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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:28:00 -
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The Call
Written By: The Nameless
Inspired by a terrific gift and promise I directed my attention to the needs of the ones I love. I am grateful to have this opportunity to share this story. The Gates are open and a choice will be made. To you who understand I do deeply appreciate your support as we move onward to a new destiny. These Chronicles I dedicate to my brother. The stories and adventures are true events that took place in the Heavens. May this bless your life with a rich story and inspiration to conquer.
GÇâ
The Most Amazing Dream
I was lying close to a campfire in the cold snowy ground. The night was bright full moon shining above the tree-line. I knew there were people around me from my peripheral vision. I was buried in the snow from my feet up to my chest. The fire sat at my feet close enough to burn me if I hadnGÇÖt been wrapped in a blanket of snow. Not knowing more than that I simply continued to pack on more snow as it melted away. No one said a word as we watched the fire dance in the night. As quickly as a person would the fireGÇÖs heat became too much and I popped up like a bolt of lightning. I found it funny I would even attempt such a thing. The fire cast my shadow perfectly against the trees. Since I was in a joking mood I stuck my hands out and made a shadow puppet of a buck. I screamed GÇ£check it out! ItGÇÖs a deer!GÇ¥ Laughter erupted and steve popped up with a big smile. He looked into my eyes and in his best English accent said GÇ£Good one my son!GÇ¥ As we enjoyed the moment, a loud bell as if a church bell started ringing in the background. GÇ£WhatGÇÖs a bell doing ringing at this hour?GÇ¥ I turn to see the area. As I pan my vision towards the sound someone shouts GÇ£ItGÇÖs the end of the WORLD!GÇ¥ the tone of voice was dead serious. IGÇÖm still turning my head when across the sky a ship glides toward the sound. Blue lights dancing around itsGÇÖ elongated center moments later a second with red lights. When I looked at the moon a great roar of wind could be heard behind me. As it intensified so did the moons color drift to blood red. As if nature had forgotten everything the sun rose to meet the sky. Sheer panic of what was to follow set in. Seeing all this I was terrified beyond words, as the sun dimmed greatly. All the while the roar of the wind was coming to a peak and I knew time was short! As if the world had blackened away all at once, the ground began to become more distant. The force of the wind took me straight upward and not ripped me to pieces as I assumed that terrible sound would do. I saw my people beneath me as I was torn off the face of the earth. There was a longing in their face. Nothing real or fictional could ever match the absolute terror. As every human being IGÇÖve ever known would I searched to escape. But I didnGÇÖt, I couldnGÇÖt, then I wouldnGÇÖt. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I saidGǪ
GÇâ
WhatGÇÖs in a Name?
GÇ£GreaseGÇ¥ a term I learned from the military, a dual meaning, to be a lubricant to get things moving and to turn your enemy from a solid form into a liquid. The surname is old English in times of war and peace it was also a duality. In times of peace a brick mason to GÇ£spillGÇ¥ mortar, to build walls and homes, to GÇ£spillGÇ¥ in times of war referred to the dropping of blood upon the Earth. GÇ£ettGÇ¥ as in the act of doing so. My name was Grease Spillett.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:28:00 -
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How did I get there?
Taken from the world I knew, I had arrived at this new sophisticated place in a time of war. As I regained consciousness I found myself in a strange room. It was a comfortable climate with interesting hews of green and blue lights. The walls were metallic and barren, empty shelves and monitors projected images of things I didnGÇÖt understand. I was intrigued and unafraid as I explored my surroundings. I reached out to touch the massive screen in the living area of my room. As I did I noticed my body had been covered by some sort of uniform as if an exoskeleton of some sort. It felt as though I were lightly clothed but as I explored my arm further I found that my body was not only armored but shielded with a sort of aura I couldnGÇÖt understand. A holographic image of a beautiful woman began to describe to me the situation I was in. She said I had been a salvageable piece in a world of misbegotten children. I was now an immortal who would be an instrument of war permanently. Keeping it simple she explained to me that I was now classified a Gallente Federal Marine. It was due to my belief in freedom and democracy that I had been delivered to these people. She briefed on the ability to choose my role to support a growing number of mercenaries to establish control and order or to be an agent of chaos and infamy throughout the galaxy. I chose to be a scout sniper. I had no choice but to be a mercenary for the battles and wars of intergalactic super corporations fighting for control of ground installations and resources of strategic value. The system called GÇ£Sinq Liasom GardemesGÇ¥ was to be my safe house and base of operations. The brief ended with GÇ£good luck.GÇ¥ I turned my attention toward a door that I could neither open nor know where I was physically.
Comprehension of War
There is a specific reason I chose to be a scout sniper. As such I would be able to move undetected, provide intelligence on enemy movement, and hold high value targets with little to no risk thus providing an area of denial to the enemy. Military training had taught me that communication in brevity and teamwork was the keys to success in any endeavor. With that in mind I meticulously toiled with weapons and armor combinations. I was provided a market that would allow me to purchase and customize any of the major forces in this place called GÇ£New EdenGÇ¥. I hoped that through patience and skill I would make a central figure of elite special forces.
Throughout the galaxy there were four major forces in action. The Amarrians, Caldari, Gallente, and Minmatar were all distant relatives of the old world. I had no idea about anything to do with our differences but I learned quickly. Amarrians were a proud empire of excess and conquest. Their goal was to enslave all peoples and to worship the holy empress. Caldari were master trades and specialized in shield technologies. The Caldari were typically silver tongued devils when it came to getting the right price. Gallente were just and fair minded peoples believing in freedom and democracy. It was the council of elders that decided war was inevitable. The Minmatar they were the slave caste of the Amarrian Empire. Born and bred for many hundreds of years to be of a high physical ability. They were perhaps the least organized but by far the most physically talented. A rebellion had been lead that made them a nation. I had an affinity towards them though they brought down more war than peace. Nothing could deter their hunger for freedom.
GÇâ
IMMORTAL
This war was unprecedented. Weapons and armor that are fantasy or were far away dreams of the world I once knew. The most critical and disparaging of which is instantaneous mind transfer. The Amarrian Empire had devised an incredible fusion of technology to create the most fearsome of warriors, an Immortal. Clone technology combined with this breakthrough allowed for a warrior to escape the failed clone even at the moment of death. All the while the fightersGÇÖ consciousness was light years away in a secure station. As long as the enemy had clones and a means to relay this signal the fighting would go on. I prepared myself to meet and face mercenaries of all quality. The new reality and fear I felt was tremendous.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:30:00 -
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My First Contract
A fellow Gallente and the person who brought me here, was a tanker code named NinjaPirateRobotZombie. Called NPRZ for short, he was a lieutenant of a corporation known as Subdreddit. They were a lively crew but not all inclusive. I was unable to join due to a lack of participation in their political lobbying. I did not mind because I was new here. I knew regardless that I would find the right group given time. The one who leads me is perfect. From my secure station under the command of NPRZ set out to a production facility on a planet named Klingt VI. As we booted into our clones I chose a militia variant sniper class. It was a very poor version of what I was to design. Our ship was called the mobile command center and we planned in an area known as the war barge. The shipGÇÖs cost was roughly 50 million interstellar kredits or ISK and was quite an amazing feat of cooperation and design. As we travelled through space at around 6,000 astronomical units an hour, AU, we surveyed the battlefield. 4 critical points were required to defend the installation from invading forces. These points were stations known as null cannons. Our directive was two-fold. Hack these installations for interplanetary missile defense or to eliminate the enemyGÇÖs clone forces before our ships destroyed one another. These missiles dealt incredible damage and were to be top priority. NPRZ directed a drop ship pilot to deliver me to the enemy tower closest to their ship. I understood my role was to defend point bravo by acquiring a headshot on the would be hackers and to call out enemy forces troop movements. Our ships speed decreased sharply as we burned through the atmosphere to jump onto friendly soil. I jumped out of a plasma shielded membrane that resembled a bomb bay. I slid through and activated my inertia dampener that acted as a protective field to keep us from dying on impact. As I rose from a knee, a Re-deployable vehicle, RDV carrying an attack drop-ship landed gently adjacent to my landing zone. The pilotGÇÖs name was Gabriella Gray an Amarrian Female freelance mercenary. I stood by until she jumped into the drop-ship, firing up her thrusters. As I enter the low eerie hum rose to a scream as we bee-lined to bravo point tower. Gab as I call her bellowed out in her classic deep tone, GÇ£Hang on weGÇÖre in for some chop.GÇ¥ Anti-Aircraft railguns nearly miss us. The displacement of air gave us rough turbulence. Gab GÇ£Standby for drop!GÇ¥ cool as ice GÇ£3GǪ2GǪ1GǪ DROP!GÇ¥ I jumped out to land nearly dead center upon the forward tower. She pulled up hard and sharp and began to give a sweep around the hot-zone. I surveyed my surroundings gazing at a beautiful and dusty world. Two moons hung in the dusk sky as I move into position. Heart racing I was ready to execute. NPRZ GÇ£Give us the scoop Grease!GÇ¥ he commanded with enthusiasm knowing my potential. GÇ£ Two enemy tanks under their MCC convoying to central road. Half and half ground troops to closest objectives.GÇ¥ NPRZ GÇ£Rodger that. Grease, do not let them hack bravo and 15 second interval updates on enemy armor.GÇ¥ Our frontlines took our closest points Charlie and Delta. Swiftly I scoped into point Bravo hacking station. One after another for 2 minutes I killed every hacker. The Frontline advanced yet it felt like an eternity. I kept pace with armor updates as NPRZ did his work. He flanked expertly and crushed the enemy tanks by taking the rear. Knowing the enemies every move and by intelligent design. NPRZ had been here a long time. He had developed one of the most sophisticated tanks ever conceived. It was heavily armored and armed with a blaster turret of a radically new prototype version. I watched the whole thing in awe of his destructive power. An enormous thunder erupted as he opened fire on the rear tank. Coms were dead silent as we swayed to the symphony of destruction. Cooled by an advance heat dispersion system the super powerful rounds just did not stop. He called the tank GÇ£The God FitGÇ¥. Amidst the ensued chaos I could hear the barking of machine gun fire beneath me as the troopers were establishing the front. All manner of know weapons could be seen and heard. Assault rifles firing plasma rounds, the hum of ionized laser beams, crystal focused scrambler rifles, Grenade launchers called Mass Drivers, all were firing rocking the ground beneath me and kicking dust. I simply stayed focused watching and waiting for the next would be hacker. The front firmly at a stalemate each side was no longer concerned with success it was a pure brawl of a new order. They had become dedicated to the utter annihilation of each other.
After ten minutes of intense battling the enemy MCC exploded. The concussion of the blast wave startled me as I rose to watch her fall. The relay destroyed all enemy combatants simply fell lifeless to the ground. A battle summary report was filed and we were to be compensated. I made 190,000 ISK for a 13-0 Kills to death. My connection no longer required I was then cut from further work there and opened my eyes to be in my body at the secure station. Ready to go again and again I am Immortal.
GÇâ
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:32:00 -
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Being Mentored
I was recruited from a public contract by a logistics/support Minmatar. His demeanor was something I recognized, like seeing a reflection. Codenamed CaoticFox CEO of the Axis of Chaos. Battle hardened by years of combat he took me under his wing to increase my skill and to use me as a weapon for true conquest. GÇ£Some will do ANYTHING to get ahead in the universe, but we are held fast with the purest integrity throughout the multiverse. We are the SALT of the omni-verse!!!GÇ¥ I spent an incredible amount of time both on and off the battlefield preparing for ultimate war tirelessly fine tuning and generating new sniper suits until I was sure that I performed as I envisioned. I had taken to the Gallente Scout Frame G-1 series. They were light, fast, and hard to detect. I knew being a sniper in a frail suit was risky but to my rationale if I am seen I deserve to die as a sniper anyway. I had taken to the Charge sniper rifle variant its sound is terribly annoying but the damage output was the only competitive option. I was able to deal enough damage to down anyone with a well-placed headshot. Caoticfox or GÇ£foxGÇ¥ for short had taught me to be very forward and to run like hell if I was spotted. I had taken to driving a Land Attach Vehicle, or LAV, straight to the enemyGÇÖs home point. I would attempt to set up the shot before anyone else could get there. Most of the time it payed off, I would get 10-20 kills picking off stragglers and hackers. I had the occasional run in with an angry enemy running at me like a rabid dog. I would call in my LAV and smash the accelerator before my assailant could get to me. I was as fox called me a GÇ£Glass Canon.GÇ¥ Capable of dealing tons of damage but take none. If another sniper saw me before I saw him I was dead. I made the mistake of being GÇ£Scoped in.GÇ¥ it was a reference to a sniper not being situationally aware due to paying too much attention on targets and not my nearby physical locations. I had died through all manner of deaths that way, from being liquefied through a full on rail gun, to humiliating executions from remote explosives. Fox always laughed when I told him how I died. Fox GÇ£Man I do that all the time!GÇ¥ giggling his laugh was entertaining in itself, like the Joker. Honing my skills I had sharp increases in performance through being random and using a shoot and scoot mentality. My communication skills and sense of direction were a major upside to vehicle operators and they tipped for the callouts. Card Drunook a vehicle specialist said to me GÇ£Grease I will pay you to play with me. You are the best forward air controller in New Eden.GÇ¥ Flattered and happy to oblige I would assist anyone who needed me. CaoticfoxGÇÖs words of wisdom combined with my blitzkrieg minded tactics sharpened me into a finely tuned tactician. I had gotten to the point that I could predict enemy movement. It was a color code I had imagined and a sort of timer. I would count the amount of time I thought it would take to run to an objective. If things became seemingly quiet I had a timer set in my mind. By judging the layout of the battlefield and assessing the enemies speed capability, I was able to predict within fifteen seconds an enemy push. However I could not predict for stupidity. I had been witness to the worst cases of stubbornness. I watched either the enemy or friendly charge headlong into a sure slaughter on more than a handful of occasions.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:33:00 -
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A change for the future
Gaining notoriety from battle to battle I was being recognized by those who knew me as, GÇ£New EdenGÇÖs Premier Sniper.GÇ¥ In a battle of no particular importance I ran across a squad with room for two additional members. Recognizing their tag and remembering their powerful presence I request that fox and I join their squad to assist them in battle. They were a corporation called 0uter.Heaven. The squad was lead by Radar-R4D7, along with him was Reiselia, D3LTA Blitzkrieg, and Kaotic Krusader. They all had an incredible amount of skill and grace from what I had previously witnessed with and against them. Caoticfox conceded and we joined the squad. Our coms now shared their encrypted channel. The air of speech was playful and whimsical as they held the city referred to as the GÇ£Emerald City.GÇ¥ Radar was Minmatar and had developed a scout shotgun fit. A very talented flanker and hacker Radar ran at lightning speed. Reiselia meanwhile set up a forward base dropping ammo and armor replenishing GÇ£Nano-hivesGÇ¥. She was Caldari and used a logistics class suit with a mass-driver. Kaotic Krusader drove around in a nearly invincible all-four-wheel-drive land attack vehicle. His massive Amarrian drop-suit wielded a Heavy Machine Gun and was a terror in close quarters combat. He would patrol the city and that which he did not run-over he would shred apart by hopping out of his car and mowing them down. D3LTA Blitzkrieg was a Caldari assault class, able to hold a frontline and regenerate shields in the blink of an eye. He carried an assault rifle and submachine gun. Wondering what the conversation would go like I asked GÇ£Is it ok for us to join you?GÇ¥ No one minded as they all chimed in one after another Radar GÇ£Nope!GÇ¥, Reis GÇ£thaaaatttsssGÇÖ FIIIINNNEEEGÇ¥, D3LTA GÇ£sure.GÇ¥, Kaotic Krusader GÇ£GǪGǪGÇ¥ Grease GÇ£My role is sniper.GÇ¥ Everyone laughed but I didnGÇÖt see how that was funny.
Radar GÇ£SoGǪ. YouGÇÖre a sniper?..GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Yes I am the best.GÇ¥
They laughed much harder that time and fox decided to speak. GǣGuys he may actually be the best.Gǥ Still giggling Reiselia with her valley girl accent was laying down uplinks for clones to generate and spawn in, asked GǣHow good are you and can you prove it?Gǥ While on my perch hidden next to the enemy ship I asked GǣWhat would you constitute as good?Gǥ Reiselia GǣUmmmGǪ Oh my GOD! So like what is your kill to death ratio?Gǥ Gǣ7.75Gǥ
Reis GÇ£ Hmm thatGÇÖs not bad. But can you prove youGÇÖre good?GÇ¥ GÇ£I am.GÇ¥ Enemy after enemy I was denying them to even come out of the enemy MCC. Having crafted what I felt was the best sniper fitting for a suit I had several different modules to assist my will. 2 complex damage modifications, profile dampeners, and enough stamina to run forever I was as good as it got. Battle summary report 26-0 I was satisfied that they knew me now. I accounted for 40% of the total kills that battle. I was haunted by their laughter, what was funny about being a sniper? After that encounter I began to consider a change. I was skilled enough to get a new suit and weapon. What I chose was to be the greatest fit of its time.
GÇâ
Pioneered
Molden Heath was a backwater station to the great pilots and pirates of deep space. I had acquired a hunger for competition. Public mercenary work had become dull. I had a desire to prove myself and dominate my enemies with unrelenting force. Hoping that one day my name would be known throughout creation I pioneered. Axis of Chaos was not growing well due to the strict rules enforced by Caoticfox. His rule was no prototype level dropsuits in public contracts. This drove many to leave and having constant mediocre performances many mercenaries walked away unsatisfied. Others simply could not handle the lonely life of a soldier. It was harsh, unforgiving, and brutally painful dying over and over again for months and years. Our minds would form echoing pains from previous battles. The mind knew it was real but the body had no pain except what the mind created. Alone deep in space, I had no one to hold me through the night. So I worked hard then harder. Resentment filled my spirit and I turned into murder itself. In a closed door meeting with Fox I voiced my concerns. Grease GÇ£ Fox I need to experience new things such as planetary conquest.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£You know we arenGÇÖt big enough! Nor do we have enough members. All the new recruits quit because they are getting stomped.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£I need to experience it for intelligence so that when we begin we have some experience.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£What do you want to do GREASE!?GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£I want to join 0uter.Heaven and see how they do things. They are the best IGÇÖve seen. I want to know how to conduct full scale war. I will return once I know what to do.GÇ¥
Fox GÇ£Very well Grease. Good luck and God speed.GÇ¥
We shook hands and I contacted Maglives to join 0uter.Heaven.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:34:00 -
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Locked inside
Days have passed since my extraction and yet another seemingly hopeless task lay before me. Bent on learning the ways and gathering a mighty force of mercenaries seems the right thing to do. I said nothing as I watched many good men and women fight it out knowing they were all the same. Regardless of the words I could speak or the truth I spoke, I had to wait for them to awaken. Those were long days, not saying what needed to be said. I hung my head and feathered my trigger. Never hesitating to fire yet waiting for the shot. The time is coming and His return is imminent. I can no longer be idle. I must return to Him what is his. Locked inside of my thoughts I took aim. I am ready to take the shot, I am always ready. My aim is true and faithful.
0uter.Heaven
My contact in was an Amarrian man called Maglives. He and I met as opposing forces. Long ago, in my earlier days, he had taken the top of the emerald city. He was raining death with his powerful forge gun. A magnificent anti-vehicle weapon originally designed as a mining tool to displace solid mass with a concentrated anti-matter charge. The tool was weaponized because of the ability to destroy all manner of vehicles and auto defense turret installations. Looking back now it was the most powerful sniper rifle minus stealth. I shot him down twice. Impressed he sent mail asking GÇ£Why canGÇÖt we be friends?GÇ¥ Of course I thought it wonderful to have a sense of humor about it and said GÇ£We now are.GÇ¥ His strength was amazing and I generally didnGÇÖt want him against me either. Remembering our relationship I asked him if I could join the corporation. Mag spoke with a soft English accent GÇ£Sure. Mention my name that should be sufficient.GÇ¥ I gave a detailed application and within the hour was accepted as a member of 0uter.Heaven.
I had to earn respect as I continued increasing my skills as both a sniper and my future role as a slayer on the ground. I was encouraged by Radar to learn to fly. Radar GÇ£We need you to fly yourself. We donGÇÖt have time to fly you around in planetary conquest.GÇ¥ We rely on establishing high ground dominance and without it we lose, every time. Radar GÇ£So once all others have called in their vehicles you may call in yours.GÇ¥
Nicholas Tekotch
Nicholas Tekotch, Director of Outer.Heaven
I still hear their screams.... echoing.... forever....The screams of tens of thousands of confirmed kills by my hand alone. Oh yes, I remember every moment of it. I remember the satisfaction of slaughtering squads of newly cloned soldiers having no idea what they were getting themselves into. I remember slaughtering the veterans who would just pray that I end it quickly for them so as to not scar their minds. Above all I remember every piece of shrapnel that penetrated my body, and every plasma burn that withered my body as my mind grew clouded. Only to awake once more in a universe carved with the blood and sweat of my brothers and sisters in arms. A universe defined by life, death, fire and chaos, and a feeling of brotherhood no mortal could hope to understand. This is my story..........
My first day of work:
I woke up. For the first time in a foreign world that I couldn't even explain how I came to be standing upon. The sun was so bright. It reflected off a sea of sand only broken up by large rock outcroppings. I was thrown from this daze of awe and wonderment by the ground around me being flung into the air. Out of nowhere I felt incredible pressure on my chest like a sledgehammer crashing into my body knocking me to the ground. There was the red glow of a warning light coming from the lower left corner oh my HUD accompanied by an insistent noise notifying me that my shields have dropped below 10% Next thing I realize is I am being dragged behind one of the rock outcroppings. Suddenly there was a crackle over my communications an unknown soldier spoke to me in a commanding tone.
"You stupid ******* blueberry, you better use that ******* weapon of yours and not let one single red dot past this damn rock, do you understand!?!"
He turned from me and rolled around the rock, muzzle of his weapon ablaze, when he flopped back behind the rock. Laying on his back the unknown-soldier head slowly tilted toward me exposing a hole in the faceplate with gore leaking out the back.
"Sniper!!!" another voice frantically yelled over the coms.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:35:00 -
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I then watched two soldiers run past me flashing blue friend ID tags. They just continued to run away. I looked up in the left hand corner of my Hollow-graphic Universal Display, or H.U.D; at a mini-map and watched blue dots vanish one by one. Then there were none, as fear crept into my mind paralyzing my body. My heart sank and my breath was caught in my throat as I continued watching and witnessed two red dots enter the edge of my mini-map. Coming closer and closer to the rock I was cowering behind. I looked back down at the soldier with the hole in his head and knew what would happen when the red dots reached me. Mustering what courage I could I shakily found my footing and readied my weapon. Leaping around the corner weapon raised I opened fire on the closest of two unsuspecting hostile ID tags emptying all 48 rounds at the hostile watching him stumble as blue flares erupted all around the enemies body. Yet he did not fall..... He and the other hostile turned on me in an instant. They gleamed with menacing black armor from head to foot that I had only ever seen worn by the elite veterans from posters I had seen in the barracks from last week. Wielding weapons that were probably worth more than anything I had ever owned. They opened fire on me. In less than a second my shields were gone as ruptures opened all over the mid-section of my armor. I look down as I watched my burning entrails spill into the sand before me. I collapsed to my knees and coughed as blood splattered the inside of my faceplate. My mind and face clouded and contorted with pain and agony. I looked up at the clad black figure looming over me with the rifle barrel in my face. With what was left of my consciousness I watched him pull the trigger.
Then I woke up... again.....though in my merc quarters. I checked my body and realized I was fine. It all seemed like a dream, but with the memories that now flooded my mind I knew it was wishful thinking. That pain and suffering was all real. It was something I'll never forget. It isn't a luxury I will ever know. This is the price I pay for being immortal.
This is the first chapter in my story and more shall be told... However I am retiring for the night.
Signing off:
Nicholas Tekotch
The New Guy
I had to earn respect as I entered among the ranks of 0uter.Heaven. Honing my skills with new vantage points and as a pilot I was encouraged to fly. Because of the nature of our attack plans dynamic they needed me to be continually adaptable. This was the reason I was given and a generous donation was afforded to me for the learning experience. I was given 5 million isk to buy dropships so I could practice the techniques. There were no need for training facilities since you could pretty much goof off even in the middle of battle and still be compensated. Getting used to the controls and the cockpit layout were beyond frustrating. At 35,000 a piece I purchased only around 10 thinking I would be able to keep that many and still learn. I purchased them from a Caldari entrepreneur. He laughed as I bought only 10, I asked why and he said GÇ£ I recommend more than that, I see mercs like you daily and as you will soon learn **** happens.GÇ¥ I replied GÇ£Well, IGÇÖll only buy 10 for now if I need more I will come back and see you.GÇ¥ With that he kindly replied with a smug look GÇ£Ok but IGÇÖll be sure to stockpile extra you will be back soon.GÇ¥ I said GÇ£ Sure. IGÇÖll see you then.GÇ¥ With that we parted ways and I disengaged my pod from the dock and made way back to my quarters. I never would have imagined it would be so difficult to fly. 4 thrusters were at the bottom of each ship. The first I called into battle was immediately destroyed by being dropped from too great a height. The RDV pilot must have been drunk out of his mind. The second I called was destroyed by a tank who to no fault of his own was on a crash course with it well before he could realize. It disintegrated right before my eyes. I let out a long sigh, said GÇ£ItGÇÖs gonna be one of those days!GÇ¥, and moved away from the traffic. Angry I called in the third this time it was delivered properly and I hopped into the cockpit to check it out. As I entered the ship the vehicle began to hover as if sensing a pilot present. I liked the hum of the engines it was a soothing sound. I surveyed the controls and felt assured I could handle her. I began to ease on power to the thrusters. The ship began to gain altitude with a slight angle down on the nose. As it had a slight down angle I was nudged into the ground and before I could react the tail end had continued accelerating and slammed her into a front flip. The ship caught fire and before I could remember how to get out she exploded with me inside. I tried so hard to get out. Disappointed, hurt, and confused I was reborn into my next clone. You never forget the agony of being burned alive. Still as always I pushed on. I jumped out of the MCC hit my inertia dampener in anger, and called in the 4th ship. This time I would get airborne! I hopped in angrily and slammed on the thrusters thinking I just need to get in the air. Thruster on full I ascended quickly. I was feeling satisfied with the climb! Suddenly all acceleration halted and I was vaporizedGǪ GÇ£HOW!???GÇ¥ I had forgotten I was underneath our MCC. I had flown a path at maximum speed into a ship roughly 150 times more massive. GÇ£God help me!GÇ¥ As I was frustrated beyond belief. At the end of the day I had mastered take off and flying at sharp angles, however every landing was a terrific crash. For an entire week I had nightmares of burning to death. Roughly a hundred dropships later I was able to gently land on top of any structure.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:36:00 -
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Planetary Conquest
I was on standby for an upcoming battle. It was already late in the day as I had done an incredible amount of fighting but I was all warmed up. I was very excited to begin a war for taking over a district. For the corporation John 17:21 was 0uter.HeavenGÇÖs primary sniper with me as a backup. I was on deck to assist should the need arise. The idea of planetary conquest came from the realization that a corporation of mercenaries could attack and defend areas on a planet to bolster our resources and land. We could offer protection or be the bane of all existence by having a strong name and giving money to new recruits that would join our cause. Little did I know it was different for others, some saw it as a pride. Famous or infamous depending on the side you were on and what you stood for. A warning came over my com link declaring 5 minutes until atmospheric deceleration. RadarGÇÖs voice came over and I heard many more as we all joined in laughing and carrying on. There were several different dynamics to the plan than what I had seen with the average attack. Space fighters were to tear a hole through enemy blockades both fighters and bombers soared through space. I could hear no sounds as I sat in the warbage witnessing lights flashing and implosions of enemy vessels clearing a path to the ground pounders. John GÇ£Grease IGÇÖm going to step out on this one you take it.GÇ¥ Nervous but sure of myself I accepted. Radar GÇ£ All right! City holds two points Reis, Mag, and Kaotic on tower duty IGÇÖll fly. Grease take squad lead for the armored division watch home point and standby for orbital strikes. Sick demon, D3LTA blitz, Kaughst and everyone else come in on mobile uplinks where we need you. Armored division attack enemy home point and pin them down. You are going to move across the bridge to Alpha point and sweep Echo. LetGÇÖs do this!GÇ¥ I loaded up my gear and selected the fastest possible armor I could wear. As we broke through the atmosphere the roar of air intensified greatly. An immediate shot of adrenaline surged my clone body as I jumped. I fell to the ground and began to sprint. I had modified this suit with Kinetic Catalyzers to boost my fast twitch muscles and ran at the speed of a thorough bred race horse. Bounding across the land, I laid down a hidden uplink in case the need arose. I hacked our home point defense system sending ultra-powerful rockets careening into the enemy MCC. As soon as the hack was complete I ran back to a spot. I found good cover and line of site on the objective. As I sighted in and took a knee gyroGÇÖs tightened the outer fibers of my suit drastically increasing my stability and ability to aim. Locked and loaded I now played the waiting game. Silent on coms I listened and heard Reis voice calmly say GÇ£They are pushing point bravo heavily.GÇ¥ Radar GÇ£ OKAY! D3LTA and Sick bring in your teams!GÇ¥ 5 seconds passed as the two squads generated clones on the mobile uplink deployed by Reis. Prototype Caldari assault, Logistics, and Amarrian Heavy suits appeared in a flash of light and waded into the enemy bulge. In a V formation they split the offense in two. The sounds of battle were deafening. The towers between the firefight and I were all that dampened screams and explosions. The fight must have been hell. The spooling and constant fire of heavy machine guns was a sound like an eagles cry. Radar sounding sure said GÇ£All right they have been pushed out. IGÇÖm going to set out an uplink at their home point, standby for my call.GÇ¥ RadarGÇÖs scout suit was even faster than mine as he dashed outside towards the enemy base. I felt it, it was time. I knew from on high they would be attacking our home point soon. I stopped monitoring coms to slip into the focus. Four seconds passed as I saw the flash and several attackers setting up to secure our home point. Grease GÇ£Multiple enemy contacts, heavy push incoming from south east side ridge. Need armor to secure the point.GÇ¥ The first to enter my kill box I downed with a shot to the left side temple. Radar GÇ£On my way Grease make the shot! D3LTA take your squad and secure their home point Kaughst on me.GÇ¥ I kept firing as I had their attention. I could feel the earth quake as our tanks busy from pounding on each other were making a westerly sweep to the east. A flash of light produced Radar and Kaughst to the building above the station. I downed a third hacker and the attacking squad turned to face me. With their backs to Radar and Kaughst, I dropped my scope. Radar leaped from 40 meters into the middle of the attacking force and hit his inertia dampener. Kaughst unleashed a hellstorm of grenades from his mass driver. I could see the strike forces confusion. Turning in disarray they saw Radar between them with his shotgun flashing and strafing about like a mad man. Just when he killed the first of his victims our tanks just mowed them down like grass. The giant cannons bursting, as if a machine gun made it a blood bath. They popped like water balloons of red all around Radar as he pursued the direction of the attack. He destroyed the uplink and the tanks rolled back towards a northeastern course. Radar GÇ£Kaughst, Grease cover me I am going to counter hack.GÇ¥ GÇ£Rodger.GÇ¥ I watched him covered from head to toe in blood and admired his lack of regard for self in battle. Radar uploaded the counter hack protocol and I sighted back into the kill box. Radar and Kaughst left to terrorize the enemy on their own ground. I saw two refugees likely a mining family that had gotten lost in the emergency evacuation. I ran up to them knowing time was short and the battle was won. A rogue round of mine had pierced a mining vehicle and severed who is likely a motherGÇÖs arm from the shoulder. There was nothing I could do as I watched her bleed out. My right arm went numb and then hot. I shouldered my long rifle and put a round through her heart. I damned myself for not having a nanite injector. I looked at her brown curley hair in appreciation and spoke
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:37:00 -
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GÇ£Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust.GÇ¥ I turned to my right sensing the presence of others. I had enough time to wave at her children as we were pulled out to assault another planet. Dazed I heard Radar GÇ£Nice shot Grease!!!GÇ¥ He couldnGÇÖt see me trembling inside my dropsuit. I walked toward the Star dotted void and put my hand to my face. I realized that I must have looked like a monster to those children. Now I wondered what was I fighting for?
The alliance
I was unaware of the politics involved in our conquest. I learned I had become a part of a super alliance known as EON. The three groups I was aware of are the people of Sver Truebloods, A corporation named Teamplayers, and 0uter.Heaven. Still grieving over the refugee I continued my research into the past and present events. That lead to the formation of these alliances. I searched among the people of Sver Prime for understanding. I found their people to be rude and haughty. The largest corporation by far, Sver Trueblood was lead by Quickgloves and a large upperclass of ladies and lords. They were the richest among the worldGÇÖs and it showed in their impractical architecture. Magnificent spires and towers like a mountain range splitting the sky. I was impressed but something told me that I would one day be atop them bringing judgement. I spoke with a fellow mercenary. He was a proud citizen of Sver code named Draven Demorte. Eyes locked as we recognized our demeanor, as if two predators had crossed paths. With a nod I began to question him.
Truth
Unlike the average citizen of Sver Prime he cared to give a detailed story of the war that took place a year ago. Sver had discovered an extremely elite groups of mercenaries called Teamplayers. They were founded by a man called Chicagocubs4ever. Common tongue had taken to calling him Cubs or Cubby. Draven explained, GÇ£He is an Amarr Loyalist to the bone. All about elitism and partying it up in good fashion. He was particularly feared for being able to take an average mercenary and making them outstanding. A very strong tactician Cubs is good to have in your pocket.GÇ¥ I knew the people of Sver had money to fund any operation and the secret back-bone of an alliance called GÇ£EonGÇ¥ was actually a small elite group called Teamplayers. Draven GÇ£ We paid cubs to wipe out the forces on this world and reclaim our homeland after the 1st northern war. Those who wouldnGÇÖt accept us were wiped out and those whom could became laborers.GÇ¥ I wasnGÇÖt shocked to hear this. I knew about the Amarrians and their long history of enslaving conquered peoples. Draven GÇ£Sver Prime has reaped the benefits and is a shining metropolis.GÇ¥ My stomach turned upside down, I knew it was a matter of time that world would fall. After his explanation he gave me the works of GodGÇÖs architect. Draven GÇ£Now that you know the truth what will you do?GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£I will wait until a decision needs to be made.GÇ¥ Draven GÇ£And what side would you fight for?GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£The side of righteousness.GÇ¥ Draven GÇ£AHAHAHAHA! The side of righteousness! I havenGÇÖt heard that answer ever! You are a strange one. Either way it goes IGÇÖll see you around. By the way I didnGÇÖt catch your name.GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£GreaseGǪ Spillett.GÇ¥ Draven GÇ£Did you say spill-it?GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£I did.GÇ¥ Draven GÇ£And a strange name too! IGÇÖll see you around!GÇ¥ No you wonGÇÖt I thought as I bowed as was customary in the land. I left to my station to review the documents.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:38:00 -
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Written by: GodGÇÖs architect
A reporter on the events of many stories his chronicles are critical pieces of the puzzle. Little does he know that his name is as it was given.
1st Northern War
The IMPs and Outer.Heaven is committed to an extermination campaign in the north against Sver. Fighting for our very home is exciting. Place your bets and by the end of the week we shall have an outcome.
Day 1. Both sides have taken heavy casualties with victories and losses accounted in both sides, no territory as been taken. With the war ending its Day 1 operation the defense of Sver Prime was successful. With Day 2 of the Northern War approaching the U.N has committed men and resources to attack strategic locations on Sver Prime. Also alongside Outer.Heaven who has also committed to the fight. With no air support on the Day 1 in its defense it is assumed that for the 1st day of the invasion they both maintain air dominance over the skies of Sver Prime. It is currently unknown how long this blockade will last, but both sides are in high spirits over the 1st day. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.
Scorched Earth
Day 2. This is unarguably the worst day of the war. With casualties reaching past half a thousand, isk exceeding two billion, and with the loss of a supply base on Sver Prime to the U.N "Blue Hats". Now with a closing reality that Sver Prime may fall we have enacted a scorched earth policy for the Sver mainland and its colonies. If failure is imminent we are to destroy plans and research data of assault plans, defense strategies, logistics, secret base locations and etc. if evacuation of such sensitive information becomes impossible. Evacuation of civilian and company assets were a success and were escorted under the protection of the Unclaimed Alliance after the blockade was broken. The corporationsGÇÖ wallet is no longer stationed in the Sver Prime Capital but at an undisclosed location. The evacuation of civilians from various warzones in the world were accompanied by many of the lower tiered True Bloods. With many of the men helping the evacuation efforts to the mainland they prepared for a possible evacuation from the home world itself. Due to the lack of men stationed on the frontline, many non-True Bloods mercenaries have been called into the fight to slow the advance. The CEO of Sver True Bloods Quickgloves announced that post-Sver Prime invasion or Occupation will result in a massive invasion of multiple planets and sectors, threating to force the Northern War south, bringing her allies and enemies alike. Such a move is feared to ignite the 1st regional conflict. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.
A Losing War
Day 2.5. Sver today has lost contact with all of its colonies. With the war approaching to the capital everyone in Sver is starting to break a sweat. It was clear we were not prepared to fight a war such as this one alone. The undefeated title of the True Bloods is now just a memory. After the U.N successful invasion into the Sver Prime home world they have yet to break into the mainland but the fear is that within a week their tanks will tread the capital. This war is not lost but make no mistake we are losing. With parts of our home occupied the situation is getting more desperate. As the fight turns into meters not miles, the coming days it will be some of the most ferocious fighting in the Sver Prime Defense campaign. We already have some reports of the IMPs glassing our bases in the mountains. We lost contact with FOB Marston and Kaios. With a beachhead secure they now reinforce their men for another round in the next day. We are to give no ground to the UN at any cost, not one step back. Men who break this rule are to be shot and exile from the corp. With our CEO's growing hated towards the invaders he will inevitably bring the war south. I fear that war will spread and engulf all in its wake. I'll keep you updated in the coming days.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:39:00 -
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Bringing the War South
Day 3. Operation: Barbosa is in effect. With the war on the mainland at a stalemate our CEO has issued and all-out attack on the Rise Of Legion. The war is coming south. As many thousands of men will commence in the attack on Day 4. The worn and torn men of the forces of Sver Prime along with ringers are said to help carry out this assault on a massive land grab in probably the largest in the history of Dust thus far. Unconfirmed reports state that close to 60% of the corps wallet has been spent in this assault. The Unclaimed Alliance is sending ships logical and close air support to help carry out the invasion of ROFL. The men Sver True Bloods are surprised but ready to bring the fires of war to ROFL's doorstep. With the ROFL forces ready to defend all territories in tomorrowsGÇÖ engagement the fight is told to be that of legend. Also with Day 3 defense of Sver Prime all but finished the remaining Sver soldiers are fighting desperately to hold the IMP's back. With an invasion of the mainland likely we are to ready a complete evacuation of Sver Prime. I'll have more info today.
A Burning Capital
Day 5.
Today the IMP's shattered our lines and entered the Sver Capital. Their tanks tread on the suburb Acacia and Gruand as the Svers forces retreat to Zdowgg Memorial. Fighting over that hill has taken hours and switched hands over a dozen times. Once the 7th Sver Imperial Guard showed they retook the hill and forced the IMP's back too Acacia and Gruand. With a Sver flag planted on the hill once more hope for the Sver people brighten.
With Quickgloves leading the defense for the Sver capital in an underground bunker in the Court Guard District. With Sver elites all ordered to give up their lives if need be. At the same Kush's tank divisions pushing towards the IMPs bulge Christine to buy time for the Sver evacuation. They attempted to surround the IMP's at Svers suburbs, they knowing this have moved heavies and infantry with proto gear to slow the advance and bring tank reinforcements from their stretched supply lines.
With the line holding and Valkyrie Protocol in effect evacuations are still underway, many of which is not escorted. With Unclaimed abandonment of the region, sympathizers have mobilized and only recently helped with evacs. The IMP's pounds the fleet hard with the fight lasting all day. The sympathizers, many of them Sver born refuse to retreat and understands what's at stake if they run now.
End of the Beginning
Day 5.3. The some of the ships escorting the evacuation were ambushed by another unknown fleet. All ships were destroyed and pods dead as well. With Unclaimed no longer sending ships and the sympathizers fighting for the evacuation towards unclaimed space, no ships are able to investigate into this new threat.
"Goons"
Day 5.5. Goonfleet came in force and broke our blockade over the planet. The Goon's with their savagery attacked the territories used for evacuation. They dropped Goon Crusaders with the attempted to cleanse the Sver people. The fight was hard and long. The Goons attacked soldiers and civilians alike and showed no mercy to any. With the attack as a surprise the Sver forces they regroup under their F/C and started to push the Crusaders back. With the battle turning to our favor the Goons committed a great atrocity. June 1, 2013 at 19:32 EVE time the Goons detonated several nuclear warheads over the E-vac sites. It was a grand sacrifice that engulfed all. Maybe this was the plan from the start or their leaders couldn't stand the thought of defeat and declare to the universe the lengths they are willing to take. According to unofficial reports stating that over 8 million people died. All that was remaining was a desolate landscape, this unspeakable crime craved a scared into the mainland. How did the Sver people feel about what they saw? And what did Quick think when he heard the news?
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:40:00 -
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Etiam Hic Sumus
Less than 3 days after the ceasefire and Sakulda peace accords, statement 1 demanded we give up all lands of our home, the IMPs are to cease all attacks on Sver and its people ending the war. A little over 24 hrs after the ceasefire the IMP's send an invasion fleet to our last territory in Molden Heath and set fires emergency hospital facility in Skarkon, forcing the peace treaty to become null in void. Survivors of the Sver Prime invasion were forced to take up arms once more and engaged the IMPs in open fighting. The hasty assembled and demoralized troops stood in Skarkon's defense though we all believed that fighting the IMPs were a losing battle. A surviving F/C lead the men into a fight knowing winning wasn't a possibility. The IMPs want us out of Molden Heath and broke a treaty to do it. The fight was hard and long. Even the traitors that turned on us on the Battle of Dolby the last fight for Sver Prime stood in their ranks on todayGÇÖs invasion. After hours of fighting the IMPs ships burned in orbit. Their tanks and men lie broken on the battlefield. And the dirtied men of Sver rose from the rubble. Then brave a wounded man of Sver stood and chanted in a dead language of the Dark ages. "Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus!" Translation GÇ£We are still here!GÇ¥
"Monster"
"The cold. I remember the cold!" I said. Winter on Skarkon; windless winter is what the men were calling it. We were overflowed with wounded unable to survive the trip back. We've been having skirmishes with the IMPs for two days now, but back then I didn't know what was worst the cold or the IMPs. Many had died in the fighting many more from the cold and starvation. Base commanders send distress beacons a call for help but we have been cut loose and told to give up Skarkon and our leaders are to discuss our terms as prisoners of war. Our remaining F/C shun the order knowing what the IMPs do to prisoners and no one would dare agree to become a slave, so we thought. Every few hours the IMPs blast their false propaganda over loud speakers, but it wasn't all false. As I was out on recon one day and I saw their warm food and warm camps.
Every hour more us of died or deserted, many were caught and shot on sight. Many of us were questioning the motive of this war and why we are killing our own friends. I remember telling the men in the camp a lie. I told them that Unclaimed will come and take us off this dismal planet. What a wonderful lie that was, Unclaimed was fighting war that lost half of it territory and we were forced to make our own alliance Public Disorder. No one was coming for us and I knew that, but I told that lie I fabricated to keep the men going. I said that lie so many times that I almost believed it myself. Believing your own lie, huh, now you know things were a mess.
Our military discipline was evaporating as well, if I remember correctly. There were a lot of in fighting on Sharkon. With only two directors on the planet with us it was hard to contain it all. With bank accounts drying up as well it became harder and harder to get supplies from the nearby territories especially protogear to fight the IMPs. Hell we usually avoided them if we can. Most of the time we can but they sometimes ambushed our patrols with Thale sniper teams, on average we lose six men. When we ambush them it is with advanced or militia and they lose 3 on average. Now that we've been told the Sver will no longer fund operations on Skarkon they say they are saving it for a larger operation. The men on this cold planet are left to fight on their own now abandon by their alliance and corp. They have turned a blind eye to the men that swore their allegiance to them. Still most of the men on Skarkon though abandoned, starving, and low on moral still refused to become prisoners.
There were reports of patrols killing their officers to surrender just for food. On one of my patrols a few men mutinied and tried to kill me and run. A few loyalist and I were forced back when we ran out or ammo. After a few incidents Command stopped all patrols, Command tried to keep it under wraps, no one needed to know Guards are killing Guards it would do no one good.
Command got all the remaining Guards together and issued Military Code 218-479 Article 5 Section 1. We were to now be a supervision unit, it was a job hated by all who carried it out and those who looked at the punishers. We were placed behind the lines and killed the Sver soldiers that abandoned their duties and ran. God, we kill dozens of our men, but they still came at us. "Your Daddy still has memories of those actions." I told her. "Daddy you are not a monster. Monsters are bad and mean people. You are kind to me, so you are no monster." she told me. I look at the roof of her bedroom. Why do men kill? Why do men lie? Why do men become numb? We are all monsters. I should have asked those questions back then. I was given the name God's Architect for the legend that an angel that created the prison for where the devil resides. But I guess there was another Architect making a hell around me.
Once a Proud People
GÇ£Yeah I remember. ItGÇÖs going to take a while by the way it happened so long ago. Do you know what the war was really about?GÇ¥ I told the man while I sat on a chair inside my house. GÇ£The war,GÇÖ he said GÇ£14 years ago there was a war the engulfed the world; the first Northern War. The war between the IMP and the True Bloods started years before mercs even occupied Molten Heath. This war was fought over pride. The extent of the clashes extended past normal men ambitions and turned into hatred. Cronos once a great empire of the east negotiated with our King Baby Jesus STB, peace talks broke down. By June of 2013 the IMPs assaulted our lands, by the fourth day most of the worldGÇÖs southern hemisphere was completely engulf. With lost moral, insubordination and almost failed evacuation, Sver Prime fell after a week of fighting.GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:41:00 -
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I lean over and grab my cup of coffee then said, GÇ£This could be found in any history book!GÇ¥ The young man puts a data pad on my desk in front of me and a hologram showed. GÇ£But I found something interesting; after the rise of the new world government in GÇÖ22 there was a release of the war records pertaining to the Northern War. The TeamPlayers Corporation kept popping up in my findings, also this man, code word Quickgloves.GÇ¥ My eyes and his locked for a moment and there was an uneasy silence, I put my put down and scroll the data pad thatGÇÖs on my table. GÇ£What do you want, boy?GÇ¥ I asked firmly. GÇ£I want to know what happened in the Battle for Sharkon. The history books say that Sver won the day but there are conflicting reports that suggest otherwise. As a reporter and journalist I want to know the truth about the last day and the Teamplayers myth, did they really even exist?GÇ¥
14 years ago
Panicked voices over the radio requesting for help, Sounds of dead, and explosions. There is a battled scarred and ripped Sver True Bloods flag waving on a flag pole. It gets taken down. A dozen of Sver soldiers are captured the highest ranking officer in on his knees in front of him is a beautiful but battle-hardened female commander. She is wearing a heavy coat with a pistol in her hand. The woman points the pistol at young officers head. Her name was Karla GÇ£The SavageGÇ¥ Status, GÇ£Such a shame,GÇ¥ she says as she pulls the trigger. Some of the officers blood is splattered on her face. GÇ¥Kill the rest!GÇ¥ she tells her soldiers. She draws a cigarette and lights it as she hear the firing squad kill the remaining Sver soldiers. GÇ£That officer was kinda cute!GÇ¥ The NF soldiers leave the base with Sver soldiers hanging from light poles, their hands and feet are bound. Many are even missing their proto armor.
IGÇÖm running through the hard dirt; the radio also goes loud with screaming soldiers requesting for help. The soldier makes it to a stiff cold trench where he sees Spartanbiker and other Sver soldiers firing. GÇ£God youGÇÖre still alive?GÇ¥ I take cover and reload my tac rifle. GÇ£WhereGÇÖs the rest of you guys?GÇ¥ Spartanbiker shouted. GÇ£We got fGÇÖcked at FOB Tool!GÇ¥ I told the F/C then I glance over the trench wall and see Sver soldiers that routed from the FOB getting shot by the advancing NF troops.
GÇ£We are getting pushed! We are about to be overrun!GÇ¥ Valto screamed over the radio. GÇ£This is the 4th Royal Tanks we are fGÇÖcked. They have air support. TheyGÇÖre killing our tanks we are getting slaughter out here!GÇ¥ NF rail tanks pushed on our advanced tanks alongside with swarms and forges. Spartanbiker picked up the radio then ordered, GÇ£Hold what you got! Do not fallback!GÇ¥
The fighting is fierce heavy losses on both sides. Tracers are dropping both Sver and NF soldiers; then Setsuna runs to the Spartanbiker and tell him that Dog Company cannot hold.
Dog (Radio) GÇ£We have IMP tanks rolling up our line. We are out of AV weapons, throwing rocks and using harsh language isnGÇÖt going to work anymore. We have gone FUBAR to Foxtrot Uniform in a motherfGÇÖcking heartbeat and we lose this location, please advise over!GÇ¥ I picked up a radio and tells them, GÇ£You are doing fine just hold out! IGÇÖm sending a unit with AV weapons your way!GÇ¥ I drop the radio and drop two charging IMP soldiers then I talk on the radio again. GÇ£Rolland! Are you still alive? Pick up goddamnit!GÇ¥
Rollands unit is battered and beaten but the IMPS keep advancing. Rolland gets on the radio, GÇ£Yeah just barely!GÇ¥ GÇ£Roland, Dog Company is out of AV weapons take your squad and assist them!GÇ¥ I ordered. Two men next to Rolland get hit and one dies instantly the other is holding his neck and choking on his own blood. Rolland shocked cries, GÇ£Medic!GÇ¥ Me (Radio) GÇ£Rolland answer your fGÇÖcking COMs!GÇ¥ Rolland grab this says, GÇ£We are en route!GÇ¥ Rolland takes whatever is left of his squad and runs.
Danny sets up his machine gun next to Joker and fires at the approaching enemy. The Svers HUDs goes off line. TedGÇÖs base camp is less than a mile from the line. He looking at a black screen that was a hologram displaying his troops and enemy positions that his troops on the ground saw. Ted gets on the radio. GÇ£MCC Raven whatGÇÖs going on up there! Raven talk to me!GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:42:00 -
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The Homeland
12 days! 12 days of fighting. 12 days of dying and being betrayed. 12 days of losing! 12 days wishing it would stop. 12 days. And the war continues. Sver, we've been called irrelevant, cowards, and incapable, but on the 12th day we are still here. Today Quickgloves sent out an order to all remaining Sver troops. We are to come from dark space and commit to an invasion of Sver Prime. We are going home and freeing the once proud Sver people who are currently enslaved. From our intel from resistance fighters on the ground are very reliable. Hope now slides from the lips of every person on Sver Prime. The men they stayed loyal to Sver will be rewarded with their home. We are ready for another round, and we are not done yet.
Surviving
We sit on a ship scouting Sver Prime and that is yet to be noticed. I look at my wife's and daughterGÇÖs picture then I look up and still see the fires from the IMPs glassing the planet from when we still owned it. "What a pitiful sight!" I said then Sax Rage walks up beside me then says, "War come with its price!" I then turn to him and gaze at the planet. "We are still here, aren't GA?" he asked but it was more of a statement. "Are we really? Did we really survive this?" I replied with a question. He then looks away from me then to the scorched planet and the debris of dead ships that drift. "A lot has change, the IMPs kept their word, CRONOS and the Fluffys have fallen, but we are still here. We are still fighting!" he said.
I stand up and hand him a cigarette. "We are still alive off of luck and nothing more!" I told him still remembering the hell on Sharkon. "Quickgloves lead men decisively in the last battle with the IMPs!" he stated. I place a cigarette in my mouth and then lit his then mine. I look at my reflection from the glass and saw how my eyes have darkened. I turn my head to him then said, "Yes he did, but we the soldiers of Sver did not win that battle. It was the mercenaries of the south that saved us, not we!" Sax looks away from me and blows smoke from his nose then asked me, "What's wrong with surviving? What's wrong with living to fight another day? Is that so shameful? Is it so disgraceful to live to live one more day?" I then look at my families picture again. "Surviving to lose our pride?" I said. "No surviving to see your daughter again?" He told me then he taps my shoulder. "My kids GÇÿbirthday is coming up soon. I didn't get them on the E-vac ship in time, so I want to give him the gift of seeing his daddy again and his home becoming again. That is why I survive!"
Reconstruction
With the Northern War at a stand-still we are reorganizing and restructuring the True Bloods. STB is barely out of the hospital due in recovery terms but as it seems now, not too many members are excited about reentering PC again. After the Fall of Sver Prime and the near collapse STB itself at the Battle for Sharkon eventually us having to evacuate that too, itGÇÖs unclear if we are ready to get back on it. With our finances not where they used to be before the war and many good Sver mercenaries falling from our ranks our CEO at the moment is playing it extremely cautious. With us barely able to at least take off the bandages we are making an assault on Sharkon to test our strength. Now with Sver acting as refuges on Sakulda we are attempting to rebuild our military might (for an eventual retaking of the homeland if talks for some reason break down). Also on this play, we are trying to revive our fallen brothers One Armed Bandits and Zion to enter PC again. Also it is unclear if Unclaimed will assist us in this reconstruction after the blue on blue incident. I'll try to keep you informed in the coming days.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:42:00 -
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Lessons Yet To Be Learned
With the war breaching a month and we are nowhere closer to retaking Sver Prime, today Sver had another setback at the Battle of Skarkon against the PHI. Reports from those who survived the battle say that it was a catastrophic defeat and many that where just able to escape with their lives. It seems like our strength and new strategy is a complete bust, we now know that we aren't in shape to fight, and without our good players it is unclear of STB survival or retaking of Sver Prime. So we are back to the drawing board; our CEO is now attempting to win back our tankers and infantry that left the Union at Kush's Rebellion. Our CEO now understanding that we must be compensated from the battles, right now much of the compensation went to those who have mutinied and rebelled. The question I ask is, if they received compensation what of the one's who stood loyal to Sver, what kind of compensation do they receive for their sacrifice and most of all their loyalty?
Civil War?
This is now official that Kush's Rebellion will not get an immediate cent in compensation for abandoning their duties in the Northern War and revolting against Sver. The separatist have been quite not attempting to join PC but after this announcement and after talking to a few TCD mercs, they are highly displeased by this decision. They are voicing that they help fight the IMPs before the Fall of Sver Prime. Our CEO is arguing that we are soldiers of loyalty not money and as friends they will be repaid for their services in due time. Quickgloves is still announcing these separatist as friends; and they are, we fought together and had fun. This decision many True Bloods agree that Quickgloves made the right call; but this call has driven a wedge between the True Bloods and the Rebels (TCD). Some of the Rebels I talked to is calling for war against their former brothers. It is certainly unclear if this is just a radical minority or a certain majority or if such talks will even leave the lips of the insurrectionist leader Kush. With STB gathering its strength and men; while TCD acquired man power and the backing of an alliance to wage war against STB. I am hoping the war between the brothers doesn't happen but if it does, then so it shall be.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:43:00 -
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The word I heard
The sound of the seventh trumpet signals the "Third woe". Woe to the one whom receives this word and has not recognized the truth. So short is the time my hair stands on end for you. I am to be your last call. He who has an ear let him listen. Take this to the holy place and know the one who receives it shall prepare his people for the end. My voice is humble and meek, yet in the end will be raised as a lionGÇÖs roar and all will be silent throughout the heavens and earth.
The Rhymesayers
I assisted this group of mercenaries quit often. I loved the company of Doomtree and Eyedea. They like all of us had been pulled up from earth. They had similar values and speech. They enjoyed my overwatch as they always pushed the frontlines. They were two logistics Eyedea liked Amarrian tech while Doomtree liked Caldari. On more than a handful of battles I had saved them with either a good shot or a call that pushed the lines or pulled them back. They felt comforted having a dedicated sniper. I would first grab high-ground and suppress up to 4 enemy snipers at a time. Any more than that and I would just be shooting and scooting. One day Eyedea the CEO of the Rhymesayers called me into a secret meeting. Eyedea GÇ£Grease we brought you here today to announce our entrance into planetary conquest.GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£ThatGÇÖs great.GÇ¥ Eyedea GÇ£We feel that we are ready to begin will you help us?GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£Yes, however you are not ready.GÇ¥ Eyedea was utterly perplexed at this thinking I would just agree and not tell him what I had experienced with 0uter.Heaven. Eyedea GÇ£We are ready.GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£You may feel ready but thatGÇÖs not the case.GÇ¥ Eyedea GÇ£We have everything we need. Logistics, Isk, Tankers, and Slayers I know we can do this!GÇ¥ I realized that reason had just left the room. Grease GÇ£ThereGÇÖs way more to it than that. Over half of the mentioned names are great but you have conducted no drills with them. Some of your guys arenGÇÖt even capable of running prototype drop suits or running basic formations. Not to mention the politics, over 80% of the viable systems to attack are affiliated with a legendary group of mercenaries called Teamplayers.GÇ¥
Eyedea GÇ£Grease I donGÇÖt like your attitude you just think youGÇÖre a badass because you joined 0uter.Heaven.GÇ¥ He picked up his wine glass and his voice deepened.
Eyedea GÇ£You canGÇÖt think we could lose with this lineup!GÇ¥ I realized I couldnGÇÖt change his mind so I simply entertained the thought. Grease GÇ£You have my support to try.GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:44:00 -
[17] - Quote
Silence
The following week Eyedea planned for D-day. He had scouted the weakest of the enemy forces. He knew by the numbers they were low on clone troops. What he didnGÇÖt know was that this is Teamplayers back yard. I sighed as we were in the warbarge. Not one besides myself had any clue as what to do. I attempted to organize a plan. It was however hopeless. Most were there celebrating their first attempt at planetary conquest. As I began to call for assignments I was shushed as Eyedea spoke GÇ£ Simply do what you do best and everything will be fine.GÇ¥ I knew this would be eye opening for them as I shut off my com link. Dropping into the atmosphere I was worried for them. I saw the Teamplayers emblem on the enemy ship. After my drop was successful I made a quick decision where to take up a defensive position. To my horror I watch almost everyone run to the city. The enemy had an extra minute to fortify their front. That is more than enough to win the fight right there. The exception was Captain-Lonewolf. Our dedicated tanker LonewolfGÇÖs vehicle was a shield and missile turreted design. As he hummed past me I watched and nodded knowing only death awaited. The strike was too slow and was met at the gates by heavy machine gunners, grenades, and a forge gunner on tower over-watch. They never even bothered to try and take our home point. They set up a kill box that our forces walked into. I tried to pick some off to form a path. They were too well covered and my only choice was to kill their forge gunner. I could tell they were just having fun with us as they allowed them to continue to try and fight into the city. The battle was so one sided I couldnGÇÖt bare to participate anymore. I moved on to another observation point clear of the battle and watched the massacre that no one wanted to call off. There was silence on coms as no one could even believe how bad it was. I took a couple of shots at the forge gunner on the tower but he was in armor repairing nano-hives. It was just not going to happen for me at all. It was very clever to do that for him I thought. He was an invincible sniper with no need for cover. Not even the most powerful rifle could down him. These guys knew what they were doing. The battle was fearsome at the gates. Ultimately pride and reluctance to adapt left them dying over and over. Still having a shred of hope in his voice Eyedea shouted GÇ£Come on we can do this!GÇ¥ As soon as he spoke those words a ship in low orbit fired Hybrid laser orbital strikes. I could see the air bend as super-heated beams of light slammed into their location. It wiped out every infantryman trying to push in. Without a sound no one came back. I heard them, all the dreams of the Rhymesayers explode in that very moment. Our MCC was in critical condition and I sat in my perch waiting if anyone would come out to greet our non-existent force. I felt tanks shaking the ground and looked to the north. Captain Lonewolf sped towards the homepoint scrambling for cover in his shield tank. I knew he was being pursued but I had no clue what was coming. As the rumbling from Lonewolf dissipated I felt another wave approaching. Then I saw it, a Madrugar armor tank with GÇ£The LegendGÇ¥ painted across the side. The Legend stopped suddenly and the sound of his Particle Cannon charging almost burst my eardrums. I stayed on him as I watched him track Lonewolf, then nothing but Dust filled the air. One hit in the middle of LonewolfGÇÖs fuel storage sent a massive cloud of smoke across the plain. I peaked back at the gate and traced a repair tool beam used for repairing damaged armor. I traced that beam to an Amarrian heavy suit. It was black with red glowing eyes and written down his left arm was Chicagocubs4ever in old English bold white letters. As soon as I had prepared a shot for him, in spite, our MCC exploded and all clone bodies fell dead. Not one but Doomtree and I stayed. He was the only one who wanted to talk about what happened. Doomtree GÇ£I thought we could do it you know? I mean what else could we have done?GÇ¥ Grease GÇ£It takes a lot more than hardwork and dedication youGÇÖve gotta make tough calls and get into your enemies head. Think and fight a few steps ahead. A lot of us who were here today are not close to that mindset and it cost us. They were by far the worst to have attacked.GÇ¥ Doomtree decided to get some sleep he had was the leader of a hopeful group of upstarts gave up in the face of adversity and defeat.
Reinvented
After an impressive battle of racking up 48 kills no deaths as a sniper and still losing the fight, I sat in my quarters and gazed at my dropsuits. I was broken hearted. Wrestling with the realization that not everyone thought as I in battle, I brought up the market and began to formulate my next suit. I wanted to be able to direct troop movement while also being able to deal out tons of damage. I went over each suit again and again. Checking all the available options of each race I stayed loyal to the federation by selecting the Gallente logistics advanced series. With it I could do as Reiselia did. Lay down uplinks for rapid troop deployment and nano-hives for armor repairing and ammunition resupply to keep the front supplied. I also invested in core locus grenades which at the time were by far the best tool to clear a room. I found an active scanner to identify enemy troop movements and finally for the last stand remote explosives that I could detonate with the push of a button. Theoretically this could be the finest suit ever crafted.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:46:00 -
[18] - Quote
Crimson Day
I requested the presence of Doomtree and Anarchide. Both were Logistics, Doomtree Caldari and Anarchide Minmatar, they joined my squad to witness my field test.
Grease GÇ£IGÇÖm going on the ground this time.GÇ¥
Doomtree GÇ£No ******* way man! Holy **** IGÇÖm so excited to see what you can do!GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Bring armor repairers, uplinks and nano-hives. We are going to set up a base at the central objective. IGÇÖll call in an LAV at the MCC and drive us straight to the point.GÇ¥
Nice and simple strategy we dropped into orbit and began to execute. The three of us jumped from our ship and I called in the LAV in mid-air. The RDV pilot swooped in perfectly and laid my Ishukone Watch Saga right of my landing zone. I jumped into the driver seat, Doomtree grabbed the turret on the back, and Anarchide rode shotgun. I punched the accelerator and tires squealed as I made for the cityGÇÖs southern gate. I panned my vision across the sky and noticed a basic dropship about to land on the hangar above the Null-Canon. I was already committed to entering the city but now I swept east to secure that gate.
Doomtree GÇ£Grease! What the **** are you doing man! The objective is that way!GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Trust me.GÇ¥
As I drifted left towards the closest defendable position I prepared to explain myself emergency braking the vehicle.
Grease GÇ£They had a dropship come in from the North that landed on the hangar. We have a low orbit bomber on standby for bombardment orders. We are going to set up a defensible position at the gate and harass incoming attackers. LetGÇÖs get in their heads and do some humiliating as Custer, our bomber, prepares the strike. Drop your uplinks on the left and right sides, stack ammo on top. When I move into their line of site hit me with your armor repairers. IGÇÖll take the deaths you two protect the base.GÇ¥
Doomtree GÇ£Aww ****!! This is ******* crazy man!GÇ¥
With that we set up a forward base. By the time we arrived our force was already demoralized and took to what was commonly referred to as redline sniping. When slaughtered most new mercenaries would retreat there to not waste money on a useless fight. Their hope was crushed but they didnGÇÖt know who was with them.
Grease GÇ£Ok get those armor repairers on me!GÇ¥
I jumped out into a swarm of enemies and began to attempt firing my assault rifle at them mowing them down like grass. Heavy troopers and light came at me in fury with Heavy machine guns and all manner of weapons. They killed me but I had taken 6 down before I fell. Anarchide ran to my incapacited body and stuck a nanite injector into my right hip as Doomtree broke from cover and laid down cover fire. Immediately I was revived adrenalin surged as my aggression inhibitors were hitting their limit I calmed and fell into a state of calm. Again and again we rinsed and repeated.
Doomtree GÇ£Grease! This is insane! They are beating the hell out of us! We canGÇÖt keep this up!GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£We are not going to lose! CUSTER GET THE BOMBS READY WE NEED A STRIKE DANGER CLOSE NOW!GÇ¥
Custer GÇ£Roger hold 20 seconds till inbound.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Roger standby Doom when It comes set up a base inside the lip of the hangar.GÇ¥
As the friendly forces saw three taking down countless it was enough motivation for them to move in to assist. Heavy machine gunners and assault classes began to trickle to the front.
Custer GÇ£Ready for drop! Select Latitude Longitude.GÇ¥
Grease GǣGetting to coverGǪ Send it!Gǥ
The sky split, an eerie hum loomed and lasers ripped the ground to shreds. A massive cloud of dust flew up and we moved in. Reeling from the impossible comeback happening before their eyes the enemy tried to fortify adjacent to our position but were met by my gun. It was so bad they saw me and began to turn and run as I pursued them. The smell of fear filled the air and I hunted. Then as a new stalemate was reached I heard some good news.
Custer GÇ£Got her loaded up!GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£They are bunched up at a landing pad to the west hit it.GÇ¥
The drop was excellent reinforcements were not coming for them. I had been pinned down under the northeast corner of the hangar. I had a high-ground advantage and some reinforced guard rails to take cover behind. As the orbital strike fell and kicked up a cloud of smoke and debris I charged. Doomtree had been holding their attention as I used the confusion to attack. I cooked a core locus grenade and jumped into the midst of the enemy front. I cooked a grenade and tossed it right in between the only soldiers left. It damaged them but didnGÇÖt finish them. I jumped over a Heavy Machine gunner and gunned down a Gallente assault to his left. I could hear the wind of his machine gun spinning around to kill me. I looked towards the west and locked eyes with a Minmatar assault. He was aiming down sites at me and couldnGÇÖt have won but at least would have hurt me. He dropped his gun and ran away from me altogether. Knowing the Heavy behind me was slow I just dropped a grenade at his feet and pursued the Minmatar. I had written have a nice day on the grenade and wondered if he saw it. As I chased the remnant down I heard the explosion and the machine gun fire stopped. I was in hot pursuit of the Minmatar but he was more gifted in speed than I. So I decided to give him a chance. I turned my back to see if he would check for a chance to kill me. As I looked back at our forces I was hit with a few rounds from my 3 oGÇÖclock. This is what mercenaries sometimes called the dance of death. I began to use strafing patterns short and long to through off his aim. He couldnGÇÖt handle his assault rifle well enough and I gunned him down as he attempted to mirror my movements.
I have no mercy. 55 and 15 my first battle on the ground. They wouldGÇÖve won by MCC destruction had we not killed them all. Just 3 stood before impossible odds and turned the tides of battle.
Doomtree GÇ£I canGÇÖt believe that just happened. What was that?GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£IGÇÖm covered in blood.GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:46:00 -
[19] - Quote
This means War.
Ninja pirate robot zombie invited me to a secure network called GÇ£**** Eon.GÇ¥ However I was a part of Eon. I had researched our rise to power and tactics we used to remain so. I knew we were dirty backroom deals and unofficial payments were running rampant for the sake of pride and greed. Cubs had been taking over planets for other independent corporations and going back days later after the new settlers had landed. He would wipe them out for another higher bidder. His comments on the situation were GÇ£They are mercenaries and that is that.GÇ¥ My sense of loyalty was there but I would not be loyal to a group who was loyal only to money. I had heard of a new group coming to war. They were claiming to be ready and that they had no intention of letting the oppression of Eon go on any longer. Their main forces held the title of internal error. Special forces were a mysterious ghost collection known as the Ancient Exiles. I had an idea of what to do but the decision laid with Radar as to where I would go. 0uter.Heaven was a group of chaos. They had in all days passed been the start of almost all major wars. Defeated by Teamplayers they were the indentured servants of Eon. We had been fighting our own because we werenGÇÖt allowed to fight anyone else. Sver Trueblood had become resentful after a string of successful attacks on our part. They petitioned the alliance siting us for invading their homeworld and that Radar was a lunatic ruffling the feathers of SverGÇÖs chain of command. In the GÇ£**** EonGÇ¥ channel I saw the countdown timer coming ever closer. One way or another now I would have to make the call. The following day 0uter.Heaven lost a battle against Sver Trueblood. Pelognis was their sniper and I had to put him down a few times. I noticed he was using a Gallente logistics suit to snipe with. I didnGÇÖt understand that logic too well. We lost by so little it was laughable but truly a good fight. However, RadarGÇÖs frustration reached its limits that day. He berated Reiselia in our typical post battle review.
Radar GÇ£Reis you know you canGÇÖt come down from the high ground no matter what! We need you up there!GÇ¥
Reiselia GÇ£No one was hacking Radar! We lost because we have killers! They donGÇÖt care about doing that stuff and I had to do it! It was close because I hesitated! ThatGÇÖs why I came down to do it!GÇ¥
Furious Radar left the brief while Reiselia was on the verge of tears.
Grease GÇ£Sometimes you have to make a tough call. I agree with what you did at least you tried. Our problem is no one will move without RadarGÇÖs approval. ItGÇÖs making us slow to react.GÇ¥
Reiselia GÇ£I know but he wonGÇÖt listen!
Grease GÇ£Why donGÇÖt you leave the corporation?GÇ¥
Reiselia GÇ£IGÇÖve put so much into this corporation I just canGÇÖt.GÇ¥
Hearing those words changed me. I was now sure I was ready to leave 0uter.Heaven.
The Meeting
Priority mail grabbed my attention. A corporation meeting was called. The subject at hand was whether to stay or not with Eon alliance. I decided to stay awhile longer to hear the words of our members. The most memorable speech was from Djinn Rampage.
Djinn Rampage GÇ£I want this. WE should all want this! We were beaten and dragged through the streets by Teamplayers. Instead of fighting on we joined them like dogs. We should fight for our independence! We should liberate the system of Molden Heath!GÇ¥ I was consumed with enthusiasm. It was a very well said point. Reiselia wanted her turn.
Reiselia GÇ£I believe we should stay with Eon. We love to fight and thatGÇÖs what makes us great. We canGÇÖt beat them. We were absolutely destroyed and everyone left us high and dry. Teamplayers was there for us and showed us mercy even after we were beaten. I wonGÇÖt leave them.GÇ¥
Moved again I understood but I wasnGÇÖt a factor anymore.
Radar GÇ£We will vote cast your ballets and I will tell you the results.GÇ¥
With that I knew Radar would lead his people to chaos. I felt he would abandon us in our time of need. He was a bull in a china shop. I wished Reiselia, Rexero, Nicholas and so many others the best as I broke ranks. I knew one day I would face Radar and I knew it would not be pretty.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
488
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:47:00 -
[20] - Quote
Lost and Found
I had made a few more friends and spent a lot of time fighting for independent salvage operations, running security, and assault teams around the system. A tanker friend of mine demanded I join him. His name was Djinn AcEmoney. I met him after watching him decimate a production facility at planet Osvatur 2. A whole fireteam filled with anti-vehicle weapons assaulted his tank from the rear. His gears began to grind as I watched him try and figure out what to do next. I then heard an incredible high pitch and whine as his treads were reversing. He ran over two of his attackers and pitched his turret to the left. As he altered the position of the tankGÇÖs front, he began to unload on the squad. I was way outside of the battle on a mountain watching in awe. GÇ£This guy is going to make it!GÇ¥ I thought and I actually got on my feet and said GÇ£Come on!GÇ¥ As he moved away he caught an LAV rigged with remote explosives right on the nose and it exploded out of range to be of any use. His tank was smoking from swarm launcher rockets. As he moved out of the action I watched his tank glowing. He activated his armor hardener and armor repairing modules as he drove out of sight into cover. I thought GÇ£I wonder if he is laughing right now?GÇ¥ I could hear his turret shooting blotting out mercenaries left and right. After a solid victory I messaged him and asked if he was laughing. Djinn AcEmoney GÇ£Hard as hell Bra!GÇ¥
He invited me to join Internal Rebellion. Lead by Psychotic Shooter they were the remnants of Internal Error. It was explained to me that Internal Error had merged with the Ancient Exiles. I liked the people so I decided this would be my new home. It felt good being a part of a growing family. There I met Stoop ED1, Recon by fire, Mortedeamor and EMBlackout. Psychotic had recruited an excellent group of talented mercs. Together we were an incredible team.
First Impressions
Psychotic and I teamed up one day early in the morning to see how our chemistry was. Psychotic had a British accent and was a bit rough around the edges but I like character and he had it. He would react to the enemy with harsh language. Before we landed to execute our contract I gave him a quick rundown of my skill-set.
Grease GÇ£I am a true sniper. I give detailed information on enemy movement and deny avenues to critical points. I am a good squad leader and understand the flow of battle very well.GÇ¥
Psychotic GÇ£What I hear sounds good take squad leader. I am a tanker and what I need is information on armor. Kill all anti-vehicle infantry you see and we will be successful.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Roger.GÇ¥
We made small talk as the ship decelerated. I felt enthusiastic as I lept from the bomb-bay doors. Known as GÇ£The ringsGÇ¥ this facility layout was military in nature. Heavy concrete walls protected a massive anti-ship rail gun. Outside of the compound, which was located in the west, were three null canons. The canons were set up one close to our ship, another on the bridge, and a third near the enemyGÇÖs ship. The whole of our force made way to the South. I sprinted toward the city. I noticed a massive Caldari warship in the distance. She was a Titan Class that had been shot down roughly 150 kilometers away. She was even larger than the planets biggest mountain. The blaze coming off her was like watching a volcano bellowing smoke and gas. I wondered how much life was lost on that enormous warship. Staying low and using cover I climbed a ladder to get to some well covered high ground. The enemy force didnGÇÖt seem to want to fight close quarters. They pushed across the outside three points, which left only one of our forces to hack two free stations. When I checked for incoming armor I saw her. She was a shield tank. I glimpsed the tracks and model by sheer luck. Called Sica they were Caldari technology. Fast and maneuverable, but a militia type tank she never had a chance against PsychoticGÇÖs Madrugar. Even so I made the call.
Grease GÇ£Psychotic youGÇÖve got a shield tank swinging north from the enemy MCC. Stay in cover at home point. I think sheGÇÖs going for the bridge.GÇ¥
Psychotic Shooter GÇ£Ok Grease just let me know when to go for her.GÇ¥
10 seconds passed as Psychotic set his finger on the fuel injector.
Grease GÇ£Ok sheGÇÖs coming to the bridge. Her six is the South side.GÇ¥
Psychotic didnGÇÖt say a word but I could hear the wailing of his turbine from the high octane fuel pouring into the engine. His treads threw all manner of debris shredding the ground to pieces as he made way. I watched over him as he activated his blaster damage amplifier. His blaster turret opened fire. Within 5 seconds the tank exploded and a huge plume of smoke and debris rose from the dead frame. Like a fire breathing dragon making all manner of commotion PsychoticGÇÖs tanking is some of the best.
Grease GÇ£Psychotic they have a major push coming from that bridge youGÇÖre on. Drive through the smoke and you will catch them off guard.GÇ¥
He drove through the smoke and words cannot describe the devastation. As the clone warriors began to come through the mobile up-link they all carried swarm launchers to even the odds.
Grease GÇ£Heavy anti-vehicle on the bridge GO! GO! GO! New Rail tank and armor get to cover and swing wide South for a surprise attack! IGÇÖll take out the infantry.GÇ¥ As he did what I asked he got away safely. The bridge had 10 sets of 4 swarms or 40 missiles locked on to his tank. He took a few hits but made it to cover in time. Psychotic began to speak as I gave the enemy force some brain food.
Psychotic Shooter GÇ£Wow Grease! You ever done FC?GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£No what is that?GÇ¥
Psychotic Shooter GÇ£I want you to be my field commander for planetary conquest. Those calls were perfect! It was like Holy SH*T I canGÇÖt believe I made it out! You remind me of a chap I used to play with back in the day. CEO Pyrex was his name. Good work!GÇ¥
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:48:00 -
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As I eased on the trigger I downed 5 in rapid succession and was feeling pretty good about it. I turned to face south again to check the enemy tanks position and it was out of my sight.
Grease GÇ£Psychotic keep heading south. The enemy tank is either going to be to your left as you reach the next city gate or it is already on your six. Keep your counter-clockwise rotation if you donGÇÖt see him.GÇ¥
Psychotic Shooter GÇ£Alright GreaseGǪ. AH HA just like you said heGÇÖs to my left!GÇ¥
I never saw Psychotic engage the other tank. I just heard an all too familiar thunder. As the sounds subsided I heard nothing but laughter followed by a comment GÇ£Cheeky bastard.GÇ¥ The enemy force had forgotten all about Psychotic as he pushed right back into the bridge and there wasnGÇÖt a thing they could do to stop him. All the infantry that had anti-vehicle weapons switched back to their assault rifles, laser rifles, and scrambler rifles. Psychotic opened fire and blood ran like a river down the edges of the bridge. It was just chaos and idiocy at this point but they kept coming. Psychotic laughed some more as he said GÇ£You know I rather like the smell of clone bodies burning to a crisp!GÇ¥ As he said that I received a transmission from our bomber of the day Harlequinn.
Harlequinn GÇ£All righty orbital strike is on standby.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Roger. Psychotic they are gearing up to take you down. Do as much damage as you can then hit that fuel injector. IGÇÖll wipe out the leftovers.GÇ¥
Psychotic GÇ£IGÇÖm going! Drop the bombs they are hitting me hard!GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Harlequinn strike point alpha. Psychotic hide yourself for two minutes. Give them enough time to doubt you are still around then bust them up.GÇ¥
As the beams of light fell that same tanker was trying to pursue Psychotic and ended up right in the middle of the strike. It was almost funny at how unlucky he was. As the bending of light gave way to peace the enemy was broken. I beheld the glory of clone bodies raining off the edges of the bridge. I could feel my aggression inhibitors kick in. I calmed down enough to recon the area for Psychotic. My radar began to pick up enemies inside the city gates but it was already too late. I watched Psychotic go in to rack up some last minute kills. He picked off stragglers by doing a clock-wise patrol around the burn zone. PsychoticGÇÖs last words before the enemy MCC exploded were GÇ£You know Grease this was beautiful. My old friend used to be here.GÇ¥ But was it beautiful? Why did he say used to be here?
Grease GÇ£What happened to him?GÇ¥
Psychotic Shooter with sadness in his voice GÇ£One day he just stopped showing up, I read in a message bulletin that he had committed suicide in a public area.GÇ¥
I felt his pain knowing that this life seemed terrifying and unrewarding. Something I knew that I didnGÇÖt say came to me. I live so that His glory would be reflected in me. We wrapped up an amazing battle and for 17 hours neither of us died going in battle after battle. That day we were unstoppable.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
490
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:50:00 -
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War the battle of Eon!
Under CONSTRUCTION READER HELP REQUESTED
Bad Company
The war had left me homeless and alone. I was battling day in and day out for months. I had finished my Ultimate suit. The prototype Gallente Logistics or GK.0 dropsuit had different applications. I saw its potential and began to use it in both close quarters combat and as a sniper. I remembered from the battles on Sver Prime that Pelognis was using that suit and decided to try it for myself. It was slightly tougher but to a sniper I thought it was useless. However, it was a monster of an assault suit. I geared up and tested it out in the facility known as the GÇ£Meat grinder.GÇ¥ It was a Gallente research facility all close quarters there was no way in but through each other. I noticed the other side had a full squad of GÇ£Nyain SanGÇ¥ or GÇ£Cat MenGÇ¥ translated to English. I knew them from several ambushGÇÖs that took place on Manas Peak. They were as rich and powerful as it gets. Lead by Ten80Black this was going to be one costly fight. I knew I would have to move quick to give our force a fighting chance. I called in a dropship and set up-links on some high-ground so that they couldnGÇÖt stop the flow of troops. I had equipped remote explosives, an Active scanner, Wyrokomi nano-hives, and my only primary weapon the prototype Duvolle assault rifle. Luckily I was there in time to set up a defensible choke point. I had a feeling they wouldnGÇÖt try for anything but an all in push. I had seen them attack like that many times. It was their speed that killed. I took cover behind a corner knowing that unfortunately for my sake none of the rest of the common mercenaries even knew what was coming. Hope appeared in the form of a prototype Gallente scout codenamed GÇ£Roner GeneralGÇ¥ written in blood red down his left shoulder. I wondered if we could handle what would come next. I let the first of the attackers run past me and nodded to Roner. He cloaked and put a shotgun to the head of the enemy GÇ£Boom!GÇ¥ The sound of the shotgun let them know we were there. I came out from cover and held the line. Eight soldiers were looking down a hallway right at me so I jumped back into cover. That had bought enough time for me to get a plan together. I could hear a Heavy suit plodding into the doorway. My only choice was to throw a remote explosive at his feet and blow him away. I tossed it down and switched back to my assault rifle and drew him in by acting weak. I fired a burst of plasma rounds and swung to the other side of the doorway. I could tell by the sound of his pace he was confident. As the rate of speed was constant I counted GÇ£3GǪ2GǪ.1GǪGÇ¥ I hit the detonator and looked in the direction of the doorway. I had killed what appeared to be 5 bodies trying to breach the room. I needed to look back down the hallway to see what was left. I looked and there were two dead bodies with shotgun wounds. I saw light bending as Roner held the corner. He was trapped in a confined space and I wondered if he would make it back out. I pulled out my scanner and made a 360 degree sweep. Ten new and angry prototype suits were about to pour out of that hallway. I laid down covering fire and strafed left and right into the armor repairing nano-hives I had set up. Finally after the third body I had to reload and take cover. I looked back towards our entrance side and at last our troops started pouring in. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was at its maximum as I knew they had enough of me. Breaking cover to rally behind our forces a wall of gunfire and grenades brought me down. As I lie there near-death I saw RonerGÇÖs foot flash by my face. He must have snuck past them. He was going in for a head on charge. A friendly logistic came to my aid and injected my suit with nanites. I jumped, as life began to enter my perishing body. I stood in my armor repairing nanohives and heard RonerGÇÖs Shotgun going off at maximum rate of fire. As soon as I was able, I hopped back out of cover and drew fire. Roner was obviously not afraid of what was on the other side. He had them friendly firing each other as he used each of his victims as a meat shield. Finally in the biggest screw you I ever saw he pulled out a core locus grenade and took out 4 attackers while sacrificing himself. I thought GÇ£This guy is a maniac.GÇ¥ 10 orbital strikes dropped that battle. We cloned them out and I went 58-17 kills to deaths. I had never seen as many dead bodies burnt, shot, and liquefied. It was such a good fight that the CEO of GÇ£Nyain SanGÇ¥ private messaged me just to say that he was amazed. We had won but at a heavy cost to both sides. I said thank you as I was curious who this GÇ£Roner GeneralGÇ¥ belonged to. Low and behold he was an Ancient Exile. Now they had my attention.
The audition
I found a posting on a recruitment forum titled Ancient Exiles. They were looking for a sniper and the post had been written by none other than Djinn Rampage. This had to be fate I thought. Unfortunately the age of the sniper was washing away. Installation layouts had changed. Homepoints were now underground. This was a tryout for a job that had become obsolete. My indoctrination was a field test. Djinn Rampage and Kalante Schiffer were to assess my talent as a sniper.
Djinn Rampage GÇ£You can choose the contract. I know you snipers like Domination or Skirmish battles.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£We can do any you like.GÇ¥
Djinn Rampage GÇ£You would do an ambush as a sniper?GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£Yes I donGÇÖt mind.GÇ¥
Djinn Rampage GÇ£Hmmm ambushes are terrible for snipers. You have no chance if we get caught in close quarters.GÇ¥
Grease GÇ£I know how to handle any situation.GÇ¥
Djinn Rampage GÇ£Ha! Ok itGÇÖs your funeral.GÇ¥
As I selected an ambush I grabbed my heavily armored prototype logistics suit. I had no room for a sidearm so if we got caught in a bad drop I was useless. As we Halo dropped onto the planet I had enough time to assess the lay of the land. Djinn Rampage and Kalante were hard to keep up with.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
490
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:51:00 -
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. I straddled the outskirts of the burnzone and got 6 kills no deaths running and gunning at the flanks.
Djinn Rampage GÇ£So you went 6-0 in an ambush on foot snipingGǪ.. I havenGÇÖt ever seen that. LetGÇÖs take you into a skirmish contract and see how you do.GÇ¥
As we loaded into our clones I was very happy to see we were assaulting the Emerald city. I was very familiar with this area. That battle I killed 27 no deaths. I took my aggress
Reckoning
Emergency signals were coming in from every nation. The artists of the world cried out in various ways calling someone. But not saying the one thing they mean to have said. It is His name. I can see the great shadow of his coming. It is I, the one whom would be sent before you at the end of an age. I wish I could tell you my name, brother. It is etched on the pillar of heaven letter by letter time draws short. I heard the voice cry from afar, and through time. When will your mighty judgment fall on this world? It kicks in my head as if it were meant for me. I cannot rescue you from the oppressor. By His authority this world will fall. I love you so much and I have been awakened for you my love. I am the white horse adorned in armor. I know not where I go but only that victory will follow. I am steadied and hands are firmly upon me holding me. I will carry him into the final battle. As I share this with you so too will he loosen my reigns for you are of me and I you. As my pace quickens and His living truth fills the world you will hear the sounds of battle cry in the night. Today my brother, it is today that I ride.
The Landing
ShipGÇÖs coordinates set I hurdled through space in all haste. As it was I had an important task to now perform. As a human being I am imperfect and gathering strength to do battle against the forces I had witnessed. I come with a message to restore glory and was told to write the things I had witnessed so that others could hear what I had heard. My ship broke the atmosphere and decelerated into hover mode as I dawn my armor and prepare myself for the trials to come, I jumped. Low orbit drop I could hear a song play to me. GÇ£Grease is the WordGÇ¥. Falling back to earth I came to be among my brothers and sisters.
As Grease jumps to the earth his landing is softened by his inertia dampener. He lands just off of the coast of a nearby city in shallow water. Steam rising from his armor his eyes glow with eerie red fire. His first step onto land with one foot in the water and one on the land he pauses and raises his right hand. In a moment of truth for what is to come he lets out a shout GÇ£Holy is the Lamb!GÇ¥ in his raspy robotic voice. In that moment electricity Ionizing the clouds and lightening could be seen across the whole of the world. Thunder boomed seven times and the people of the world marveled at it and were in terror. His stance uncompromising built for war eternal, a voice comes over the Coms channel one he knew all too well. GÇ£What will you do?GÇ¥ In terror and with great satisfaction Grease replied, GÇ£Your will be done.GÇ¥ To end it properly as it all started. I came back to war against those who are lost so that his glory may be as it always was. As it began so too shall it end for me as I declare His name. He follows closely after me. Look to the clouds my brother. He comes for us all. Many will raise up in these days a forgotten people are to be restored and drive evil from the land. We are prisoners locked in our minds and hearts until the kingdom comes. Be ready, the master comes. Leaders prepare yourselves he will through your nation into chaos. He comes with vengeance and to restore those you have murdered so that they shall stand beside you. Cast your crown at his feet or be forgotten.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
490
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Posted - 2014.11.01 17:52:00 -
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The Most Amazing Dream
I was lying close to a campfire in the cold snowy ground. The night was bright full moon shining above the tree-line. I knew there were people around me from my peripheral vision. I was buried in the snow from my feet up to my chest. The fire sat at my feet close enough to burn me if I hadnGÇÖt been wrapped in a blanket of snow. Not knowing more than that I simply continued to pack on more snow as it melted away. No one said a word as we watched the fire dance in the night. As quickly as a person would the fireGÇÖs heat became too much and I popped up like a bolt of lightning. I found it funny I would even attempt such a thing. The fire cast my shadow perfectly against the trees. Since I was in a joking mood I stuck my hands out and made a shadow puppet of a buck. I screamed GÇ£check it out! ItGÇÖs a deer!GÇ¥ Laughter erupted and Steve popped up with a big smile. He looked into my eyes and in his best English accent said GÇ£Good one my son!GÇ¥ As we enjoyed the moment, a loud bell as if a church bell started ringing in the background. GÇ£WhatGÇÖs a bell doing ringing at this hour?GÇ¥ I turn to see the area. As I pan my vision towards the sound someone shouts GÇ£ItGÇÖs the end of the WORLD!GÇ¥ the tone of voice was dead serious. IGÇÖm still turning my head when across the sky a ship glides toward the sound. Blue lights dancing around itsGÇÖ elongated center moments later a second with red lights. When I looked at the moon a great roar of wind could be heard behind me. As it intensified so did the moonGÇÖs color drift to blood red. As if nature had forgotten everything the sun rose to meet the sky. Sheer panic of what was to follow set in. Seeing all this I was terrified beyond words, as the sun dimmed greatly. All the while the roar of the wind was coming to a peak and I knew time was short! As if the world had blackened away all at once, the ground began to become more distant. The force of the wind took me straight upward and did not rip me to pieces as I assumed that terrible sound would do. I saw my people beneath me as I was torn off the face of the earth. There was a longing in their face. Nothing real or fictional could ever match the absolute terror. As every human being IGÇÖve ever known would I searched to escape. But I didnGÇÖt, I couldnGÇÖt, then I wouldnGÇÖt. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I said...
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.01 19:41:00 -
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TRULY ELITE wrote:Amazing stuff. Do you plan on continuing it? I know Molden Heath is a bit of stalemate right now until we wait for CCP to give districts a meaningful purpose. I noticed one player in particular who I do know, Harlequin, if you ever want to squad up with him he is in WarRavens, I know he was the OB pilot for the 0800 timer vs Murphys.
Yes I still have to write my part in the proficiency 5 vs renegade war. It ends shortly after that. For me it was a good note to end the book. With 1.9 having some very serious improvements I am feeling a bit less ashamed of taking time out of my life to do this.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.04 16:18:00 -
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I still need EON war information if anyone has time to spare It can be told through your eyes be it Renegade or EON
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.10 22:17:00 -
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Super Sniper95 wrote:You really like to write dont you?
The actual purpose of the book is to help out my brother. He is in jail and I feel like the story of my career and the things that have happened in dust would be entertaining and enlightening.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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Grease Spillett
Bloodline Rebellion
Capital Punishment.
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Posted - 2014.11.17 05:34:00 -
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No I have to mail this to him but I would like more support.
Next time you see me, bring more friends.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM5hM5LdDw
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