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| Topic Started: Feb 1 2012, 04:09:37 PM (837 Views) | |
| Szugi | Feb 1 2012, 04:09:37 PM Post #1 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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Imperial Palace, Korsk. Adam van Haven, emperor of Vodrak comfortably occupied a chair in his personal library. He had just finished reading one of his favorite books, "Assassination and Special Reconnaissance Missions during the reign of emperor Sigismund I" and was sipping wine out of a crystalline goblet. In front of him, just next to the door stood Alphonse Butler, his right hand man. -Butler, I take it the invasion has begun?- Adam asked casually -Indeed my lord- Butler replied enthusiastically -the 13th and 16th squad will arrive in Dachsberg in a few minutes with the 11th and 12th companies hot on their heels.- Adam remained silent for a while. He took a few more sips of his wine . Then he said with a heavy sigh: -I will be moving to Ravensgard for the duration of the campaign- then he added -Maybe I will stay there a bit after that.- -But... my lord- Butler protested -the Imperial Palace is very well protected. Everybody here goes through security at least thrice; I guarantee your safety- -You see this wine Butler?- Adam asked while looking over the rim of his glass -It is very good, well aged. But... If I were to leave it open any longer it would spoil, and get sour.- -What are you saying my lord?- Butler asked, trying to conceal his confusion -Butler, Your services are no longer required.- Adam van Haven stated indifferently |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Feb 21 2012, 04:58:53 PM Post #2 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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Private Grigorji looked around the cargo hold of the Harbinger-class transporter. The other soliders of his squad where either pacing restlessly or trying to strike conversation. -Quite pathetic isn't it?- Grigorji turned around. Standing behind him was Sargeant Orsus, a good friend of Grigorji. -I think they are just nervous. Many of these wanna-be soliders haven't even seen real combat- Grigorji remarked -That's what I was reffering to... Why does the 11th always get the yellow-bellies? I mean we used to be an elite squad.- Orsus said with a sigh -We are enroute to Dachsberg- a voice announced over the intercom -ETA two minutes. Prepare for deployment.- -Great... that means it's speech time.- Orsus cursed and just as he finished the commanding officer walked into the middle of the cargo hold. The Commanding officer was Corpral Gurnvald, though everybody reffered to him as "Overseer". He was usually pointlessly cruel and demeaning, but when it came down to real combat he was an excellent leader - maybe that's why command turns a blind eye to his doing in camp? -All right boys.- Overseer began -I want your sorry asses down there guns blazing. Some wanna-be squads got a head start, but we'll show them how it's done.- -Yeah!- some soliders cried out. It was uncommon for Overseers speeches to move anybody but the most unexperienced of recruits. -Gear up.- Overseer said shortly and walked off in the direction of the cockpit. -Great... another inspiring speech.- Orsus said with a sigh -Grigorji, I hope to see you down there. This should be easy, I don't think that the Borsuk are even capable of organized resistance.- -YOu'd be suprised- some seasoned solider said -Right...- Orsus dismissed the thought -ETA one minute. Prepare for deployment.- the voice over the intercome announced The troopers rushed over and grabbed parachutes. Almost all the recruits double checked their gear. It was kind asad to watch as most recruits weern't given much over a standard chest KEvLaR suit, and a simple rifle that most likley dated back to the Democratic Wars. Generaly the rule was the higher your rank, the better you were proteced and equipped. Grigorji as a private wore full-body KEvLaR and had a reinforced chestplate. He had three weapons - a shotgun, a pistol and a rifle, all in excellent condition. Sargeant Orsus on the other hand wore the infamous MkVI Body Gear and had a sniper rifle in addition to granades. All the good stuff in short. Grigorji double checked if his combat drug pack was secured correctly. In battle what helped most Vodrakian soliders was a healthy suplly of morphine in ther blood system. It was injected prior to battle, and kept at a high level during combat. -We are over Dachsberg. Opening hatch. Have fun.- the voice announced. The exit hatch opened and the cargo hold was flooded with the smell of burning wood. The squad lined up and two by two and they jumped out the hatch. |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Mar 7 2012, 03:19:05 AM Post #3 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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The "Grim Joker" was one of the most infamous pubs in Korsk. If you wanted to find a place where you could hire an assassin, kidnapper or in fact any sort of criminal you'd go there. The very fact that Alphonse Butler, once proud right hand man to the emperor's was now wasting away in this pub was a disgrace. Of course thanks to the healthy amount of whiskey Butler no longer cared. -Well, if it isn't Alphonse Butler.- a man said and sat himself next to Butler -Have you really fallen so low since we last saw each other?- The voice was familiar to Butler, but he could not remember to whom it belongs -Unless you want to brawl just leave.- Butler said, finished his glass of whiskey and signaled the barkeep for more. -Don't you remember me?- the man said with a snicker -I was captain of the Imperial Guard for ten years. That is until Adam van Haven began to rule...- -Fascinating. I do not recall asking you for your pitiful life story.- Butler snapped and took the whiskey from a waiter -No, you did not.- the man nodded -However, I feel we are alike you and I.- -No. We are not.- -Oh but we are! Both of us had it all and lost it... due to the same man nonetheless!- -Yeah, and what ya gonna do 'bout it? Adam van Haven moved to Ravensgard, he's untouchable. Even by me.- Butler said and downed his drink -By you perhaps. But there is another person who can help you with revenge...- -Yeah? And who might that be?- -For his safety I will not say here. But come to Blackthorn. He'll meet you there. Be at the Central Station in three days. At noon, he'll be waiting.- the man said and got up -And how will I be able to identify him if I don't even know his name?- Butler asked -Oh don't worry- the man said with a grin -you'll know him- and he walked off, leaving Butler more confused than he had ever been. |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Mar 29 2012, 03:16:09 PM Post #4 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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-Take cover!- some random Borsuk solider yelled, sadly he was a bit too late and Grigorji's grenade exploded killing three soldiers. -Area secure.- Orsus said. Both Orsus and Grigorji have sustained what passes in the Vodrak Military as "minor concussions". Just a broken limb each and Orsus seemed to have a large chunk of metal sticking out of his side. -You may want to remove that, if for estetic reasons alone.- Grigorji said pointing out the slab to his friend -Merely a flesh wound.- Orsus laughed and stumbled a bit -Only soliders who survive the day see a medic, you know this.- -We secured three sectors ON OUR OWN. I'd call this a day- Grigoji sighed -Brass wouldn't. Move out.- Orsus commanded and broke into a brisk sprint. Grigorji followed close on his heels. Suddenly from the left flank someone screamed "Freedom!" and began shooting. The first few shots missed, but then one hit Orsus square in the head. The elder sergeant Orsus stumbled a bit and collapsed. The rest of the hail tore into Grigorji's skin, but due to the combat adrenals Grigorji failed to feel a thing. -Die scum!- Grigorji shouted back and fired a few shots. The Borsuk defender fell quickly. Private Grigorji rushed over to Orsus. He checked for pulse. Nothing. The sergeant was dead. -Protocol 132: Sergeant dead in combat- Grigorji reported over his intercom -Affirmative. I believe congratulations are in order Sergeant Grigorji.- Overseer said over the comm and with a snicker added -You may come back to camp now. All other squads have been pulled off five minutes ago.- Grigorji looked at the corpse of his long time friend. With a smile he turned around and began to ran toward the forward camp. "Great. Promotion. Now I just might survive this campaign." He didn't feel no shame for his fallen comrade, no pity. Nothing. This was how he had been trained. This was how everybody was trained. |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Apr 17 2012, 02:46:55 PM Post #5 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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As Butler exited the train station in Blackthorn, he couldn't help but notice all the news about "the glorious assimilation of the lands under the usurper Borsuk rule". The operation was going better than Butler anticipated, and far better than he had hoped after they fired him. He noticed a big group of well-dressed people. The one in the middle of the group seemed somehow familiar, though Butler could not remember where he had seen the man. The man was tall, well dressed even for a nobleman, and had a mane of flowing black hair. The man seemed to instantly notice Butler and gestured for him to come closer. -Alphonse Butler I presume!- He said as Butler walked closer to the big group. The man's voice was deep and booming. His eye's were piercing blue, and ,even though he was smiling, they had some malice and coldness in them. -You must have recognized me as well!- -Can't say I did my lord.- Butler said and gave a polite, shallow bow. -No? No matter! It means I've managed to keep a low profile!- He laughed. The entire group laughed along, though Butler saw nothing funny in what the man said. He must be someone of great importance for a group of people to laugh when he does -Let me introduce myself then! I am Kordian van Haven, brother to the Emperor himself!- A chill ran down Butler's back. Kordian van Haven. Many people saw him as a nice, open and warm personae, but Butler, having served the dynasty for decades knew better. Kordian wanted to usurp rule from his brother some time ago. The attempt was all hush-hush so that nobody knew of it. Needless to say if failed miserably despite a successful poisoning attempt and a few highly-skilled assassins. Bottom line, the assassins were Borsuk, so Adam van Haven ordered a genocide of them, and Kordian, who was his borther and whom he had no heart [or wouldn't be bothered] to kill, he exiled far from Korsk to Blackthorn, a city near to the border with the dubious nation of Packillvania. -It... is... an honor, my lord...- Butler uttered. He had no idea what Kordian was up to inviting him to Blackthorn. -We should speak more in my palace Butler my boy! Do you remember what fun we had when I was younger back in Korsk? We can talk all about that... and your current troubles, in Blackstone Place.- Kordian said, and then added in a hushed voice -and there we will be mercifully free of any privy ears, I can assure you that.- Butler knew where this was going... |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Apr 23 2012, 02:21:11 PM Post #6 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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-Ah! Sergeant Grigorji, you're back!- Corpral Gurnvald known as "Overseer" explained as Grigorji crawled back into the camp -I wanted to make sure I was the first to congratulate you in person for your promotion! You will find your new equipment and stims in the sergeant tent over there- he added and pointed to a large black tent situated near the middle of the camp -Medic...- Grigorji managed to say and immediately a jolt of pain threw him to his knees. The stims were wearing out fast, a bit longer and he'll be in agonizing pain. -Right!- Overseer said and began to yell for a medic. Two men dressed in crimson robes with armored plates on the chest and shoulders and wearing black intimidating masks ran over and took Grigorji carefully to a tent not far away from the sergeant tent. The interior of the medical tent resembled more a torture chamber than a medical facility, but style never mattered in the Vodrakian Military, effects count. The medic operated on Grigorji for an hour, using all kinds of apparatus to fix his broken bones and a myriad of stims to accelerate the healing process. After they put away their toys the medics began to whisper. Grigorji slowly sat down on the operating table. His whole body felt numb and sore, but he felt no pain, and all of his bones worked fine. One of the medics approached Grigorji and gave a curt, theatrical bow. -Sergeant, welcome back. How are you feeling?- the medic's voice was metallic, hard and not soothing at all. Hearing it was like having someone scrape their nails on a board. -Fine... thanks... a bit numb though- Grigorji didn't want to extend the conversation longer than it was necessary. The medic threw himself on the sergeant and began inspecting his limbs and stitches. -We feared...- the medic started and then he took a step back from Grigorji. -The procedure went smoothly, but... you are developing stim sickness. You have a day or two of combat before... I do not think I must explain further?- Grigorji nodded. Stim sickness was not so much a disease as a neurological reaction to overdose or prolonged use of stims, and it was one of the most common reasons of deaths of Vodrakian soldiers. In its weakest form it just causes severe mental damage, insanity, and partial or whole paralysis. The worst outcome was death by agonizing pain as the nerve system seemed to reverse the working of the stim. Victims would squirm in their beds for two or five days in agonizing, immense pain which could not be reduced as any stims or medicine would simply cause more pain. The victims sometimes go as far as eating their own tongue to stop the pain and die. Grigorji got up and walked out of the tent and headed straight to the sergeant's tent. He got in it, passed a few sergeant and began to adorn his new armor. Some of the others began to whisper - apparently the news of his possible illness went out fast. Overseer paraded into the tent and the chatter stopped. -Sergeant Grigorji! I've heard about your illness!- Corpral Gurnvald said and walked up to Grigorji who was already dressed in sergeant MkII armour. Gurnvald looked at the sergeant as if expecting to see some symptoms. -Anyways... you know the policy about stim sickness?- -Yes...- Grigorji said. -Well, I have to tell you anyways. You will not receive any special treatment, however you can reduce the stim dosage... as much as you wish, but any less than 75% of the suggested dosage might fail to prevent the pain of injury.- -No thanks, I will use the full dosage.- Corpral Gurnvald looked at Grigorji with a surprised expression on his face and nodded slightly. -Of course...- the corpral said and turned on his heel and began to walk out -I will also add one more solider to your... um... squad. Enjoy- |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | May 5 2012, 03:50:03 PM Post #7 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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-How's life treating you my dear Butler?- Kordian van Haven asked as he and Butler slowly walked through the empty halls of Blackstone Palace -Rumor is my brother... that is the Emperor... relieved you of your duty?- -Yes. That is indeed true, lord.- Butler said with a heavy sigh -The Emperor and I did not see anymore eye-to-eye on many matters, and His Highness deemed that He could not afford any dichotomy in His palace... So I was told to step down... one way or another- Butler added. -Most unfortunate! Especially after you have severed the Dynasty for over two generations!- Kordian said. Butler heard the false sympathetic tone, but did not dare remark upon it. It would be foolish to risk pissing off the man who is now in utter control of entire southern Vodrak. They walked for a bit in silence. After five minutes they entered a small room, with heavy oaken doors at the far end. -I hear my... the Emperor has began a campaign against the Borsuk tribes to the south?- Kordian said as they approached the door -It is no secret.- Butler murmured coldly -Indeed. But information on the politics of Korsk is scant here in the south. This of course works to my advantage as I have absolute rule here...- -You speak blasphemy.- -Perhaps. But it is the truth. - -Even so, Blackthorn is too close to those blasted hive barbarians in the east.- -I do not fear them. Vodrak has ample security emplacements in my opinion, and the hive would not bother with us anyways. They have other predicaments. They see space as a frontier.- -It is rather foolish to look to the stars when your enemies beset you at all sides.- -Enemies?- Kordian said with a slow mocking tone -They do not have enemies. Not by a long shot. They might be primitive, but their hive connection gains them a certain strength. Or so I believe.- -I would rather see it as the Emperor desires. Though I would not believe that they are so backwards, if indeed they begin to take to the stars.- Butler said with a smirk -As you say, my dear Butler.- Kordian said with a faint grin - Anyhow. I did not bring you here to discuss the situation on our border with The Hive. Rather... to discuss matters concerning our own... politics. If you get my meaing- -I was rather afraid this was not a visit for chatter and tea...- -Tea? Korsk must have trained you hard if you chose tea over alcohol.- -Perhaps- Butler said and let Kordian know he was not interested in this type of conversation -So my proposition. I am sure you know.- Kordian said as he slowly opened the heavy oaken doors. -I do. Though I am not sure what you offer in return.- They entered the next room. It was vast, with one end being barely visible from where they were standing. Chandeliers decorated the ceiling, and painting hung proudly on the wall. The middle of the room was rather empty - it might be used as a ball room or something similar. Butler thought he saw someone enter through the doors on the far side of the room. -My offer is simple. You aid me in my brother's retirement gift and I give you control of one city.- -Korsk- -Let's not be hasty...- -Already taken?- -That's not what...- -Then I want Korsk- Butler insisted -Look Kordian... You will not be able to take Ravensgard. Even with all the support, and the war. The Guards are utterly devoted to their master, and it is only him who decides who lives or who dies withing Ravensgard.- -Very well...- Krodian sighed heavily -You drive a hard bargain Alphonse Butler, Duke of Korsk.- -Contrary to you, my Emperor- Butler said with a mocking ceremonial bow. -Where do we begin?- -You can start by meeting my team, and then we'll draw some plans.- -We better act quick- Butler said with a worried expression -Every hour places our operetion under more stress; I do not know how many of my 'men' are still in Ravensgard...- -As you say.- Kordian said, and Butler thought he could see as a smiled flickered across his face... |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Jun 6 2012, 01:11:36 PM Post #8 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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Grigorji walked calmly through the suppressing fire of the Borsuk commandos. Bullets tore into his flesh, but his helmet and new sergeant armor prevented any vital organs getting too damaged. -This Borsuk commando emplacement is the last one in this sector. Take it out and you may return to base.- Overseer's voice boomed over the communicator. With a grim smile Grigorji looked at his new squad member. The rookie clearly hasn't seen much combat as he bothered to run from cover to cover. Either that or his combat drugs weren't working properly. Grigorji slowly reached for one of his combustion grenades and tossed it into the gun emplacement now just meters away from him. The Borsuk commandos screamed, but they were too slow. Before any of them could move the grenade exploded and bright crimson flame engulfed them. Grigorji jumped straight into the fire, howling in dull ecstasy as the flames scorched his flesh. He pulled out his combat knife and quickly and efficiently began to dispatch the burning commandos - slicing each one twice to make sure that they stay down. -Why won't you die?- one of the Borsuk managed to mutter before he fell to Grigojis merciless blade. For a moment the sergeant contemplated the massacre he had wrought. -Why? I ask myself the same question.- he said finally. He turned around and looked at the rookie, who was also looking at the corpses of the Borsuk. -Let's move out.- Grigorji said to him. The newbie acknowledged the order with a curt nod. The rookie began to weave his way again though cover. Something in this odd behavior struck Grigorji as particularly odd - didn't the newbie hear over the comlink that the area was clear? Before Grigorji could make anything out of it a sudden jolt of pure agony washed over him. He fell to his knees and screamed. Each bullet wound suddenly began to throb with pain as Grigorji seemed to relive every wound. The combat drugs weren't enough anymore. This could only mean one thing - the stim sickness had developed far quicker than anyone could expect. Grigorji dropped on the floor and began squirming around as the pain slowly tore at his sanity. He screamed loudly and wildly. The only thoughts he had were to escape the pain, to somehow flee. The sergeant felt that he was slowly slipping out of consciousness. He heard soemthing over his comlink -Subject 15230. Status: succumbing to stim sickness. New stim packs do not solve the problem. Inform high command.- The last thing Grigorji saw were the black boots of Borsuk soldiers. -He's still alive.- One of the commandos said -Not for long. He overdosed on the stims.- A second one said -Shall we put him out of his misery?- the third commando whispered as he loaded his pistol and pointed it at Grigorji. -No.- The first one said again -He might yet survive. And may be of use to us yet... Take him back to the keep. And clear out. The Vodrakians think this area secure. Plant the mines on the double.- |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Jun 16 2012, 06:35:15 PM Post #9 |
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Alphonse Butler collapsed onto his bed in his room in Blackstone Palace. He had spent the last three days discussing attack stratagems, contacting his people within Ravensgard and, to top it all off, he was forced by Kordian to part take in the aristocratic life of Blackthorn. He generally regarded this as a bad move on van Haven's part, as the Emperor surely had His own spies in Blackthorn, and alerting Him to Butler's presence within the city was risky. But he dare not explain this to Kordian and risk his wrath - the Emperor's brother was known to be fickle and aggressive. On the third day most of the plans began to come together. Alphonse's men were already on almost every shift in Ravensgard so they should have no problem getting into the citadel, and Kordian informed Butler that their transportation to Ravensgard was ready to leave at any moment. Their plan was to avoid passing through Korsk as the Emperor had His eyes all over the city and going by unnoticed would be hard if not impossible, and to sail at high speed to Ravensgard. Then they would be let in by Butler's men, who would've taken care of the rest of the guards. After that all they would need to do was kill the Emperor, which for now seemed to be the hardest part of the plan as Adam van Haven was known for his swordsmanship and His armor was almost impervious to any bullet the conspirators could arrange on short notice. So Butler and Kordian decided it would be best to either blow the Emperor to pieces or, the more subtle option, to attack him with as many warriors as possible to tire him out. Sadly, Kordian was apprehensive about participating in the fight, fearing his Brother may kill him swiftly, ending the coup all together. With everything in place all Butler could do was wait until Kordian van Haven gave his orders. And that could happen at any given moment. So Butler lay in his room, half asleep, ready to jump into his armor and grab his sword at a moments notice. But the order didn't come for so very long. Butler woke and slowly stretched his limbs. He preformed as series of exercises to be fit to battle and then he began to stare blankly through the window. So past one hour... And another... and another... Then, just as Butler was about to grab a book and read, two men dressed in black robes jumped into his room. -Sir, it is time.- one said. Then they departed as quickly as they came. Butler jumped and in a few minutes adorned his armor and threw his black robe to conceal it and his weapons. On the black robes they had decided yesterday, and the one who insisted most on them was Koridan -We have to enter in class! Besides, this way the Emperor, may His rule be short, might mistaken us for his palace guards.- No one dared oppose Koridan, so they all agreed. Butler ran out of his room and began to quickly make his way to the harbor from where they would sail to Ravensgard. Just as he was about to jump into the bout a thought came to his mind This is almost too easy... |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Aug 20 2012, 01:52:29 PM Post #10 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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Grigorji squirmed at the newest jolt of pain. A maniacal laughter filled the room he was in. The Boruk had been interogating him for the past few days. They demanded information on some odd stim test he supposedly took part in. At first Grigorji was happy to answer every question - only fair since they saved his life. But after the first question he failed to answer in a way the Borsuk expected him to, the interrogation began. It seemed that the Borsuk were just as inventive when it came to dealing pain as the Vodrakians - courtesy of the ASR undoubtedly. As it was, Grigorji was missing five teeth, had three broken limbs and about all of his fingernails ripped off. But the Borsuk were smart. They never dealt more pain then was necessary - not enough to kill him, but enough to knock him out. Then they just woke him up, and began over again. -You vill tell us vat ve vant to know. Or you VILL SUFFER!- The interrogator, and especially hideous creature named Panx, said. Panx never raised his voice too high. He usually spoke in a calm, almost seductive way. The fact that now he was shouting was only proof that the Borsuk were getting desperate, meaning that the war was slowly tipping in Vodraks favour. Cold comfort though it was, it gave Grigorji a sense of dull revenge. -Now... Ve vill ask again. Vere are ve headquarters and who leads ve army. Tell us and your pain vill end... for the time being at least.- Panx always spoke in plural when referring to himself. Grigorji had no idea why. THe pain usually stopped him from even noticing it, so much as contemplating it. -I.... I... t-t-told you.... I do not... know....- Grigorji panted. For the past two hours he had been repeatedly brought to a point of drowning, but pulled out just before asphyxiation. A crude interrogation compared to what the ASR were capable of, most notably what was called 'the nightmare', but it was still enough to cause incredible pain. -Vhy do you resists us?- Panx asked, his voice sweet -We only vant to help you... yes... we do... It is the commanders vat vant you dead. We vant you to be free, maybe even join us... but we have to give vem someving! Anyving. So... at least the headquarters... Vat do you say? Tell us, and ve vill give you food! Yes, real food! We know you haven't eaten for days now...- -I already told you... they...- Grigorji passed out. He was quickly brought back -Ve HQ.- Panx reminded him -They... change it... every two days... whatever I know is useless.- -You do not understand yet?!- Panx screamed and took a tool from its stand. -You are just as usefull to us as you information. Vithout it... you are... blind.- Panx said and began to remove Grigorji's eyeballs. The sergeant screamed. |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Sep 25 2012, 05:10:44 PM Post #11 |
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The journey to Ravensgard itself was painfully uneventful, and all the members of the small rebellion group were anxious to grab some action. So when the boats finally docked on the island of Ravensgard all of them jumped out of the boats as if they caught fire. They rushed quickly to the servants entrance and they were let in without any question or denial. The rebels rushed into the palace-fortress and split into predetermined groups. Butler was in a group with Kordian and a man known as "the butcher". The Butcher was a chief suspect in various murder and homicide cases, however all the charges were dropped due to low amount of evidence, and in the end the Butcher was sent off to Blackthorn to do his mischief there. Many groups were tasked with simply to cause as much distraction as possible to pull all attention from the two main groups. Butcher's group was tasked with dealing with the emperor himself whilst another group with Kordians most trusted officers were entrusted with eliminating the chief of the Shadow Guard, Karvian Jurevicz, a loyalist and the third most influential man in Vodrak. Butcher ran first twirling his axe in wide arcs despite that there were no enemies within plain sight. Kordian ran in the middle - rather strolled causally all the while admiring the beauty of Ravensgard. Butler ran last, sword and pistol drawn and alert to all the possible traps the Emperor may have set for them. But no amount of caution would allow him to spot what was coming. Out of the dark three members of the Shadow Guard jumped and attacked Butcher. One of the three assailants was killed before he even manged do do anything, whilst the other two were dispatched with some difficulty but also rather quickly. Then the Butcher suddenly dropped dead - a knife sticking through his throat. -Good evening brother.- a fell voice echoed across the gardens in which Kordian and Butler stood. -And you faithful Butler, most excellent that you lured my brother out of his scheming. I thought I'd never get rid of him.- Out of the gloom a figure clad in black armor strode out. Butler reacted quickly and shot twice. His shots landed true, but the armor didn't even dent from the shots. -Now now. That is rather rude.- the Emperor laughed. -Brother. Your reign of terror ends now.- Kordian said and drew his own blade. The sword flickered slightly. Butler guessed it was built to allow an electric current pass through it. -Indeed? I do not think so.- Adam van Haven said and he drew his own blade. The Emperor's blade was the pinnacle of Vodrakian technology [and improved slightly with whatever technological innovations the ASR could gleam]. The blade was black and, even in the night light, one could see the smoke billow from it. Anything so much as scratched by the blade would get any warmth and water instantly sucked out of it. The Emperor called the blade Requiem. -As for you my dear Butler. You have played your part. You may leave before you also die- |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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| Szugi | Jan 20 2013, 05:43:02 PM Post #12 |
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You got blood on my Suit.
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Run That was the only thought that crossed Grigorji's mind. Run He had just killed the assisant interrogator and escaped his cell. Run He heard the sounds of shots fired in the distance. Blasts echoing in distance corridors. Men shouting in some unintelligible language. Run He just managed to turn a corner. He had only on good eye as the other was removed by the master-interrogator. Turns out he was a rouge member of ASR. How exactly the ASR let a rouge live was unfathomable. Run He could smell fresh air. So close. So close... So close... ... Block. Riposte. Blow. Counter-blow. The flurry of combat was almost instinct to Adam. It was simple, easy. Kordian on the other had was barely keeping up with his brother. Adam circled round Kordian, and fought with an almost per-natural grace. Kordian's swordsmanship was clumsly, and depended on slow, but powerful blows. Against an opponent as lithe as Adam van Haven this technique was as good as useless, but Kordian knew no other way to fight. -Come on brother! You have grown lax!- Adam laughed as he exploited a opening in Kordian's defense. What could've been a mortal blow was just a small wound. But in addition to the other 50 small wounds drained Kordian of his strength. -Stop running around and fight me!- Kordian bellowed -But we are having so much fun!- This carried on for at least four more minutes, with Kordian badly outmatched. -Very well. I tire of this game.- Adam said finally. With a quick move he brought his sword in a wide swing to Kordian's neck. The man had almost no chance of reacting. His head fell neatly off his shoulders. Adam made a quick side step to avoid the gush of blood. -You, guard.- Adam turned to a Shadow Guard almost immediately. -Clean this mess up.- -My lord!- Karvian Jurevicz, the captain of the Shadow Guard was limping toward the Emperor -My lord, are you all right? We are under...- the captain cut his remark short as he noticed the bodies of the Butcher and Kordian -Yes Karvian. I noticed.- Adam said flatly -What I am interested in is how exactly did they get in.- the Emperor wiped his sword and leered at the captain. -I... I... I do not know my lord. I will see to it.- Karvian saluted and collapsed on the ground -Just... just after a nap...- -Get up.- Adam said -Tend to your wounds and get back to work.- Two Shadow Guards appeared and dragged Karvian away. -I want this mess cleaned up before breakfast! And someone find Butler. Makes little diffrence if you bring me his corpse. But I want him in my office by noon- Adam said and walked off. -Between assassination attempts and meeting I barely get any sleep...- he muttered as he walked into his chambers... ... Butler watched Kordian get decapitated from behind a tree. He didn't need to hear the rest. He just ran. He had to get back to the beachhead. But where after that? Where could he run? He lost his last hope, and the Emperor will never forget his betrayal. One thing he knew for sure. He must run away, run far away from here... ... |
| "Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?" --HK-47 | |
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