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 Post subject: Free at last....
PostPosted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:29 pm 
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He wiped the mirror with his towel after a long shower. Azurhal looked at his face, teeth, inspected his nails. He thought to himself, bah! they make these clones cheaper everyday. A long hot shower although not needed felt good. He needed it to clear his mind. Being on the front lines every minute of his life since he was recruited by CVA was taking its toll on his mind. Constant explosions, clone jumps and that weird feeling of waking up in someone else's body after each white flash.
Today was an important day, a day that he has been thinking about for a long time. He was recruited by a corp thats a member of CVA on his second day as a capsuleer. He did not know what he was getting in to, he was hungry for war and his first corp gave him just that without any delays. Azurhal has been thinking, he tried to be different than other pilots that he fought side by side with. Their lives were pretty much pre-determined by their alliance. Complete control over everything, he flew where they wanted him to fly and he killed whoever they wanted dead. Every little red dot on his overview was another bad guy, no matter who. Did not matter who they were, if the alliance decided they are a thereat to slavery, they were bad guys. Of course this was just a charade, Azurhal knew the whole Providence being a safe heaven for neuts was a population tactic for CVA to gain more allies and strengthen their defenses while diverting attention of their enemies. Very slick but not quite. Things started to rush though Azurhal's head. He went over his plan and his reasons one more time. After all, this was a very hard decision. He was basically flying for slavers. He hated slavery. He was a Gallante pilot who prouded himself by protecting the weak and bringing freedom to all. How did he end up like this? How did things turn like that. It was no coincedence. Free training, 0.0 access and make-belive ranks had him so excited he forgat who he was. He forgat what he wanted to fight for and started fighting someone elses war. A war that he did not believe in. A war that turned him to a slave just like the ones he helped transfer. He just did not had the actual chains on his wrists.
Today was the day, no turning back. His computer had his farewell email already ready to send as soon as he left the premises. He moved all his stuff the day before, secretly using the CVA jumbridges, out to safety. He knew he needed his equipment for what to come. He appproached and entered his capsule. The ambiotic fluid started to pour in from the entry holes. He hated this part the most. The warm fluid started to fill his lungs, he coughed and felt like he was choking for a second. As his lungs started to absorb the oxygen in the fluid his muscles relaxed and stopped twtiching. Hangar controls was already set to place him to the last ship, a Hurricane, he left in Providence. Although he was pushed to go after Amarr ships, he took a liking for Minmatar equipment and switched his training schedule completely to projectile weapons and minmatar ships. This particular Hurricane was setup with close range auto-cannons, tracking enhancers to get out of trouble if needed. He also had tackle with him for a surprise encounter. After all he had no fleet, support or scout. He was on his own and wanted blow anyone to oblivion that wanted to come and tackle him.
Azurhal was alliginig his Hurricane to the next gate when he realized there was one of the alliance officers that he always had issues with. Azurhal thought to himself. His goodbye email was already sent out, his equipment was already shipped out and contracted to him, he basically had nothing to lose if he engaged. In the blink of an eye Azurhal switched his thoughts towards the alliance officers drake. Officers ship entered warp, and azurhal saw it go towards the 3rd belt in system. He took a chance and warped to the same belt. As his hurricane arrived in the astroid belt, Azurhal saw that the officer was busy getting aggro from a Sansha battleship. He turned on his mwd and started his targeting system to get a lock on officers drake. Officer was too busy to recognize that he was being targeted by an ally and did not respond. Things changed quickly as Azurhal turned on his scrambler, crippling the officers battlecruiser down to standard propulsion speeds. Now things started to get serious. Azurhal knew he had the officer, all he had to do was start firing and he could send him back to his maker. He was only 4 jumps away from highsec and he would be gone long before they can come out with a fleet to hunt him down. Right at that moment he stopped dead in his tracks. Every day he spent in his alliance started to pass in front of his eyes as mini flashbacks. He realized that he turned in to what he condemed himself. A warrior was nothing without his pride and honour and it meant much more than revenge or a remark on his killboard. This was cowardly and honor-less, he could not do this and then expect to get accepted within other honorable warriors. As he steered his Hurricane towards D6 gate, he turned off his scrambler. The dumbfounded officer watched as his ship left the system. When Azurhal reached the Kari gate in YMP a rush of feelings got a hold of him. He looked at the black skies of what he swore to defend one last time as an ally and jumped to high security space. By virtue of complete considence he saw the great warrior Karn Mithralia on his communications computer. Azurhal immediatly sent a message and after a brief silence the communciations computers of Karn and his ship syncronized. After handshake protocols, important recruitment information was exchanged and they both went their own way like nothing happend.
Azurhal was out of Providence. He was outside the chains of his previous alliance. He could do anything he wanted to do and fight for a banner that he actually belived in. First time he felt ....free.
Azurhal docked and transferred the coordinates from his communication computer to his navigation systems of his covert ops frigate. He wanted to travel light. As he undocked and alligned his ship towards NKB space, he thought to himself speaking to his ship. Alright girl, I hope we get a warm welcome whereever we are destined to. Then he turned on his cloaking device out of habit. You never know.

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 Post subject: Re: Free at last....
PostPosted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:32 pm 
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:28 pm 
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too long >_<

but i read it anyways lol

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 Post subject: Re: Free at last....
PostPosted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 6:39 pm 
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Loki Ogmundr wrote:
too long >_<

but i read it anyways lol


this ! :P


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