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Uilliam Nebel
Amarr
Viziam
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Posted - 2008.05.18 23:33:00 -
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Entry one.
"Dear Journal,
What is a young Amarrian man to do with himself having left military service? Where may he go to find himself once again, and let out some built up steam along the way? Why to the last possible place he should go, Matar, ancestral home world of those whom until only recently would have podded me on sight. So I am off to the crown jewel of the Minmatar republic in my Anathema.
Now I know traveling as a lone Amarrian on Matar is not the safest of things to do. But I have taken some time to study up on the latest in disguise techniques. And as these before and after pictures will show, I no doubt will blend in perfectly with these tribal people in their native environment.
Before
After
Uncanny isn't it? Even in that brilliant disguise I am still not able to conceal my devilish good looks. I also have had forged papers prepared for me, so look out Matar, he comes Captain Henry Morgan the II of the Khanid Kingdom.
(TBC..)
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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do." - Confucius, Chinese philosopher & reformer (551 BC - 479 BC.) |
Bad Harlequin
Minmatar
Chiroptera Factor
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Posted - 2008.05.19 23:28:00 -
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Bad Harlequin connects to Galnet while making an ammo-run instation. He scans the Library Archives, a commonly-used repository of musings, war-stories, doggerel and dogma.
Seeing an entry by Uilliam, and considering the man's odd behaviour recently, he tunes in - briefly snarfing pod fluids up his nose as he accesses the associated image records. He activates a private comm screen and mentally 'dictates' :
 Originally by: Contacting Republic Fleet Agent ::censored::
Old friend,
Could you do me a favor and keep an eye out for this chap ::IMAGES ATTACHED:: ? I know it's an odd impulse, but i'd like to keep tabs on him and make sure he doesn't get himself into more trouble than he can handle... at least for now... also, make sure You Know Whom doesn't know where this pilot's hanging about. You know how he gets about Amarrians.
Thanks bro, there'll be another case of whiskey for you on my next run.
All the best,
BH
Zleip > very, and this is more or less a post of humor that seriousness =)
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Uilliam Nebel
Amarr
Viziam
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Posted - 2008.05.20 00:50:00 -
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Entry two.
"Dear Journal,
Today as I was going through a small back water down on the surface of Matar, I unintentionally started a bit of a scene. While walking through the village square, from a group of young Brutor street thugs someone shouted, 'Before we kill you what did you want here Slaver pig." Thinking it was just some good natured ribbing I decided to play along and reply in kind. So I shouted back, 'Didn't you hear, it is Day of Darkness part two!' That is when the first rock was tossed my way.
From there things escalated out of control. I was wearing the finest in Amarrian body armor but the hurled rocks, bottles, and even a bucket, were getting hard to avoid and really starting to hurt. As I ducked behind a corner into an alley way, a hurled bowling ball crashed into the building's side where I had just been a second before. (Who the Hell goes about the streets with a bowling ball?)
My back against the wall, I decided that the situation called for definitive counter action on my part. So un-holstering my GXVII 'Purger' machine pistol, I withdrew the clip I had loaded and replaced it with high velocity 'stinger' non-lethal rounds. Grabbing a SCD stun grenade off my utility belt, I pulled the pin and tossed it around the corner as the gang came running up. Just as I had been trained to do, I turned my head away and covered my ears as it went off. Hearing the moans of those caught in the blast, I emerged from the alley and let off a few volleys of suppressive fire, hoping to scatter my attackers.
This however only seemed to enrage the populace, as they gave chase in greater numbers, and returned their own small arms fire. Engaged in a running gun fight through the streets of the village, I made a call on my comms device to let my friends know I may be in a spot of trouble. I was explaining the situation when I was dropped to the ground as a single shot zipped through my thigh. It might have been the blood loss I suffered, but the next few minutes were a blur as I took cover in a stone building door way waiting for help to arrive.
Needless to say, it did. And none to soon as my supply of non-lethal weaponry was all but depleted, and the integrity of my body armor was failing.
I believe someone has taken notice of me being on Matar. So I have been forced to change disguises. This one is so I may blend in with the 'hip' twenty something tribal crowd, and emulate their facial tattoos.
New Disguise
They will never know I walk amongst them...."
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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do." - Confucius, Chinese philosopher & reformer (551 BC - 479 BC.) |
Bad Harlequin
Minmatar
Chiroptera Factor
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Posted - 2008.05.20 01:08:00 -
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Originally by: Uilliam Nebel
New Disguise
They will never know I walk amongst them...."
:: comms activated: start message ::
Old friend,
I think I'm gonna need my whiskey back...
:: logoff ::
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Kalda Centauri
Tenth Legion
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Posted - 2008.05.25 21:25:00 -
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Entry 0524xx
A few days ago I saw what must be one of the strangest sights in New Eden. An Amarrian, wearing the cheapest fake mustache and half attached beard, was trying to pass as a Minmatar. Unfortunately for him, the locals didn't seem to be fooled by his improvish disguise, and a group of young kids started hurling all sorts of objects at him. In true Amarrian fashion, rather than confront his asailants, he ducked behind a corner, launched a gernade, then fired supressive fire.
Now, the local police didn't take too kindly to that, and got themselves involved. The Amarian, out numbered, and out gun, tried to flee the scene, with some sort of communications device in hand. His cries for help on the radio were only ment with static, and before he could change comm channels, ne of the local officers placed a stun round in his thigh. The Amarrian collapsed to the ground.
Now, I'm not paticullary fond of the Amarr, but I couldn't help but pity the creature with the fake mustache. I went up to the commanding officer, and informed him that this Amarrian was in my care, and was a little touched in the head. Since the Amarian was only shooting blanks, and since there were no casualties, the officer gudgingly let him go, after I ended up paying for damages, of course.
After he becomes lucid again, I'm going to find out why an Amarr would come to Matar.
Originally by: Eidolon Ra
Insanity is the gift of immortality without morality.
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Kalda Centauri
Tenth Legion
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Posted - 2008.05.25 21:27:00 -
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Entry 0525XX
Horrible news! I left the Amarr unconcious at the small hotel I am currently staying at while I left to try to finish up my mining equipment purchases. Upon my return, I found my room in complete disarray, with all my make up missing. The Amarr was no where to be seen... I only hope he's not trying some sort of disguis again.
Originally by: Eidolon Ra
Insanity is the gift of immortality without morality.
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Uilliam Nebel
Viziam
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Posted - 2008.05.27 11:58:00 -
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Edited by: Uilliam Nebel on 27/05/2008 11:59:00
Dear Journal,
I have done it again, curse my soul. I must have been dropping to much X yesterday. For this morning I woke up, and once again found myself in some strange hotel room. One that was obviously occupied by a woman.
This could only mean two things.
1. I had bagged a really laid back hooker whom did not mind me crashing at her place. May the Lord bless you Heart of Gold street Walker.
2. Yet another Mrs. Nebel is amongst the population, and since I never miss I may in the near future be recieving another one of those bothersome petitions for paternity legal notices.
So, after a quick looting of the end table, her under wear drawer (Got a few souviners out of that one.), luggage, and bathroom. I made forth with to continue my journey, and am now off to O'l Pator U with full speed.
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"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do." - Confucius, Chinese philosopher & reformer (551 BC - 479 BC.) |
Kalda Centauri
Tenth Legion
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Posted - 2008.05.29 02:29:00 -
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Entry 0528ZZ
I am on the Amarrian's trail, at least, I think I am. After a few days of searching, and neither the police or the populace being able tell me the wearabouts of either a touched Amarrian or an escaped lune, I began to grow discouraged. By chance, though, I was flipping through some of the news channels, when, to my surprise, the reporter announced that the notorious capsuleer pirate D34thkl0wn had been seen in the local capsuleer communications channel of Pator. This was further compounded by the appearance of what seemed to be a lone Amarrian espianoge vessel in the system. Now, recent posts on the galnet placed D34thKl0wn somewhere in the low sec area of Solitude, which is no where near Pator. So, that means either D34thkl0wn has crossed half of new eden in a few short hours, with out raising alarm, or the Amarrian has another failed disguise.
Either way, I'm going to head to Pator once I get my Ares ready for travel. I want to find out why this Amarrian is in republic territory and get him to replace (I don't think any amount of bleach would ever cleanse something an Amarrian touched, especially him) some of my more... personal clothing that he happened to steal.
Besides, there's not much else to do.
Originally by: Eidolon Ra
Insanity is the gift of immortality without morality.
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