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Che Cortez
Ostrakon Agency
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2013.07.28 11:43:00 -
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Warning: This RP contains offensive language.
Notes: This is not a diary, nor is it linear. All characters, are of my creation and any similarities to others are purely coincidental. The artwork, songs and other material linked in this RP are not mine, and have only been used to set moods, and enhance imaginative imagery. They might not reflect what they were originally intended for.
Ep1 GÇô Vann's Torment
Date:
Day: *Unknown* Month: November Year: YC115
IGÇÖve been hanging here, suspended here by chains in this sh*t hole for 3 months now, and IGÇÖm f*cking tired. My blood soaked face looks like a minced up Slaver and Ive begun to rust . He learnt not to bother punching me in the face, it just does more damage to his fist in the end. This cold piece of steel between my ribs is really starting to p*ss me off though. Not cause of the pain but because Vonn used to disable my suicide function. Ha! Vonn, he always insisted that I remember his name. Well IGÇÖve got nothing but time now, *continues to watch the passive SP rise.* Its going to take me another 1 million SP points before I can get out of here, thatGÇÖs another 2 months...
You can't stop this circle of chaos and destruction I will bring.
Date;
Day: 14th Month: May Year: YC115
Event: Uprising
The world keeps changing on me. IGÇÖm not sure if its my body or mind that suffers most. The life I live these days is a simplistic one. Fight, Win or die, the idea is to profit. Its got a mundane feel to it. Well thatGÇÖs what most people would think, but IGÇÖm a f*ckin psychopath and I love each God damn second of it!
From the bullets that wizz over head or the ones that find their mark and pierce this useless armour that now imprisons what GÇ£freeGÇ¥ people might call a body. But the fact remains I donGÇÖt know if I'd call what I have left of me, GÇ£HumanGÇ¥.
IGÇÖm sure some therapist would make a rich connection between my damaged past to explain and justify why I'm so psychotic. It's old news and I've already come to terms with it. But they didn't explain that once you become immortal that there is no sense or purpose. And that's what drives me MAD!
Sure there are consequences to my actions; join a corporation, don't fit my gear right, or generally don't give a cr*p and lose the fight, you don't get paid. But once your sitting on hundreds of millions there becomes little point for what is a trivial amount of money. Its amusing that a GÇ£freeGÇ¥ human will work for years to earn a single million or support their family before they die, pathetic..
Then come the deluded dreams of my Corporation of having a GÇ£homeGÇ¥ planet. I'm content with my new found brothers. The fierce fights from invaders, the comradeship that's only forged in the heat of battle. That bloodlust that pumps through your veins yearning for victory. Moral was high, and the post battle celebrations that were no different from the Neanderthals in the lost history books. Dark nights with a full moon, open bonfire, booze and p*ssy.
Date;
Day: 6th Month: June Year: YC115
Event: N/A
Then I'm not sure what happen. In one day, its like the universe changed. My once refined point shooting was not as sharp. Was it my body? My eyes?
The enemy starts to crest the hill on the boarders of our homeland, [redacted]. My eyes are quick to scan, their gear is superior, as they dart in a tactical movement and disappear in the low lit sky. The quick flashes from their muzzle, bullets start melting the armour to our body, mangling and burning. We regrouped, and fight at the choke points in the city, as I cautiously cut the corner I see one of them and go to line my slights onto that f*ckers head, then **glitch** I'm standing in the open, my aim feet away from my target.. Dead.
DA FUK?!
What happen? Is this fear.. no, I was not afraid. I press on, no time for questions. They have encircled us. Lucky we don't have to run far for a fight, I see my squad as I join them, my body decides not to respond, its like I am in slow-motion. My eyes are playing tricks on me, I don't see the enemy but my radar says that I'm about to be skull f*cked by them!
There are lot of unanswered questions being asked by everyone. The one that persists with me. Is my mind rejecting this body?
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Che Cortez
Ostrakon Agency
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2013.07.28 11:43:00 -
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Date;
Day: [Redacted] Month: July Year: YC115
Event:
The defeats are quick, moral takes a hit, not many corporations can emotionally survive a beating this bad. Our home is lost. We have multiple people defect, others vow to reclaim what was taken. I might not give a sh*t about leaving our mark, or having a place to call home but that doesn't make me any less loyal to my brothers-in-arms. Just don't let these guys know, they're still happy to believe that taking this planet back and calling it home is worthy. Maybe I just came to realise the end game to quick, money... The bank account is looking thin. I'll go solo to get some frustration out and some blood on my suit.
Maybe I'll to go far, as I sit on top of a useless piece of sh*t I had shot moments before, my weapon cast a few feet way in the dirt and I look at my heavy fists and know the hurt I am about to inflict. I pound my clenched fists into his dropsuit helmet, after the second blow its cracked wide open, I keep pounding until there is a healthy stream of blood flowing out of the visor, before smashing both my thumbs through it, IGÇÖm not sure if it was his brains or the back of helmet but I don't give a sh*t. He stops screaming, sure it was a hell of a way to go, but he wont care. All of us gets used to dying, hell he probably wont even put a bounty on me. ThatGÇÖs the problem outside of the want for money and fame there is nothing, no real grudge unless you want to count mercs stupid egos.
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Che Cortez
Ostrakon Agency
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2013.07.28 11:44:00 -
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Date;
Day: 1st Month: August Year: YC115
When you realize your meaning to life and it sucks, it isnGÇÖt enough. Weeks pass and it only gets worse. The lack of anything and everything. Its Empty ( RP theme music). I walk into a church on planet [redacted] on the outskirts of Atlas the large city. As I approach the large metal doors I pull out my Nova Knife and engrave GÇ£Che CortezGÇ¥. I giggle to myself for a second and push the door open.
A church, with empty pews but to my surprise there is a wedding taking place, only the three of them. The woman in the white wedding dress gives me her attention first as I slowly make my way up the isle.
She gasps, then I remember IGÇÖm still holding my knife. Her to-be turns his attention to me next, wearing a pigeon tailed suit and a old Cowboy hat. His young, maybe early twenties and his face is one of happiness and at the sight of me, a little puzzled.
The Pastor asks me GÇ£Are you here for the wedding?GÇ¥
The bride and groom already know the answer.
GÇ£No,GÇ¥ I reply, GÇ£I here looking for a sense of purpose, fatherGÇ¥
The group although they were preoccupied have given my their full attention. I stop three pews short of them.
The pastor looks up and smiles gently GÇ£IGÇÖm sure God has the answers you seek my son, would you mind waiting, we have just begun the ceremo..GÇ¥
IGÇÖm looking down the iron sights of my scrambler pistol at the shot I just fired . It hits the pastors that is standing between the loving couple, the sound echoing through the hall.
GÇ£I never had time for your GodGÇ¥ I comment, to the remaining lower half of the pastors face.
The fight, flight, freeze kicks in. I watch as the brides face turn to horror, her precious day is getting ruined. I can see the fear growing in her eyes as they widen, she is freezes, paralyzed by dread. I shift my sights at her lovely chest, its going to be heart GÇ£breakingGÇ¥. The Cowboy sprints towards me, he is on me in a moment, incredible. I didn't expect him to be so agile.
He strikes, knocking my knife to the ground, burying his fists into me in a fury of punches attacking me with everything his got! His moment of being a hero is over.
He didnGÇÖt knock the knife out of my hand, I dropped it. His punches do nothing to me, this heavy dropsuit is designed for harsh combat environments. I grab his collar and pull him inches from my face, my gun still on its mark. I pull the trigger.
She is dead before she hits the ground. I continue staring straight in the Cowboys eyes and grin . Watching his eyes, he has failed. His expression is priceless, one of pure utter defeat. I smash my head into his. I let go and he crumbles to the ground. Now to finish this tragedy.
Standing over him, I point my scrambler down at the last man remaining.
Then I hear a distinct sound;
Shields 526
Shields 430
I'm taking hits, I turn.
HEADSHOT!
Shield 0
Armour 430
I recognize the damage output, its a Wolfman Scrambler. I catch a glimpse of who is shooting me. Then a second headshot!
Shield 0
Armour 0
The bullet penetrates my visor. The world goes dark. I laugh at myself, my body starts to cough out blood instead and I fall to my knees. IGÇÖm still alive, ****.
Everything is muffled, I can make out footsteps, whoever that is they slowly walk past me. Must be checking on the survivors. My skull is hurting,more than I care to describe, the remote repairs and shield kick in and start to regenerate.
I get back on my feet, without my eyes I've got no hope. I reach for my neocom on my forearm, I select *suicide*. Before I get to select I feel a hand on my shoulder, followed by my NOVA knife. He slices easily through my dropsuit and flesh.
The Bastard cowboy used my weapon to kill me.
IGÇÖm sitting back in my quarters.
Well that was a mess.
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Che Cortez
Ostrakon Agency
Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2013.07.28 11:57:00 -
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Che Cortez wrote:
Notes: This is not a diary,
Aaroniero d'Lioncourt wrote:
I thought this was Dust 514 forums not your diary.
Damn You CCP Logibro, wasn't expecting you to be so "Johnny on the spot"
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