Maximus Mobius
Fatal Absolution
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Posted - 2015.05.04 00:24:00 -
[1] - Quote
I was sitting in a lounge somewhere in the warbarge. Couldn't for the life of me remember where...I guess that quafe whiskey shake was a bit too strong for my liking. I was hired by Kinsho Swords to fight off a Guristas invasion on one of their key planetside districts. Acted as a refueling station and a Cargo hub.
I opened up my Neocom to check who was going to be the lucky bastard to bite the bullet first. A lot of unrecognized names...figures. One did stand out on my side though. His name was Moochie Cricket. A Caldari loyalist and State peacekeeper. Well at least one good merc was good enough for me.
I got up but stumbled a bit. Couldn't seem to get a grip. I looked around and noticed the War room in the War barge was nearby. I started to make my way there, almost tripping over a box in the mean time. When I got there, I had mixed feelings about the Merc selection. Quite a few advanced and the occasional prototype mercenary but nothing outstanding. I was in my pre-fitted AV suit so I must've looked like a nobody. Even scoring some looks of pity and disappointment.
A Gallente merc walked up to me and told me to crawl back under whatever rock I came from. I guess half the battle were looks. I walked away from him and went to check my vehicle fittings. Prototype Gladius with a particle cannon, my favorite duo. I laughed under my breath as I remembered all those battles where entire teams would devote themselves to destroying a single copy of my tank. "This is going to be fun".
Then I looked over to see the enemy roster and I saw 3 tankers that I knew VERY well on the battlefield. Death surronds, Quasar storm and AP grasshopper... Now on top of having to fight for sobriety, I now have a skilled tank opposition to fight...Of all the days and all the contracts. Looking over to see my team one more time I thought,"...We. Are. F*cked."
I then saw a notification pop up on my Neocom. It was from Death. "Good luck". Wow... Even my enemy sympathizes with me. I replyed, "Don't get too happy, I'm not one to blow up so easily...But I guess neither are you three". I turned around to see Moochie Cricket near me checking his vehicle fittings too. If my memory served me correctly, he was a rather talented assault dropship pilot. "Now all we need is a minmatar commando" I thought. Sadly there wasn't one. Out of the frying pan and into the fire I suppose. 1 minute from deployment and I'm still not sober...I don't believe there are rules against driving a 2 million ISK death machine while drunk. Or is there? Only one way to find out.
"My name is Ozymandias, King of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair"
There will come soft rains...soon...
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