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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.02.02 17:18:00 -
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Thal stood atop one of the VIP boxes atop the arena, watching the fights below. He had decided to climb up there so he could separate himself from the grime and vulgarity of the massive crowd of people.
His robes blew in the simulated wind as he watched Galm leave the arena. Thal could only think of one word to describe Galm's fight...
"Disgusting" he said aloud
Galm fought like an animal, a feral beast...and Thal thought it tasteless. He had no idea how to react to it. To Thal, there was a difference between fighting and killing. It seemed like Galm saw no such distinction.
The crowd was worse, cheering like Galm was a hero. These men and woman were vile, the worst humanity had to offer. They pleasured themselves on death and blood, they cheer to an animal like he is some kind of Demi-God. He found it comical really, there was no honor among these people.
From atop his perch above the arena, he spied Junko as she deployed some kind of drone. It looked at him a moment and he waved. He turned back down to the Arena and chuckled at what he saw. Young Master Kador had stepped into the arena, dressed in an outfit relatively similar to that of the crowd. His opponent looked no less distinguished, just another brute. He was scheduled to fight after Kador, and while he looked forward to it...he was curious how the tank pilot would handle himself.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
16976
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Posted - 2015.02.04 02:58:00 -
[122] - 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 himGǪ. 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."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
16976
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Posted - 2015.02.04 02:59:00 -
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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.
Gǣ*******GǪ. *****sonGǪ..Gǥ 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.
GǪ.ThatGÇÖs it! THAT IS IT!... Our underdogGǪ. HasGǪ 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 roadGǪ.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."
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
60
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Posted - 2015.02.04 04:39:00 -
[124] - Quote
Thal watched Kador's fight with the look of a teacher examining a student during a test. Thal didn't expect Kador to impress him, nor did he think Kador really cared what his opinion was...but Thal was disappointed. Kador had always presented himself very well outside this environment, acting with near perfect form and function. However, something about this place was changing the man. Kador had beaten his foe without mercy, in an effort to make his death painful. There was no style, no purpose.
Thal's robes continued to blow in the wind, his from appearing a dark shadow to those who could see him. He reached into his robes and felt the chain around his neck and the gold ring on the chain's end. He heard a footstep behind him.
"Please go, I don't want to keep seeing you"
The voice of Clara responded "Why?"
"Because you are temptation, and I will resist"
"Thal...I love you..."
"No, you don't. You want sex, you want a good time, you want to satisfy yourself, and frankly it's disgusting"
She didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at him
"There is someone for you out there, but it isn't me. My heart belongs to another, and I am bound to that."
Thal heard a click and turned. Clara looked angry, was crying, and she had a flaylock pistol
"W-who is she?"
"Clara, put it down"
She just stood there with the gun. Thal moved slowly towards her, and then she blinked. Thal slapped the gun out of her hand and grabbed her by the neck
"Stop chasing me, you need to go live your own life"
And with that, Thal knocked her out. He decided to leave her up there, she would be safe and could find her way. Thal felt the ring one more time before making his climb down.
It was his turn to enter the battle, and he was ready. He walked down the arena halls toward the entrance to the pit itself, still dressed in his robes. A young Caldari man walked beside him
"Hey mate, what's your pit name"
Thal thought a moment
"...Archangel"
The Caldari man took down the name and walked off. Thal was going to get through this and come out Amarr, it was time he let the world know that.
He took a seat and readied himself for the call.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
340
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Posted - 2015.02.04 05:28:00 -
[125] - Quote
Every second was a second in a surprising feeling of awe as hya'salia's micro-drone recorded the fight, up until the moment adamance brought the man down in a vicious neck-drop. the snapping of the bones reverted all throughout the arena.
Hya'salia was fortunate to turn away as Raiju died, recalling her drone and putting her wristcomp to sleep. she now knew the kind of man adamance was.
he was a warrior. so is thal, so was galm.
and then her wristcomp beeped. she down at it, and saw the upcoming notice for the next round of fights
Thal was thankfully, not her opponent. knowing this she breathed out a small sigh of relief, and then decided to visit the pit entrances, so she walked down the stairs towards the upper preparation rooms. there , waiting for his next fight, was Thal. he had been sitting there with somewhat of a hard look to him, though having just seen someone die in front of them was no small matter. she mused that something else had been amiss and decided not to press the issue.
'maybe he's nervous?' she thought to herself, that was when she decided then and there to do a crazy thing and gave the man a quick slap to the shoulders in a friendly manner
"so, the next round of fights now huh?" she said in her usual attitude; nonchalant and mischevious. she took a seat in the benches across from thal, and adjusted her ponytail a bit before looking at the Amarrian.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
373
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Posted - 2015.02.04 06:31:00 -
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Galm stood in the lockers for some time, panting and vomiting into a small drainpipe in the floor. His hand shook violently as he stood there, lost in this own adrenaline rush. The twisting behind his face was worse now than it had been before as unseen tendrils of thought began to crawl underneath his skin, probing different parts of his psyche before taking root and forming a direct connection in his brain. Pixy doubled over, gripping his chest as a series of new memories washed over him from the Seituoda. As he rose he finally took note of his arms, covered in gossamer blood up to his elbows and wrapped in an equally bloodstained chain. A single set of applause began at the rear of the locker room as a sea of observing gladiators parted to reveal a smiling Zipang.
"My. Little. Breadwinner!" the man exclaimed gleefully through an absolutely jubilant grin, "That, my friend, was simply what people had come to expect from you!"
"You made it too easy," Galm panted, gripping tightly to the gold necklace. He was slightly offended, having such an incompetent mercenary thrown against him like he were some sort of washed up has-been in need of pity.
"Well," Grabarc replied with a slight knot in his throat, "Sort of. Warlock was a bit of a fan favorite for reasons around here that continue to allude me. He was your standard crowd pleaser, people through his tacky gold-plated image on everything. T-shirts. Wife-beaters. Lunchboxes. We can't have that anymore now that you're my new champion, ja'feel? Besides, you have a much better... Hmmm... Sex appeal I suppose. Gods know Wynn only wore the chains so he knew where to stop shaving."
"How in the world did a fink like that become a crowd pleasing champion in the first place?"
Grabarc threw his head back and groaned, sliding over on his bench slightly and patting the spot to invite Galm as he reached between his legs to pick up a juice box and offer it to the immortal. Fae snatched the drink skeptically and eyed it over briefly before puncturing the pouch with the sharp plastic straw and taking a spot next to Zipang.
"What can I say Pixy? The gold age of immortal cage matches might be drawing to a close. Back during the uprising when we plucked you and all those other refugees up out of empire space, we had so many that we were shipping them off to backwaters. All these games? Just started as a way to keep all of you from killing each other off... Well... At least we found a way to keep things civil. Then people like you started to expand your horizons and just started to leave. Poof. By-by. It's almost sad, we don't have many of the old breed left. Hell, I suppose I should just be thankful that Snowfall has more to it than a load of crazed mercenaries offing themselves."
Galm gave a critical slurp of acknowledgement from his drink, blowing the pouch off the straw and into Grabarc's face when it was empty.
"I don't expect you to pity me boy'o," he spat, reaching down and grabbing another juice box and passing it to Pixy, "But like it or not you're just as responsible for this station as I am. I remember when your warbarge steamed into port here, loaded up with a whole frickin' sea of other soldiers and their clones. Most people got out of their with their entire units, really started to keep to their own groups and whatnot. But not you. Little Galm Fae, all alone. No unit, no friends. People didn't really want to speak to you, talk to you, get to know you. They all told me the saaaaaaaaaame sad story. The Pixy, the boy whose unit was torn between their ties to the Templis and their own right to survival. Half the ship wanted to kill you for being a Dragonaur, the other half was afraid to touch you after how many Provists you killed down there trying to escape. You had no employer or family, so I came to you and said?--"
Galm took a single sip of his second drink and turned to face Grabarc.
"You asked me if I wanted a job."
"Aye," he breathed knoding his head as he turned to watch Kador on the television, "Aye I did. I like to think I made a friend then. Even though you left for a bit, I'm glad to see a friend return. Hopefully... With some new friends."
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GǪ.ThatGÇÖs it! THAT IS IT!... Our underdogGǪ. HasGǪ 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 roadGǪ.no doubt those heGÇÖs made himself some fans.
The Udorian surprised Galm, crashing down on his opponent with a force that only years of pent up aggression could accomplish. He felt and odd sense of satisfaction and pride for the man, taking another sip from his blood soaked juice box as he patiently waited for Kador's return to the lockers to join his midday soiree with Advir.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
62
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Posted - 2015.02.04 20:42:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:Every second was a second in a surprising feeling of awe as hya'salia's micro-drone recorded the fight, up until the moment adamance brought the man down in a vicious neck-drop. the snapping of the bones reverted all throughout the arena.
Hya'salia was fortunate to turn away as Raiju died, recalling her drone and putting her wristcomp to sleep. she now knew the kind of man adamance was.
he was a warrior. so is thal, so was galm.
and then her wristcomp beeped. she down at it, and saw the upcoming notice for the next round of fights
Thal was thankfully, not her opponent. knowing this she breathed out a small sigh of relief, and then decided to visit the pit entrances, so she walked down the stairs towards the upper preparation rooms. there , waiting for his next fight, was Thal. he had been sitting there with somewhat of a hard look to him, though having just seen someone die in front of them was no small matter. she mused that something else had been amiss and decided not to press the issue.
'maybe he's nervous?' she thought to herself, that was when she decided then and there to do a crazy thing and gave the man a quick slap to the shoulders in a friendly manner
"so, the next round of fights now huh?" she said in her usual attitude; nonchalant and mischevious. she took a seat in the benches across from thal, and adjusted her ponytail a bit before looking at the Amarrian.
Thal was sitting quietly before the Arena, awaiting his call to battle when he felt a slap on his shoulder. It was Junko, giving him a smile and a pat on the shoulder. She sat down in front of him
"Yeah, real exciting. I hear I'll be fighting a tag team, so that will be interesting" he said in response.
He rose to his feet and sighed. Junko was the only one of their party he called a friend, and he supposed he truly valued her.
"How are you holding up my dear?"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17019
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Posted - 2015.02.08 20:06:00 -
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"This is the Usumgal boy, the exalted dragon, wreathed in the fires of heaven. He is a true symbol of God's majesty."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
374
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Posted - 2015.02.10 07:47:00 -
[129] - Quote
At the sight of the Templar, Grabarc seemed to beam with a sense of sadistic glee as he beckoned the soldier forward. He ducked once again between his legs to reveal a duffelbag lined to the brim with all manners of vials and bottles loaded with a variable playground of boosters.
"And you!" he shouted at Kador, angling his head to Galm, "I owe you just as much as I do my old friend here. Bless the boy's soul, he's one to appreciate the little things. Hand the man a juice box and a good woman and he's happy. You however, I intend to make sure that you are well compensated for your efforts out there. You want to become The Hound? I am more than willing to help you make a beast out of yourself my man!"
Zipang dug deep into the satchel before retrieving a bottle of clear fluid before unscrewing the top and taking a fine whiff himself before placing it back. With another reach he pulled out a plastic vial of blue pills and shook them around for several seconds as he began to laugh impishly. Placing the drugs back into the case he grabbed hold of the strap and held it out for him to take.
"Please accept this. Call it a bit of incentive pay for your first good match! It's my own personal sample platter so you can find something you like. I know you spoiled Amarr types don't quite have a mind for their own pick of street drugs so... I felt it only fair. Here I am, two new champions that are turning heads before the day has even yet begun! The two of you are going to have to make sure you pace yourselves out there, or we'll end up running out of fighters to stack you up against. Of course... I could always pit the two of you against eachother."
Galm set down his second juice box, glaring dead eyed at Grabarc.
"Hey now," Pixy murmured, "There's an idea... Killer work out there imperial, I didn't know you had it in ya."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17080
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Posted - 2015.02.10 22:03:00 -
[130] - 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."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
374
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Posted - 2015.02.10 23:58:00 -
[131] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
"Gotta say I wasn't expecting this Fae. You never told me the pay was this good or that it was so easy to find a good woman this far out. Why you ever left all this for the girl is a mystery to me bud.... 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."
Zipang froze in place momentarily before rotating slowly to meet Galm's augmented gaze. Galm continued to sit there, shrugging softly as he unwrapped Wynn's chain from around his forearm.
"A girl, eh?" Grabarc questioned, "I thought you left to join up with that BetaMax mercenary group. Said you were itching to get back out there and fight. Hell, after the fuss you made before you left I really didn't have much choice but to let you walk away."
He pulled the halfbreed to his feet, swinging an arm behind him as he met eyes with Kador.
"This guy ever tell you about that? Something set this one off here. Yeah, he was exchanging numbers with his own little band of misfits that had pulled into station, but wasn't until something real vile set him off and he stormed off in a huff. Good to know it was a girl that caused it. Boys, you'll never have to worry about that again in Snowfall. If a girl was the one that set you off, you just let me know who the ***** is and I'll have her taken care of. I care about my people, and she made me lose one... I won't let that happen again."
Galm shook Zipang's arm off and began to storm away into the lockers as other mercenaries turned to watch.
"Galm!" Grabarc shouted after him, "That wasn't a suggestion!"
Pixy spun around on his heal, his augmented eyes now burning a deep red. Advir began to speak again, this time with more authority than his previously lax demeanor.
"Pixy... Someone hurt you, and cost me one of my greatest fighters. I will not hesitate to make sure that they are never a problem again. If you don't tell me, then I'll just have to start asking around until I find out. If I do find out who caused this... Well that would be a sever breach of trust that you can all avoid but just giving me a name. It's not like the ***** means anything to you anymore, right? So who was it then? One of the sign girls? Oh, maybe that one **** who ran the bar outside the old hanger p--"
"She's a nurse," Fae spat without thinking, "Or ex-nurse, whatever. She works at a place called Hawkers now. She used to set me up with drugs to keep me calm in between fights and take care of me until I healed up. When I learned she was just trying to get me hooked on her product I got mad and left. That's all. I felt like I'd been played, and wanted to start making my own choices in life."
Grabarc raised an eyebrow, nodding his head continuously as Fae shared his tale.
"Ah," he replied, rubbing his neck where his tattoo coiled around his throat, "That certainly is a shock. A woman who not only had the poor decency to hurt my people, but to sell her own product second-hand? Right under my nose too. This is troublesome to say the least. Well, I guess that'd make Hawkers cobelligerent in all of this. I'll have the boys take a good look around there and see if I can find this girl for you."
Pixy felt his stomach sink as Grabarc began to gather his effects and leave. It was a damn lie and it tore Fae apart knowing someone would have to suffer on his account, but anything else would have placed Niina at risk. That was simply unacceptable, and if the nurse from the night before needed to die then so be it. It would only further their goal by tying up lose ends. He didn't blame Kador for causing the scene, but he knew the Amarr certainly wouldn't approve.
"Grabarc," Galm called out as the man forced his way through the crowd of immortals, "Where did Charlie go?"
"Oh him?" Advir shouted over his shoulder, "The boys found out some back alley drug den was masquerading as a clinic. They took in patients at the front but funded themselves by selling crash out the back without my consent. I had one of my men go in as a patient and torch the place. Charlie's on clean-up over there taking care of any thugs that show up afterwards. He should be finishing up now. I'll have him meet with up with you once we're done taking care of Hawkers. You just focus on your next match! I believe they have an old friend lined up for you this evening, Pixy!"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17089
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Posted - 2015.02.11 00:37:00 -
[132] - 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."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
374
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Posted - 2015.02.11 00:53:00 -
[133] - Quote
"It doesn't matter," Galm cut in, raising one hand passively, "It'll take care of itself."
He reached down to grab the bag that Kador had nudged away, pulling out a tube of nerve sticks and making quick use of it. The adrenaline from the last match hadn't quite worn off yet, and the conflict with Grabarc certainly hadn't helped to calm him. His head had already begun the characteristic signs of a migraine as he began to shield his eyes from the lights above.
"I should have briefed you about what the man knows, this is my fault not yours. I suppose there's quite a bit that I've tried to keep hidden from you and the team. Need to know basis and all that. I'm just more worried about this whole clinic business. I was almost certain that Snowfall had a monopoly on any and all boosters coming in and out of the station. If what Advir said is true then that means he's been losing his grip on power. Different Gurista gangs have to be trying to make their own products out here, even if Grabarc and his men are trying to crack down on it. Which, I suppose... Leaves two important questions."
He leaned back against the lockers, casually opening his to check that the weapon was still primed.
"Do we really need to destroy the entire station, and where in gods' name is Vyzion?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17174
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Posted - 2015.02.17 18:50:00 -
[134] - 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."
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
73
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Posted - 2015.03.01 09:23:00 -
[135] - Quote
Jester remained in the booth for some time after the others had departed. His gaze fixed upon the now lukewarm cup of coffee he neglected to consume. Unfortunately the six ounces of room temperature sludge offered him no answers. With a sigh and a considerable amount of will be managed to peel his eyes from the off white mug, and removed himself from the booth. He placed a handful of isk onto the table.
"Thanks for the coffee," he gave the waitress a half hearted smile as he left the dinner. The moment his foot hit the ferocrete outside he pushed all thoughts aside and focused on what had to be done. The depressed aura that had engulfed him vanished. It was replaced by an aura of confidence and purpose.
Gliding through the crowded station streets Jester moved with relative ease among the masses. Although his progress was hampered by the sheer numbers the closer he got to The Pits. He was the last member of the team to fight.
Jester managed to catch most Galm's fight on the giant holo screens outside of the arena. A soft disgusted tone escaped his mouth when he saw close up shot of Galm. The mans eyes were glazed over and distant. Jester wasn't even sure Galm knew what the hell he was doing. Jester was wondering if all the trouble he had gone through yesterday was worth it. From the look of things Galm was in for another rough night.
Due to the time of his fight Jester was unable to watch Kador's match but he was able to catch the highlights on the screens inside the locker room.
Jester's sat on a bench with his elbows resting upon his knees and his head bowed as if in a silent prayer. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. His body was already warmed up.
"Jester you're up."
The soldier rose up and followed the assistant towards the entrance. He could feel the crowds energy before he heard it. The energy was feral and bloodthirsty. Jester made a conscious decision to tune it out. He could not allow himself to be swallowed up by the crowds will.
Unlike with the others fights there was very little fanfare. After his name was announced he shut out all unnecessary distractions. The last sound he heard was booing from the crowd. He had opted to not wear a shirt and as a result his cartel tattoo was in plain sight. Apparently the idea of a rival pirate entering into the fights was not well received. Even if the symbol identified him as a member of the non-combat division of the Angel Cartel.
Jester never heard the name of his opponent it didn't much matter. The woman across from him was immortal even if he destroyed her body she would live on in another shell.
Out of respect for his opponent he offered a quick bow before assuming his fighting stance. The bell rung and the fight was underway.
Unlike the others Jester's fight lacked flare or massive amounts of internal organs leaving the body. It was simply a fight between two combatants. Fortunately his opponents skill level was below his own. Even then he was cautious, knowing that a mistake against even an unskilled opponent could be deadly. Jester used only counter punches and strikes. Inflicting the most damage possible with the minimum energy expended.
The fight dragged on for nearly ten minutes. His exhausted opponent threw a haphazard punch that Jester capitalized on. In a fluid motion he knocked to her knees and drove an elbow down hard into the base of her skull. There was a soft popping sound as the c2and 3 vertebrae were severed, paralyzingly her from her neck down. If she was lucky and if Jester had struck with enough force her lungs would be rendered non functional and she would die within the next few minutes. At the very least she would feel no pain as her vital organs shut down due to lack of oxygen.
With his task complete he bowed to his now dying opponent and left the same way he had entered. He did not bother acknowledging the crowd much to their displeasure. Rather than being showered with the cheers of a satisfied audience he was serenaded by a chorus of boos and several choice adjectives. With his performance he may have just turned himself into the villain of the tournament in the crowds eyes.
He made his way towards the showers to cool himself down after the fight. Galm was the first person he saw upon entering.
"Nice fight there kid dynamite, you look like something that came out the wrong end of a fedo."
Jester's suspicions were confirmed when he got a closer look at Galm. He was high on something.
As he turned towards the showers he saw a stumbling Templar that could barely keep himself upright.
"On second thought he looks like the backside of a fedo, you just look like crap."
While he found it rather humorous that the Templar was experimenting he was pissed Galm had taken anything after last night.
He walked away from the showers and sat down across from Galm.
"So what are you two on and how much." He needed to know if he was going to help the both of them get through it.
As he asked he pulled a pack of clove cigarettes out of his pocket. He shook it, there were only a few left. Returning his gaze to Galm he quietly lit the cigarette waiting for either of them to answer.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
17544
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Posted - 2015.03.10 09:40:00 -
[136] - 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."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
376
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Posted - 2015.03.12 03:20:00 -
[137] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:
He made his way towards the showers to cool himself down after the fight. Galm was the first person he saw upon entering.
"Nice fight there kid dynamite, you look like something that came out the wrong end of a fedo."
Jester's suspicions were confirmed when he got a closer look at Galm. He was high on something.
As he turned towards the showers he saw a stumbling Templar that could barely keep himself upright.
"On second thought he looks like the backside of a fedo, you just look like crap."
While he found it rather humorous that the Templar was experimenting he was pissed Galm had taken anything after last night.
He walked away from the showers and sat down across from Galm.
"So what are you two on and how much." He needed to know if he was going to help the both of them get through it.
As he asked he pulled a pack of clove cigarettes out of his pocket. He shook it, there were only a few left. Returning his gaze to Galm he quietly lit the cigarette waiting for either of them to answer.
"If I'm being honest," Galm began, running his fingers through his hair, "Haven't the foggiest. One of the guards drugged me. It's wearing off now though, I'm sure I'll be fine."
He bent over, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to maintain composure.
"You shouldn't worry about me, soldier. There was a time where I took far more than this in an hour. It's how the man keeps you under his thumb, leaves you chasing that next fix. Bastard's a hell of a salesman, and all the loyalty he needs for his immortals is the bottom of a frenex bottle. No offense to the Templar of course, he did the right thing by accepting. It won't nearly be enough to get him hooked unless he has a history with the poison."
He looked up, the golden chain wrapped around his forearm slowly sliding off as the blood on his hands grew cold in the station air.
"What about you? I must have missed your fight out there, but judging by the look of you it went well. Still got all your bits and pieces?"
He chuckled, thinking back to the first time he stood before the crowd. The thundering and applause mixed with the rush of battle kicked harder than any rifle the first time, but quickly subsided once you became assured in your own victory.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
76
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Posted - 2015.03.15 05:01:00 -
[138] - Quote
A wide grin found its way to his lips as he watched the Templar stagger towards the showers. If they had not been currently on a job than the soldier would have delighted in the Templar's high, or taken the time to enjoy the amenities offered by the station.
The grin only remained for a few moments before being replaced by a much more subdued expression as he turned his attention to Galm. The news that his supposed guard had drugged him was disconcerting. Apparently the snake of a man intended to control them through chemical means. The part that worried Jester the most was that Galm believed he was fine. Unless the man intended to remain high there would be consequences. Jester sighed expelling a good deal of smoke from his lungs. He wanted to remind Galm about the wonderful experience the previous night but the soldier did as he was asked and held his tongue. It would do them no good to argue about it anyways.
Galm's change of topic to The Pits elicited another heavy sigh from Jester. He had one his fight in an unspectacular fashion, probably creating more enemies then fans.
"Fight went fine. A few bruised ribs and a few cuts, not a big deal." As he spoke he gently touched a small cut on his right cheek. "No one tried to munch on my ear though."
Unlike some of the other competitors he did not enjoy the screaming crowds, or feed off of their energy. He had a hard time focusing during his fight. He had to actively try to tune out the crowd noise so he could focus. Although he did not like the public spectacle he had to admire those who could deal with that type of pressure so naturally.
"You going to be ok on your own tonight or do I need to call the nurse again?"
He brought the conversation back around to the drugs and the fact that he could not afford to spend an entire night babysitting a strung out merc again. He needed to remain focused on the job at hand or he risked getting caught up in the station like so many others. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
378
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Posted - 2015.03.23 00:55:00 -
[139] - Quote
Galm breathed heavily, tugging at a chest rig that was not there before scanning the room as if in search of cover. He ducked slightly lower in his seat, taking a long drag of the surround air before shaking his head violently in a drawn out shout. He pounded lightly against his temples, and looked back at the Gallente before taking a breath and speaking in a pained tone.
"No, I'm sure I'll be just fine," he huffed, wiping a small amount of fluid from his nose, "I can make it back on my own self. Not like you'd be able to call the nurse anymore anyway. Our Amarr friend sought well to that."
He looked down in shame before standing back up and searching the lockers for his shirt.
"There was a bit of a... Misjudgment. Grabarc suspects treason in his midst, but not from us. As far as he's concerned his biggest threats are rival Gurista lords trying to cut in on his hold on Snowfall. Which means we can either, A, murder everyone on this station and make the region safer all in one go... Or B, work with some of the bastards and have someone replace as head of Snowfall after a hostile takeover. I favor A, but I suspect B will save man unnecessary deaths."
He slammed a locker shut in frustration, spinning around to once again meet Noah's gaze.
"Believe it or not I might... Gods help me... Feel for some of the citizens here. Not care, not by a long shot... But I... I guess... Feel... Does that make sense or is that the Crash talking?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
77
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Posted - 2015.03.23 19:20:00 -
[140] - Quote
Rather than interrupting the drugged up pit fighter Jester decided it was best to simply listen. He wanted to ask what he meant by not being able to contact the nurse and what he meant by taken care of. Jester held his tongue for a moment while Fae continued to speak.
Quote:"There was a bit of a... Misjudgment. Grabarc suspects treason in his midst, but not from us. As far as he's concerned his biggest threats are rival Gurista lords trying to cut in on his hold on Snowfall. Which means we can either, A, murder everyone on this station and make the region safer all in one go... Or B, work with some of the bastards and have someone replace as head of Snowfall after a hostile takeover. I favor A, but I suspect B will save man unnecessary deaths."
The news that Grabarc was potentially struggling to keep control of the station did not come as a big surprise. If there was not some attempt by the other lords to increase their influence they would be a poor excuse for pirates. What did surprise him was the mention of another plan. The idea of inciting a coup. Removing one tyrant only to be replaced by another. In most cases it was better to deal with the devil you knew. Besides trying to stage a coup could potentially take a considerable amount of time unless Grabarc had lost a considerable amount of control to another lord.
Quote:"Believe it or not I might... Gods help me... Feel for some of the citizens here. Not care, not by a long shot... But I... I guess... Feel... Does that make sense or is that the Crash talking?"
Jester let out a soft sigh when Galm mentioned feeling something for the inhabitants of Snowfall. Given that he had previously lived there Jester doubted it was just the drugs coursing through his veins. For a moment he didnGÇÖt say anything, not entirely sure what to say. The nearly burned out cigarette hung limply between his lips.
GÇ£IGÇÖm sure its just the large amount of Crash in your system. The stuff can make you a little emotional. Or so I hear.GÇ¥
He had no idea if he was saying the right thing or making matters more complicated. All that he knew was that the job he was hired for was to remove the station, render it inoperable. That meant there would be a large number of casualties. He had accepted the outcome the moment he had agreed to the contract.
GÇ£What happened with the nurse? and what is the Templar taking care of?GÇ¥ His voice remained calm although slightly irritated.
The nurse had seen the explosive vests the other night she was a liability to the mission. He had decided against removing her because he believed she could still be useful. Besides there was the issue of her kid. |
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
378
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Posted - 2015.03.24 02:09:00 -
[141] - Quote
"Not really sure," he admitted, defeated, "Grabarc's sending some goons over to do... Well, whatever it is they do. I wouldn't worry about her talking, they're positive she's slinging mindflood and would tell any lie to get her out of the mess I've set for her. It was either lie and have her take the bullet or jeopardize the mission. I know I made the right choice." im
I was a blatant lie that caused him to bite his own tongue in spite of himself. It left a metallic taste in his mouth, a lingering reminder of his own self interest. The mission would have succeeded either way had Grabarc know the truth about h or not. Placing Niina at risk however... That was unacceptable, and worth the lie. Yet he couldn't help but linger on what she might think had she know Galm had just doomed another soul for her sake. He had already decided long before this mission had began that she was already worth the lives of every man, woman, and child of Snowfall Station.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
86
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Posted - 2015.03.24 02:59:00 -
[142] - Quote
Thal heard the crowd yelling in frustration and turned back to Junko. She looked beautiful, Thal couldn't help but stare a moment before shaking his head
"I...I think it is time for my battle. We will talk later Junko."
He stood and walked towards the gate, the chanting growing louder and louder. The doors opened and Thal stepped out into the ring. The crowds were in there usual frenzy, but Thal's eyes remained locked on the other gate as the announcer began
"LADIES, GENTLEMAN., AND THOSE OF UNSPECIFIED GENDER! WE HAVE ONE MORE BIG FIGHT FOR YOU TONIGHT! YOUR FAVORITE AMARR HAS RETURNED FOR HIS FINAL BATTLE! BUT WHO DO YOU ASK MUST THE HONORABLE ARCHANGEL FACE? THE ARMINA SISTERS!!!"
Thal saw the other gate open, and two young Gallente women slowly stepped out. One was relatively thin and short with black hair, the other was a monster of a woman sporting huge muscles and the same black hair as the smaller girl. Thal crouched into his combat stance. This fight would be tricky.
"BEGIN!" Shouted the announcer, and Thal rushed his foes
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
77
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Posted - 2015.03.26 00:55:00 -
[143] - Quote
Quote:GÇ£I know I made the right choice."
GÇ£Fine.GÇ¥
Jester did not really care if Galm believed he made the GÇ£rightGÇ¥ choice. The choice was made it did not really matter if it was right or wrong. As far as Jester was concerned there was no right or wrong, just choices, and consequences to be dealt with. GalmGÇÖs choice was unfortunate though. The nurse he had just condemned to death would be leaving behind a daughter. It was what might happen to her that bothered him. Jester was wondering if it would not be kinder to simply kill the daughter than allow her to live and be taken by GrabarcGÇÖs men. There were fates worse than death, and at the moment images of children in cages kept popping up in his mind.
The soldier leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. He felt like there was a heavy weight resting on his chest. If he had been a normal human he might have been concerned his heart was starting to fail. For a brief moment the idea to quit smoking floated through his mind. The idea was easily shoved aside. He was immortal after all, a little poison and smoke damage to his lungs was not a big deal anymore.
GÇ£You know she had a daughter.GÇ¥
He was already speaking of her in the past tense. He did not need to mention the kid but he felt it needed to be said. That Galm needed to know the consequences of his decisions. Or at least thats what he was telling himself. In the back of his mind Jester knew he did not want to be the only one to carry the burden of what you happen to the young girl. It was a cruel thing to even mention to Galm but it made the weight on his chest lighter.
GÇ£My next fight IsnGÇÖt for awhile.GÇ¥ Jester stood as he spoke, tossing the burned out cigarette into a corner of the room. GÇ£Break a leg in your next fight.GÇ¥ He said it sarcastically but a part of him was wishing he would. GÇ£IGÇÖll see you later.GÇ¥ Jester hooked his fingers into his pockets as he walked out of the locker room, leaving Galm alone.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
378
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Posted - 2015.03.26 06:16:00 -
[144] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote: GÇ£IGÇÖll see you later.GÇ¥ Jester hooked his fingers into his pockets as he walked out of the locker room, leaving Galm alone.
Galm waited until Jester was just out of reach before spinning around and driving his fist into the locker behind him. The sound was loud enough that he would have certainly heard the impact as he forced the tempered metal to dent inward and knock the door off its hinge. Fae pulled back quickly checking that his hand wasn't too badly damaged and cursing his own lack of self control. He'd certainly done more harm to his hand than the door, his hardened knuckles piecing through the skin as nanites struggled to bind his skin back together as quickly as possible. He clenched it as hard as he could in frustration, forcing the bone further out past the sutcher until it was clearly visible. The pain would have been excruciating were if his body weren't haulting and receptors before he reached the bone, but Fae instead chose to focus on the visual impact and study every individual joint between the bones as yet more blood poured from the wound. He felt oddly at peace with all of it, as if it quelled fire that was burning in the back of his mind for some time now. It was slowly becoming undeniable; the violence of Snowfall suited him.
I'm not letting this get out of hand, he thought as he examined himself, I'm not losing it... I'm not going 514 again.
He froze for a moment, a cold chill running down his spine followed by a surge of endorphins like he had just triggered a combat high. A grin danced across his face as a gasp evolved into a series of manic cackling, all the while gazing down at his bloodied an mutilated hand.
Out of hand, he couldn't help but think to himself, Out of ******* hand! I just got my own joke! Gods and spirits, if Mordu could see me now!
He was never incredibly close to the old man, but he had a habit of getting aquanted with all the youth who grew up in Mordu's Legion Central Command. As a child Fae looked forward eagerly to the day when the war hero Muriya Mordu would take time out of to stop along his way to make a poor orphan smile, sometimes to embarrassing lengths that involved eccentric clothing and groan-inducing puns. As he grew older he lost that appreciation... Then quickly grew to miss it once he no longer had the luxury of the mercenary's company. It was unlikely he ever suspected Galm of being a Dragonaur. I just wasn't that uncommon for a young man to sign up in the Legion one week and be dead the next, and he doubted Muriya had the heart to keep track of every young man and woman who his operations had sent to an early grave. He was sure that he had abandoned Galm and the rest of Warrior Team long ago. And if rumors circulated of a certain team of Templis mercenaries that had shot their way out of Pure Blind and were found guilty of committing particularly heinous war crimes during the clone uprising?
Those were just rumors. Rumors that would dispel with time. In time, no one would ever remember Pixy and the what he did back in the Seituoda. He was amazed it ever worked, but in a Provist controlled government it was easy to funnel Dragonaurs into corporate kill teams across the sector. Even if Heth never trusted immortal soldiers, he would be damned if he ever let them have an advantage of a Kaalakiota controlled State. It was difficult to determine, however, if slipping Pixy into the immortal soldier program was a form of infiltration or corporate espionage. In honesty the two seemed ubiquitous, and ultimately irrelevant to the situation at hand.
That was Pixy's life. Not Fae's.
A scuff on the concrete next to him made him painfully aware of the fact that he had been cackling to himself for an uncomfortable amount of time now, forcing him to snap to a defensive position and compose himself as he came face to face with what appeared to be a young Khanid draped in a bomber jacket painfully similar to Galm's own. He stood there for several sends, dumbfounded as he unfolded his aviator sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt collar.
"Uh... Saisa," the young man began, "Are y-- Y'okay dude? Because I can come back if I need to, I ugh... Imma bit of a fan I guess and I kinda wanna be like you and I've never actually seen you in person and I've seen a lot of your old vids on the net and all the girls used to wear shirts with your face on them and I'm not saying they were just for girls because I used to wear one too and I'm still talking so this is a little weeiiiirrrrrrrrrrd... But at least I'm not talking to myself! So can I have your autograph?"
Fae rolled his eyes before wiping his knuckles across the kid's chest, vaguely spelling his initials in Caldari block letters.
"There a reason they let you back here choirboy," Fae spat as he wrote, "Or does every Gurista in the joint have their head up their ass?"
"Excuse me?" the Khanid spat, "You're looking at a Gurista! You've probably never heard of me yet, but I'm kinda gonna be a big deal. I actually just signed up to be one of the first Valky--"
"Yeah, I don't care. Sorry, mister... eh..."
"Silber, m-my name's Ilya Silber. Y'should probably add that in your contact log if you're going to be around here a while! We can trade war stories and get a drink or--"
"Yeah, I'm not. And you should be either. Sell that stupid jacket online to get a plane ticket off this station while you c--"
"But this is my real jacket, I'm a fight p--"
"And get out of here while you can."
There was an awkward silence as Galm retracted his hand, staring at his handiwork on Ilya's jacket. Deciding that it needed a bit of artistic flare he pulled himself back in and began drawing a small cartoon pixie in gossamer blood underneath his signature. Ilya stood their uncomfortably, racking his mind to make small talk with the grizzled veteran.
"So... How 'bout that Thal Vadam?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
88
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Posted - 2015.03.26 16:07:00 -
[145] - Quote
Thal leaped over the charging pair of women. Hoping to land behind them. To his great shock however, the smaller sister leaped into the air and kicked him in the stomach. As he fell back, the larger sister grabbed his leg and threw him back against a wall. The was a loud crack as the wall behind Thal craked a little. Thal stood up, dazed, and recovered quick enough to see the large sister charging him. He jumped to the side and she rammed into the wall. He threw a few punches at the large sister, but the smaller one leaped on his back and started scratching. Thal jumped back and rammed the small one against a wall. He looked down at them as they slowly got back up. Then, there was a glint, a reflection of light.
"WHAT IS THIS!?! SHE HAS A BLADE!?!"
The smaller sister rushed Thal with a small blade. She slashed at him and Thal bobbed and weaved out of the path of the blade. The larger sister threw another punch at Thal from behind. Thal grabbed the younger sisters blade arm and held it out and the larger sister's neck landed on the blade. Thal grabbed the younger sister's head and twisted. With a loud snap, she fell.
The crowd erupted into cheers and announcer babble, but Thal just walked back to the gate. He pulled out a communicator, and called the entire team.
"Thal here, were am I wanted?"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19009
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Posted - 2015.05.14 01:39:00 -
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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."
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
384
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Posted - 2015.05.18 07:06:00 -
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Thal Vadam wrote:
"Thal here, where am I wanted?"
Galm straightened himself out, observing his work from a small distance while his augmented vision relayed Thal's message to the team. He cocked his head puzzled for a moment before once again meeting gaze with the young Gurista in front of him. The kid scratched his neck awkwardly, unsettled by the seamless shift in the color of Galm's left iris from an incandescent gold to a shining emerald.
In the early days of technological prosperity throughout the State, very clear distinctions needed to be made between the convenience of enhanced existence and virtual reality. Even with years of acclimation and development the integration of VR had an initially devastating effect on the State, proving itself the electronic equivalent of crash as tiresome workers would be all to eager to arrive home and slip under their helmet into a world of their own making. Inside the net, a single artificer could lose himself before waking up one morning to find that the only joy in their life was none but pixels and code. Those that didn't commit suicide frequently became vagabonds and political dissidents, working just enough to keep themselves alive so they could live to feel another digital rush. Outside of select sports stars, VR had come to be seen in the Caldari eye as one might look towards the most debased violent pornography. Augmented reality however, allowed those few willing to overcome the stigma to find a place in society that could balance themselves between the here-and-now and the then-and-when while simultanously increasing their overall productivity. Yet, clearly, there had never been enough out there to make Galm's simple parol trick common in the eyes of the young pilot before him.
"Funny you should mention the brute actually," Fae grumbled, more to himself than Silber, "Seems like he just finished his last match. Good for him."
His eyes cycled through hues of red and blue as he formated a brief responce to the man and sent it on its merry way to his datapad.
Quote:The Udorian might be in a spot of trouble. Maybe guns, maybe not. Be a lamb and see too that he doesn't get himself shot. Toxin weapons hurt like a *****!~
-Pixy
He shut his eyes, composing himself for a brief moment before they rearranged themselves into their usual dim gold. He looked once again to the Gurista before him, shook his head lightly, and began to turn away down the concrete hall. When the young man called after him, his voiced echoed through the bunker and off the tritanium lockers while the eyes of several resting gladiators turned to meet him.
"**** off!" Pixy shouted over his shoulder, waving his bloody knuckles through the air, "I'm going to get myself a drink. No time to talk to a slackjawed fan all day!"
"But you're on again in forty minutes!"
"I am?"
Galm spun on his heel, clicking them both together with a martial discipline before bounding back into the main room with a single push of his calves. Other gladiators, now eagerly watching the scene unfold, chuckled lightly as they shook their heads in mild disbelief that this man could possibly be the very same Pixy that had cut his way through fourteen consecutive matches before an early retirement. Each one raised an eyebrow the moment the mercenary once again began to laugh like a manic and wipe his grotesque hand across his forehead. The gossamer blood left an instant coagulated streak as the bones themselves bore a minor scratch into the mercenary's forehead as he wiped the sweat from his brow to better look up at the overhanging holodisplay and confirm what he had thought he'd seen.
1530-1600 Time Slot: The Hound vs. The Pixy
The display made for a curious visual effect, a holographic slaverhound snapping at a rotating ball of light and wings zig-zagging between the canine's jagged maw. Though the pixie seemed to draw nearer and nearer to the creature's foaming jaws, every snap would land comically close without ever actually catching it. Galm chuckled to himself, picturing the real world counterparts squaring off in a similar fashion to the amusement of hundreds of drunken pirates. In no time at all the score board fell away, swapping instead to a currently running match were one particularly swarthy looking matari had secured herself a cinder block on a chain and had begun to use it to beat a massive clone into submission. Occasionally a chunk of the brick would break over the man's spine and fly into the crowd, with the woman only halting her vicious assault once the cinder block had broken away completely from the rusted chain. The clear winner of her round, she licked streams of blood and brain matter from the corroded metal as a thunderous crowd began to cheer.
Galm gave a long sigh once the show had ended and the crew had scurried on stage to make the floor ready for the next match, knowing full well that he and Kador would be next to the slaughter. With one pensive huff he brought up his neocomm, glaring spitefully at the Gurista next to him who had yet to leave his side. As he typed the lad would occasional made witless commentary, regurgitating facts and statistics about the last round Fae had experience without him ever really paying any attention.
Quote:Kador, I'm heading to the bar now. We're on in a half hour.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.05.20 22:46:00 -
[148] - Quote
Reserved
"Crush all who complain!"
- Arkena Wyrnspire
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.05.25 06:52:00 -
[149] - Quote
Groupies, Galm spat in his head, Always more groupies. Why can't this place be like Jita? Nobody ever bothers me in Jita.
He scanned the room left to right, eyes glancing clear over the small group of young women that had turned to great him as he searched for the Amarr. Halfway across his field of view he paused for a moment as he made awkward eye contact with one of the bartenders, a scrawny young man who had made the unfortunate mistake of looking up at the mercenary as he was polishing the bar.
"Well?" Pixy asked, pausing for a moment for a reply. The man-- more of a boy really-- simply stared slack jawed for a moment while every other eye in the room darted towards him.
"Where are the drinks?" Galm led, holding the attention of the crowd as best as he could. Being a massive prick came surprisingly easy to him, in part from the crash and in part because he was a literal bastard.
"I'm sorry sir, but you didn't order a--"
"Hey," Pixy thundered throwing one of his hands up as he wrapped his arm over the shoulder of a nameless bystander, "I've only got a half hour before I go up against that Udorian mutt, and I wanna share it with everyone in this room by spilling some drinks! All of them are on me, let's get these guys their fill, eh?"
The bar stand let out one collective shriek of approval as waves of occupants flooded to the counter, eager to down another vial of inebriating liquid while they could. This left a majority of the area empty, leaving Fae to walk the room at his leaser to search for Kador. He knew damn well that his display was massively heavy handed and that promising anyone on Snowfall unlimited free drinks was general a horrible idea, but once the station began to burn chances were Galm would never have to worry about his astronomically high tab ever again. At the very least, he bough the poor sods a moment of merriment before their ultimate demise.
He attempted to press forward, only to bump shoulders with a small woman. He turned to face here as she glanced wide-eyed and dumbfounded at the mercenary, her GO PIXIE hat sliding further and further back on her head before rolling off and hitting the floor.
"Ugh, you dropped your hat miss. Miss?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.02 00:31:00 -
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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
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