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Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
114
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:25:00 -
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GÇ£It seems like a completely different lifetime. I am no longer the woman whose memories I possess for I have become something different. Fraceska Denaard was part of the Federal Intelligence Office. A senior and respected agent in the field. It was because of her skills that I was born. I will you tell you the story of her last mission and how I came to have her memoriesGÇ¥
The room of the station had been darkened so that the unmodified eye had trouble making out details of the woman speaking. In the dim light Fraceska seemed to have pale white skin like freshly fallen snow. Her face hidden in the shadows. Either she had no hair or it was tucked under a protective cap it was impossible to say thanks to the shadows wrapping around her like a cloak against the cold.
GÇ£Please do not interrupt this tale because I do not feel adequate enough to answer questions about her lifeGÇ¥ The shadowed figured shifted her weight to get more comfortable. GÇ£She was a brutally effective weapon in the arsenal of the FIO able to retire crime lords, slavers and Caldari operatives with ease. Her mastery of weapons and combat arts made her a prime candidate for the Mercenary programGÇ¥
GÇ£I believe I asked you not to ask me questions? Why do I refer to her as an entirely different person? Fraceska Denaard died by her own hand with a bullet to the head. What emerged was no longer Fraceska Denaard and in that moment I was born and now I am an immortal. I have died over 420 times, each one just as painful as the last. I can assure you it does not get any easier. I have been trapped in a burning dropship as it fell from the sky listening to my squad burning with me. I have seen what a railgun can do to a tank, what it can do to a personGÇ¥
She fixes you with a stare across the table GÇ£Have you been in such terrible battles. Reanimation after reanimation only to look upon your own body now twisted, broken and empty. If eyes are mirrors of the soul what do my eyes show you? You will be killed in a thousand different ways. You will learn to kill in many more way ways than that. Learning to pilot and control weapons of war that no mortal man should wield, but you will no longer be a mortal man. You will have become a god. The power can go to your head. The mercenary armies fight each other for blood sport more than any ideal. You will live your life constantly in an endless state of war. Art, music and literature all the things that make us different from the beasts will be lost to you and all that remains will be the primal aggressive instinctGÇ¥
She stands up, still cloaked in the darkness but she is tall and physically fit. The tendons of corded muscle around reinforced bone. Genetically altered blood to clot almost instantly from any wound once exposed to the air. Each step has a certain predatory grace to it that comes from many wars and many deaths. You can make out a few more details now. Her body is covered by a thin plug suit that will allow direct interfacing with her dropsuit. If she has hair on her body or head iit is hidden by the cap of that thin suit. Very little is left that would tell you she is human beyond those still curvy hips and the swells of her breasts which seems like an exercise in vanity more than anything else.
GÇ£You wanted to speak to one of us, one of the immortals, before you tried for it yourself. Ask yourself can you live with forever? Once you become a god and you never be made mortal again. You will walk with other gods and shape the destinies of men. The populations of those worlds will look at you with awe and fear. Some of them will adore us as saviors and others will hate us with all passions a human is capable of.
Even the loyalty you hold so dear to you as part of the Gallente Defense Union wonGÇÖt matter. In the years to come of fighting and dying you will have seen many sides to many conflicts. The man you are today will not be the one that emerges from the tank or any other after that. Do you have what it takes to become a god?GÇ¥
She leans across the table at you now allowing you to see her face. It is pale and seemingly glows in the dim light. Those eyes are nearly all white. Her face streaked with metallic lines from implants and genetic alterations. Human in only the vaguest of senses with only that voice to give away what she once was.
GÇ£Look into my eyes. Do you see my soul? Do you see a weapon that will rise again and again to know nothing but fighting. Can you handle becoming a GOD! For that is what we are Gods among menGÇ¥ She lays a pistol on the table between you both GÇ£Shoot me now and in cold blood for you will be called upon to do much worse in the future. Shoot me and I will endorse you in becoming a god. I will show you what it means to have the power to kill worlds. Do itGÇ¥
Looking down at the pistol on the table do you have the courage to become a god? Or will you walk away and live your life as but a mortal. |
Centurion mkII
SVER True Blood
Unclaimed.
24
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:30:00 -
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Chilling and good. |
Blackie 71
Ground Pounders Inc.
0
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:42:00 -
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420 deaths huh? heh heh.
I liked it. It reads a lot like a cutscene. Do we know for a fact that the immortal soldiers lose all interest in every other aspect of culture or are you speculating about that?
- Blackie 71
"We are all a bunch of handsome devils." |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
116
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:44:00 -
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Just speculating. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
231
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:49:00 -
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It makes you wonder whether death is truly obsolete when every single reanimation tears your soul that little bit more until you're nothing but an empty husk, breathing but dead.
Is death obsolete because its gone, or because its everywhere?
Good piece. |
Marlow Hartwyck
Gunslingers Corporation. GmbH
4
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:51:00 -
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+1 Awesome work, it makes me wanna try my hand at writing something. Just goes to show, that with each death you may gain experience, but you lose something as well. |
Harkon Vysarii
Dead Six Initiative
22
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Posted - 2013.03.07 21:59:00 -
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[quote=Blackie 71]
I liked it. It reads a lot like a cutscene. Do we know for a fact that the immortal soldiers lose all interest in every other aspect of culture or are you speculating about that?
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I agree. There was a bit of "clunky" language in there but the main point is that it was interesting.
I mean I want to know more about whats going on. BRING ME MORE CHARACTERS! |
gbghg
L.O.T.I.S.
Legacy Rising
547
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:11:00 -
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awesome read +1 |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
118
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:18:00 -
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Things slow down as you pick up that pistol. It feels heavier than usual. The weight but physical and metaphyiscal. You are standing at the crossroads of your life to continue on with mediocrity or to become something more. This woman, Fraceska, has offered you godhood and all it takes is one cold blooded murder. What is one more death to the life of a soldier when you have seen so many already die and unlike this woman the dead stay that way. Everything is happening in slow motion as that pistol is brought up level with her chest.
The trigger is pulled. The bright flash creates stark contrast of light and dark for a split second. The sound of tearing meat and exploding bone. The smell of burnt flesh in such a confined space was sickening. Her chest is a mash of twisted bone and burnt meat. Blood gurgles from her mouth as ruined lungs try to work and those pale white eyes watch you the entire time.
Murder. In all of your life never have you committed such a crime. In war it was never personal you were doing your duty, but here was a woman that offered you power and immortality and you took it. Did her reincarnation in a new body lessen your crime? Absolve you of this nagging guilt that you feel? Dropping the gun you turn and flee. The Corporation she works for was nearby. What if they didnGÇÖt understand? What if they didnGÇÖt care? So you run. But the station is only so big and when they learn what you have done they will come for you. You have no wife. No children. Only your career defending the Federation as ever mattered. Your private living quarters were spacious, the pension from the Union had allowed you to live well. Not that it mattered any more. So you head to your stash. Body armor was pulled out and strapped on the oxygen tank and mask readied as well. Guns were loaded if they came for you they would pay dearly for it.
You spend the remainder of the day barricading your living space to prepare for what was to come. Was this all just a test? Would the Corporation come for you and welcome a new demi-god into their ranks? All that was answered when the door to your living space exploded in a shower of molten metal and sparks. As they came in you dove to the side with your assault rifle firing the first of the mercenaries dropped to a knee as lines of twisting energy danced over his armor. They had personal shields!
Turning your gun upon the windows you put a burst into them and the explode out into space. Sirens all over the station begin sounding. Red lights flashing dire warnings of depressurization but you ignore them. Controls for the room were shot changing the gravity as furniture and debris lifted off the ground you stayed on the move. Rounds chased after your movements as you dove behind the wall and the waiting shotgun, a weapon that served you well during the boarding of the Caldari Battleship GÇ£Merits of the State.GÇ¥ You could hear them moving through your flat as they closed in on you. A quick peek around the corner you spot four mercenaries. So this was it? At least you know you can take one of them with you.
Rolling out of cover you come up into a run leaping over the floating table, diving under the couch. Weapons fire tearing apart your living space but by some miracle you have yet to been hit. Coming up to stand against the large armored foe you slam the butt of your shotgun into his abdomen spinning the weapon so its barrel was pointed up as his head came down you pulled the trigger. 3 left.
In those delay of a few seconds the others got a bead on your form, you have remained still for too long and you feel a round tear through your shoulder, another through your stomach that just barely missed your spine. Your body is numb but you donGÇÖt care one last final act before dying. Twisting behind the dead mercenary as through rounds devastate the ruined form of their squadmate. But it allows you to get closer as you push the body forward and follow up behind it. Raising your shotgun at the second mercenary is met with an energized blade that cuts it in half. Rolling out of the way before the blades can slice you to pieces you come up with a pistol and a knife. Closing in once more you use their larger size against them and you weave through his punches. Having eliminated the threat of their guns for now you drop to your knees as he swung with his fist. That knife jammed into his knee and twists. As he falls you put the weapon to the temple of his helmet and fire.
In those final moments you feel a burning pain and then thankfully nothing as you fall to the ground with a hole through your chest. |
Harkon Vysarii
Dead Six Initiative
22
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:21:00 -
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THE BEGINNiNG OF THE SECOND PART IS GREAT!
Edit- Again the action feels a little stiff but the narration of the first and second paragraphs is really really good. Also I feel you really captured a 40k visceral form of violence here. |
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Enkidu Camuel
Tritan-Industries
Legacy Rising
71
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:24:00 -
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Great stuff so far, I might start writing my own fics about my life in DUST, making good fanfics is one of my fav hobbies XD |
Harkon Vysarii
Dead Six Initiative
22
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Posted - 2013.03.07 22:33:00 -
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Yeah Im writing a fan fic for an in-corp competition. |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
120
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Posted - 2013.03.07 23:26:00 -
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Slowly time began to piece itself back together. Was this death? Slowly your vision forms you are in a liquid. Panic starts to set in because you believe that you are drowning but through that panic you realize you are able to breath. Harder than normal but you are breathing. Hands moved to your chest which was still sore and numb in areas. How was this possible?
You move your hands from your chest, they feel heavy and sluggish. So weak and sick from your experience.
GÇ£Now you see what death is like. You are not an immortal, not yet. There is still much you need to prove to us before we welcome you. Science and medicine brought you back from the dead. Cybernetics and flash grown organs replaced what was destroyed. Consider this a gift from the Corporation so that your true testing can beginGÇ¥
She steps forward and pulls the handle beside the tank. The front lifts suddenly sending you and the liquid spilling over the immaculately cleaned floor. On your hands and knees as you cough and retch to get that liquid out of your lungs. The pain and weakness of dying only served to make it worse. She tosses something beside you as the liquid seemingly evaporates in front of you.
GÇ£Get dressed. You have a long day ahead of you. The Federation considers you dead in the attack on your quarters. It is being put to GNN that Caldari terrorists in response to your past with the Union assaulted your home in a suicide run. Congratulations in dying you have become a hero of the FederationGÇ¥
The plug suit conformed to your body like a second skin but it didnGÇÖt feel like a second skin the tightness was always there lingering in the back of your mind. From your neck to your feet was covered with the exception of your hands.
GÇ£You are going to meet the Drillmaster of the Corporation. A rough man than had seen lifetimes of war even before becoming a mercenary. Your skills are untested and basic compared to the life of a mercenary. You will need to grow and adapt or you will be culled and then there will be no coming back from the deadGÇ¥
As she leads you from the medical bay you realize that you are no longer on a Federation Station. Somewhere deep in the lawless regions of space where the most vicious of pirate organizations do their business far from the eyes of the four states. Looking out the glass there are dozens of ships from all the empires out there. Drakes glide beside a Talos. Tristans and Breachers practice combat maneuvers between the arms of the station. Even from this distance the great hulk of a Dreadnought drifts slowly passed. The distinctive shape of the Nyx can be seen.
GÇ£As I said before the old loyalties do not mean a thing. Out here you live and die by your wits. But out here we are all gods so be careful who you kill for they will be back angry and with friendsGÇ¥
The space she leads you too is a large dome. Currently featureless and bland off to one side and elevated with glass windows looking into the space was the control station. She tosses you a pistol, the one you killed her with.
GÇ£SurviveGÇ¥
There was a flash of light and the floor began to shift. The light changed and building from the ground was a forest at twilight. With sounds of distant water heard falling against rock. Before you can look back to her she is gone. The way out has blended with the wall and lost amongst the thick foliage. The heavy sounds of footsteps moving against the rock was heard. You have to move. You have to survive. As she said there would be no coming back this time if you failed. |
MoonEagle A
ShootBreakStab
4
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Posted - 2013.03.07 23:34:00 -
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Great read! |
Zekain Kade
BetaMax.
955
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Posted - 2013.03.08 00:23:00 -
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Then suddenly goonswarm zergged the station. |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
127
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Posted - 2013.03.08 01:46:00 -
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When you were contacted by that shadowy agent offering you power and immortality it made no mention of being tested like this. Funny how that figure forgot to mention all of this. Standing still would get you killed. You need to move and quickly. Moving through the fabricated wilderness was easy. You have fought in nearly every environment nature could throw at Humanity and you thrived as a Special Operations Agent of the Gallente Defense Union. If they wanted to test you then so be it, let them come.
Stepping lightly and in an effort to make it harder for them to track your movements you search the ground looking for what else can be used. Finding a thick heavy branch and just a heavy rock. Using the available vines you secure the two to form a primitive club but sometimes the very basic of weapons could also be the most effective of weapons. Climbing one of trees to watch and observe the approaching mercenaries. There was 4 of them moving forward in a jagged line. They were not told from what direction you had entered from or what you were given. Perhaps you could turn this entirely to your advantage.
Moving slowly as you test the branches with your weight as try to position yourself in the direction the furthest of the mercenaries in line. Pressing yourself back against the trunk of the tree as they pass beneath the tree. You have a split second to decide what to do. Fortune favors the bold. Dropping down behind the last of the mercenaries the makeshift hammer driven into the base of their skull staggering them from the force of it. Kicking the back of their leg while already off balance you drive them to their knees. The pistol firing nearly point blank splattering their face over the inside of their helmet. Reaching for the fallen assault rifle you make for the woods once again to hide from the other three remaining mercenaries.
Whoever this Drillmaster is you hope to impress upon him that you arenGÇÖt just a stock soldier that even without enhancements you can bring down even the demigods.
This part is shorter than the others because I am interested in hearing how others would like to see the story develop. Or if perhaps someone else would like to write the next part keeping it between 750-1,000 words with our unnamed recruit taking out the next mercenary. |
The Infected One
CrimeWave Syndicate
141
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Posted - 2013.03.08 02:47:00 -
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As I'm reading your work I've noticed that the time stamps are more or less 1 hour apart. This suggests to me hat you already have this story planned out in at least some rough fashion.
I've written some medieval fiction while going through school but not only was that years ago, it took me quite a while to develop a base story line for myself to expand upon. That being said, I am personally more intrigued with your vision for this unknown new mercenary.
Please continue, I highly doubt many if any others would find anything wrong with your interpretation of how events should unfold.
Who knows, it could inspire a whole forum based lore section with some rather exciting and interesting outcomes. |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
127
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Posted - 2013.03.08 02:50:00 -
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Why thank you, I am glad people like what I have posted so far. |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
127
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Posted - 2013.03.08 03:42:00 -
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How did you survive that barrage of weapons fire after you took down one of the Mercenaries? Was it luck? No it couldnGÇÖt have just been luck it was skill. The skills that came from a lifetime of fighting in the wars that defended the Federation from destruction. You have earned your medals the hard way, in the trenches and through the worst of the fighting. This is what you were born to do and with time wage a war that only the gods themselves could survive. The adrenaline rush was something you have not felt in years. Here in the crucible of battle did you truly feel alive.
You can hear them chasing you like hounds driving prey to their master. Passing by branches that cut and snag but you ignore them and push on. A clump of trees ahead will be a good spot for cover as you dive for the trees you feel a burning pain in your leg but you ignore it, you force it from impeding your performance. You glance around the side of the tree there are only two of them, where is the third? When you have an enemy pinned down you send in others from a different angle to attack. With only the minimal protection of the trees it would be all but impossible for you to defend from multiple attacks. The hammer was dropped to the ground spinning around the corner a burst of fire takes the shields off the approaching mercenary with the other assault rifle. Fire from both them rips the bark of the tree apart and your face is burned by the hot metal and sharp wood fragments. It has been a long time since you tasted your own blood.
Turning again you take another burst fire shot at the mercenary hitting him in the body driving him to his knees. One hand on the ground as the other holds the wounds on his chest. Blood coats his hand from ruined metal and flesh. Not worth risking another shot he would have to bleed out. It was a risk that he could be patched up. Before you can move that missing mercenary charges into your position. Looking down the barrel of that shotgun you have but a few seconds to react. Diving to the ground as you go for that hammer. The shot splintered the trunk completely as it fell to the ground. As you come up with a swing from the hammer the mercenary kicks it away tipping you off balance. The blow to your jaw fractures the bone and brings stars to your eyes. The pain was incredible but you push through it.
The kick to the ribs broke several bloods. Still you would not quit. You would not submit. Screaming out your rage you rush the mercenary and drive him to the ground. The hammer smashing against his helmet time and time again even as he was raining blows upon your sides and body you did not relent. You did not stop until the man beneath you no longer moved. Standing slowly with each painful breath all was quiet. They could have come up on you at any time but they didnGÇÖt. Why aren't you dead? What was going on? As these thoughts were going through your head the distinctive GÇÿthumpGÇÖ of mass driver blew apart several trees and knocking you off your feet. This place wasnGÇÖt safe and you needed to move which was going to be hard.
How much time had gone by with the Mercenaries hunting you? With it always twilight. Fight after fight. All of that blood and all of the death you started to become numb to your surroundings. You would not surrender. You would not ask them to stop. You would endure until death they would not make you bow.
It could have been hours or days how everything blended together but something was different as you were approached. A large brute of a man in the raiments of war. Ornate armor clung to his already impressive height of nearly 8 feet. The armor was plated with platinum and other metals the craftsmanship was that of a master. It was clearly of Amarr make. His voice was like the thunder of the gods.
GÇ£Stand down recruit. I am the Drillmaster former Templar of the Order of the Dawning Guard. And I am here to make your existence hell. You will wish for a death that will come time and time again. There will be no respite until you either wash out or you make it through it all. When this over you will no longer be the man that you are. You will have made it to godhood and transcended all that makes you mortalGÇ¥
With his words the environment that you are in is disassembled and once more a normal facility upon a space station. Leading you to a set of doors that rumbled upon at your approach into a chamber that was dedicated to all forms of hand to hand combat. Mercenaries without their armor and how inhuman a god can look practiced with sharpened blades and lethal tactics. The room stunk of metal, blood and death.
GÇ£Fraceska? We have a contract to bring about the end of a mining uprising on some distant moon. For all their arrogance the Capsuleers require our aid like anyone else. HavenGÇÖt met one yet? They arenGÇÖt anything special without their ships to protect them. We are gods of a different kind of warfare. Respect their power and they will respect yours. Work together and we can burn down the gates of HeavenGÇ¥
Such talk from an Amarr would have surely been heresy of the most foul kind! But what did she say before all this happened? That old loyalties would cease to matter. Could one throw away all that they once held dear to cease their own destiny? All that it cost these immortals. The humanity that they lost so others could keep theirs. Was it a noble and heroic struggle? Or one motivated by the basest of human desires of power and greed. How many had died by the Drillmasters hands? How many armies were ended by the corporation? The miners whose only crime was wanting more pay and better working conditions earned them a conflict with one of the most ruthless mercenary armies of New Eden. Gauntlets should have been dyed red with the blood of the innocent. And here she proved correct once again, that murder in cold blood would be the least of what he would be called upon to do. |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
127
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Posted - 2013.03.08 03:43:00 -
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When the last stars died the immortals would still be there fighting and dying for causes that no longer existed or simply because they liked it. No chance to turn back now. You have decided to walk the path to godhood and it was forever. Once you had such power it could never be returned. These thoughts banished from your mind as you were suddenly thrown across the training floor into one of the circles.
GÇ£Let us beginGÇ¥ |
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Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
131
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Posted - 2013.03.08 04:14:00 -
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I've enjoyed typing up these little parts to the story though I am curious are people interested in seeing more? |
The Infected One
CrimeWave Syndicate
141
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Posted - 2013.03.08 04:57:00 -
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I'm finding it very interesting, please don't leave it unfinished. |
DJINN leukoplast
Hellstorm Inc
League of Infamy
324
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Posted - 2013.03.08 05:02:00 -
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I have rather enjoyed what you have written so far, I'm actually amazed at how immersed I am when reading it. Reminds me of the days when I used to read books  (damn internet, games, movies and technology! lol)
Please, write some more! Can't leave us hanging after taking the story this far.  |
Fraceska
Opus Arcana
Orion Empire
132
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Posted - 2013.03.08 05:35:00 -
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The beatings continued under the guise of training. How far could they push you before finally snapped? The medical treatments to set broken bones and heal ruptured organs. They gave you nothing special when fighting against the Mercenaries, your future brothers and sisters in arms. It took time to notice the subtle differences in their movements that set them apart from each other beyond those voices.
Tria Rae perhaps the one that is the only one you could potentially call a friend in this place. The lessons that she taught were beyond just the pain of broken bones and the suffering of the spirit when exposed to some of the worst conditions possible. She taught you the martial arts from a hundred worlds and combat styles of a dozen militaries. As days blended into weeks your proficiency grew and the time you spent recovering shrunk.
Lod Morre was a former Caldari Special Operations asset that was one of the Corporations greatest sharpshooters and his lessons came from static emplacements in the training dome taking shots at the other squads fighting each other. Learning how to correct for all manner of erratic movement of the enemy and how ineffective jumping like a bunny could be. That head shot became center mass ripping apart the spine and dropping the mercenary whose suffering was heard across the comms but no medic came to his aid. He pulled himself across the floor until he came once more into your sights. A calming breath, a steady squeeze of the trigger and his head exploded in a fine mist of boiled blood and shattered bone. Perhaps next time he would not try to jump around so much and make himself a target.
Ayn Casile was the pilot of the corporation and her skills in the chair were rivaled by no other. Learning to do things with vehicles you did not think was possible. How to land in a hot LZ to drop off new troops and to provide covering fire for those already on the ground. The nuances of tank warfare. The loading and operation of all manner of turrets from blasters to missiles. And the versatile and light vehicle that could cover a great distance relatively quickly. Shooting from the passenger seat and the turret at the rear.
All of this training was done under the watchful eye of the Drillmaster. It was into the third month of training that you were called to a new section of the station. Clearly for medical use there was a single pod with its covering still open. Standing there in a small group was Fraceska, the Drillmaster, two doctors and a tall man with tan skin and black hair. His voice had that classical gallente charm to it.
GÇ£You have done well recruit. You have survived where many others have failed. You have thrived where others have fallen. Having proven your toughness and ability as a mere man you have been chosen to take the next step to your godhoodGÇ¥
The doctors approached you and helped you out of the uniform you were wearing. Ushering you towards the tank and having you step inside of it. As the lid closed and sealed that cool thick pink liquid started to fill the tank. Even though you knew you could breath it, it was a natural reaction against drowning that existed on a more primitive level. Fighting to control yourself, you would not embarrass yourself at a time like this. As the liquid closed around your head you did not fight it. Inhaling several gulps of that liquid that filled your throat and lungs. From the interior walls of the tank machines emerged and held you by the wrists and ankles. The slight sting in your arm from an injection with its spreading numbness but you remained alert through it all. Aware of what was happening but unable to do a thing about it.
The lasers started at the back of your head. Skin was peeled away from bone and then the bone was cut apart to reveal what lay beneath. That grey-pink matter exposed only to the germ free liquid environment. It was disorienting, but not painful as that device was pushed into your brain. Nanofibers spreading throughout as it locked to your brainstem. The sensation was different as it travelled down your spine. Wrapping around your head was a device that was just as complex. It had integrated with your nervous system, preserving all that you were up until the moment of death. How long you were in that tank was unknown. It is not like time mattered since you were brought to this station. The man you use to be was dying and in his place a new god would be born with those same memories.
Coming to was sudden and painful. All of your limbs felt heavy. Your head spun and spots behind your eyes clouded your vision. Laying on a bare bed looking up at the ceiling trying to get everything to work once more. As you turn your head there is a message on the holographic screen with a simple message.
GÇ£How will you die?GÇ¥ |
Sontie
VENGEANCE FOR HIRE
143
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Posted - 2013.03.08 11:40:00 -
[25] - Quote
I envision the soldiers in my company actually having lives outside the battlefield. They would have a standard clone for non-combat affairs which would have a unique face and such. They would think of these clones as their "real bodies." When it came time for battle, we would jump clone to whatever combat clone was needed (since there are 4 types right now anyone can use). I imagine there would be some... alterations in the psyche of repeatedly cloned soldiers, a change in the way they view life, the priorities of life, death, pain, etc. Only the mentally strongest would be candidates for the clone soldier programs then. Weaker willed soldiers would become a liability. This might be part of the reason for the current conflict maybe? Degraded clone mercs going rouge. |
hermin hermit
Tronhadar Free Guard
Minmatar Republic
0
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Posted - 2013.03.08 11:57:00 -
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Lore, short stories? Lol get some sun ppl |
The Infected One
CrimeWave Syndicate
141
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Posted - 2013.03.08 14:05:00 -
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hermin hermit wrote:Lore, short stories? Lol get some sun ppl
lol if you don't like it, don't read it.
This gives me something to do while waiting for engineers to do their testing at work, interesting story, passes the time.
What's wrong with lore short stories? You have a problem? Do you find it difficult to read? I recommend Curious George, or Clifford the big red dog for you because they are even shorter stories with less big words to confuse and anger you.
Lets start with small words: Cat. Sound it out ....C......A.....T. Makes the sound Kat. |
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I love your writings miss eraceska :), say... could you teach me how to become as descriptive in my writings as that?  |
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The Infected One wrote:hermin hermit wrote:Lore, short stories? Lol get some sun ppl lol if you don't like it, don't read it. This gives me something to do while waiting for engineers to do their testing at work, interesting story, passes the time. What's wrong with lore short stories? You have a problem? Do you find it difficult to read? I recommend Curious George, or Clifford the big red dog for you because they are even shorter stories with less big words to confuse and anger you. Lets start with small words: Cat. Sound it out ....C......A.....T. Makes the sound Kat.
LOOOOOOOLLOLOLOLOL |
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Posted - 2013.03.08 14:22:00 -
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Fraceska wrote:I've enjoyed typing up these little parts to the story though I am curious are people interested in seeing more?
Most certainly, please continue :), and if you can help me become good at writing short stories as good as that i would be thankful :3 |
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