Pvt Numnutz
Prophets of the Velocirapture
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Posted - 2015.07.13 00:48:00 -
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I am an Achuran descendant of the caldari state.
I was born on the planet Eha III while my parents were working for the Ishukone corporation. My father was an inventor working on the mass transit systems in the growing colonies and my mother was a teacher at the Eha III university. My younger sister was born when I was 7, although I at first didn't like the idea of having a sibling we bonded when she was 4 and were best friends growing up. She had a very mischievous personality and enjoyed playing pranks every opportunity she had. I was fortunate to have the responsibility of being an older brother as my mandatory state service training was only a few months away. Before I left my mother gave me an Achuran white songbird pendant, telling me about our families history of honor and service and that I should wear it with pride while I was training.
At age 17 I had graduated from the state war academy, I was for all intent and purpose a competent soldier should the need arise. Though I never wanted to become a soldier, I was studying to become an inventor like my father. My sister, now age ten was determined to become the best fighter pilot the state had ever seen. She still had her mischievous personality, I thought that might get her into trouble in the Navy but I enjoyed pranking people with her again none the less.
A month after I had returned gallente forces started a new offensive, tensions were high in the border zones, there was talk of evacuations and conscription. As the fighting intensified in lo-sec the capsuleer militias clashed in the void, worlds were set ablaze. A gallente fleet broke through to the Eha system and began blockading the planet, the Ishukone forces in orbit were enough to hold them back while transports escaped the system. I was running back to our house through the mobs of fleeing citizens when the gallente positioned above my city.
The last time I saw my family was right before the orbital bombardment leveled my district.
I suppose I was lucky though, Some Ishukone Watch soldiers managed to pull me from the rubble and got me on one of the last dropships off the planet. As I watched the streams of plasma fire burning into my planet, I felt numb. The only thing I really felt was the acceleration of the dropship as it approached escape velocity, and would be the only feeling that I would have for the coming months.
Eventually I arrived at an Ishukone station. Masses of evacuated people from all over the Black Rise region were moving about, calling for loved ones, asking for rations, pleading to officals. I stayed there for a while, meditating with my pendant trying to reach out to my family. Every time I closed my eyes I would see them running out of the house, I would try calling out to them before a blinding light vaporized them. That's when I decided to enlist in the Ishukone Watch and receive more military training.
After a few years in the watch I was granted acceptance onto one of the special operation teams. Some times conducting raids on gallente facilities and districts. I relished the opportunity to kill any gallentian I could, not sadistically, just killing them. I still felt numb, the only times I felt anything at all was when I was killing gallente or accelerating through the atmosphere. Achura are known to be introverted but even other Achura thought me odd. I never spoke unless it was about a mission, I had no friends, my rifle was closer to me than any human was. Etched into her is my blood debt for my family that I am slowly paying off with gallente I kill.
I was then approached by some higher ups from the Ishukone company, very hush hush stuff. They said they were working on a way to create a super soldier, one akin to the capsuleers in space and said I was a candidate for the program. I only asked one question, "when do I leave" my only possessions being my rifle and my white song pendant.
I was slotted to receive my clone after a few months of physical and mental training. All the candidates were getting along pretty well, starting to form a team. I watched as one candidate pranked another in the mess and remembered my little sister, followed by a horrible depression that made me feel physically sick. I ran out of the mess hall and out to where I could get some air. As I stood there gasping for breath a dropship flew over and landed in a hanger facility at the far side of the training compound. For the first time in years I grinned.
I ran to the hanger and found an idling dropship with another candidate admiring the missile launchers mounted to the side. I hopped up onto the ship and asked if he needed a lift, he was excited to get a ride. Luckily for me the cockpit door was open and the pilot was talking to his wing commander about 80m away. I strapped in and hit the throttle wobbling into the air. You can imagine the horror on my new friends face as he realized I wasn't a pilot. I put the nose down and felt the acceleration of the dropship and smiled. The flight was pretty short though after I crashed into a building (after avoiding a mountain) when the emergency crews showed up they found two survivors, one being my new friend and the other being me laughing hysterically in what remained of the cockpit. The major of the small air base commented saying, "Your getting demoted for that stunt, if not court martialed numbnuts!" my new friend started cracking up shouting "Pvt Numnutz!" and the nick name stuck. After that I was able to open up a little, It seemed I was a speed junkie of sorts and asked to be trained as a pilot. I'm sure my little sister would be happy with my choice, maybe that's the reason I stole that dropship, who knows.
Today I fly caldari assault dropships, on the side of the nose some letters remain unscathed from the marks of battle, next to the scores of tallies it reads "Songbird"
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