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Verone
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Posted - 2006.08.13 01:26:00 -
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Recently I've been thinking of a lot of angles regarding RP in Eve. Moreover, the Amarr. For the last couple of years I've opposed them in RP terms, or their Ideology at least and their faith.
So now I'm starting to feel the urge to experience the other side of the fence. I intend to write a short group of stories, four in total charting the life of an Admiral in the Imperial Navy.
Hopefully those who do play Amarrian loyalists in game will enjoy what I've written so far.
As this is something I'm new to in RP terms (Playing a religious fanatic) forgive me me if my writing is a little... off at first.
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They seemed so far away, so venerable, so alone against the vast black backdrop they fronted. Twelve minute glistening blue booster trails shimmered as they left the rear of their vessels, propelling them towards their destiny.
His eyes squinted and re-focused to dissipate the image of himself reflected in the enormous yet crystal clear vacuum sealed window he stood before.
They began to shimmer against the blue-tinted light reflected by the nearby moon that orbited Misaba III, growing close enough for the golden color of their armor plated hulls to become visible.
Admiral Ravin Mimian smiled, his aged features reflected in the silicate glass surface.
"Such a beautiful sight. Six hundred men aboard each, such devotion. Willing to lay down their lives for their faith in our lord."
He lifted his head as if to speak to the heavens themselves, a tear forming in his eye, his own copy of the Pax Amarria clutched tightly to his chest, as if protecting the heart beneath. A heart which beat only for the preservation of the Amarrian faith and it's future, and swift destruction for those whom would dare to oppose the voice of god.
"Bless us all, divine father. We truly are your chosen children, and may those who lose their place in your sacred golden fleet on this day find comfort in their sacrifice and a new beginning at your side, in your eternal service."
The aging Amarrian lowered his head, as if to pay homage to those who had not yet been lost, lifting it in time to see the twelve ships draw into close visual range.
The twelve Zealot class heavy assault cruisers thundered towards the main mass of the Imperial Navy fleet, breaking into two close cut delta formations, one perching atop the other as they drew near. Ravin's smile once again returned as the twelve ships, a true testament to the superiority of Amarrian technology hurtled through the golden metallic canyon created by his own Imperial Issue Armageddon Class battleship, and an almost physically identical Navy Issue Armageddon class that flanked his starboard side.
The sheer skill of the Imperial pilots still amazed Mimian, even after sixty years of loyal service. He craned his neck to watch as the two formations broke apart like clockwork, the top squad peeling upwards, their formation tightening as they slipped between two gargantuan Apocaylpse class ships, two of forty-nine identical ships, divided into five strike groups that made up the front line of the main force. The fiftieth apocalypse class vessel, an Imperial class like his own commanded by Admiral Kezti Sundara, Chief Executive Officer of the Imperial Navy.
The second group of heavy assaults came to a halt several kilometers off the starboard bow of the Imperial Class Armageddon, jostling into position as the power was cut to their Fusion propulsion systems, the deep blue vapour from the seperate ports flickering in unison then extingushing to leave their thruster ports glowing a distinct deep yellow with the immense heat.
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Verone
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Posted - 2006.08.13 01:28:00 -
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Ravin returned his attention to the tactical bridge, turning on his heel and striding towards his padded seat at the command console. Deep green velvet robes edged and intricately decorated with golden thread trailed in his wake as he passed various control and command stations, crewmembers dillignatly performing final vital system checks before the fleet of over 150 vessels in total, including Slicer class frigates, Augoror class cruisers, as well as Guardian support cruisers and a selection of the Imperial Navy's finest Prophecy class battlecruisers headed into the fray.
Captain Mimian reached his place at the console glancing down at six touchscreens packed with scrolling data, and ship system status reports. He peered at the largest, central screen which displayed a tactical overlay of the entire vessel giving detailed data on power useage and critical system information. His eyes scanned the screen as he craned his head to the right, glancing across at one of the many smaller consoles as he addressed the striking young Amarrian woman who manned it.
"Lieutenant, overcharge the aft capactior banks to one hundred and ten percent operational capacity, I think she'll handle it just fine. We need to give these filthy Republic swine something to think about."
"Yes sir."
The reply came sharply, and in a deeply professional tone. Admiral Mimian smiled to himself at such a promising young officer as he slipped on his headset from a stand, the cold metallic surface of the headband sending a shiver down his spine as it made contact with the bald crown of his scalp.
He watched as the list of vessel names on a screen to his left began to light up green, signifying their arming, munitions and drone loading was complete and their capacitor array were fully charged for battle. Instantly on placing the headset to his ears he could hear the preperation chatter between the commanding officers of various strike groups priming themselves for battle. One voice stood out, that of the Fleet Admiral and Imperial Navy Commander, Kezti Sundara.
"All divisions call in order of strike group rank, and confirm green status for hyperspace. Alpha, Complete."
Mimian Spoke out, the boom microphone milimeters from his lips.
"Beta, Complete."
Several other voices could be heard sounding off in sequence as the Amarrian glanced around the cavernous expanse of the bridge, over 100 meters wide at it's largest point, narrowing to the front with the natural shap of the ship's bow. The vast expanse of the vacuum sealed windows before him were crystal clear, their inner surface smooth and adorned with a projected tactical overlay identifying the signatures and callsigns of all other vessels in visual range, as well as their classes, distance and velocity.
Once again Commander Sundara's voice boomed in his ears.
"We have location confirmation on the Republic Strike group's main force. All vessels to 80 percent velocity, repeat, eight - zero, prepare for hyperspace."
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Verone
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Posted - 2006.08.13 01:29:00 -
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Mimian glanced around the bridge, placing his copy of the Pax in a stand on the console in front of him.
"Thruster power to eighty percent, prepare for hyperspace."
He tapped at several icons on the touchscreen directly beside his leather bound holy book, and removed the headset as Mr Sundara's voice boomed across the bridge via a network of loudspeakers set into it's high cut cieling.
"Today, fellow citizens of the Empire, loyal and devoted servants of god, let us pray.
Let us demonstrate to the Matari heathens that we shall endeavour to bring to them enlightment, whether they choose to accept it and come into the service of those loyal to our holy father, or whether they choose to lay down their lives and face judgement for their sins under the scrutiny of the lord.
Lord, give us strength. Grant us the ability to purge from New Eden those who wish to oppose the divine path that you have chosen for us. Grant us the power to carry out your will, for we shall endeavour to serve you to the best of our abilities until our terminal breath.
Holy father, bless us all as we fly now into battle, to bring justice by a swift hand, and to decimate all those who oppose and seek to destroy the Amarrian faith, for we are truly your chosen children, who shall serve you for all eternity.
AMARR VICTOR!"
Admiral Mimian placed his hand on the deep brown cover of the hundred year old holy book, a tear forming in the corner of his eye. He could have sworn he felt a tinge of warmth radiated into his hand from it's surface as the propulsion systems shut down under the will of the Fleet Admiral's control and the warp core on the Imperial Issue Armageddon, call sign "Imperial Devotion" sprung into life, lurching the ship forward as it glided effortlessly into hyperspace.
The battle to come would truly define his destiny.
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Kaidia DragonFly
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Posted - 2006.08.20 00:15:00 -
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Well done really well done. Can't wait to read the rest. Keep it up.
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Sanctus Gabriel
Mordu's Elite
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Posted - 2006.08.20 11:44:00 -
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good going, aside from the one minor typo its flawless work.
Remember keep the faith and trust in armour and firepower 
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