Amonn Gungnir
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Posted - 2014.10.02 04:37:00 -
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(Fore note. I took the basic concepts of both games by CCP and put my own small flair on it. So if it doesn't seem all that accurate, then that's why. Also, for the job, I used the premise of the Prophecy Fanfest 2014 Trailer, if that clarifies some things)
Gunshots resounded in my head, even though I was in the safety of my quarters. My hands trembled slightly at the sound, making their way up to my helmet as if they had a mind of their own. Gripping the yellow and black coloured headpiece, I pulled the mask off my head, walking to a small end table in the middle of the room as I placed it down next to my Nova Knives. Sitting down on a couch facing the table, I stared down into the reflective surface of the stand.
The man I saw was not the man I had been 12 years ago. My once sandy skin replaced with a cold grayish white colour, my dark hair missing from its respective place. My golden red eyes had left me, leaving sickly pinkish white husks. Reaching up, I grabbed the bandanna that rested on my nose and pulled it down, revealing a mouth scarred and torn. This was the price I paid for becoming a Merc, the toll for becoming GÇ£immortalGÇ¥. Dropping my head slightly, I cupped my face in my gloved hands, my mind racing from the events of last night. The fighting never seemed to stop that day, the missiles ongoing. I had killed my fair share, but that never mattered in our line of work. For us, death was simply a speed bump.
Ringing from my helmet, a woman interrupted my thoughts, GÇ£Gungnir!GÇ¥ she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pride and confidence. Lifting my head from my hands, I grabbed and returned the Minmatar helmet to my head, pulling it down until it rested snugly on my face. The tinted lens of the helmet changing the copper room into a golden brown for a few seconds as my eyes adjusted to the tint. GÇ£Go ahead, Kallia.GÇ¥ I responded, my thoughts still racing. GÇ£Sir, I found you a job.GÇ¥ she returned, a sternness backing her voice. GÇ£YouGÇÖre leaving in fifteen.GÇ¥ A soft click followed her words, my radio shutting itself off.
Standing up, I reached for my knives on the table, looking down at them. Blood was burnt on the blades, the result of how hot they get when charged. Walking away from the couch, I dropped into a combat stance, throwing a maneuver that had been etched deeply in my mind from years of performing it. Charging the knives, they singed the air around them as I moved my left arm horizontally, the knife cutting the thin atmosphere. Following the first move, I threw a stabbing motion with my right, coming up with my left arm again in an upward vertical strike. The air slowly cooled as the electricity flowing through the blades ceased, sheathing them neatly on my chest strap.
Walking up a few steps and moving to my bed, I grabbed the Minmatar Combat Rifle as it lie peacefully. Going through a routine check, I unlocked the magazine and pulled it out, inspecting the bullets that a drone had recently placed in the straight sleeve. Once I finished, I put in a recently emptied mag and GÇ£loadedGÇ¥ the chamber, looking down the scope of the triple burst gun. My gloved finger hovering next to the trigger, I pulled and instinctively braced my upper and lower body, expecting recoil. The gun ainGÇÖt loaded, Amonn! I thought to myself, sighing lightly. Unlocking the mag, I returned the loaded sleeve into its resting place at the end of the gun, placing it back on my bed.
Sitting down on the mattress, I reached down into the compartments of my dropsuit, pulling out a Locus Grenade. Holding the Amarr issue explosive in my hand sent a burning sensation down my appendages and joints, reminders of the men who hired my father to kill us. My mother he had succeeded in terminating, but my brother and I got out safely. My sibling stayed in Gallente space while I fled to the Minmatar republic; the Gallente FederationGÇÖs Ally. The feeling I get from the reminder is why I always threw them with such force, such anger. Sometimes forgetting to engage the timed explosive completely.
Another ring in my helmet radio, GÇ£Amonn! Hear youGÇÖre taking on the gate job?GÇ¥ The voice was familiar, but the radio always distorted voices in some way if the helmet was off, and his certainly was. I paused for a moment, my mind attempting to place a name, or at least face, to the voice. GÇ£Geez. You join the Minmatar Republic and your mind becomes a Derelict. ItGÇÖs me, Hulan!GÇ¥ My eyes widen at hearing the name, my hand returning the grenade back to its place. GÇ£Hulan?! Maybe if you put on your damn helmet, IGÇÖd be able to understand you!GÇ¥ I snap, secretly glad it was him. He laughed at my sudden burst of frustration at him, sighing lightly short after.
GÇ£Maybe if you hadnGÇÖt left, I wouldnGÇÖt have had to come to Minmatar space to actually contact you! So, are you taking it or not?GÇ¥ He inquired, a slight mischievousness in his voice. As he spoke, his voice became clearer as he put on his helmet. My head nodded instinctively as him and I conversed, GÇ£I suppose. Kallia notified me that she found a job. Why, are you taking it too?GÇ¥
GÇ£In fact, I am. IGÇÖm on the ship right now. WeGÇÖre going to be making a stop in Minmatar space to pick up the Dust Mercs there before warping off into Caldari space. We pull this off, weGÇÖre gonna have one hell of a paycheck!GÇ¥ Hulan said, his mischievous personality brimming with excitement. Hulan, my brother, had joined the ranks of the Gallente military before becoming a Merc. From the stories heGÇÖs told me, he was always goofing around, setting traps with either grenades or enemy bodies. Thinking on these, I laughed lightly.
GÇ£I look forward to fighting alongside you, brother. ItGÇÖs been far too long.GÇ¥ I said with a faint smile, my radio clicking once more. Pulling my helmet off, I laid it down next to me on the bed briefly as I pulled up my bandanna. |