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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
156
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Posted - 2013.12.17 03:30:00 -
[91] - Quote
Sawdeth wrote:
Then two CONCORD officers walk by while Sawdeth gave them a deep grin while the two officers are laughing about themselves as they walk to the other room.
"Be careful what you wish for, you might receive it."
Then Sawdeth walks away and goes back on patrol.
"CONCORD officers!" Galm shouts as he bursts out of his office, struggling to properly button his uniform and adjust his cap.
He marches up to Denak.
"Yo," he greets informally, slapping a pair of aviators in front of his golden augmented eyes, "I got a buzz from the security AI that CONCORD agents were in here a moment ago. Any idea what they were doing? Were they looking for anything?"
His Intaki has improved considerably since the two had last spoken.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then I also love him.
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Sawdeth
FACTION WARFARE ARMY
39
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Posted - 2013.12.17 03:56:00 -
[92] - Quote
Sawdeth have happened to heard Galm in the distance and told him in the distance.
"Aren't they always at every Summit? Just in case anything goes wrong."
Then he waves from a distance like a brother looking out for someone.
I will saw the tables of solitude. They say that death is no longer an option. Make it Sawdeth's problem, c u in game.
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
156
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Posted - 2013.12.17 04:12:00 -
[93] - Quote
Sawdeth wrote:Sawdeth have happened to heard Galm in the distance and told him in the distance.
"Aren't they always at every Summit? Just in case anything goes wrong."
Then he waves from a distance like a brother looking out for someone.
Galm pivots in place and faces Sawdeth.
"Eh. Sometimes. Most times actually. But I never can be too careful around them. Gods know they'd wire these offices with bugs or start looking for contraband if they think they have a reason to."
He eyes the mercenary up and down.
"You're in your armor? Why are you in your armor?"
He takes a defensive stance, instinctively reaching for where his sidearm would be even though he's unarmed.
"To pray I hope."
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then I also love him.
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
737
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Posted - 2013.12.17 07:08:00 -
[94] - Quote
Sawdeth wrote:Denak was curious upon seeing Sawdeth even long before he was even noticed. Sawdeth replied with a formal greeting.
"I've been to these Summits many times in the past, Mr. Kalamari. All I am allowed to say is these summits is where leaders of the four nations try to settle things or play the blaming game. I asked my commanding officer if I could be excused from this current summit."
Right as Sawdeth was about to finish he'd noticed something strange about Denak Kalamari, maybe a familiar face he'd seen years ago.
"As I've been through countless battles, many casualties on both fronts. I'm beginning to think and believe that we were once human souls upon volunteering for the program. Two years ago I signed up for the top secret Templar One Program, I didn't like what I've seen and done. One thing I will add is we are being watched on every vantage point."
Then two CONCORD officers walk by while Sawdeth gave them a deep grin while the two officers are laughing about themselves as they walk to the other room.
"Be careful what you wish for, you might receive it."
Then Sawdeth walks away and goes back on patrol.
Denak listened curiously to Sawdeth's cryptic reply, keeping his arms behind his back, watching the two CONCORD officers walk by briefly. His face looked old and had been through a lot of combat even before becoming a clone soldier, the most notable feature being the remaining scar from a scald on his right cheek. He had many other smaller scars too, which were nearly invisible if you didn't look for them. Of course these weren't his original scars, his original body had withered away a long time ago, he had requested to have scars added into all his clones, for a reminder of his past.
"You only lose what you cling on to." He commented about the subject of losing their human soul, before adding: "I have seen a lot, a simple answer is not likely to shock me", followed by a small nod as Sawdeth walked away again.
Galm Fae wrote:"CONCORD officers!" Galm shouts as he bursts out of his office, struggling to properly button his uniform and adjust his cap.
He marches up to Denak.
"Yo," he greets informally, slapping a pair of aviators in front of his golden augmented eyes, "I got a buzz from the security AI that CONCORD agents were in here a moment ago. Any idea what they were doing? Were they looking for anything?"
His Intaki has improved considerably since the two had last spoken.
"We are in CONCORD space, on a CONCORD administrated facility. There's plenty of CONCORD officers as security guards." He simple replied to Galm when he walked up and asked about them, giving him a formal bow as a greeting. But before he could speak further, Galm had already gone to speak with Sawdeth, leaving him to his own thoughts again, shrugging.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 13th
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
156
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Posted - 2013.12.17 07:19:00 -
[95] - Quote
Quote:Galm Fae wrote:"CONCORD officers!" Galm shouts as he bursts out of his office, struggling to properly button his uniform and adjust his cap.
He marches up to Denak.
"Yo," he greets informally, slapping a pair of aviators in front of his golden augmented eyes, "I got a buzz from the security AI that CONCORD agents were in here a moment ago. Any idea what they were doing? Were they looking for anything?"
His Intaki has improved considerably since the two had last spoken. "We are in CONCORD space, on a CONCORD administrated facility. There's plenty of CONCORD officers as security guards." He simple replied to Galm when he walked up and asked about them, giving him a formal bow as a greeting. But before he could speak further, Galm had already gone to speak with Sawdeth, leaving him to his own thoughts again, shrugging.
Galm pivots in place once again to face Denak, caught between a comical fusion of a dance spin and a military marching stance. He regains his balanced and bows quickly to his Intaki friend. He never takes his hand off where his pistol would be and seems like he is still watching Sawdeth from the corner of his eye.
"That may be true, but I would rather avoid as much contact with CONCORD officers in this temple as possible. We wouldn't want them snooping about in a Kaalakiota outpost, would we? They can come in here to pray, but if they start asking too many questions I'd hope everyone knows to keep silent about whatever they may or may not know, you know?"
Galm takes his hand off his belt, deciding that if Sawdeth wanted him dead he'd be biomass by now. He stands between the two men, now speaking to both of them.
"I store my leisure clones here along with some light military assets when I am away on deployment. I wouldn't want either tampered with while I'm clonejumping across the stars."
Galm tucks his uniform in, muttering to himself silently in Napanii.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then I also love him.
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
741
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Posted - 2013.12.18 09:09:00 -
[96] - Quote
Galm Fae wrote:Galm pivots in place once again to face Denak, caught between a comical fusion of a dance spin and a military marching stance. He regains his balanced and bows quickly to his Intaki friend. He never takes his hand off where his pistol would be and seems like he is still watching Sawdeth from the corner of his eye.
"That may be true, but I would rather avoid as much contact with CONCORD officers in this temple as possible. We wouldn't want them snooping about in a Kaalakiota outpost, would we? They can come in here to pray, but if they start asking too many questions I'd hope everyone knows to keep silent about whatever they may or may not know, you know?"
Denak slowly dips his head to the side upon hearing Galm's reply, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Galm that look. He didn't say a word, but his posture and gaze gave him a pretty good understanding of what he was trying to say, along the lines of: "Are you really dumb enough to try and do that?". Then he silently muttered: "
Galm Fae wrote:Galm takes his hand off his belt, deciding that if Sawdeth wanted him dead he'd be biomass by now. He stands between the two men, now speaking to both of them.
"I store my leisure clones here along with some light military assets when I am away on deployment. I wouldn't want either tampered with while I'm clonejumping across the stars."
Galm tucks his uniform in, muttering to himself silently in Napanii.
Denak uncrosses his arms and resumes his normal posture, hands held behind his back. "Why do you store military assets into a public facility, with CONCORD administration?"
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 13th
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
161
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Posted - 2013.12.22 03:06:00 -
[97] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:[
Denak uncrosses his arms and resumes his normal posture, hands held behind his back. "Why do you store military assets into a public facility, with CONCORD administration?"
"Because I can get away with it!" Galm shouts, looking at Denak as if it were a stupid question.
"I just need to pay off a few people to make sure they stay silent about it and I can run weapons into and out of the Summit. You know how much demand there is for weapons with the safety locks removed? It's just a small underground operation, and all the guns are shipped into the city. Then if Kaalakiota ever needs a foothold in the district they can turn the shop into a forward base."
Galm is still looking at Denak as if this all made perfect sense.
"I mean really, it isn't like every empire isn't doing the same exact thing."
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then I also love him.
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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
26
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Posted - 2014.01.06 05:37:00 -
[98] - Quote
Ravenwing walks in "oh was I supposed to hear that?"
Ravenwing then pulls his katana out " hopefully I was" says ravenwing with a grin
<-- the definition of insanity
btw all cookies are named doug
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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
26
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Posted - 2014.01.06 06:20:00 -
[99] - Quote
"Can you answer me?" After getting no response ravenwing slowly walks to the garden katana still aimed at galm
Then inscribes something in the wall "$+<$#<<%-ú-úGé¼GêÜ[-º+++ö-Ç-¦-¦^"
Looks at galm "your welcome"
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
26
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Posted - 2014.01.06 06:27:00 -
[100] - Quote
walks away whispering sonthing in a forien tounge
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
211
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Posted - 2014.01.06 06:29:00 -
[101] - Quote
Galm reaches for his belt yet again. It's a... Force of habit.
"If that sword is for praying then feel free to use the facility. If it isn't then you picked a pretty bad weapon to bring to a gun fight."
The thought dawns on Galm that he's being a bit too jumpy. I mean come on, a sword? An unheated blade wouldn't even break an immortals skin. He pulls away from his imaginary sidearm, confident that this Gallente hadn't heard the first half of their conversation.
"Sorry. Welcome. I was just talking to my associate about a few..."
Quote:"Can you answer me?" After getting no response ravenwing slowly walks to the garden katana still aimed at galm
Then inscribes something in the wall "$+<$#<<%-ú-úGé¼GêÜ[-º+++ö-Ç-¦-¦^"
He doesn't even wait for Galm to finish his sentence before he has lost interest and walks off. He goes over to...
Oh God's an spirits, no, no!
He marks unintelligible words onto the wood paneling before looking back at Galm with a goofy grin.
Something goes off in Galms eyes. Something more then just his augmented vision slowly turning a deadly red. Something in him completely unglues. He struggles for words for a moment, shaking.
"Th-- That... That... Th--"
The fire in his eyes ignites, setting him off to a level that hadn't been seen since his time in the Taskforce Command.
"THAT IS MAHOGANY!"
He stomps off into a nearby paper office, yelling at himself in Napanii. After a few brief moments of silence, he comes back in full Protectorate garb, his shields running at max capacity and his rail rifle spinning up to unleash round after round.
"OUT! OUT! GET OUT!"
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
797
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Posted - 2014.01.06 10:13:00 -
[102] - Quote
Denak simply watched the scene unfold, his head dipping slightly to the side while crossing his arms over his chest, sighing heavily. As Raven was rambling about with a Katana, in a facility filled with CONCORD security, he couldn't help but facepalm, the sheer stupidity of some of these mercenaries made him feel very shameful of being one of them.
"Garithiitan, prodbuhuttun tahp'foga Raven." he cursed quietly, contemplating about just grabbing that katana of his and slice him in half, security be damned. But he soon focused his attention on Galm rushing out in full armor and with a rail rifle ready to fire. Just trying to contain himself from snapping and going on a full rampage on Galm's behavior took nearly all of his energy, as he defiantly walked in front of him to stop his advance, grabbing the barrel of his rail rifle and pushing it down.
Squeezing the barrel tightly to stop Galm from firing it at nothing but himself, he spoke: "You are going to just do more damage to your temple that way", in the calmest tone possible, while he started directly into Galm's visor, his gaze drilling right through it into his eyes. If he was going to die trying to stop Galm, then so be it, at least it was going to be swift before he would wake up in the reanimation unit.
"Raven has already left, and the damage he did can be sanded out. Now stop this or you have to go through me first." he spoke again, almost pushing Galm to squeeze the trigger just enough, send that bullet right through his body and virtually disintegrate him. He really wasn't sure if he was going to stop or not, but he did not waver, keeping that barrel pointed right at him while keeping his gaze locked to Galm's, his own heart racing in a fast beat.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 31st
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
214
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Posted - 2014.01.08 03:06:00 -
[103] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:
Just trying to contain himself from snapping and going on a full rampage on Galm's behavior took nearly all of his energy, as he defiantly walked in front of him to stop his advance, grabbing the barrel of his rail rifle and pushing it down.
Squeezing the barrel tightly to stop Galm from firing it at nothing but himself, he spoke: "You are going to just do more damage to your temple that way", in the calmest tone possible, while he started directly into Galm's visor, his gaze drilling right through it into his eyes. If he was going to die trying to stop Galm, then so be it, at least it was going to be swift before he would wake up in the reanimation unit.
"Raven has already left, and the damage he did can be sanded out. Now stop this or you have to go through me first." he spoke again, almost pushing Galm to squeeze the trigger just enough, send that bullet right through his body and virtually disintegrate him. He really wasn't sure if he was going to stop or not, but he did not waver, keeping that barrel pointed right at him while keeping his gaze locked to Galm's, his own heart racing in a fast beat.
Galm's aim doesn't lower. If anything he tenses up even more. Behind his helmet several heavy gasps escape his lips as he remembers to breath.
"You really keen on me wasting you? Get the **** out of my way, Denak."
He doesn't say with with hate. More with... Regret. He was right, the vandal had already run off. There would be no point in chasing after him and even if he did the station security wouldn't react well to Galm's weapons. First they'd shoot him... Then they'd start asking questions...
Galm still doesn't lower his weapon at all.
"You have an astute sense of morality for a hitman."
Galm presses the barrel in harder. It's a 'Construct' line weapon. Reverse engineered, no weapon lock, and untraceable thanks to no small amount of aurum payed. CONCORD facility or no, there was no mistaking that it was perfectly within his ability to send a round ripping through anyone he damn well pleased.
Fine. Crafted. Mahogany.
Galm ejects his magazine, sending it skidding across the floor. With a sigh he flicks the safety on his weapon and empties it's chamber.
"You're right. Bullets would just end up causing more damage."
He keeps the barrel pressed into Denak, waiting for him to back away.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
819
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Posted - 2014.01.08 04:59:00 -
[104] - Quote
Even when Galm just pushed the barrel of the gun more against Denak, his stance didn't falter, waiting to see if the next clicking sound he heard would end him or spare him. As Galm threatened him to move away, the only response he made was push the barrel directly against his heart, which was thumping rapidly and pumping adrenaline all over his body. He didn't say a word, but his gaze said all that was needed: "No, I won't. Stop."
After a moment of intense staring at each other, Denak remained still even after Galm ejects the magazine and empties the chamber, as if to make sure Galm wasn't having any second thoughts. After another silent moment, Denak took one step back, and let go of the gun, moving his gaze away from Galm's visor.
Looking at the single bullet on the ground that was ejected from the chamber, Denak knelt down to pick it up, investigating it as he was working to calm down his heartbeat, even muttering something in Intaki: "Fudektuni vaan fudektun nekedoshyl - A mild answer turns away rage."
Still remaining silent as Galm was just standing in front of him, Denak flicked out the knife he brought earlier, a 'shlick' sound emitting as the steel blade cut into his palm, bleeding all over the bullet he was carrying.
With a single deep inhale and exhale, Denak gazed back into Galm's eyes behind the visor, again taking a step towards him. But instead of grabbing the gun, he took Galm's arm and placed the bullet, now covered in Denak's blood, onto his palm, encapsulating it in his fist afterwards.
"Even as a hitman, you avoid unnecessary damage." Denak explained to Galm, gazing into his eyes for one last time, rubbing the fresh scar that appeared on his palm after the nanites took care of the wound with his thumb, it was the fifth one he had made.
"Prataya yavati." Denak said as he just walked away to the paper offices to clean the blood and contemplate for some time, Galm being free to follow if he so wished.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 31st
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
217
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Posted - 2014.01.08 06:10:00 -
[105] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:
Looking at the single bullet on the ground that was ejected from the chamber, Denak knelt down to pick it up, investigating it as he was working to calm down his heartbeat, even muttering something in Intaki: "Fudektuni vaan fudektun nekedoshyl - A mild answer turns away rage."
Still remaining silent as Galm was just standing in front of him, Denak flicked out the knife he brought earlier, a 'shlick' sound emitting as the steel blade cut into his palm, bleeding all over the bullet he was carrying.
With a single deep inhale and exhale, Denak gazed back into Galm's eyes behind the visor, again taking a step towards him. But instead of grabbing the gun, he took Galm's arm and placed the bullet, now covered in Denak's blood, onto his palm, encapsulating it in his fist afterwards.
"Even as a hitman, you avoid unnecessary damage." Denak explained to Galm, gazing into his eyes for one last time, rubbing the fresh scar that appeared on his palm after the nanites took care of the wound with his thumb, it was the fifth one he had made.
"Prataya yavati." Denak said as he just walked away to the paper offices to clean the blood and contemplate for some time, Galm being free to follow if he so wished.
Galm looks down at the bullet silently, the blood dripping over his glove and onto the floor. As Denak turns to leave, Galm finally speaks.
"Rikaato... Suuolo. Please give me a moment to collect myself."
With this, he turns back around and enters the same paper office he had just exited. Inside, a striking transformation had completely reformatted the room from a peaceful domicile to an armory in a matter of seconds. Carpets and wood paneling had lifted up to reveal rows upon rows to weapon racks holding everything from Mass Drivers to CreoDron rifles modified to carry 'Toxin' ammunition. In the rear a military grade CRU rack carries no less than six clones prefit into various loadouts, displaying each one like a vending machine. Beside it Fae's leisure body lays dormant in an unfilled pod, still wearing his fine pressed uniform.
Galm sets the bullet on one of the nearby weapons racks and eases himself into the CRU. He shuts his eyes as it lifts his body into the machine carefully.
In no time at all Galm has returned to garden, carrying with him the bullet and a wrapped package. He knocks gently before entering another office and handing Denak the package. Inside it is a HK-2 Scrambler pistol, trimmed in a polished gold and beautiful Amarr reliefs.
"I want you yo have this. It's the least I could do to apologize for my outburst. This weapon was one in a shipment I 'liberated' from a crew of slavers."
He smiles for a moment, but only for a moment. Soon he has returned to a serious disposition and bows respectfully, offering Kalamari the weapon.
"Of course, since I kept using them I kept losing them one by one in the field! Now this is the only one I have left. I've been keeping it as part of my collection or as a sidearm to wear when making public appearances in uniform and now I want you to have it. It's accurate, powerful, and easy to fire. It will serve you well. Please accept it as a token of my heiian."
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
822
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Posted - 2014.01.08 07:49:00 -
[106] - Quote
In the time Galm took to head back into his paper office and do his things, Denak found himself sitting by a pond, keeping his left hand in the water, the washed away blood creating a dark red blob on the surface. His gaze seemed a little defocused, idly looking at the spreading dark red cloud coming from his hand when the remains of his blood washed away.
When Galm returned in his press uniform, Denak quickly dried his hand with the cloth he brought, looking up at him as he gave back the bullet, and a small package along with it. When Denak's hands reached to take the bullet and the package, still sitting on the floor, Galm could see how his left hand was covered in scars, accumulating together from all his little sessions.
Dark contrasted streaks went around his wrist, across his palm, over the back of his hand and small circular ones in the tips of his fingers with one long scar to connect them all, they seemed to almost form a pattern. This clone was the same he had used ever since he had first turned into a clone soldier, keeping all the damage he had sustained throughout the year.
As Denak opened the package and investigated the scrambler pistol inside, he listened carefully to what Galm had to say. Denak grazed his hand across the golden engravings, checking the ammunition to make sure it was empty, then squeezing the trigger while pointing at a nearby wall, listening to the click it made.
Personally he preferred the Minmatar made sub-machine guns with his shotgun, but he always appreciated the elegance of a scrambler pistol, Amarrian weapons and dropsuits were always the most beautiful in his opinion.
"Acuudheta aahnd nearodaav, acuudheta adyanvad nekamiaakelyl. - The wise forget insults, the ungrateful kindness." Denak simply replied as he carefully placed the scrambler pistol back into its package, glancing up at Galm to give him a brief, understanding smile. Then he promptly stood up straight in front of Galm, offering him a hand, speaking one more word:
"Rikaato."
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 31st
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
0
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Posted - 2014.01.11 01:05:00 -
[107] - Quote
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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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
226
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Posted - 2014.01.11 08:10:00 -
[108] - Quote
Hawk-eye Occultus wrote: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 on the far side of the room 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 its waters, and lacks any of the strange fish swimming in the other ponds. A full clip of rail rifle ammunition is lying in the middle of the floor.
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. There are a few small drops of fresh blood on one of the ammunition shelves.
What happened here? He thought to himself, standing dumbfounded.
Galm straightens himself out once Denak has accepted the offering. He'd thought he heard...
Gods and spirits, I need to lock that door.
Fae slides out of the office to face Occultus, who seems utterly bewildered by his surroundings. Galm doesn't bother reaching for any sort of weapon. Instead he walks forward warmly and invitingly with a wide grin.
"Welcome! 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!"
Galm hands the mercenary six plastic chips that can be redeemed for five minutes in the men's bathhouse and sauna, making sure he's standing perfectly between the mercenary and the armory.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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Hawk-eye Occultus
Omega Elite Mercs INC.
0
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Posted - 2014.01.11 16:59:00 -
[109] - Quote
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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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2014.01.13 03:55:00 -
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Raven walks back inside
"Galm calm down"
Raven sees that galm is pissed to say the least
" the ingravings mean good blessings, well in my people's language it does"
And Before you ask, No I do not care that the concord bastards are here
"Hope that makes things better, oh and I like that it's mahogany I don't see that often and here"
Raven places two daggers with different engravings on them
"It means may peace be here, if you were wondering"
And to denak who insulted my katana, it can cut a proto heavy in half with one slice
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2014.01.13 04:06:00 -
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Galm looks down at his magazine of rail rounds.
Holy ****, he thinks to himself, that actually went better than I expected.
Quote:Raven walks back inside
"Galm calm down"
Raven sees that galm is pissed to say the least
" the ingravings mean good blessings, well in my people's language it does"
And Before you ask, No I do not care that the concord bastards are here
"Hope that makes things better, oh and I like that it's mahogany I don't see that often and here"
Raven places two daggers with different engravings on them
"It means may peace be here, if you were wondering"
And to denak who insulted my katana, it can cut a proto heavy in half with one slice
Some time ago Galm would have grabbed the nearest blunt object and proceeded to club this Gallente to death... But he decided against it. Afterall, this kakku could have gone straight to CONCORD instead of coming back any making peace.
"Eh... Thank you Raven-haan. I will find a good place for these daggers. Please, feel free to use the facility as you wish. Just don't trash the place, please."
On that note Galm retreats to his office, where he beings to lock down his armory and start making a series of calls to anyone who specializes in wood furnishing or sandpaper.
"On the Leviathan's back will our civilization be carried home and the taint of the Enemy purged from our souls."
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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2014.01.13 04:44:00 -
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If you are to get rid of the engraving you may as well ask me to and I'm not born of gallente blood
*sighs* raven mummers something and calmly erases the engravings as if magic
Do not think for a minute that I do not know what you are doing galm
Raven sits and starts saying something in a strange language with his eyes closed
And receiving those daggers is considered an honor galm as so with my sword which I will keep
May peace be of this place, and it be sheilded from mindless bloodshed
oh you wasn't supposed to hear that
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2014.01.13 05:44:00 -
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"Szfar aund teul calohul"
"It means honor is within every soul no matter how hard to find"
" Hbofaldov calonari chovfie"
" the wise know when to shut up" says raven in a calming tone
Raven takes off his helmet
Raven gets up and walks away
"Till next"
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
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Posted - 2014.01.13 08:10:00 -
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((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))
Throughout the whole scene that happened between Occult, Galm and Raven, Denak just remained sitting by the pond, looking down at the water and sighing, this whole thing was getting ridicilous. And when Raven returned and spoke again, Denak already had the urge to just punch him in the face and permanently ban him from ever entering the temple again. But sadly he didn't own this place, so he just sat there and breathed really heavily.
When the whole thing was over, Denak just gathered up his things and left, not saying anything to Galm as he was still in his office.
Grahisha of ILF // Writer of Thoughts of a Clone Soldier // Latest entry published Dec. 31st
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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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sir ravenwing
BurgezzE.T.F
Public Disorder.
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Posted - 2014.01.13 23:49:00 -
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((Iyou two, ugh it was, oh well let fools be fools I guess but yeah I was tired and messed it up
The thought of raven having any thought of magic is fools thought and if you keep reading hidden backgrounds it'll all make sense soon)
And he sanded it down and did not use fake magic he has gone 514 several times and for now is mentelly stable now back to what this forum is made for
A sane man has limits while a insane man can do anything
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