the fabric free from the patches where blood had dried around the wounds so as to avoid re-opening them. As before he found the luke warm water to be heavenly, washing away the rivulets of the darkening blood from his back and knuckles, where he was surprised to find the skin had split noticeable across his knuckles, wounds already closed and in the process of healing. He tried to avoid looking around at any of the other keeping his eyes firmly affixed to the tangled steel chain that dangled from thickly rusted over hanging pipe work, focusing solely on recollecting the blurry events and raw emotions that had consumed him, leaving the scalding water to run down his shoulders to soak into the bloodied vest he was kneading between his hands. He was still in control of himself. Gabrac may have through himself clever to put Kador in his debt, the drugs were certainly something any other immortal might have been swayed by, but to the Templar they were nothing more than tools, and valuable ones at that. He had to focus. HeGÇÖd already cost Galm a secret, and himself time that he did not have to watch out for a woman he did not even know existed and that he would be unlikely able to protect. Satisfied the blood stains had come out he tossed the vest over to the bench were the remainder of his clothes lay in a small heap, before taking a mouthful of the cascading water, allow it, despite the heat, to soothe rawness he felt in his throat. A few minutes later he stepped out of shower, gather his clothes, marvelling at how quickly they dried, and slipped out of the changing rooms, quickly moving through the corridors and out into the main plaza where once again he was greeted by the harsh glare of neon and seething crowds. The plaza itself was not so crowded as it had been the previous day and he found himself confidently picking his way through the crowds amidst thick columns of steam. HawkerGÇÖs was exactly as it had been as well, steady stream of clientele; revellers of all ethnicities comprised the line all who whom looked to be taken wholly by their personal vices, several swaying drunkenly, contained only by the velvet ropes. He skirted the mass, quickly making his way up the stairs passing the same pair of bouncerGÇÖs heGÇÖd seen there the day before, noting with satisfaction as they took a moment to recognise him, several of his match highlight playing out on the massive holographic displays above the plaza. If anyone in the line took issue with the unfolding situation no one commented, few enough even noticed him at all as he passed them by ushered in nervously by the security. He was not sure which aspect of him evoked this reaction in them, his being an immortal, or that he had successfully fought in the Pits. It mattered little though as he passed into the all too familiar den of inequity that was HawkerGÇÖs Club. "This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19009	Posted - 2015.05.14 01:39:00 - [38] - Quote While Kador wasn't surprised to find the regularly client+¿le in the self same seats he and Mila had left them in the previous night before though he had to admit to himself that of course without the sex seeking throngs the club itself was a pretty austere affair, and severely lacking its previous impact given his sobriety. That being said the dancers continued to dance, though the quality of such had diminished greatly as newer and decidedly less erotic dancers made their way onto the stages, drinks seemed to flow, and the cadences of a decidedly unpopular Matari-thrash metal band overlaid the whole affair with a sharp and dischordant tone. He glanced about searching the darker corners of the club expecting to spy the male members of Mila's company at the foot of one of the raised cat walks, perhaps exchanging knowing smirks of unkind comments about the milky eyed dancers, or perhaps even that eventually picking out the 'GO PIXIE!' cap at one of the bar stools bearing the cELL Indie Processors logo. The bar itself was carved out of a small section of the club, pressed together between what presumably would have been the private suites of the neighbouring Drop den, Way Down, or perhaps some lavish and comfortable smoking room belonging to the Executive's Lounge. Two dominant spans of colour ran the length of the iridescent black walls either side of the bar, coming together to eventually form the jagged reversed"cELL", in fluctuating shades of green and phosphorescent yellows. Individual tables and bars hung suspended from the ceiling using low powered grav-tethers while the stools pressed in beneath them remain starkly conventional in design. "Kal?!" Came familiar voice from behind him, though the woman it belonged to sounded nervous and out of sorts, and when her turned to her he could tell something was wrong. "You made it...awesome." She'd decided to forgo her usual cap in favour of letting her short mottled hair fall freely down the sides of her head where the tips of her ears peeked tentatively through the tangled and messy strands. The crooked smirk was gone. Her face appeared drawn and pale highlighting a faith dusting of freckles beneath cold blue eyes. "You don't exactly seem thrilled." He replied, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh no... don't get me wrong it's great....and the fight was a pretty close one. I'm just coming down off something right now and waiting for the next high..... doesn't help that one of those guys practically dragged one of the dancer's off stage before. Shame really. She was getting good." Kador bit down on his tongue hard triggering spams of pain from his broken tooth as it dug into the soft flesh enough to draw blood. Galm had been right. His slip up from earlier had garnered the poor woman the attentions of Gabrac's men and his selfish insistence that he waste time after the fight collecting himself had cost her. Worse still was the guilt that by pure coincidence his foolishness had affected someone she knew. "You know her Mila?" He replied attempting to sound casual, cursing himself internally as his voice almost broke. "I guess so Kal....." She said drifting off for a moment. "Mean I saw her around one of the clinics every now and then when Louisoix or one of the others was in for detox, talked to her a couple of times. Worked a gig here for a bit of extra money not that she needed it, probably just liked the place. Dyed her hair and everything before the shows..... probably just some ex-boyfriend or something pissed off." 'How long ago? What did they look like? Where?" "Five minutes I guess. Dyed blonde hair, tall, pretty, bigger rack than mi...." She mumbled, trailing off into obscurity, looking confused as the young Amarrian began to shake his head. " You mean the man? I'm not sure since I didn't really get a good look at him." He grimaced, trying to focus on one of the dancers to brush aside her questions, however he relented with a long sigh as she pushed her round face in front of his with a stern look. It would be easier to tell her most of the truth, she like most of the other station goers seemed inordinately perceptive, and the half truth just seemed to flow out with little effort. "It's my fault. I said some things I probably shouldn't have in front of Gabrac...Zippaang...whatever you call him and I think that he might have had a hand in this. If that's the case I have to do something." At the mention of Zippang's name she let out a nervous squeak, her eyed darting around suspiciously, reaching up as if to pull the cap that was no longer there down over her eyes, realising this was not possible she just leaned into Kador and rather ineffectually began to push him towards the table where the group had sat. They no longer hunched over their drinks quietly but has in the few moments since he'd arrived spread out between the bars and the catwalks talking boisterously as if nothing had happened "You can't get involved with them Kal." As she shoved him down into a seat, snatching her cap off the head of the blonde Gallentean, presumably Louisoix, taking one of the drinks and throwing her head back until the filmy liquid was gone. She looked more pale than ever if it were possible. "Please just leave it alone." "Mila you can't be serious. I If they k-" He shot back across the table angrily hammering a fist into the iridescent surface causing the grav-tether to fluctuate in a sharp burst of ethereal blue. "I'm ***** serious Kal. If they kill her it would be the least of her worries. If not then...." "What?" He spat back at her. "Let her get *, beaten, or both?" "I.....I don't know okay. But these people are serious you ass and it's not my ***** fault she's in there is it so sit down.......Sorry Kal. I didn't mean that, okay. If you go in there they'll just shoot you too." He did. And it felt like Iesa III all over again. The worst minutes of his life...... "That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die."
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19	Posted - 2015.05.20 22:46:00 - [39] - Quote Reserved "Crush all who complain!" `- Arkena Wyrnspire`
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19	Posted - 2015.06.02 00:31:00 - [40] - Quote Kador groan loudly into his palms as the half-breed sauntered over to the pair his voice lost in the mix of cheers as Galm offered the entire bar a round of free drinks in his typically carefree fashion. It was that carefree immaturity that Kador found himself both hating and appreciating in the man, a fundamental juxtaposition of character that somehow made Galm rather likeable. Beside him Mila squeaked loudly as Galm addressed her snatching the hat up from the floor and sidling around next to the Udorian, so that Galm could not help but notice her as he talked to Kador, with a skittish look on her face. "T-thanks." She mumbled, quickly dropping her gaze at the sight of his augmented golden eyes. "Welcome Kirjuun" Kador said offering Galm a sardonic smile. "Seems like you are fitting in quite nicely around his Fae-haan." He gestured at the mass of people crowding the bar pushing and squabbling with one another as if terrified their benefactor was going to rescind his generosity at a moments notice. Even Louisoix and the remainder of Mila's friends had jumped at the opportunity and had surged to the forefront of the melee. The only people who did not move were the dancers, however they barely appeared to be paying attention, glassy eyes and vacant expression looked to be far removed from matters at hand saving of course the rhythmic music and the evenings routines. "Come to get in a few licks before the fight or is there something I should know?" The last part of the phrase carried a meaning he was sure the young Caldari woman next to him wouldn't quite be able to identify even if she was suspicious of his relationship with Galm. "What do you want Galm?" "Crush all who complain!" `- Arkena Wyrnspire`

True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19	Posted - 2015.06.09 03:12:00 - [41] - Quote .........two hours ago. He barely got all of ten metres before he collapsed. His legs devoid of any remaining strength giving way causing him to fall violently forward retching, trying to keep himself under control. The street was a blur of disassociated colours and noises. Screaming voices and a pathetic moaning he identified as he own. Makoai slumped against the reassuring comfort of a nearby lamp post looking despondent and defeated on the curbside, his boots hanging limply in the filthy spillway collecting trails of sewerage. He barely noticed the rancid stench or the raging intensity of the inferno behind him where dozens of station security personnel were attempting to force back a growing throng of onlookers much to their disapproval. Already dozens of arms were raised with micro camera's and drones hovering about the area hoping to capture a morbid glimpse of that carnage that had become the small corner clinic. Vyzion had gone in minutes ago and not returned.....Gods and spirits the man hadn't even hesitated to walk into the fire, hadn't even said so much as a word before doing it, just walked in cold and unfeeling. It was that casual lack of regard for his own life that had disturbed the elderly Caldarian more than anything else, the dead look in the doctor's eyes before he'd told him to take the girl and go. Whether or not Vyzion had chosen to go back into the blaze Makoai never knew he had simply chosen to obey. Whatever of course had caused the inferno, explosion intention or not, was none of his business away way. The girl, he thought to himself confused, blinking smoke induced tears from his eyes, oh Gods.....no. She was incriminating. A quick glance over at her limp ashen body was enough to send waves of panic throughout his entire body. Soot covered her and dark red rings around her eyes suggested that she'd recently been crying, probably all she had time for in the brief moments of wakefulness between blissful unconscious spells. She didn't move however, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, and her complexion was pallid at best. She needed help......real medical help and her only hope wasn't here. Bastard, he thought bitterly, a sharp jolt of pain in his formerly dislocated arm causing him to immediately regret the thought. He stumbled to his feet, leaving the girl on the side walk, arms clutching at the passers by. "She ne...needs h-help!" He mewled, pointing. "Y'got comm unit boy nawh use it! Git her some damnable help!" A few people rushed over to check on the girl allowing the Caldarian to stumble free of the chaos, briskly lurching away from the scene. Ancestors be damned I won't watch her die....I won't.......no, she could be like my little girl. Making for the main promenades where he could get a rail cart back to his bar and back to his wine. If you don't I might take Galm's advice. So close your mouth, you will need all the charm you possess today. Don't bother wasting it on me. The words permeated his mind. Without realising it he'd begun to quiver, his eyes teared up, threatening to overflow down his cheeks. He'd forgotten for a moment the Amarrian was the same as Vyzion, immortal. He'd not tolerate failure, not for the fortune in ISK he'd paid the man. He needed to do his job. "You wevil-arsed **." He muttered under his breath, cursing the Udorian. " What filthy lice ridden slaver did you *** mother fu....." He cut off. A stroke of brilliance, perhaps his best yet. He changed his course completely forgetting the little girl and the guilt from the moment before pulling gaudy looking NeoCom out of his coveralls. "Shash me ole' pal. Y'still in that bookie business bud........what'dya mean shush? You an' me go right back to the start of that thing. Got a tip for ya though. Strong new competitor coming around. Y'could make a few scripts offa him if my gut is right and y'know it usually is pal....... cut? What'dya mean cu......dun need one....I uh.....already got one........." Present.......... [TBC] "Crush all who complain!" `- Arkena Wyrnspire`
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19	Posted - 2015.06.11 23:15:00 - [42] - Quote Quote: "Look at all of them, Udorian. It's like they're not even people. They're just... I'm not quite sure. Ambient manifestations of this shithole, I suppose. They're like fedos, crawling all over each other to swallow down another chunk of Snowfall's festering corpse. They don't care about us. Ancestors choke, they don't even care about each other. When it all boils down these men, and I use that term lightly, are all here to tend to their most base needs. Sex, beer, and violence. Chaos." Kador listened absently as Galm spoke somewhat surprised by the half-breeds undisguised disdain all the while admiring the sublime irony that of all the places he'd ever met with the man that Snowfall was the place where he found Galm to be most in his element. He could see it in the way the man causally leaned back against the table unaffected by the infectious atmosphere that Snowfall seemed to possess as if he lived and breathed the culture of violence. Sex, beer, and violence. Chaos, as Galm had put it. Still it concerned the Udorian greatly that Galm didn't seem to see his own hand in that chaos after all it had been him who'd triggered the stampede. Quote: "Anyway, I'm just here to make sure you didn't go off and get yourself into trouble after you heard of what I had done to that poor woman. I'm glad to see to see you're wise enough to veer from unnecessary danger. I respect that." As the halfbreed set down the bottle Kador snatched it up with a firm hand hesitating as if to decide whether or not he was going to take a swill of the unknown liquid himself before for it shifting it to the far side of the table with a low grunt that signalled he did not want to talk about the woman. He turned back to Galm shrugging off the feigned look hurt in the golden eyes. "We still have our fight. Wouldn't want to disappoint your fans." He replied unsociably crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. His tone was dead pan hinting at sarcasm. "Speaking of, this is Tahiko Mila. Your self professed greatest fan. None Pixier." [TBC] "Crush all who complain!" `- Arkena Wyrnspire`
True Adamance Praetoriani Classiarii Templares Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 19	Posted - 2015.06.17 21:36:00 - [43] - Quote Writing it as I type this. Teaser: "Matari gin fountained across the main atrium of the HawkerGÇÖs Strip Club a lattice work of intermingled disbelief, frustrations, and shameful appreciation." "Crush all who complain!" `- Arkena Wyrnspire`

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