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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2015.02.10 00:54:00 -
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(( Settings and the plot are here))
Quote:'hya'salia has suffered massive damage to her spine, her nervous system has ...'
'Open fire lads, open fire!! Issac, the lass is badly wounded, cuttin down the myron to size, but it'll take a while until we can find the meat, sah'
' shhh... stay with me little hya'salia, your almost there...'
'will she be able to walk until her clones are finished grow-'
'do whatever you can to extract those survivors, the se'terra is nearing the e-'
'no... as of right now; she's dead wei-'
'open your eyes hya'salia....'
'...my litle girl'
'OPEN YOUR EYES!!!'
Hya'salia awoke screaming, sitting upright on a white cot. her breathing was labored, and her whole body was shaking, most likely from the aftereffects of pure adrenaline pumped into her system for almost several hours straight. normally this , as well as pain receptors were numbed in combat clones, making recovery faster, battle ready. but in leisure clones, it takes a tremendous amount of effort and time to recover from such outbursts.
'..wh-where...am i?' she asked herself, looking around her cot, absorbing her surroundings. the architecture was definately minmatar by design. a series of beds and monitoring equipment line two opposite sides of the room she was in, her bed was closest to a giant pane of glass, on the opposite side, a group of people were standing over a large table. the steady beeping of the monitors and the whirring of various tools and instruments brought what little noise into the empty, and disturbingly silent room she was in.
suddenly she remembered.
"The se'terra's medical ward" she said aloud. one figure who was standing among the group of doctors was dressed vastly different from the others. the man wore a formal amarrian tunic, equipped with a red sash over his waist and abdomen. his features, sharp by military habit had a look of worry and sadness as he walked over to Hya'salia.
without saying a word, the man pulled up a chair and sat next to hya'salia and for a minute or so the two did not speak to one another, only the ambient sounds from afar seemed to fill the room.
"w-where are we?" Hya'salia asked, breaking the silence between the two of them. Issac simply looked on towards her, displaying a look of worry she had not seem in a long time. then he took a deep breath and pulled out a small holo-pad. pressing on, it showed a complete map of new eden. he pointed to a group of stars north of the map and zoomed in.
"Vale of the silent" Issac replied.
"how long have... i been out?"
"2 days now, if we were to count the time spent riping the myron apar-"
"Wait." Hya'salia quipped, off guard by the previous answer issac said. 'Two days??' she thought, as her mind rushed to fill her in on the events prior to the crash.
the pub, Buelle, the soldier who looked at her before he charged into his inevitable death.
the sadness that overwhelmed her as she tried to escape.......
from them.
then hya'salia began to move, trying to get herself off of the bed, but she was met with a hand to her face. Issac placed his other hand against hya'salia's chest and forced her back to her bed.
"dont, Hya'salia" Issac said. but she simply scowled at him. she knocked off his hand and tried again.
"what do you mean 'Dont', issac i need to g-" Hya'salia was cut off when all of a sudden her legs gave way as soon as she put her weight on top of them. Issac reacted to this, straining to keep her from meeting with the cold metal floors, and after some effort placing her back on the bed.
but she was wide-eyed, her mouth opening and closing with a slight opening. as Issac gently lifted her legs back into the covers, she tried to move her foot, then her toes, then her legs as a whole. she tried to thrash them about, put them in motion and make them move....
but she couldn't.
Without saying a word, Issac hugged hya'salia as she slowly broke down in tears. the sudden realization coming to her head as Issac turned his head and asked for a nurse to bring her a wheelchair. then, he laid hya'salia down on the bed and stroked her forehead once.
it was all he could do.
as he placed the covers over her lower body, hya'salia began to drift in and out of consciousness again, her body wrought with fatigue, began to weight heavy against her, eventually she began to sleep, tears still coming out of her eyes.
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2869
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Posted - 2015.02.10 01:30:00 -
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"Poor girl." Raven mumbled looking on at Hya'salia from outside of her vision. "If only I could have found a way to prevent this."
"Watching the females now?" The figure asked.
"Blaming myself is a much more appropriate answer." Raven answered. "I'd ask why you are here, but I doubt even you could answer that. Pleased to see a familiar face around here, Riroji."
"You'd be right." Riroji replied.
"Doesn't make fucking sense, she is crippled, but I am perfectly fine."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
62
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Posted - 2015.02.10 02:32:00 -
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Thal sat across the medical ward from Junko. He was sitting upright, but was still unable to stand. His usual black robes were bloodstained and the armor he wore underneath was damaged. He looked to his side and was thankful to see his old Nova-Sword hanging off the bed's edge.
Thal laid back and wenced slightly as he felt the Nantes repairing his body. He rembered it all. The death of his squad, the loss of Jonny...it was all so much to take. He knew they were runing. He didn't know where, but he knew they were going fast.
His hand slowly reached up to his neck and he sighed with relief as he felt the chain around his neck holding up his engagement ring. He was so afraid she was gone. Her golden eyes and dark brown hair. He wished he could talk to her, or just see her...one last time before the end. Her words "I love you Thal, and I always will" echoed in his mind. Tears started to form, but he surpressed them. The Immortals still alive....they were his new family, and he would protect them like a mad dog. Race no longer mattered. They were all mercenaries, and they would need to stand as one if the hoped to survive this.
He would offer them his knowledge of battle, and skill at leadership.
But would they be able to stand against the Shadow Warriors?
Thal slowly took a stand and put the sword back on his belt. He felt like he had an arm back after having it lost for years. He slowly walked towards the med bay doors before looking at Junko...He would help her make it through...He trusted her.
He exited the med bay and walked down the hall, pulling his hood up.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2870
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Posted - 2015.02.10 02:51:00 -
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"Amarrian!" He turned to see it was Thal that passed him. "Thal, you still remember me? Hya'salia? Steele, Johnny, and Jester? What had happened?" He asked question after question before he saw an engagement ring around Thal's neck and was overtaken by sorrow, anger, and memories. "You... have a family? Are they still alive?" His tone softened and audibly shaken as tears were in his eyes, though being kept from falling.
'I miss them so much...' He thought, crushed by the memories of his family, and their lifeless bodies.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
64
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Posted - 2015.02.10 04:15:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:"Amarrian!" He turned to see it was Thal that passed him. "Thal, you still remember me? Hya'salia? Steele, Johnny, and Jester? What had happened?" He asked question after question before he saw an engagement ring around Thal's neck and was overtaken by sorrow, anger, and memories. "You... have a family? Are they still alive?" His tone softened and audibly shaken as tears were in his eyes, though being kept from falling.
'I miss them so much...' He thought, crushed by the memories of his family, and their lifeless bodies.
Thal kept walking
"You ask may questions boy. Yes I remembered the events that recently transpired and the companions I find myself fighting alongside. As to your second question..."
Thal sighed
"...I was engaged to be married before these events transpired. I don't know where she is, or if she is still alive...but the thought of her keeps me going."
Thal turned to the Caldari, his sword clanking on his armor
"What about you boy? Do you have anyone for you to go to should you survive?"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2873
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Posted - 2015.02.10 04:28:00 -
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Raven closed his eyes, two tears rolled down his cheeks. 'Weakness is what you are showing you fool.' Raven silently cursed himself.
"They... they were robbed from me long ago. Damn those Eagles." He mumbled the last few words. "I wish you the best of fortune when... if you return to your home." He opened his eyes. "I guess Riroji over there is the closest thing to family I will ever have again." He guesters to Riroji Vahtola approaching them.
"Riroji Vahtola, pleased to meet you, Thal." He offered his hand out. "You'll have to excuse Viktor, he gets a tad too emotional when his family is mentioned."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
65
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Posted - 2015.02.10 04:39:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Raven closed his eyes, two tears rolled down his cheeks. 'Weakness is what you are showing you fool.' Raven silently cursed himself.
"They... they were robbed from me long ago. Damn those Eagles." He mumbled the last few words. "I wish you the best of fortune when... if you return to your home." He opened his eyes. "I guess Riroji over there is the closest thing to family I will ever have again." He guesters to Riroji Vahtola approaching them.
"Riroji Vahtola, pleased to meet you, Thal." He offered his hand out. "You'll have to excuse Viktor, he gets a tad too emotional when his family is mentioned."
Thal shook the mans hand
"Pleased to meet you. It can be understandable...such loss as your friend has endured. However he must remain strong if he wishes to make it through this."
Thal turned to Viktor
"The would have wanted you to be brave."
Thal placed a hand on Viktor's shoulder
"Now...how about he go see what equipment they have for us"
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2874
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Posted - 2015.02.10 04:51:00 -
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"Well... I guess I could see if they have repaired my blades." He still kept his deep, raspy voice despite emotions clouding his head.
"Vengeance will come to you, Viktor, but first you must survive this." Riroji told his old ally.
"Yeah, I get it. How about we see what suits we might get to choose from. Perhaps there will be a Caldari Scout?" Viktor attempted to bounce back up from his abyssal feelings. "Oh, and Riroji fucking Vahtola. Been a long time."
"Will I ever be rid of that?" Riroji sighed out of annoyance.
"Probably in a few years." Viktor jested. "Now, I must see if Kayt and Flux are fixed." His eagerness to see his beloved knives was breaking through the sorrow with shining rays now.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
577
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Posted - 2015.02.10 08:11:00 -
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((Note: Italic names change point of view for my characters))
Jonny
Location: Jita
Jonny sat down staring at the smoke half burned in his hand. Across from him sat Slim, his former employer, a tall Caldari.
'So what you are telling me,' Jonny said while taking a drag on his smoke. 'Is that there is a group of super soldiers who are commiting mass genocide on clones?'
Slim nodded. 'Yes, and you died to protect your friends.'
Jonny hung his head. 'I failed at that too. So where do we go from here?'
Slim stood up and went to the station window. He stared out into the vast emptiness of space. 'We have to do what we can for them. Especially for Marcy.'
Jonny nodded. He would do anything for his daughter. 'So what's the plan?'
Slim smiled and began to explain his elaborate plan.
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
Marcy sat in her room dressed in all black. She hadn't eaten or slept in two days. This worried Cale. He knew she wasn't normally like this. She would be harassing him for being an Amarr.
She must be taking this lost harder than I thought, Cale thought.
He walked up to her. 'Are you alright?' he asked.
'I'm fine,' she replied sharply.
Outside their quarters, they heard the sounds of footsteps and the sight of an Amarrian and a Caldari walking to the armory.
'Come Cale, let us go arm ourselfs.' With that she stood up and walked out the door.
'As my mistress commands,' he replies following her. He noticed that she was clutching onto the photo of her father in her hand.
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
424
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Posted - 2015.02.11 09:46:00 -
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((PREPARING CREATIVE POSTAL MIXTURES!
PLEASE READY YOUR SENSORY ORIFICES FOR INPUT!))
I am ready to serve...
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Again...
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
587
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Posted - 2015.02.11 21:57:00 -
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Jonny
Location: Wolf Class Frigate - Dark Hunter
'Another!' Jonny shouted, holding up an empty beer bottle. He had been drinking since they left Jita.
The bartender sighed and grabbed another beer. 'You know,' he said, handing the beer to Jonny. 'You may need to stop drinking soon if Slim's plan is going to work.'
Jonny scowled at the bartender. 'You worry about the booze, I'll worry about the plan!' Jonny drank the entire bottle in one go.
'Another!'
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
Marcy and Cale were following the Caldari and the Amarrian. They seemed not to take notice of them.
'Mistress, may I ask you something?' Cale asked.
'You already did,' she replied, 'but I suspect you have another.'
Cale nodded. 'Your father, you didn't know him that well. In fact you told me he is a self-absorbed c*nt.'
'Hurry up and ask your question before I remove your tongue!'
'Why do you mourn his death?'
Marcy didn't reply. She wasn't sure herself.
As she was lost in thought, she accidently bumped into Hawk. The picture of her father fell from her hand.
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2881
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Posted - 2015.02.11 23:03:00 -
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Viktor did not realized he was being followed until he heard a voice, at that moment he kept up an act of not knowing. the female bumped into Hawk which resulted in an remark from Hawk and Raven spinning around. He soon noticed that the female had dropped something. Quickly, Raven grabbed it and handed it to the female while holding out his hand. "I guess this is your picture?" He looked down at it and saw a very familar face. "Johnny..." Raven muttered before shaking his head and giving the picture back to her. "I am Viktor, call me Raven if you so wish."
"Fooling around with the females." Riroji sighed "I thought you were a contract killer, or did the years soften you up?"
"You remind me too much of my father, I hated that drunk old man." Raven sneered at the comment before turning his attention to a slightly annoyed woman. "Ignore his words, a simple tease is what they are."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
589
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Posted - 2015.02.12 00:22:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Viktor did not realized he was being followed until he heard a voice, at that moment he kept up an act of not knowing. the female bumped into Hawk which resulted in an remark from Hawk and Raven spinning around. He soon noticed that the female had dropped something. Quickly, Raven grabbed it and handed it to the female while holding out his hand. "I guess this is your picture?" He looked down at it and saw a very familar face. "Johnny..." Raven muttered before shaking his head and giving the picture back to her. "I am Viktor, call me Raven if you so wish."
"Fooling around with the females." Riroji sighed "I thought you were a contract killer, or did the years soften you up?"
"You remind me too much of my father, I hated that drunk old man." Raven sneered at the comment before turning his attention to a slightly annoyed woman. "Ignore his words, a simple tease is what they are."
Marcy snatched the photo off Viktor and held it close. She frowned at him, slapped him across the cheek hard and pushed him back.
Staring at him, she said, 'I find it hard to believe my father would associate himself with a Caldari. Not after what they did to my grandmother.' She pushed past Viktor.
'Apologies,' said Cale. 'She has gone through a lot recently. I'm Cale by the way. My mistress is called Marcelene, though she prefers Marcy.'
'Cale, come,' Marcy shouted sharply.
Cale bowed to the three men, muttered a quick apology and hurried to catch up with Marcy.
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2881
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Posted - 2015.02.12 01:26:00 -
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The push hurt, the slap stung, but the comment cut deep. He followed her and Cale, no way was he going to let this story get by him, no way will he settle for the 'greeting' he received.
"Marcy!" He ran to catch up with her. "Can you wait up for half a second?"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
592
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Posted - 2015.02.12 01:56:00 -
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Jonny
Location: Dark Hunter
Now he had done it. He didn't know how, but he had done it. Somehow within the span of an hour he convinced the entire crew of the Dark Hunter to join him in a drinking game.
The small mess hall in the frigate was packed with Amarrians, Caldari, Gallenteans, and Matari, all drinking, shouting, and drinking (obviously).
In the center of all this, Jonny jumped onto a table and raised his beer. 'To our gracious and most generous employer! He may be a Statesmen, but he knows how to keep morale up!' After a couple hearty 'Hear Hear!' everyone downed their vessel.
Jonny looked across the room and saw the pilot drinking too. Now he had really done it.
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
Marcy heard Viktor shouting after her. She turned around and pushed him down.
'What do you want Statesman?' She said the last bit as an insult.
Cale felt sorry for Viktor and helped him to his feet. Marcy shot him a dirty look.
'Answer my question, or get the f*ck out of my face.'
Drink until you can't drink no more. Then grab another bottle and drink some more! - Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle.
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2881
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Posted - 2015.02.12 02:06:00 -
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"To say I am sorry to hear that something was done to your grandmother. I... had my family slain by the Black Eagles... my two daughters, my son, and my wife." He clenched his teeth at the last part. "I just wanted to say, I may be loyal to the State, but am in no way foes that make me a monster. Now can we stop with all the fucking hostility?" He turned to Cale for a second and thanked him before turning back to Marcy and awaited the answer.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
593
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Posted - 2015.02.12 02:20:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:"To say I am sorry to hear that something was done to your grandmother. I... had my family slain by the Black Eagles... my two daughters, my son, and my wife." He clenched his teeth at the last part. "I just wanted to say, I may be loyal to the State, but am in no way foes that make me a monster. Now can we stop with all the fucking hostility?" He turned to Cale for a second and thanked him before turning back to Marcy and awaited the answer.
Marcy was shocked at this revelation. Though she was raised amongst the Matari and was considered to be one, she still had Gallentean blood in her. Her father's blood. In a way, she felt responsible.
'I'm sorry for your loss,' she said quietly. Cale stared at her shocked, never had he heard her apologize for anything before.
'How did you know my father? I may hate the state, but from what I remember, his hated runs deeper than mine, though he his it well.'
Cale leaned against the wall of the hallway and took out a cigarette. He was interested in Viktor's answer. Jonny had vouched for him on several occasions when they were smuggling Matari together. In fact, Cale owed his life to Marcy's father.
I find your lack of heaviness... disturbing...
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2883
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Posted - 2015.02.12 03:00:00 -
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Viktor only nodded his head at her apology before smiling at her question. "Well..." He laughed a bit. "I do believe it was that night at the bar with him, the Amarrian assassin, Mac, and that strange Matari girl. How many clones did I lose again?" Viktor took in a sigh. "I probably knew him before from somewhere, but that is where I really remember him from."
"Ah, very fond of that night are you?" Riroji had sneaked up on the group.
"Yes, very much." Viktor replied before a question entered his mind. "Riroji, I mean no disrespect, but you're a Black Eagle defect, correct?"
"Yes, and I saw them kill your loved one, and no I did not attempt to stop them. This was before you ever ran into me, do remember." He calmly answered.
"Very well." Viktor's voice seemed to die at the end, and was noticeably weak at first.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
594
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Posted - 2015.02.12 03:49:00 -
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Jonny
Location: Dark Hunter
Jonny was a bit drunk, but it he remembered what happened clearly.
First, the warning siren sounded. Then a general quarters alarm. Then Jonny was called to the bridge.
'What's going on?' he asked, trying to stand.
The Captain, a portly Gallentean turned and said gravely, 'It's them. I don't know how but they found us. We need to evacuate you immediately.'
Jonny was shocked. 'What about the crew? Wouldn't they die?'
'It is a risk we all took when we agreed to this mission.'
Jonny looked to the crew on the bridge. All of them were armed in one way or another. All of them mortal, with the exception of the captain.
Jonny returned his gaze to the captain. 'I noticed there was a Sentinel Gk.0 and an HMG in the armoury. Tell them I'm on my way.'
'So, you will fight.'
'Until we evacuate most the crew.'
'And there's no changing your mind?'
'No.'
The captain sighed and then opened up communications to the armoury. 'Get Mr. Buelle's dropsuit and weapons ready, he stands with us.'
As Jonny left the bridge, he noticed the crew looking at him with new found respect.
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
Marcy smiled when Viktor told her about her father. It reminded her of being a young girl again, listening to him telling her stories of his exploits on the battlefield.
When Viktor's friend approached and told his story, her happiness turned to anger. She then spat in Riroji's face and punched him in the gut.
'You might as well of pulled the trigger,' she said coldly. Turning to Viktor she said, 'I am sorry that happened to you.'
Cale stood by Marcy, ready to defend her.
I find your lack of heaviness... disturbing...
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2883
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Posted - 2015.02.12 04:06:00 -
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Riroji got himself together quickly and readied himself to fight, but the three were pushed away from each other by Viktor.
"Violence and anger are to be used on our enemies, not ourselves." Viktor reminded them.
"Do tell that to the female you seem so fon..." Riroji was interrupted by a fist, Viktor's fist to be exact.
"Now I can't blame her. Get some sleep, don't be a dick when you wake." He turned to Marcy after Riroji got up and left. "He was a Black Eagle, and defected. He can't go back. Perhaps he helped kill my family, perhaps he ran that night, I do not know, and I sure as hell do not care right now." He took a moment to pause. "That aside, you will have to excuse me. I must see if Kayt is repaired by now."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
70
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Posted - 2015.02.12 04:19:00 -
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Thal listened quietly as he walked slightly ahead of everyone else. The girl was trouble, she only seemed to care for herself, which wasn't what Thal needed to get everyone out alive. For now, he would see how Viktor handled her.
Thal entered the armory and made his way to scrambler rifles. He picked one up and examined it. It was in fine working condition. He strapped the gun across his back and notices an Amarr commando suit. He would use it when the time came.
For now, he examined the other weapons, and occasionally giving Jonny's daughter and her Amarr friend a warning look
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
594
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Posted - 2015.02.12 06:25:00 -
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Jonny
Location: Dark Hunter
'Open fire!' shouted Jonny. The shadow warriors had breached the ship near the cargo hold, and they came in force.
They never stood a chance. The shadow warriors were kill 10 men to every one of them that fell.
This is hopeless, Jonny thought as he took cover to reload. Looking around he saw an Amarrian missing a leg being carried out of the fray.
'Fall back! Fall back to the bridge!' Jonny shouted as he fired back at the oncoming shadow warriors. The chaos that ensued in the retreat cost them more lives than it was meant to save.
On the bridge, Jonny looked around. Most the crew were either dead or dieing. The rest were wounded, including the captain.
'Jonny,' said the captain. 'We couldn't evacuate anyone. The ship is badly damage. The mission has failed, I am sorry my friend.'
Jonny wasn't paying attention to what he said. He was staring out the port window. 'Where are their forces?'
'Cargo hold, there are a few forwa-'
'Seal the hold and jettison the entire hold.'
The captain looked at him shocked. 'We still have men in there!'
'They are already dead! We need to save as many as we can. Jettison the hold and head there.' He pointed to a warmhole.
The captain was about to say something, but decided not to. Instead he walked over to the console and did as Jonny ordered.
Jonny removed his helmet as they headed for the wormhole. His hair was matted with sweat, his armour damaged and covered in blood. He removed a flask from his hip and had a drink.
I'm sorry, he thought as the damaged frigate entered the wormhole.
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
In the armoury, Marcy was trying to decide whether she wanted the assault combat rifle or the regular variant. Her nova knives were ever present.
Cale noticed the Amarr looking his way so he approached him. 'Greetings templar, my name is Cale,' he offered his hand for a handshake.
I find your lack of heaviness... disturbing...
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Issac Va'an
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
2
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Posted - 2015.02.12 07:11:00 -
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"Ishu-wa, i understand the concern you have for Hya'salia and the other refugees i've been harboring, i only wish to know what sort of -" Issac was cut off when one of the crew members walked up, one of the matari Load-masters, ma'lakin.
"Sah, i gone found a ruckus over by the armory, the little lass and her 'marrian Pet" he said, he slightly winced when he mentioned the amarrian, but Issac paid it no mind.
"Thank you, i was hoping marcelene and Cale would be willing to go out of their holdings...." Issac Nodded to the loadmaster and then turned to face the main holo-display.
"im sorry, Ishu-wa, but i've got other things to attend to, we meet in secondary rendevous point , over?"
"solid copy. good luck Sanctuary, Winds guide you "
without a second more to waste, Issac turned to the navigations officer and spoke in a low voice, in his native Amarrad.
"initiate Nij Paas" we make way towards the fountain reigon"
"yes sir.... and hya'salia? how is she doing" the nav officer asked.
".... she is going to be allright, her people are working on her as we speak." Issac replied. then he turned on his heel and made way towards the starboard-cargo bay.
as he walked through the corridors, he began to observe. the crew stopped and nodded to the captain, saying usual things like "Sir" "Cap" and so on, but Issac knew, like the rest of the clones in the portside C.B, the crew members knew the risks, yet they are working, Keeping the se'terra alive and well, making sure their jobs good and finished. most of them worked with hya'salia, and some worked with her father, years before hya'salia took the reins.
like her, Issac had earned their respect, a trait that, sadly, is a rare thing in new eden.
still he had a job to do, and in order to better determine the odds of success, he needed to speak with the immortals.
before he knew it he found himself in the armory, looking at the clone refugees overlooking the assortment weapons he manages to procure for future excursions.
"i've personally checked them all myself, although some may have their kinks, they will get the job done" he said unknowingly towards those in the armory. |
Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
428
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Posted - 2015.02.12 11:30:00 -
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Hawkeye watched the heated exchange between Viktor and Cale (and their minions), amused very highly by it. Cale seemed to be taking any excuse she could get at performing physical violence. The mistress was indeed a fiery one... And would need careful handling. He smirked to himself. Before following the amarrian into the armoury.
His eyes soon picked up the divine beauty of his Scrambler Pistol.
"Ah... The old Auger... Still here."
But something wasn't right... The took the weapon in his hands and soon discovered... It had been violated! Someone else had been tempering with it! He quickly began to open the weapon up, to his horror: all his shoddy solderwork and cross wirings had been replaced with... Factory built components!
He almost fainted at the terrible sight! He had had his hands blown off, vaporized, or burned countless times to perfect the fine tunings he had performed on it. Some foolish technician on the ship must have thought he was "helping", or "repairing" it. He sighed. Sooner or later, he would have to find a toolbox. He replaced the weapon on the rack.
I am ready to serve...
.
Again...
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
596
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Posted - 2015.02.12 21:20:00 -
[25] - Quote
Jonny
Location: Dark Hunter
Jonny sat at the bar. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a smoke in the other. He still wore his damaged, blood-stained armor. Usually he drank to pleasure, this time he was drinking our of sadness.
The Captain joined him in the bar, his head was bandaged and his arm was in a sling. He ordered a beer and sat by Jonny.
'You made a tough call today Jonny,' said the Captain.
Jonny grunted and drank some more whiskey. 'So where are we? I assume we exited the wormhole.'
The captain sighed. 'We don't know. The ship was badly damaged in the attack. The engines are gone and we had to reroute all the power to keep the med bay and life support running. I fear we may all die within a week if we don't get any help.'
Jonny hung his head. He had failed again. His attempts to protect others always seemed to fail. 'Is... Is the communications array still in working conditions.'
'Aye, but what of it?'
Jonny finished his bottle of whiskey. 'Seeing as we are going to die anyway, we may as well send out an encrypted distress signal. It may bring the shadow warriors down on us, but it's our only hope.'
The captain nodded. 'I thought you would say that, we have already sent the message. And if those assh*les turn up again, we will set the ship to self-destruct, kill all the f*ckers!'
Jonny smiled, 'Then we will go out in a blaze of glory.' Jonny raised his drink in a salute.
The captain returned the gesture.
I find your lack of heaviness... disturbing...
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
2891
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Posted - 2015.02.12 21:54:00 -
[26] - Quote
"Only Kayt?" Viktor asked after being informed his other knife had been destroyed in an attempt to repair it.
"Yes, we repaired the one with 'Kayt' engraved in the handle. The other didn't work out."
"I see. I will grab another weapon."
"We have a weapon that might have belonged to you, your friend called it 'Vengeance' if I heard correctly. He had placed a few others that he laid down over there." The man pointed to a table that had several weapons piled on top.
"Heh, yeah. Thank you." He walked over to the table. "Vengeance, Mercy, and Fear!" He happily exclaimed at the sight of his beloved firearms.
Viktor picked up his Magsec, which he had called Mercy, and his Assault Rail Rifle which he called Vengeance before turning to see what suits he would have to pick from.
"Scout Ck.0? Can this armoury be any better than it is now?"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
600
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Posted - 2015.02.13 08:31:00 -
[27] - Quote
Jonny
Location: Dark Hunter
The beer was the first to go. Mainly because Jonny kept drinking most of it, but also they needed the alchohol to sterilize some wounds.
Their medical supplies were dwindling, sickness and infections were common amongst the wounded. Those who stayed out of the fighting were attempting to make repairs, though most the engineers had perished in the fight and they lacked the necessary training and spare parts.
Jonny hadn't eaten since the fight, instead he kept handing his rations to those in the med bay, for which most were grateful. He spent most his time amongst the wounded.
'Don't worry, you will make it back to Mirkamurka,' he said to a Matari crew member. He was from the Sebiestor tribe and had lost his left leg and most his right arm in the fight.
The Matari mutter a thanks before falling asleep, never to wake up again.
Another mortal dies for my mistakes, Jonny thought.
He had enough of the med bay for the day and decided to walk around the damaged ship. He checked his neocom as he walked. He picked up on the distress signal:
Dark Hunter Distress Signal wrote:This is Jonny Buelle. Our ship the Dark Hunter has been badly damaged. We have many wounded and need assistance. Please find us. Please help us.
The message kept repeating.
Marcy and Cale
Location: Se'Terra
Marcy looked up at Issac as he spoke. She frowned at him and muttered, 'Damn gold sh*tting Amarrians are everywhere.'
'Last I checked,' said Cale walking back to Marcy after failing to gain Thal's attention. 'You like us gold sh*tting Amarrians.'
She slapped him, harder than she slapped Viktor. 'I tolerate them. You more than most.'
Cale smiled. She's starting to act like her old self again, he thought.
'Apologies,' he said to Issac, 'she and I are more than grateful for your assistance and hospitality. She just doesn't know how to express it properly.'
I find your lack of heaviness... disturbing...
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
71
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Posted - 2015.02.21 18:37:00 -
[28] - Quote
Thal ignored Cale, not because of not liking the man, but because he was focused. He swung the rifle over his shoulder and sighed. This young woman Cale traveled with was going to be a problem. Someone so self-centered had no plane in the team in Thal's eyes. His thoughts lingered on his love. He would probably never see her again, and this weighed on his soul. To never hear her voice, or see her smile again were almost worse prospects then death.
He snapped back to reality and approached Cale.
"Sorry man, I was deep in thought..." Thal extended a hand "Templar Thal Vadam, at your service."
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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sir RAVEN WING
Horizons' Edge
VP Gaming Alliance
3053
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Posted - 2015.02.28 00:59:00 -
[29] - Quote
Viktor could already see that the Thal showed distrust towards Marcy. 'This is be our undoing if we do not cure it.'
Viktor made his way towards Issac. "Greetings, I was wondering who was in charge here."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe
CCP Falcon has betrayed me... twice.
I will steal his hamsters!
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
73
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Posted - 2015.03.01 11:10:00 -
[30] - Quote
In a fit of terror Noah ripped himself from his dreams, or nightmares to be exact. The soldier tossed his feet out of bed and cradled his head in his arms as he sat on the side of the bed. Sweat and blood soaked his shirt and it took what little mental strength he had left to prevent a panic attack. As it was he could feel the blood rushing through his ears as his heart pounded against his ribs. The alarm on his neocom was quietly beeping, letting him know that his heart rate had exceeded 150. After several minutes of struggling his ragged breathing began to slow and his heart rate fell back into rhythm. Slowly Noah stood up, pain shooting through the left side of his torso. He had taken a bullet to the side. It was a clean wound, no major damage was done. Still he had refused medical treatment since he had boarded the Se'terra. He was a mess.
Gingerly he removed the soiled shirt, tossing it into a pile. He examined the dressing over his wound. It was soaked with blood. All the thrashing he was doing while sleeping must have reopened the wound. Noah grabbed a clean shirt and left the dark confines of his quarters.
Silently he walked through the halls, ignoring the crew members he passed along the way. His antisocial behavior had alienated him from the rest of the crew. Most of them had stopped even acknowledging him.
Quietly he slid into the medical bay. One of the workers offered to look at. His wound but Noah simply ignored her grabbing supplies as he made his way towards an empty bed. Tossing the supplies on the bed he moved in front of a mirror. His own reflection surprised him. What he was looking at was not a strong and powerful soldier, but a pale and frail looking man. He did not recognize his own reflection. He chalked up his appearance to a lack of sleep and loss of blood.
Carefully he pulled back the dressing to better inspect the wound. The stitches on his stomach had popped out. Thankfully the ones on his back remained intact. Quickly and a little carelessly he yanked the old sutures out reopening the wound. Quickly he sutured the wound closed. Every time he heard the tearing sound of a needle through his own flesh he winced in pain.
With the wound closed he cleaned himself up and applied new dressings to both sides. He slowly pulled his white shirt over his head and cleaned up his mess. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a few of the lab techs shaking their heads.
Over the last few days the only two places he had been were his quarters and the med ward. He had been spending most of his time fighting with his nightmares, and when he grew tired of struggling with his demons he would check up on Hy'salia. She was still sleeping but Noah had heard whispers throughout the ship about her condition. For some reason he felt responsible.
They said she had finally woken up, but when he arrived she was still sleeping. Quietly he sat down in the chair next to her bed. He leaned forward, elbows on thighs and hands clasped together. He stared intently at the floor, almost as if he stared hard enough he could wake up from this nightmare too.
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