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"Sir this just came in, an unidentified mercenary force has disabled planetary comms for this system!"
The Admiral looked over at the system read out, hoping for any signs of other ships nearby. The Local Comms screen was blank, no indicators flashing, no identity scans, no affiliations, the screen proclaimed virgin space, not even a planet or sun.

Warily the second in command looked out on the planet below them, from here it looks peaceful, benign.
"Get me a goddamn scan on all local bodies!!", growled the Admiral, "Patch me thru to system admin on a secure channel, find out whats happened to system comms." A barely perceptible pause, as he collected his thoughts, "Post a recall of company mining ops, and get Sec. to start mobilising some sort of net ...NOW!"

Uniformed bodies, began to stir in the dim light of the bridge. The spell broken, training restored clarity.

58 thousand kilometres away, the black ops ship kept its passive scanners running, the encrypted comms from the second orbital body from this systems sun sporadically buzzed new info onto this ships bridge, but the real entertainment was coming from the slowly assembling fleet almost within sighting distance. The pilot, enmeshed as he was into the ships systems, spared a chuckle. Company Dusters had already hacked their entire comms system, and their security data bases prior to shutting the systems planet based comms arrays down. The fools were blindly feeding him their fleet designations and barge "safe routes".

It was truely a pity to leave the mercs to their 'prize', there really wasn't a movement within the company to overthrow management....


mercs disabling local in EVE nullsec, SOON(TM)

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Good job both Elijah Revan and Billi Gene,

got any more in you?



- 'Ad Mortis Nos Tripudio' -

You sound like a good writer. Have you considered contributing to one of DUST's News Organizations?

I stood staring at the horizon. What I saw surprised me little. I looked at my comrades on either side of me.

I spoke one word.

"HAVs."

12 of them came roaring towards us. One man put up his weapon. I pushed it down.

"We cannot do anything. This is our fate until the next patch."

On my left, one of my fellow mercenaries angrily tore apart his Prototype Swarm Launcher and threw it in the mud.

"Curse you, AV nerf!"

I looked to my second in command.

"What do you think we should do?"

He did not reply.

Angrily I rapped on his visor.

"Templar 4, do you hear me?!"

One of the sergeants sent him a TACNET message.

"Sir, he froze out. Must be Sleeper tech malfunctioning. Whose idea was it to label the game we are in the exact number that gives us deadly seizures anyways?!"

I looked back to the horizon. The HAVs were halfway to us. Another 4 minutes and they wouls be on top of us.

"Where is Templar 7?" I mused.

"Oh, he never joined us this op. when we went to deploy, all his fittings were 'INVALID'. He sent a request to hogher command to fix the bug but they replied they were more interested in R&D on new weapons and equipment for us."

Another day in the life of a merc, I thought. Join the army, they said. Visit fantastic places, they said. Become immortal, they said. He should have read the fine print. THAT said "May cause headaches, uncontrollable seizures and/or complete neural hardlockin."

The HAVs were almost on top of them.

"Should we fire, sir?"

"No! Don't you know the new HAV models are literally invincible?"

"No, sir, well, I mean- I-"

"DON'T YOU GET IT? INFANTRY ARE PRACTICALLY USELESS THIS BUILD! WE ARE ALL SCREWED!"

Taking a deep breath, I composed myself.

"But we will still fight like men. Yes! There is a chance! Maybe id we get enough WP we can call in an OB! Here come the HAV's now! Fire! Fire!"

The platoon lit up like a fireworks display. Everywhere, Swarm Launchers and Forge Guns shooting...

But they were promptly extinguished as the entire enemy team of HAVs raped them horribly within the first 3 seconds of the fight.

lol nice