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Freyya
Under the Wings of Fury
Atrocitas
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Posted - 2008.07.07 22:13:00 -
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As announced. I advise you to listen to a small piece of this video and keep the voice you hear in mind when reading the story. It sets the tone i wanted to achieve perfectly. (and yes i used a very few words or lines from that game.)
Without further delay:
It all started back when I was 15. The downfall, the terror, the anger and hate.
I lived on Caldari Prime, my family with me. My father a hard worker in the black pits, coming home after double shifts, black as the vast emptiness of space itself. HeĘd still find time to spend with me and my mother. It all ended in the biggest mess imaginable. Blood and splintered bones, my mother ****d and butchered, my father cut apart inch by inch.
They left me for dead, being shot in the head up close.
Apparently it was all because of a debt my father had with the local Guristas wing. A vile and grotesque bunch of lowlife pirates, murderers and drug dealers, infesting every corner of every street in the suburbs. Faction police forces didnĘt dare come near them, let alone local and big city security units. They ran the show down here, the pit of despair, their pit of power, greasy and disgusting. But I called it home. They wrecked my home, my life, my futureą
Vengeance will be mine, no matter the cost, no matter the time it takes. It will be mine.
I survived, barely. Recuperating in the local hospital was all but good for oneĘs mind. Moans heard from every room, people dying all around me, my bed soaked in someone elseĘs blood, mingling with my own. My injury was serious. Half my face was wrecked, torn apart by the cold steel that penetrated it 2 hours earlier, lost a lot of blood and would most likely lose my eye. Still hallucinating, slipping deeper and deeper into a nightmare. Every choice you make in a nightmare is the wrong one, leaving you puzzled at what other choices there where. Was there even a choice? I came to, wondering if I was still trapped in the horrors created by my own mind. The bullet still lodged deep within my brain, rerouting synapses, guiding my every thought and move. Someone died right next to me, his arm severed in a car accident. I would not share his fate I kept telling myself. It was finally my turn to be treated, healed for as far as was possible with mediocre technology available to this scrappy hospital, looking like it would crumble apart at any given moment.
I wouldnĘt be looking pretty any time soon. A perfect mirror of the horror that resides inside my head. Ugly, gut wrenching ugly. It didnĘt matter though. It gave me the perfect mask to hide my emotions, my hatred towards the people I wanted to kill. I waited and searched, looked in every hellhole, every strip club, every dark alley I could find. But I couldnĘt find them. Their faces still burned in my memory, as evil and maniacally as they where.
ItĘs been over 4 years now. IĘm still in the suburbs, still havenĘt found them. The streets have become my home, my safe haven in hell. I know every crevice, corner and pothole there is.
The entire 10 square miles of this city section are my hunting grounds, looking for food to ease my growling stomach, looking for work to be done, still looking for the bastards that took my life. ThereĘs no sign of them. All I have is my memory of how they looked back then but even that is starting to fade. The past starts to become a gaping hole. I tried to run from it, but the more I ran, the deeper, more terrible it grew behind me, itĘs edges yawning at my heels.
The genious of the hole. No matter how long you spend climbing out of it, you can still fall back down in an instant.
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NOW COLLECTING ISD AND CCP AUTOGRAPHS
It'll be worth something someday. -Rauth
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Freyya
Under the Wings of Fury
Atrocitas
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Posted - 2008.07.07 22:14:00 -
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8 Years. I keep hoping that the bullet lodged in my brain will move that fatal inch, liberate me from my eternal and unfruitful search to the men who did this to me. Then they came, took me away on a space ship. It was as big as an entire block of apartments, as high as 3 blocks stacked together, pure black but extremely shiny at the same time, like the surface of an oil puddle. Light bouncing off itĘs armor plates, slightly changing the darkness of its black color as we came closer to the vessel. No decals as on Navy vessels or even Guristas markings like the ones I saw when I was a boy. I did not know why they took me, I didnĘt want to know.
Glad they took me away, yet angered I didnĘt fulfil my vengeance oath.
I was stuffed into a small chamber, toilet, sink, showerą.
It has been so long since I had a shower.
ōClean yourself.ö They had said. Their voices harsh and cold, but I detected some pity. I got a meal, the best meal in years. I looked outwards into the black abyss. Spaceą.
I always longed to be in space one day. ItĘs cold appearance reminding me of the emptiness of my soul, yet filled with gentle and strong points of light, like the anger that is embedded in my brain. The system sun blazed past my window, burning my eyes, I was disoriented from the flashback, a gun in front of me, bright flash, piercing pain in my head, then nothing but darkness. I fell and hit my head on the metal sink. Woke up in chains, my head throbbing like hell. Someone sitting in front of me, couldnĘt see him clearly as he sat behind a light that was aimed at my face.
We talked. He asked, I answered, he spoke, I listened. They knew.
They took me in, trained me, reconstructed my face as best as they could. IĘm still ugly as hell but itĘs been a lot worse. They wanted to take the bullet out of my head, I wouldnĘt let them. ItĘs my motivator, still rerouting the synapses of my brain to different paths and goals.
I was trained, trained hard. At times I wished I was dead, banging my head against the wall in hope of making the bullet shift. I received implants, got training for being a pod pilot.
10 years have past since IĘve been taken into the Corporation. Got called to a meeting.
There he sat. The Commander. Looking as ominous as I imagined him to look, eyes piercing my flesh, penetrating my thoughts. He explained why they took me in 10 years ago.
My anger and vow of vengeance came in handy to them. They needed me, I needed them, for the darkest of all reasons. Assassination, the brutal murder of my sworn enemies. Infiltration and elimination of the ones who slaughtered my family in front of my eyes, then putting a bullet in my head. They advanced within the ranks of the Guristas since that day. No wonder I couldnĘt find them. I hated them even more at that moment, denying me my right for revenge and satisfaction. Perhaps it was for the best. Finding and killing them is the only reason I stayed alive this long. Now is my chance. It will take another few years before IĘm able to come close enough to them, but IĘve got time, all the time in the entire universe.
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NOW COLLECTING ISD AND CCP AUTOGRAPHS
It'll be worth something someday. -Rauth
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Freyya
Under the Wings of Fury
Atrocitas
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Posted - 2008.07.07 22:14:00 -
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Sweet revenge. Nothing like the taste of sweet revenge.
ItĘs been 6 and a half years since I infiltrated the Guristas ranks. Starting as a small time frigate pilot, killing innocent people for some of the time, slaughtering my squadron at other times. Returning as single survivor. I reported in to the Corporation at the times I could.
Now IĘm a respected and feared battleship pilot, ripping through ship after ship, thinking about the day IĘll rip through the killer of my family his throat. At last the time was there. My promotion to become part of his elite battle group. I was accepted into the top ranks, sat across him at the table, his helpers on either side. Looking at him, staring into his eyes, hoping for him to recognise me.
He didnĘt, I would make sure he would, at the right time, with my torpedoes flying towards his ship. I got the perfect opportunity not long after. Killed the men that where with him so long ago first, then slowly crippled him until he could fight me no more. Told him who I was and enjoyed his ever-changing face. Disbelief, anger, hate, fear, despair. I slowly turned the evil demon that haunted me for so many years, into a scared out of his mind, pathetic little bug. Revenge is indeed the sweetest thing in the universe. Not soon after I enjoyed watching his corpse drift amongst the wreckage, other Guristas forces arrived. The carnage was their welcome sign. Outraged they locked my ship and destroyed it in short order. Locked my pod and cracked it open.
I awaken a new man today. No more bullet in my brain, no more nightmares about my mother screaming or my father telling me itĘs alright while getting his legs cut off inch by inch.
Nothing but a serene and clear head. My name is Tavon Wulfe, I work for Oversight.
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NOW COLLECTING ISD AND CCP AUTOGRAPHS
It'll be worth something someday. -Rauth
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Tavon Wulfe
Caldari
K.O.R.
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Posted - 2008.07.27 18:33:00 -
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It's all about me! Woot woot! Good job Freyya! Once again you go beast mode in story telling. Thank you very very much!
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