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Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 158	Posted - 2013.03.08 16:45:00 - [31] - Quote Good morning! I don't know how I do it I just type what is in my head. I will be starting Part 7 shortly enough, it is just so hard to decide either play the game or write a story about the game!
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 158	Posted - 2013.03.08 17:12:00 - [32] - Quote You spend the next day laying there getting use to this body. The discomfort in your limbs as you can feel those wires and sensors rubbing against bone and poking against muscle. Even the smallest of movements makes you acutely aware that you are losing your humanity. You lay there looking up at the white ceiling as the light remains constant. That nearby message taunting you, burning into your memory even when you close your eyes. How could they do this to you! They approached you! They saw your skills and abilities! They treat you like garbage! As your anger grows from just laying there your adrenaline starts pumping your anger numbs your pain pushes you into action. Standing slowly your vision spins and your stomach wretches. This discomfort only pushing you further. They would pay for this. You would show them the error of their ways. The door hissed open as you approached into that empty hallway. As always the sounds of fighting filled the station. They were always fighting. Always bleeding,always dying. A way to keep up their skills but also to illustrate they were no longer human and their immortality was cheap and replaceable. For being gods they did not seem to have the greatest of lifestyles or opulent palaces and shrines dedicated to their might. What kind of gods were they? Soon to be the dead gods. As you enter one of the armories there is a mercenary there. You look around and find one of the wrenches use to work on the turrets of the tanks. It feels so much heavier to your weakened limbs but that will not stop you. The Mercenary doesnGÇÖt pay you any attention as you get closer he is too busy readying the weapons for the next contract. The hubris of the gods knows no bounds. Swinging with all your might you drive that wrench into the base of his neck. The sickening snap of bone as the neck is shattered. Moving further then into the armory to load up. You donGÇÖt finish him off he would only revive in a short time to tell the others what has happened. Let him experience this moment of weakness of what it means to be helpless. To be mortal. They had honed your lethality to their standards. You knew their tricks and secrets this time. They would not hunt you through the woods ever again. No! You were determined to make them suffer. The assault rifle hung across your back. Two pistols, one on each hip. Two belts of those grenades for the Mass Driver. You were ready now. Leaving the injured Mercenary in such a helpless state. You stalk through hallways until you come to one of the dining facilities. You see several mercenaries and mortal staff. They look up at you when you enter. A mix of confusion and apprehension on their faces. Those mercenaries move to get to you, their reflexes so much better than a mortals but you are ready. The shake of the gun the GÇ£thumpGÇ¥ as the round is propelled into his chest knocking him off his feet when it explodes a short time later. Without the protection of his armor his body paints the floor and ceiling from the explosion. That concussive wave knocks the mortals off their feet, they would be handled later. Though it only staggered the immortals. Spinning to fire the next immortal dies. 4 rounds left, 6 immortals. Pointing the gun between two of them you fire. Severed legs and arms fly up into the air as ruined bodies tumble to the ground. One of the mortals rushes you. Bravely foolish. Stepping forward you ram the stock of the Mass Driver into his chest doubling him over. Adjusting that weapon slightly you use it as a club to smash his skull apart. Pulling the trigger the round ricochets off the ceiling and into another clump of people. Time is up here and you flee out of the dining hall. You run with all your might reloading such a cumbersome weapon. Sirens wail throughout the station. The lights darken. Doors seal to create a maze of halls and rooms. But this can work to your advantage you would take a few more down with you. Your anger clouding your judgement. Your rage giving you lethal purpose. You would die as a hero-king of the stories. Proudly and on your feet with the bodies of your enemies lying dead upon the ground. You would be that Hero-King. You would fight the hypocritical tyranny of these gods. Now you scoff at the notion of these gods. These gods would pay for the suffering and pain they caused. You choose to die on your feet.
gbghg L.O.T.I.S. Legacy Rising 558	Posted - 2013.03.08 17:34:00 - [33] - Quote these are fantastic, way better than the fiction on the dust website
Mortal Maximus KNIGHTZ OF THE ROUND 14	Posted - 2013.03.08 19:22:00 - [34] - Quote i agree :)
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.08 19:53:00 - [35] - Quote You remained mobile as you were able. That constant pain and numbness was slowing you down no matter how far your anger and your rage carried you. The mortal body could only take so much. And that is when it came to you. End their reincarnation. In the stories even gods could die. And now these gods too will feel the wrath of what a single, simple mortal can do with sufficient motivation. You moved through darkened maze. If they wanted to they could have trapped you in one location but they did not. It was more fun. More sporting this way. Another training exercise for them with your life on the line. They came from the other doorway across the room. A shot from your Mass Driver drove them into cover they were armored now and killing them would no longer be that simple. Moving to the side entrance in an effort to get to the reanimation tanks. Another shot of the mass driver cleared the hall enough for you to get to the safety of the next room. 4 rounds left. No time to reload those spent tubes you must keep going they are right on your heels. The world explodes around you as rounds zip passed your body. You are numb to the pain that it has caused. The side of your face burnt. The eye socket broken and the eye all but a mash of jelly. You would not quit. Reciting the Federations anthem to yourself as you continue onward. They would not strip all that you held dear. You were Gallente. And you were proud of what your people have done. They were coming down the hall you go to raise the gun but your right arm doesnGÇÖt respond. Glancing down it was useless. Held to your shoulder by muscle and tendons alone. The bone was shattered with multiple compound fractures and yet you did not care. Let them come. Bracing the Mass Driver against your hip the last four rounds are sent down the hall. Exploding amongst the throne of mercenaries and mortal troops. Empty, you toss it aside. Pressing yourself against the wall you twist ever so slightly and that assault rifle is drawn. Backing down the hall towards your target. Burst firing as you go. The familiar glowing GÇ£popGÇ¥ when the shields go down. Another burst and a fallen body. You scream out your pain, rage and hate. And you begin to sing the anthem of the Federation loudly once again. Another shot to your stomach drives you to knees. The pain was burning your fingers go numb and the rifle drops from your grip. Focus. This is not how a hero-king would die. No! Pushing yourself to your feet you draw the pistol and begin firing down the hall. But at last you reached the chamber. Spinning into the room you seal the door behind you. But they are already waiting for you. This is the end.
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.08 21:01:00 - [36] - Quote They were standing there waiting for you. The Drillmaster, the unknown man from the first meeting and a woman with deeply tanned skin and long black hair. It wasnGÇÖt until she spoke that you knew who she was. GÇ£The most unique approach to this test that I have yet to seeGÇ¥ It was Fraceska. GÇ£His anger will be a liability. A danger to the corporationGÇ¥ The heavy voice of the Drillmaster spoke GÇ£We push them to the breaking point. We want to see how they react to stress. This is how he reacted. When finally pushed too far and instead of backing down he rushed at his perceived enemies. In combat he will never retreat and never surrenderGÇ¥ They were speaking as if you werenGÇÖt even there! Outright ignoring all that you have done. Your working arm has become so heavy. It is harder now to raise that pistol. Harder now to even move. But you will remain standing! You will not fall upon your face and bleed out like some helpless animal. Readying yourself for this final fight. Yet a strange calm of acceptance of it all. Narrowing your eyes as you study them. Two of them are unarmed and lack armor. The massive bulk of the former Templar is the greatest of threats in this room. Breathing is harder now the anger and rage is bleeding away but it is then that you notice how inhuman it all looks. Silver fluid, twisted wires and broken mesh. What did they make you into? What kind of puppet of human flesh had you become? The horror at the realization of just how far from humanity these gods have become. The unknown man from earlier time speaks GÇ£So then we are decidedGÇ¥ Fraceska and the Drillmaster both nod in agreement GÇ£It is decided. You have been chosen. You will leave your mortality behind. The path to immortality is yours. Transcend all that you are and entire worlds shall tremble in passingGÇ¥ Before you can react Franceska draws the pistol that was attached to the small of her back. That burst of fire hits you center mass. Acutely aware as your sternum shatters piercing your heart and lungs with bone fragments and it knocks you off your feet. She approaches you and kneels beside you. GÇ£You are not yet dead. Savor this moment. Exalt in the knowledge that you will be reborn time and time again. Look into my eyes and know what exists beyond the gates of the dead. You will fight for a thousand causes none of them your own. You will die on worlds you have no knowledge of. And you will kill those you have never known. We are the immortal mercenaries of New Eden. War is our life. War is our calling. Like the Phoenix you will rise from the ashes of your own death time and time again. Completely reborn and just as strong as you were before and with all the knowledge you carry with youGÇ¥ She places her cool hand upon your chest as it slowly stops. You notice now that others are around you looking down upon you. They have come to watch this moment. A tribute to you having joined the ranks of the immortals. What is it like to die? In that darkness between life and death there was nothing. The dead know no time. It could have been a second or a thousand years it was all the same to you. There was a bright light in front of you. The prophesied gates of Heaven that the Amarr preached about? That momentary elation that the afterlife did exist was ripped from you so brutally. The sensation of falling and the jarring suddenly as your eyes opened and your whole body shook. You were an Immortal. The afterlife and mortality were no longer your birthright. Doomed or Exalted to live forever was determined by the motivations of each demigod. The heavy liquid created your rebirth. Standing on the other side of the tank was the armored forms of Fraceska and the Drillmaster. Beside them was Tria Rae, Lod Morre and Ayn Casile. The tanks lid opened suddenly spilling you out onto the floor rather unceremoniously. Tria and Ayn knelt down to help you stand and remained on either side of you. GÇ£You have died twiceGÇ¥ Fraceska starts to say GÇ£Once as a mortal and we brought you back. And now again to reborn as a mortal. Mortal to Immortal. Man into God. Few have reached this exalted state amongst the teeming masses of humanity. And you stand before us, but your training is not yet complete. Death is our constant companionGÇ¥ In these moments you take a look around the medical chamber dozens of tanks held clones that were not yet ready to be activated. You begin to struggle when you see Fraceska raise that pistol and pointed directly at your chest. The burning pain of the impacts that rip your muscles and bones apart. The two women release their hold on your dying form letting you drop to the ground. It was the start of a brutal cycle. They hadnGÇÖt even picked up your old body which was disconcerting to see when you emerged from the tank. Empty blank eyes held no traces of a soul as you could see yourself reflected back in the,. What have you become? They held you in place as the Drillmaster closed in on you. The hammer strike to your unprotected abdomen ruptured organs as you dropped to the ground they beat your form without mercy. Bones shattered, muscles torn from bone, joints dislocated as they kicked and punched at your helpless body. This process continued for hours as your empty bodies lay outside the tanks they emerged from. It was to impress upon a vital point of how far you have come. How you were no longer mortal. With each death at the hands of your allies. Each rebirth showed how little life actually mattered. How quick and transient that it was. The only constant in the universe was pain and suffering. War was Humanities birthright and you have become a god of war.
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.08 21:01:00 - [37] - Quote You remembered each death they inflicted upon you that day with bitter emotion. Emerging from the 20th tank you have resolved they would be reviving with you. As you stumbled from that tank you dropped into Ayn Casile driving her to the ground. Wrenching on her leg until you heard a comforting snap as the femur broke. Twisting her leg you smashed it hard into the ground to break the knee cap. Lod Morre more rushes at you but you jump up, wrapping your arms around his waist you drive him to the ground. Moving your hands quickly to pummel him. He had left his helmet off. Foolish mistake. Your hands wrap around his neck as you start to bash his head against the ground until the familiar cracking is heard. You donGÇÖt stop until the grey-pink brain matter as oozed out onto the floor. He would remember that death. A kick from the Drillmaster sent you flying. Landing hard against the ground only your bodies stop you from going further. The floor slick with your blood. Holding your side as you stand up. Tria Rae was pointing a shotgun at your chest. Fraceska was unreadable beneath her suit. The Drillmaster waved them both off and he stepped forward. GÇ£You have been waiting for this boy. Now is your chance. This will be the only time you ever get itGÇ¥ Provoked no further you leap towards the mountain of a man that was the Templar.
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.08 21:03:00 - [38] - Quote Sooo I am now approaching the 10th and final act of the story of a mans journey from being mortal to become an immortal. Anything special that would like to happen? Should I continue with character in future stories?
Rayan Storm ZionTCD Legacy Rising 361	Posted - 2013.03.08 22:42:00 - [39] - Quote I didn't have time to read all through it, but i read most of the first page. Here is what i can say: Good usage of words and dictation. Sends the message very well. Interesting method of description and imagery. Unique. Story itself flows pretty well. But what keeps throwing me off is that it seems a bit stiff. The plot flows and the words fit but the actual words do not flow as well. Try to loosen the writing and especially the combat scenes without losing your tone or message. (A fellow writer)
The Infected One CrimeWave Syndicate 145	Posted - 2013.03.08 23:03:00 - [40] - Quote Fraceska wrote: Sooo I am now approaching the 10th and final act of the story of a mans journey from being mortal to become an immortal. Anything special that would like to happen? Should I continue with character in future stories? This is your story, any ending you see fit will be fine. I'm sure we would agree that we who have been reading each post are now involved with the unnamed merc in this story. If you chose to continue with this character in the future stories you write, it would only serve to bring us readers who have followed it "further down the rabbit hole". I would be interested to find out how our unnamed merc reacts to the first contract issued, and if there are any personal opinions that might come into play before fully surrendering to the life of an immortal clone forever fighting wars for clients who's ideas and values might conflict with whatever shred of humanity this character is so valiantly trying to hold on to.

Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.09 00:20:00 - [41] - Quote He was armored you were not but such things would not stop one so determined. You rush at him but despite his size he was quicker than even your enhanced reactions. That thick gauntlet lifted you up by the neck and applied just enough pressure that it was hard to breath. Your vision began to swim and darkness at the corner of your eyes. GÇ£Again he shows such brutal aggression. Can we have this on the field of combat?GÇ¥ He gives you a good jerk and your body shudders like a rag doll. His strength is too great and you can do nothing. The kicks and punches donGÇÖt even affect his armor. The feeling of helplessness felt so wrong. It railed against your nature. GÇ£He will make a good scout. Effective and lethal. How better to destabilize the enemy than to assassinate their leadership and CIC? We will give him a chance to prove himself to usGÇ¥ With that the Drillmaster released his hold upon your neck and dropped you to the ground. GÇ£In time you will earn your rank. Be given better clones than what your conscious thought currently inhabits. Newer weapons and armor. You have a fondness for the up close weapons so we will give you a role that fits with thatGÇ¥ She would walk around you looking you over GÇ£You donGÇÖt want to use your old name? What should we call you?GÇ¥ That laughter issued from her helmet GÇ£Oh really, you donGÇÖt care? Then we shall call you Faceless. You are the ghost that will hunt down specific targets. An anonymous figure no one knows about. This is where your saga beginsGÇ¥ Franceska helps you into that plug suit. This material would help you interface with the suit that you wore. The plugs in your neck and down your spine were similar to those of a Capsuleer. Ports in your arms and legs would give you absolute control over the armor that you would come to wear. The inner gel layer of that plug suit would relay vital biological data to the drop suits onboard computer and allow the combat controllers complete access to your physical status during a battle. Man and Machine fused together through genetic engineer and cybernetic enhancement. The next stage of evolution for Humanity. As you left the reanimation room you passed by another in which those that you have recently killed were being cleaned off by attendants and fitted with armor. Passing through sealed doors to a deeper section of the station. And what you saw was awe inspiring. Upon the walls were large slabs of marble. Images of epic battles burned into them. At the center of the room was a statue that could have come out of Amarrian religion. An angelic figure holding a stone tablet etched with 10 names and a battle. The founders of the Corporation and the battle in which brought them together. But that story is for a different time. The other immortals had returned for this event. Set out in neat orderly lines as you are lead to the center. Connected to a number of devices was the suit that you would come to wear. It would be part of your body thanks to those implants that made it respond just like it was your own. Sitting on the table was a helmet, a pistol, a shotgun and a Mass Driver. The suit was currently opened and the mortal technicians bade you forward. They helped you into a heavier undersuit that was worn as padding between the plug suit and the armor. Parts of it inflated to further add to muscle strength. With those ports embedded into your flesh the bonding was complete. As you step back into the armor it begins to close in around you. The bolts seal shut as auto-bolts spin and lock into place. The gauntlets sliding over your fingers as the mechanics of the suit twist around your wrist to provide support. As your arms and legs are armored the abdomen and chest guard slide together. Those scale like pieces connected to each other through mechanical tendons stiffen and lock in place. Over that is the contoured outer shell to give the armor a more seamless look. They offer you the helmet and you put it on. For a second your world is once again in darkness. No light or sound can reach you. Power flows through your suit and it is linked together. The visor displays all relevant data. So this is what the power of the gods was like. Fraceska steps forward and offers you that pistol which is secured at your lower back and then motions to the table. For the missions that you will be given the shotgun will be the best bet and if it needs to be switched out the bodies of the fallen will no longer need their weapons. GÇ£We welcome Faceless into our organization. He shall guide our squads forward through the worst combat towards the most vital of targets. We welcome you into our ranks brother. All parts of this station can be explored. But we can never rest on our laurels. A lot happens in New Eden. Rival corporations and Capsuleers. Pirates and the 4 Empires. We live in a dangerous galaxy. A profitable galaxy. The battle barge is being prepped. The mobile command centers are already docked and locked into position. Welcome to godhood. Now saddle up. You have 1 hour to prepareGÇ¥ You have made it. You have become an incarnate god of war. You will fight wars that are not your own. Causes that you have never heard of. People and fellow mercenaries you have never met will die by your hand. The power of it all. Thinking back to the beginning was like looking through a broken and twisted mirror. How much everything has changed when mortality was left behind. The first chance to walk a battlefield as an incarnate god to rain down your wrath against those who dared to stand against you and your corporation. You look down at the tablet she had handed you...
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.09 00:21:00 - [42] - Quote GÇ£Uprising of militia guard at colony world. Rallied behind striking workers. Area must be purged so it can be resettledGÇ¥ So is this the battle gods fought? Miners and guards angry over wages and housing? How heroic do you feel? Insulted to be asked to perform such a task. Dismayed at the acceptance of such brutal work. Anger at your own willingness to do it. Thankfully that helmet hid the emotions that ran across your face from the others. GÇ£Good you understand. One Hour. Be readyGÇ¥
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.09 00:39:00 - [43] - Quote After 16 pages and nearly 10 thousand words the short story has been completed. Thank you everyone for the reads and likes. It was great fun typing this story up.
The Infected One CrimeWave Syndicate 146	Posted - 2013.03.09 01:28:00 - [44] - Quote Very well done, I look forward to reading any other stories that you see fit to share with us. I have saved this story under your name to be shared with those in my corporation who are interested in fan based lore. On our website one of ours takes events from our games and corp matches and turns them into short stories with his own artistic twist. Very much enjoyed the read.
Fraceska Opus Arcana Orion Empire 160	Posted - 2013.03.09 01:30:00 - [45] - Quote Thanks! Glad you liked it so! :D
CYRAX SERVIUS Planetary Response Organisation Test Friends Please Ignore 31	Posted - 2013.03.09 02:03:00 - [46] - Quote Fraceska wrote: Good morning! I don't know how I do it I just type what is in my head. I will be starting Part 7 shortly enough, it is just so hard to decide either play the game or write a story about the game! absolutely fantastic!!! keep going!!!
Mortal Maximus KNIGHTZ OF THE ROUND 17	Posted - 2013.03.24 16:26:00 - [47] - Quote Yh keep going :D!!!
Shavan D Zumari Force Projection Caldari State 2	Posted - 2013.03.25 04:37:00 - [48] - Quote I think the only story that can be told is the main character finding and joining a cause worth his time and death or a new story all together. The story's done well and I enjoyed it.


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