Zyanic
BetaMax.
6
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Posted - 2013.08.02 15:05:00 -
[1] - Quote
The moons of Essence housed some of the most idiotic, yet vibrant men in New Eden as it was said that everyone placed this godly place would have 2 paths to take with branches beyond them. To be born of the Pure Gallente race, we mercenaries thought of ourselves as the best of the best. Trying to outdo the Caldari in weaponry, soldiers, resources, in every way possible we wanted to win.
I came home to Essence after assisting the Minmatar in a Conquest battle to defend Molden Heath from Amarr Mercs. My mind wasn't in the best of conditions. I've been inside of a Corporation and have been a spy for months now as I've been sent to gather information on their powers. As a Gallente Official, I need to inquire each of the known Gallente Corp's strength to see of their effectiveness in a battle against he Amarr and Caldari. For a while now they've seemed like a fun group earning money here and there, trusting each other in every way possible on and off the field. The CEO being a nice guy and the members prime followers in both body and spirit. Relaying all of my seeings to Gallente Prime I told them that they'd be perfect in assaults towards taking Caldari Prime. The issue that came over me was that i sent that message 18 weeks ago and still no word. People I've always spoken to inside the Government all stopped speaking to me and my family was taken into prison. When the CEO caught whiff of this he immediately called a meeting.
I was struck by nothing.... no emotion.... no care.... no nothing.... I was a so-called "patriot" for my race as I've fought whenever i was needed and asked no questions. My CEO met with his Directors and kicked me out of the Corporation with no feelings at all. That was actually the first time I saw him without a smile. Days later my quarters were sieged by the Government with the idea of me being a Caldari spy. So, I left Essence and went to Molden Heath.... the Mercenary Battleground with every other Merc looking like me, nothing to live for but for money, allies, and themselves. New Eden's underground contained everything i have seen since my first battle in Sing Laison.
I had to find myself quarters with no income and equipment to defend myself. I knew enough of the dirty messes in Molden to know of some Corporations to blackmail for profit and increase my assets and income. Took me about 3 months to become a Mercenary fighting for the Minmatar Republic. Was contracted a couple of times to fight in battles as a sniper for Squad 2 in a battle in Tartaven against terrorist. I made a new life away from my homeland and found friends and allies. 8 months as a Mercenary changed me and i became something greater than before. Until the Amarr attacked our pilots in Minmatar territory. The surprise attack caused many of our ships to burn and explode. The attack wasn't expected at all, so the Government called in mercenaries to help get support against the Amarr assault. I wasn't needed considering i was a sniper. The entire District i was on cleared out as pilots and soldiers went to help their Minmatar brothers. I was alone and confronted by 2 men. They sat down with me at a table in the quarter's bar and showed me photos of myself in a Caldari suit. Blackmailing me to set an explosive in this bar and detonate it when the men came back. I told them no. Confused they began to get up and walk out until i said,
"For 30 million ISK I'll do it though" they agree.
When the transaction was complete I set a bomb in the lower levels and in the bar. I was ready to betray men for money just like i was always willing to do. I didn't care about them, besides these men were hooked up to clones for instant conscience. The men returned and we all sat down to tell stories of what happened and i simply stole a pilot's ship, left and detonated the bombs destroying the entire place. I heard no screams and kept telling myself, "It's fine".
I took the ship to Caldari territory and was caught by their forces after they boarded my "new" ship. Taken hostage and placed inside a prison i simple sat there waiting for the mice to eat me alive and clear my head. It wasn't until the near moments of my death through starvation that i remembered the faces of those i left. The ones at the bar i killed, my family who're dead by now, the members of my old Corporation who gave me deadly stares, and my captors who simply looked at me. I smiled and laughed, then just looked up at the cell's ceiling and told whatever god was up there that i wanted something better than the life of 666, but a lucky triple 7.
I woke up to grandmother calling me downstairs for breakfast with toast and a quick bagel with no jelly. Said good morning and ran out to the Summer streets and made plans for the beach. All of my friends waited for me to arrive with the alcohol and chips for a barbeque. My day in the sun got me a wicked tan and i went home. 2 hours after a well needed nap I just turned on my PS3 and my computer. Setting myself up for the mood of killing reds on the ground and mining for profit in the sky. I took 3 paths in one day... still no led me to where i wanted to go. |