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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:14:00 -
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With the recent death of our comrade and friend, I was given about 16 pages of chronicles panzer and a few of the other corp members were working but had yet to finish it. Not all it makes sense no or seems to be put together correctly, here I would like to post a page or 2 at a time in hopes that the community can contact me directly or those willing to help rephrase and correct the NWDR chronicles, I am no means an english teacher and for those left of NWDR would appreciate this very much.
http://myeve.eve-online.com/ingameboard.asp?a=topic&threadID=782575
here is the goodbye thread for TBA aka panzer
10/27/1982 - 05/24/2008
As well this makes the second pilot to NWDR to follow into heaven.
Original TBZ aka TeamBETAzeus
08/12/1985 - 03/27/2007
So for us to complete the chronicles would be an honor. A little history of NWDR, most of us came from Huff technologies, a few from m0o corp and one from zombie, weve been together for a long time now and have become friends in RL. Panzer aka TBA never beleived in having a merc corp no more than 20 members which we never have and he kept it that way, him and TBZ taught us all plenty of lessons and all of us how to pvp, and lol in twine with that I think we all became as crazy as pilots as they were and enjoyed it to the end. I will stop now on the storytime lol just good memories is all. Here is a page from the Chronicles that we have gathered so far. I hope this is the right section, if not please put where it belongs. This will be a 20 page chronicle by the time it is done. THanks for those that will help.
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:14:00 -
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With the recent death of our comrade and friend, I was given about 16 pages of chronicles panzer and a few of the other corp members were working but had yet to finish it. Not all it makes sense no or seems to be put together correctly, here I would like to post a page or 2 at a time in hopes that the community can contact me directly or those willing to help rephrase and correct the NWDR chronicles, I am no means an english teacher and for those left of NWDR would appreciate this very much.
http://myeve.eve-online.com/ingameboard.asp?a=topic&threadID=782575
here is the goodbye thread for TBA aka panzer
10/27/1982 - 05/24/2008
As well this makes the second pilot to NWDR to follow into heaven.
Original TBZ aka TeamBETAzeus
08/12/1985 - 03/27/2007
So for us to complete the chronicles would be an honor. A little history of NWDR, most of us came from Huff technologies, a few from m0o corp and one from zombie, weve been together for a long time now and have become friends in RL. Panzer aka TBA never beleived in having a merc corp no more than 20 members which we never have and he kept it that way, him and TBZ taught us all plenty of lessons and all of us how to pvp, and lol in twine with that I think we all became as crazy as pilots as they were and enjoyed it to the end. I will stop now on the storytime lol just good memories is all. Here is a page from the Chronicles that we have gathered so far. I hope this is the right section, if not please put where it belongs. This will be a 20 page chronicle by the time it is done. THanks for those that will help.
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:17:00 -
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One page we have so far:
Yet after it is all said and done there is still an emptyness in my heart, nothing more then a constant thorn pushing deeper and deeper. The fight is over, many lives gone forever, some lives will be reborn, reanimated into yet another turmoil that might ultimately bring them to their final fairwell in this life. Myself unscathed, untouched, I look around to see others barely intact from the constant beating from our enemies, some of them holding on to a thin thread, their ship in shambles...yet still alive. How many days of this, months even years must we seek to kill each other, end what we fight over, which not many of us know. Those high up, the kingdoms, the bastards and sons of *****es with riches push for, and we down here, where I'm at push for what, that I do not know, what I know is to survive, die and fight with my comrades and my brothers, for if i dont fight, I end up alone in a dark hell with endless boundaries of nothing, an endless sea with a depth that reaches forever. Hell and absolution is the clamity to my corpmates and I, mere pawns for an endless watlz not of our own, but even through the darkness and the thick of blood we push on in hopes of peace, push on through the fire and wreckage to make our way from hell and into our saving light we so desperately seek.
My comms break for just a minute giving a slight report on the frontlines, strange to think that what was, well was the frontlines, now I leave a trail of death and slowly traught through space towards the new frontlines, where I lead battered and bruised comrades and soldiers struggling to hold on to their own grip of life. Most of our warp drives damaged or lost in the wake of our previous fight, with no repairing stations we muster on ever so slowly to once again charge into the flames of hell. Damn...no end, there is never an end, even with a hope of retreival it just never ends, my trusty megathron glides through the black space, once shined by the stars, now covered in remains of the dead. Im not alone in this deselation, another megathron, eagle and apocolypse fly to my rightside, not much left of my comrades apocolypse, a fine example of amarrian pride, now cluttered with a barrage of bent metal and open fissures showing empty structure once filled with life, the rest battered yet battle ready to the full, ready to give their lives following me, a trust they have yet a cause they dont understand. To my left gleams an astarte, raw power and beauty unscathed and shining as it was new, a tempest and a maelstrom, brothers of a slaved race, the maelstrom in its own glory, a massive hulk of precise construction almost as if it was escorting its little brother, the tempest, a death dealer for those that have no armor protection, a sickening sight to see, larger than life autocannons peircing structer oblitering any life in its path. Behind me what once was glorious flys a sleipnor, though powerful and fast, this one barely holds together, the last fight nearly took her life and her pilot with it. Beside her two more carry the same fate, a scorpion and a raven, caldari power, pure electronic warefare and seige, now just peices of rumble slowing making its way to its last fight, how any ship can hold for much longer would be a mere miracle in its own.
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:17:00 -
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No glory in what I hold, overwhelmed with praise and trust, these men, these comrades...no wait my brothers have been with me and followed me through it all, even in the darkest places they have managed to follow me and trust me, a shame I give myself for those lost on the way, I am very proud to have flown and led my brothers to evil blood, through the darkest times, no I lead them to survive with me, not for glory for there is not glory in this ****en place, but to live on with me so that one day I can smile for what is left, and at least I know that I did not waiste a minute fighting for a cause even I didnt know, a cause we die for has turned into a cause I survive to live on with my brothers. Pawns is what we are, for them however, glory is with each other, and for me its more than glory, cause in the end when the dust has cleared and even in defeat we will stand where others have fallen. And I know damn well what will come and that there will be no glory in this nightmare, but I will push us on into the flames, cause even in death Id rather die fighting with my brothers then run and hide. Now I face another decision for the outcome is far from glory and before us holds the new battle, the new front, many dead already and more to come. The fight rages with pure hate from either side, I now know that I must throw my fleet into battle, once we stood one hundred strong, now we stand twenty one, more stronger then we will ever be, I give the sign on comms, no arguement, not a sound of reject, only a yes commander, and so once again it has begun. I blast my microwarpdrive to full speed, first target engaged, the rest followed, strafe left and broadside, the energy and heat from my blasters start to melt the enemys ships structure even before they have fired, so close is this pure energy...and now they release seeking justice, no seeking death, and so it shall be, the first target down, destroyed utterly as quick as it had begun we push on to the next...nwdr for life and here we are plunging back again into hell...
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:17:00 -
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One page we have so far:
Yet after it is all said and done there is still an emptyness in my heart, nothing more then a constant thorn pushing deeper and deeper. The fight is over, many lives gone forever, some lives will be reborn, reanimated into yet another turmoil that might ultimately bring them to their final fairwell in this life. Myself unscathed, untouched, I look around to see others barely intact from the constant beating from our enemies, some of them holding on to a thin thread, their ship in shambles...yet still alive. How many days of this, months even years must we seek to kill each other, end what we fight over, which not many of us know. Those high up, the kingdoms, the bastards and sons of *****es with riches push for, and we down here, where I'm at push for what, that I do not know, what I know is to survive, die and fight with my comrades and my brothers, for if i dont fight, I end up alone in a dark hell with endless boundaries of nothing, an endless sea with a depth that reaches forever. Hell and absolution is the clamity to my corpmates and I, mere pawns for an endless watlz not of our own, but even through the darkness and the thick of blood we push on in hopes of peace, push on through the fire and wreckage to make our way from hell and into our saving light we so desperately seek.
My comms break for just a minute giving a slight report on the frontlines, strange to think that what was, well was the frontlines, now I leave a trail of death and slowly traught through space towards the new frontlines, where I lead battered and bruised comrades and soldiers struggling to hold on to their own grip of life. Most of our warp drives damaged or lost in the wake of our previous fight, with no repairing stations we muster on ever so slowly to once again charge into the flames of hell. Damn...no end, there is never an end, even with a hope of retreival it just never ends, my trusty megathron glides through the black space, once shined by the stars, now covered in remains of the dead. Im not alone in this deselation, another megathron, eagle and apocolypse fly to my rightside, not much left of my comrades apocolypse, a fine example of amarrian pride, now cluttered with a barrage of bent metal and open fissures showing empty structure once filled with life, the rest battered yet battle ready to the full, ready to give their lives following me, a trust they have yet a cause they dont understand. To my left gleams an astarte, raw power and beauty unscathed and shining as it was new, a tempest and a maelstrom, brothers of a slaved race, the maelstrom in its own glory, a massive hulk of precise construction almost as if it was escorting its little brother, the tempest, a death dealer for those that have no armor protection, a sickening sight to see, larger than life autocannons peircing structer oblitering any life in its path. Behind me what once was glorious flys a sleipnor, though powerful and fast, this one barely holds together, the last fight nearly took her life and her pilot with it. Beside her two more carry the same fate, a scorpion and a raven, caldari power, pure electronic warefare and seige, now just peices of rumble slowing making its way to its last fight, how any ship can hold for much longer would be a mere miracle in its own.
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.02 18:17:00 -
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No glory in what I hold, overwhelmed with praise and trust, these men, these comrades...no wait my brothers have been with me and followed me through it all, even in the darkest places they have managed to follow me and trust me, a shame I give myself for those lost on the way, I am very proud to have flown and led my brothers to evil blood, through the darkest times, no I lead them to survive with me, not for glory for there is not glory in this ****en place, but to live on with me so that one day I can smile for what is left, and at least I know that I did not waiste a minute fighting for a cause even I didnt know, a cause we die for has turned into a cause I survive to live on with my brothers. Pawns is what we are, for them however, glory is with each other, and for me its more than glory, cause in the end when the dust has cleared and even in defeat we will stand where others have fallen. And I know damn well what will come and that there will be no glory in this nightmare, but I will push us on into the flames, cause even in death Id rather die fighting with my brothers then run and hide. Now I face another decision for the outcome is far from glory and before us holds the new battle, the new front, many dead already and more to come. The fight rages with pure hate from either side, I now know that I must throw my fleet into battle, once we stood one hundred strong, now we stand twenty one, more stronger then we will ever be, I give the sign on comms, no arguement, not a sound of reject, only a yes commander, and so once again it has begun. I blast my microwarpdrive to full speed, first target engaged, the rest followed, strafe left and broadside, the energy and heat from my blasters start to melt the enemys ships structure even before they have fired, so close is this pure energy...and now they release seeking justice, no seeking death, and so it shall be, the first target down, destroyed utterly as quick as it had begun we push on to the next...nwdr for life and here we are plunging back again into hell...
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Panzer Goddess
Celestrial Angels
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Posted - 2008.06.05 18:34:00 -
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anyone?
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