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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.08.19 11:04:00 -
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((First person perspective of Jonny and a mission he went on, feedback and criticism is welcomed. Also warning, it may or may not be vulgar.))
Part One
Date: Who the f*ck cares
This is some stupid ass f*cking sh*t. My old man and Slim, the Caldari c*ck sucking c*nt (or CCC as I like to call him), both agreed that I need to write down my thoughts and feelings and sh*t. I don't understand why. F*cking load of sh*t if you ask me.
Anyway, what happened today. Something about a mission and a few drinks...
...oh yeah now I remember!
So there I was, minding my own f*cking business at pops' pub. Had a few drinks, flirted with a few gals, got some weak ass Amarrian p*ss water tossed in my face by said gals, you know, my average Saturday night, when some assh*le True Amarr walks in like he owns the place and starts demanding sh*t off of pops like he's still a f*cking slave! Well f*ck that c*nt! I put a hot round of plasma in between the f*cker's eyes.
As it turns out, that assh*le had a job for pops and was a Matari sympathizer. My bad. Slim did say I inherited my father's temper, but I know for damn sure I got my mother's good looks.
Anyway, after apologizing (which included me buying the f*cker a new clone), we got down to business. Apparently he needed a crew to smuggle some cargo out of Amarrian space. Seeing as I'm not a fu*cking egger, I signed up for security.
The ISK was too good to refuse.
END OF ENTRY.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.08.20 11:42:00 -
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Part Two
Date: Seriously, who gives a flying f*ck?!
What the f*ck did I sign up for. The ISK is good enough, but this f*cking sh*tty ass job seems more trouble than it's worth. I mean the whole idea is bat sh*t f*cking crazy! And I wrote the book on bat sh*t crazy ideas!
Do they really except us to fly into Amarrian space un-f*cking-noticed by the gold sh*tters, fly up to a bunch of dumb*ss f*cking slavers, kill the c*nts, then fly on home with the freed Matari in tow?! This sh*t does not happen as smooth as this dumb c*nt thinks it will go. Trust me, I've tried this sh*t before.
Lets just put aside the fact that these f*ckers won't be easy to find and look at the rest of the sh*t involved. For one, it's in f*cking Amarrian space! What's not to say they decide to blow us sky f*cking high for smuggling. Not to mention we are going into hi-sec territory, so even if the golden dildo armada known as the f*cking Amarr Navy leaves us alone, f*cking CONCORD would be right up our ass!
Did I voice my concerns at the meeting? You bet your sweet f*cking artifical ass I did. Did the f*ckers listen? Hell f*cking no!
So what am I doing right now? I'm in my leisure clone, enjoying my self with three wh*res and a bottle of whiskey while I wait for the f*cking eggers to prep their ship so we can get this f*cking cluster f*ck underway.
I already have my Sentinel suit modded and prepped. Already got some spare f*cking clones, gods know I will f*cking need them. And I already paid my crew to go on vacation, so they have a f*cking alibi if sh*t goes south, and I have a feeling it will. Don't want my crew to get punished for my sh*t.
I could always back out, stay here at Kruul's, f*ck some more wh*res. However, say whar you will about me you f*cking stupid unresponsive peice of sh*t journal, but I am a man of honour and integrity! At least when I'm sober and paid handsomely.
END OF LOG
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.08.21 01:26:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Jonny is it just me or do you find yourself taking on some pretty ****** jobs......all of which seem to involving killing my people.
In my defense im drunk and my bullets are attracted to shiny objects.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.08.25 12:12:00 -
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Aura: Log Entry for date in question missing...
...Loading halotape recording...
The screen flickers for a bit, then reveals a small room with Jonny tied to a chair....
...He is alone and unconscious, his face beaten and bruised. His Sentinel Armour is shattered and badly damaged.
A single hooded Amarrian entered the room and splashes water on Jonny's face. He wakes up and shakes his head grunting. He then looks up at the Hooded Amarrian and then spits on the ground beside him.
"The f*ck you want gold sh*tter?" Jonny asked. He was answered by a hard, closed fist slalming into his face. Jonny spat some blood on the ground. "F*cking danity, I take it you must be the Queen B*tch herself. Oh wait, " he paused to smile as he saw the Amarrian's face contort with rage, "the b*tch is dead, ain't she?"
The fist slammed into Jonny again, this time it knocked him and the chair over. Jonny laughed and the Amarrian picked up the chair, with Jonny attached, and placed it back up.
"So you going to ask me some questions, or beat the sh*t out of me? I'm fine either way. See us immortal 'Warlords' know pain and suffering, lots of f*cking suffering. So do your f*cking worse to me, Gold Sh*tter, because at the end of the day, I'LL STILL BE ALIVE!"
The Amarrian went to throw another punch when a familiar voice behind him said, "Enough, we need him to listen to us." Another hooded Amarrian emerged from the shadows and removed his hood.
"You f*cking traitor. You god damn f*cking traitor! I should of f*cking killed you when you were mortal! Hell would be too good for you, Cale."
Cale sighed and ran a gloved hand through his dark hair. "Sir, you need to underst-"
"No! You need to understand! I saved your f*cking life when we were mortals! You f*cking swore to protect me and my family! And I f*cking gave you my blessing to marry Marcy! You dishonorable f*cking c*nt! I hope somone rapes your f*cking wh*ore of a mother's corpse for this!"
"Demetrious, please you must allow me to explain."
"Explain? Explain?! You betrayed me, Cale. You betrayed the f*cking family! And when I get out of here, you will f*cking pay for what you have done! Gods as my witness, you will f*cking suffer!"
Cale sighed. "There is no talking to you while you are like this. I'll come back later." With that, Cale turned and left the room, raising his hood as he did.
Jonny unleashed a torrent of insults towards the door, but was silenced as the Amarr guard knocked him out with a blow to the head.
Aura: The Halotape has been corrupted...
Playback ended...
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.09.06 21:39:00 -
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Loading Secruity Halotape Recording...
Jonny is seen bruised beaten and bloody. An Amarrian jailer is standing over him, his knuckles were covered in Jonny's blood. He raised his arm and struck Jonny with a closed fist across the face.
The remains of Jonny's Sentinel armour lay piled in a corner, looking more like a pile of scrap metal than armour. Jonny himself was in torn black trousers and was bare chested and bare foot. His chest had been cut several times over, each cut crossing over the last, making a bloody checkered pattern across his chest.
The camera view changed to the camera behind Jonny, showing the door and Jonny's flayed back. The door opened and Cale walked in with two armed guards...
"How is our guest," Cale asked coldly. It had been a week since Jonny's capture.
"He is still alive, sir. However, he still refuses to speak. I fear I can not break his spirit," the jailer replied.
Cale walked up to Jonny and knelt in front of him. He then grabbed his face and lifted it up to eye level. Jonny stared back at Cale with hate filled eyes. "No," said Cale, "I didn't think you would. Prepare him for transfer, we are leaving this station and I wish to take my prize with me."
With that, Cale left and his two escorts moved in to take Jonny. However, the moment they uncuffed him from the chair, Jonny sprang into action. He headbutted the guard infront of him, knockig him down. The second gaurd made a grab for him, but Jonny elbowed him away and dove onto the first, digging his thumbs into the guard's eyes
By this time, the Jailer had sounded the alarm and in moments, a small team of heavily armed Amarrian soldiers rushed in with Scrambler rifles pointed at Jonny. Jonny smiled and picked up the scrambler pistol from the, now blind, guard and fired a shot. The shot missed the soldiers completely, but it was enough for the yougest amongst them to break discipline and fire a charged shot at Jonny.
The shot hit Jonny sqaure in the middle of the chest, burning a hole and killing him instantly. The smile remained on his face as his corpse slumped forward.
Cale pushed past the soldiers and looked at the corpse of his former boss. He then turned to the soldier's and said as calmly as he could, "Whoever killed him will be sentenced as any traitor would. He was an immortal and his death has set him free. Therefore you released a dangerous criminal. You have one hour to come forth and meet me in my office or you all will be tried and setenced as traitors."
...Error... Data Corrupted... Playback Ended...
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