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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.09 03:12:00 -
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.........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
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.06.10 05:03:00 -
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Quote:"What do you want Galm?"
The halfbreed soon found a table to rest his weight, the small of his back sliding down the horizontal post unit he sat level with Kador. He barely paid any much attention to the Amarr soldier, his eyes glazed over as he scanned storm of patrons swarming the bar with a reptilian rancor.
"Look at all of them, Udorian," he huffed with contempt, "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."
He reached for a bottle on the table behind him, a small remnant left by a patron before surging forward into the crowd at the promise of higher qualify spirits. Galm shut his eyes and took a swig of the liquid, completely apathetic of whatever the contents of the glass might have been.
Matari rum by the taste of it.
"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."
He took another sip, slowly this time to better observe the flavor.
What in gods' name is in this? Some sort of citrus? I wonder if it would go well with Starski.
"Actually... I won't bullshit you, friend. I was sort of hoping if I came here I'd be walking in on a chance to fight alongside you rather than against you. That in mind, I think we should really talk about the terms of our upcoming match."
It occurred to Galm in that moment that the young women from before had been staring curiously at the two during the length of their conversation. He'd hoped she'd be too smart to pay attention, but now all he could do was hope that she was too clever to do anything about it.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Confirmed Badguy Cera YC116--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.06.11 23:15:00 -
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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
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.06.17 08:40:00 -
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Galm's normally cool demeanor ran flush for a moment, his face becoming a soft rose color as he shot a sideways glance at the young woman.
Oh gods, she looks just like Niina. Oh gods, that hat. Oh gods, that shirt. She's wearing my name. I didn't think anyone still wore my name. I hate it when people wear my name. Am I blushing, did she see me blush?
He fumbled wildly for the bottle, forcing down a long swig as he patted himself down for a set of sunglasses that just weren't there. He gave a single cough when the rum hit his chest, restoring his disposition in a change so fluid it'd lead one to question if he ever broke character at all.
"Biggest fan? Really? That's a tall claim. When did you flash me? Was it during the fight against Aardvark, because I think I had a crushed orbital that day. I mean, not that I would remember because I used to see a lot of... Eh... Nevermind. Thanks for taking care of my pal here, he's not the best at making friends. He literally cut me in half once. Not a real people person, this guy."
He shot a skittish look at Kador, his eyes darting back and fourth between the two as if to ask if they were in item. His trademark ****-eatting grin began to shine through as his eyes swapped to a deep violet.
"Anyway, I think you don't quite understand what I'm saying Kad--... Kal."
He eyed the young woman, curious if he should proceed in her presence. Yes, the whole point of entering the Gladiator pits was to act as a distraction but it finally occurred to him that a girl like Mila might actually look up to him. The idea of staging a match, even with the intentions of setting their endgame into motion just seemed... Wrong.
"There can only be one victor out there tonight Kal, and we need to make sure the right guy is still standing on that stage before the real show begins."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
19
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Posted - 2015.06.17 21:36:00 -
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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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
429
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Posted - 2015.06.29 02:50:00 -
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Galm breathed out slowly, unable to adequately articulate the supreme irony of the moment. Through it all, he should have suspected that Snowfall would have made its mark on the Udorian. Or ratherGǪ NoGǪ No it hadnGÇÖt. Perhaps not to the effect one would think. Snowfall didnGÇÖt drive men mad, Fae knew that much. Rather, it had a habit of letting madness flourish. For the first time, Galm had a suspicion that the Templar was never as infallible as his gilded ego would lead him to believe. Shoashu never built Galm into a monster, it just embraced him and encouraged all the violence he had brought with him. It sifted the weak from the strong in a twisting concrete jungle where only the strongest were fit to flourish. It occurred to Galm in that moment that if Kador didnGÇÖt have some part of him deep down that was no different than Pixy, this station would have spat him out the day he arrived.
Fae took one last drink from the glass bottle before tossing it onto the ground with reckless abandon, leaving the bar without saying another word as glass shards crumpled underneath his boots. Once he was clear of blasting music, he opened his NeoComm.
Morgan Wulver had a hard time just wrapping his head around it. With an area of effect of fifteen kilometers it was more than enough to destroy the hanger several times over, and nobody seemed to bat an eye. Just owning one of these in empire space was enough to merit investigation, much less ferry it onboard a station from a frigate ill equipped to even deploy such a massive weapon. The concept of seeing one in person was surreal, and the act of actually owning one even more so. Not to say it was beyond his price range, but the way he had secured such a large explosive was enough to justify a novel in itself. Unfortunately, this is not a story about him. His NeoComm pinged, alerting him to an urgent message from his old compatriot.
GǣYeah?Gǥ he spoke through a raspy, shrill voice before clearing his through and continuing, GǣI mean, eh, hey Galm. I got theGǪ The thing we were talking about?Gǥ
GÇ£The thing?GÇ¥ his old friend barked through the line, his voice slightly agitated.
GÇ£Yeah, the, the b-word. The big one. You wouldnGÇÖt believe what I had to do to get this. Or rather, who I had to dGÇöGÇ£
GÇ£Oh, yeah, yeah, no,GÇ¥ Pixy coughed, GÇ£Look, about our arrangement, I donGÇÖt think Kador will let me take a fall. He wants to actually try dammit.GÇ¥
GÇ£So? IsnGÇÖt that what you want him to do?GÇ¥
GÇ£Yeah, look, the thing is IGÇÖve changed my mind too. I owe it to him to fight him with honor, and that man needs some sense beaten into him anyway. Just, just take all your money off of Kador and invest it into something wise. ****, I dunno, get a degree in something.GÇ¥
GÇ£But how are you supposed to pay me back for the scGÇöGÇ£
GÇ£Morgan, brother, IGÇÖll make it up to yGÇöGÇ£
Morgan audibly groaned before picking up an engineering drone with his robotic arm and tossing it to the other end of the hanger.
GÇ£You always say that,GÇ¥ Wulver bellowed, searching for another thing to throw, GÇ£We canGÇÖt keep pretending that IGÇÖm going to keep saving your ass because weGÇÖre family.GÇ¥
GÇ£If this is about the grenade to the faceGÇöGÇ£
GÇ£ItGÇÖs not about the grenade in my face!GÇ¥
Morgan reached up, carefully messaging the designer scars that had been carefully etched across the entire right half of his head. Maybe it was about the grenade to his face all those years back in MorduGÇÖs Legion. Or maybe it was for letting Fae talk him into defecting with the Dragonaurs and leaving Pure Blind. Or maybe it was for not going with him into the empirian program. Or maybe for never even sending a letter while Wulver was going through Officer Training School. Or maybe it was for somehow GÇÿloosing trackGÇÖ of their entire team during the clone uprising and escaping with a bunch of Gurista cut-throats, or the fact he was an immature ****, orGÇö
GÇ£Is this because I never went down on you?GÇ¥
GÇ£No, but as long as we're on that topic; if you donGÇÖt reciprocate with Niina, sheGÇÖs going to leave you like I did!GÇ¥
GÇ£ThatGÇÖsGǪ ThatGÇÖs not at all how I remember it buddy.GÇ¥
You could sense his **** eating grin over the airwaves.
GÇ£Galm, if you win this fight Zipang is going to want to see you personally. If this is about to start tonight, you gotta know that you donGÇÖt have a lot of options left. Half your team has already walked away from the assignment, IGÇÖve been spending all day getting them and their clones flight manifests to get them out of Tenal.GÇ¥
GÇ£ThatGÇÖs fine,GÇ¥ Fae strained, his livid rage only slightly overcome by the pressing need to move forward, GÇ£Just have the TemplarGÇÖs vehicle armed for deployment and our clones loaded into the CRU. Once that's done, you can leave. I don't want you getting caught up in this.GÇ¥
He hung up abruptly, just before Wulver had a chance to retort a comment about the soldier GÇÿwatching his ass out thereGÇÖ or some other clich+¬ that people seemed to share at these moments.
GÇ£Is this because I never went down on you?GÇ¥ he yammered to himself, waiting for the maintenance drone to slowly make its way back in front of him before he picked it up once again and tossed it with a loud metal clank.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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