Amonn Gungnir
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Posted - 2014.10.02 13:13:00 -
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(For part one, go here https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=176811&find=unread )
Grabbing the headpiece again, I returned it to its place, my eyes soon adjusting to the colouring. Grabbing the rifle that lay next to me, I got up and walked to the door of my quarters.
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The intercoms in the hallway blared off the names of different Mercenaries, GÇ£Katha JuGÇÖDere. Hinnren Folla. Amonn Gungnir. Please make way to Ship Bay 18-B for pickup.GÇ¥ The male voice concluded as the speakers snapped, confirming that he was done. As I made my way down the hall, I reached a set of stairs which, at the bottom, held the sounds of a ship slowly nearing its way to the facility.
Hearing this, I moved down the stairs in a quick and efficient fashion, my augmented body easily handling the sudden change in action. Once I hit the bottom, I saw the port side of the Gallente issue Nyx Carrier as it slowly rotated into docking position. Aligning itself with the facility, the large ship began moving towards the base, soon bumping the facility with the clicking of secure latches locking soon following, the hiss of relieved pressure filling the room.
With the vessel and station both locked together, large bay doors soon opened on the Nyx. The inside of the bay was fashioned to hold Dust Mercenaries for transport. Drones replaced with shooting ranges, cables hanging from the ceiling refitted and repurposed, ammo supply stations strategically placed within the shooting range. Chairs, couches, and tables lined the walls, Dust Mercenaries sitting in the furniture and huddled around the tables.
My mouth was agape with awe at the sight. Normally I only saw the inside of Minmatar transport ships, with rugged exteriors and even more distraught interiors. As my gaze moved from the inside of the ship to the actual Mercs in it, I saw one particular man in a Gallente light dropsuit waving in my direction, screaming my name from across the docking bay. GÇ£Amonn!GÇ¥ He kept on yelling, seemingly oblivious to the helmet on his head. Sighing, I pressed my finger against the side of my helmet and spoke, my voice hitting him in an instant, GÇ£They gave us comm units in our helmets for a reason, you know!GÇ¥ I lashed, my frustration apparent as I began walking to the waiting ship. The other two Minmatar Mercs were already on the ship, testing out what seemed to be prototype weaponry at the shooting range.
I saw him place his fingers on the side of his helmet,GÇ£And we were born with the ability to scream for a reason, too! And thatGÇÖs to get a hold of older brothers who are too busy gaping at the inside of a ship!GÇ¥ he returned, laughing soon after. GÇ£You need to lighten up, Amonn. WeGÇÖre immortal! We donGÇÖt have to worry about preserving ourselves like we did as soldiers.GÇ¥ He said in a soft tone, a light sigh following his words. Removing my fingers from my helmet, I quickly made my way into the large carrier, the large bay doors closing soon after.
Caldari. Gallente. And now Minmatar. Three separate factions, three different races, all filling the same room. Before I could continue looking around the room, Hulan placed his hand on my shoulder, directing my attention to an empty seat. GÇ£Why donGÇÖt we sit down, Amonn? WeGÇÖll have about an hour before making it to the gate fleet.GÇ¥ Releasing my shoulder, we walked to a nearby empty couch with a table standing in front of it, a reflective surface adorning its face.
Reaching up with my hands, I grabbed the sides of my helmet and removed the headgear, keeping a hold of it as I lay it on my lap. Turning my to the right, I saw my brother do the same. Placing his helmet on the table, he turned to his side and looked me square in the eyes. Before speaking, he paused, GÇ£YouGÇÖre face.. ItGÇÖs nothing like it was before.GÇ¥ He spoke in a slight undertone, his eyes wide with shock. As I looked back at him, my eyes darted quickly from feature to feature on his face.
He seemed no different since last I saw him. His sea blue eyes remained, his dark wavy hair intertwined with itself from the helmet. His skin was paler than mine had been before I became a Merc, but it certainly isnGÇÖt now. His face looked slightly soft compared to mine, but he was always built that way. You wouldnGÇÖt be able to tell we were brothers by looking at the two of us. Reaching my fingers up my face, I wrapped my pointer around the bandana that rest on my nose and mouth, pulling it down to reveal the scars and cuts lining my face.
His breathing shuttered at the sight, a mixed look of horror and sorrow on his face. I sighed softly, lowering my bald head. GÇ£This is the price I pay for my stubbornness.. Before, when the Minmatar first gained the ability to place our memories in clones, we all got the same body. 200 pounds, fit, bald, abnormally pale, same eyes.. Even the women had to have male bodies. But now we can make clones that look just like what our original bodies resembled. But that would mean getting used to my old body all over again..GÇ¥ as I spoke, I looked down at my gloved palms. GÇ£The Gallente didnGÇÖt have that issue, as you know.. Nor did the Caldari, and especially not the Amar. But us.. us former slaves..-GÇ¥ I paused, looked up and saw my brother. His left fist clenched and reared back, throwing a hard left curve at the middle of my jaw, saliva launching from my mouth as my head was pushed to the left.
GÇ£Never.. Never forget your lineage. ThatGÇÖs what you told me before we separated, right? That if I did youGÇÖd deck me so hard my jaw would dislocate in a single hit.GÇ¥ His breathing was shaky and his eyes watery. GÇ£Then what right do you have to go back on your own words? YouGÇÖre my older brother. To hell with the fact that your body isnGÇÖt the same as it once was. That canGÇÖt change who you remember yourself as!GÇ¥ An unusual sternness held in the back of his words, a sturdy foundation for the lecture he was giving me. |
Amonn Gungnir
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Posted - 2014.10.02 13:22:00 -
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Reaching over, he grabbed me by my dropsuitGÇÖs collar, lifting me up a bit as he stared into my eyes. GÇ£You are no slave, and you never were. YouGÇÖre Gallente through and through, Amonn. Never. Forget.GÇ¥
With his lecture over, he let out a shaky sigh, letting go of me before cupping his hand over his forehead as he rested his elbow on the table. GÇ£IGÇÖm sorry, Amonn.. But to see you weak and looking for excuses..GÇ¥ I nodded lightly, placing a hand on his shoulder gently. GÇ£YouGÇÖre right, brother. I never was Minmatar to begin with.GÇ¥ I smiled lightly, looking around at the large hangar bay. GÇ£And besides, weGÇÖre not here to bicker. WeGÇÖre here to fight for and defend the gate.GÇ¥
Feeling a hard jolt, the Nyx Carrier jumped through a nearby warp gate, flying through the extremities of space with a blazing speed. GÇ£Seems weGÇÖre off.GÇ¥ Hulan said, half to himself. Turning his attention back to me, he moved a finger up to his eye and wiped the wetness from them, nodding soon after. |