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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.01.11 01:05:00 -
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A man wearing a cumbersome Amarrian sentinel dropsuit covered in small chinks and scratches slowly walks through the open door; his head facing downwards, focusing on his tightly clasped hands. He raises his head and speaks:
"Hel..."
He cuts himself off, upon seeing the state of the room: a dark stained mahogany wall has the glyphs "$+<$#<<%-ú-úGé¼GêÜ[-º+++ö-Ç-¦-¦^" crudely engraved in it; there are a few small droplets reasonably fresh of blood on the floor that lead to one of the small ponds, which has a slightly red tint to it's waters.
What catches his attention most of all, however, is the sight of one of the small paper offices: The boards and carpets that had once made up the floor of the room had been hastily stripped away to reveal a stockpile of arms, everything from rifles (with distinctly marked boxes of 'Toxin' ammunition next to them) to pistols, to mass drivers.
He looks up and sees a smaller antechamber with a fully stocked CRU with pre-fitted combat clones, with some more weapon racks on either side filled to the brim with Caldari rail rifles, notably lacking any manufacturer markings. Sitting on one of the rack ammo shelves is a single magnetic slug, covered in fresh blood, which was odd, considering it showed no signs of having been fired.
What happened here?_ he thought to himself, standing dumbfounded.
Falling is, in many ways; just like that wonderful thing that we call "Flying"...
Right up until you hit the ground.
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.01.11 16:59:00 -
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Hawk-eye barely comes to terms with his surroundings when Galm slides out of an office and walks slowly towards him, putting himself between Hawk-eye and the torn up office, wearing a large grin that, under these circumstances; feels rather creepy.
"What happened here? It looks like someone just rode a MTAC through here."
Galm Fae wrote:Apologies for the mess, I assure you everything is fine. This was all just a misunderstanding and nobody got hurt! This temple is normally quite beautiful, but some damn fool made a mess of the place a few moments ago. Please, accept these tokens for a free soak in the bathhouse!
Why is he speaking so quickly? He seems rather nervous... Perha-
His mental train of thought is de-railed when Galem quickly lifts a small stamped metal box with a small plastic top, showing 6 marked chips. He picks up the clip of ammunition discarded on the floor next to him.
"Well... I cannot allow your kindness to be unrewarded! Please accept these fine hand crafted..." *Look carefully at the contents of the clip* "Err... Rail rifle slugs"
He tilts his head sideways while looking at Galm, if his face wasn't obscured by a helmet; one would probably see him sporting the grin of a Cheshire cat. He slowly hands Galm the clip and begins to stroll towards the temple exit, momentary stopping to give a small bow.
Falling is, in many ways; just like that thing that we call "Flying"...
Right up until you hit the ground.
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
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Posted - 2014.01.13 11:36:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:((Ravenwing. You can't even imagine how many faults your posts have, you can't just make **** up that contradicts the lore entirely, not to mention that the entire way you write is very confusing. And using "magic"? This isn't a fantasy universe, stop it))
((I think that Ravenwing may have "Gone 514", if that phrase is still in use.))
Falling is, in many ways; just like that thing that we call "Flying"...
Right up until you hit the ground.
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