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Th3.Immortals
#1 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:44
I added some things I hope you enjoy Big smile

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#2 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:44  |  Edited by: Grease Spillett
The Call



Inspired by a terrific gift and promise I directed my attention to the needs of the ones I love. I am grateful to have this opportunity to share this story. The Gates are locked and a choice will be made. To you who understand I do deeply appreciate your support as we move onward to a new destiny. These Chronicles I dedicate to my brother. The stories and adventures are events that took place in the Heavens. May this bless your life with a rich story and inspiration to conquer.

The Most Amazing Dream

I was lying close to a campfire in the cold snowy ground. The night was bright full moon shining above the tree-line. I knew there were people around me from my peripheral vision. I was buried in the snow from my feet up to my chest. The fire sat at my feet close enough to burn me if I hadn’t been wrapped in a blanket of snow. Not knowing more than that I simply continued to pack on more snow as it melted away. No one said a word as we watched the fire dance in the night. As quickly as a person would the fire’s heat became too much and I popped up like a bolt of lightning. I found it funny I would even attempt such a thing. The fire cast my shadow perfectly against the trees. Since I was in a joking mood I stuck my hands out and made a shadow puppet of a buck. I screamed “check it out! It’s a deer!” Laughter erupted and steve popped up with a big smile. He looked into my eyes and in his best English accent said “Good one my son!” As we enjoyed the moment, a loud bell as if a church bell started ringing in the background. “What’s a bell doing ringing at this hour?” I turn to see the area. As I pan my vision towards the sound someone shouts “It’s the end of the WORLD!” the tone of voice was dead serious. I’m still turning my head when across the sky a ship glides toward the sound. Blue lights dancing around its’ elongated center moments later a second with red lights. When I looked at the moon a great roar of wind could be heard behind me. As it intensified so did the moons color drift to blood red. As if nature had forgotten everything the sun rose to meet the sky. Sheer panic of what was to follow set in. Seeing all this I was terrified beyond words, as the sun dimmed greatly. All the while the roar of the wind was coming to a peak and I knew time was short! As if the world had blackened away all at once, the ground began to become more distant. The force of the wind took me straight upward and not ripped me to pieces as I assumed that terrible sound would do. I saw my people beneath me as I was torn off the face of the earth. There was a longing in their face. Nothing real or fictional could ever match the absolute terror. As every human being I’ve ever known would I searched to escape. But I didn’t, I couldn’t, then I wouldn’t. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I said…

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#3 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:45  |  Edited by: Grease Spillett
What’s in a Name?
“Grease” a term learned from the military, a dual meaning, to be a lubricant to get things moving and to turn your enemy from a solid form into a liquid. Being prompted to create a name it was all he could think of. A statement of sorts and a warning to those whom would fight with and against He had chosen it. To be both a harbinger of death and to celebrate the building of something greater than him-self formless and void but with a name he was spoken into existence. Someone who had the capacity to both love and kill such a fine line what gives the right and who does to do so?

How did He get there?
Taken from the world he knew, he had arrived at this new sophisticated place in a time of war. Regaining consciousness he found himself in a strange room. It was a comfortable climate with interesting hews of green and blue lights. The walls were metallic and barren, empty shelves and monitors projected images of things he didn’t understand. Grease was intrigued and unafraid as he explored the surroundings. Grease reached out to touch the massive screen in the living area of his room. As he did he noticed his body had been covered by some sort of uniform as if an exoskeleton of some sort. It felt as though he was lightly clothed but as he explored the arm further, found that his body was not only armored but shielded with a sort of aura he couldn’t comprehend. A holographic image of a beautiful woman began to describe the situation he was in. She said he had been a salvageable piece in a world of misbegotten children. Grease was now an immortal who would be an instrument of war permanently. Keeping it simple she explained to him. He was now classified a Gallente Federal Marine. It was due to his belief in freedom and democracy that Grease had been delivered to these people. She briefed on the ability to choose his role to support a growing number of mercenaries to establish control and order or to be an agent of chaos and infamy throughout the galaxy. Grease chose to be a scout sniper. With no choice but to be a mercenary for the battles and wars of intergalactic super corporations fighting for control of ground installations and resources of strategic value, he would fight. The system called “Sinq Liasom Gardemes” was to be the safe house and base of operations. The brief ended with “good luck.” Turning his attention toward a door that would neither open nor was able to be opened and wondered what was on the other side?

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#4 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:48
Comprehension of War
Imagine Dragons- Radioactive
There is a specific reason he chose to be a scout sniper. As such he would be able to move undetected, provide intelligence on enemy movement, and hold high value targets with little to no risk thus providing an area of denial to the enemy. Military training had taught him that communication in brevity and teamwork was the keys to success in any endeavor. With that in mind he meticulously toiled with weapons and armor combinations. Grease was provided a market that would allow purchases and customizations. He could purchase any technology of the major forces in this place called “New Eden”. Grease hoped that through patience and skill he would make a central figure of an elite special force. With this in mind he set out to bring unto him like-minded people to be his equal and his brothers and sisters in battle. Grease chose those who were capable of dealing with high stress situations. Ones’ that in the face of total defeat could not be defeated. In the spirit of the fight lay the greatest of his treasures. The memories that were to be forged in the fires of trial and error were to be the treasure of this place. A place where time and distance were subject to the interpretations of the individual he had been made a home.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#5 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:49
The Chosen peoples
Throughout the galaxy there were four major forces in action. The Amarrians, Caldari, Gallente, and Minmatar were all distant relatives of the old world. Grease had no idea about anything to do with their differences but learned quickly. Grease had been classified a Gallente Federal Marine. His belief in freedom and democracy carried on into this “New Eden”. Amarrians were a proud empire of excess and conquest. Their goal was to enslave all peoples and to worship the holy empress. The history of the Amarr Empire is the longest of any of the main factions, going back thousands of years into ancient times. Starting roughly in 8000 AD, the Amarr people founded an Empire from Amarr Island, established the Holders class, began the Reclaiming, and started the practice of taking slaves. The Amarr Empire was unchallenged as it went out into space to expand and conquer lesser civilizations, most notably the Minmatar. It would continue this practice until it encountered the Gallente Federation in 23180 AD. No longer the all-encompassing hegemon, the Amarr Empire underwent a period of transition, as it adapted to the realities of no longer being invincible, through the Amarr-Jove War and the Minmatar Rebellion that would follow it. The Amarr Empire would take on its modern state with the dawn of the capsuleer era in YC105.
Caldari were master trades and specialized in shield technologies. The Caldari were typically silver tongued devils when it came to getting the right price. A state built on corporate capitalism, the Caldari State is run by a few mega-corporations which divide the state between them, controlling and ruling every aspect of society. Each corporation is made up of thousands of smaller companies, ranging from industrial companies to law firms. All land and real estate is owned by a company which leases it to the citizens, and government and policing are also handled by independent companies. Although this gives the corporations dictatorial powers, they are just as bound by Caldari customs and laws as the individual, and the fierce, continual competition between the corporations ensures a healthy, consumer-based social environment, which benefits everyone. While the Caldari State may not be nearly as big as that of the Gallente Federation, let alone the Amarr Empire, they are still universally feared and admired. Their economy is strong, and their military might parallel to that of the larger empires. Coupled with the fact that they are more unscrupulous than the Gallente and more combative than the Amarr, this makes them in many ways the most meddlesome of all the empires. As most Caldari trade is conducted by individual companies rather than the State itself, this makes it difficult for the other empires to deal with them at a political level. If a company is found guilty of unethical business dealings, it simply disappears into its parent corporation, and before long another one appears to take its place. But if a Caldari company is threatened, the whole corporation and often the whole State backs it up with full force.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#6 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:50
Caldari society is steeped in military tradition. As a people, its members had to fight a long and bloody war to gain their independence, and even had to surrender their home planet to their hated enemies, the Gallente. It was at this time that the corporations established themselves as the driving force behind creating and maintaining the new Caldari State. Even if the Caldari have not engaged in war for many decades, they still strive to be at the cutting edge of military technology, their vessels, weapons and fighting methods are inferior to none but the enigmatic Jove. To curb their aggressive tendencies, the Caldari actively pursue and sponsor a range of sporting activities. Many of these are bloody, gladiatorial-like competitions, while others are more like races. Whatever the sport, they love betting on the outcome, making gambling a massive industry in the State.
The State offers its citizens the best and the worst in living conditions. As long as you keep in line, do your job, uphold the laws and so forth, life can be fairly pleasant and productive. But for those who are not cut out for this strict, disciplined regime life quickly becomes intolerable. They lose their respect, family, status, everything, and the only options left to them are suicide or exile. Although not xenophobic as such, the Caldari are very protective of their way of life and tolerate only those foreigners that stick to the rules.
Gallente are just and fair minded peoples believing in freedom and democracy. It was the council of elders that decided war was inevitable. Champions of liberty and fierce guardians of the human spirit, the Gallente Federation is the only true democracy in New Eden. Its principles are brotherhood, fraternity, and equal rights to all men. Some of the most progressive leaders, scientists, and businessmen of the era have emerged from its diverse peoples. Pioneers of artificial intelligence, the Federation once relied almost entirely on drone fleets to defend its beliefs and borders. But the limitations of this technology and the lack of a human element—both in terms of a military strategy, and as a means of spreading influence— eventually reached a critical point. Today, Gallente starships are manned by some of the bravest men and women of New Eden.
The Minmatar they were the slave caste of the Amarrian Empire. Born and bred for many hundreds of years to be of a high physical ability. They were perhaps the least organized but by far the most physically talented. A rebellion had been lead that made them a nation. For the Minmatar, the most important thing in life is to be able to take care of yourself on your own, and although kin and family play an important role in their society, they prefer identifying themselves by the clan or tribe to which they belong. A clan can have any number of people in it, and its size is largely dictated by the main activity of its members. Most specialize in one area of activity. While those who live on a planet can focus on agricultural or industrial activity, others who travel around the world of New Eden concentrate on trading, pirating, and suchlike.

In the distant past the clans constantly warred against each other. Since then, however, Minmatar have learned that cooperation is more important, and although the clans still try to maintain their regional and ideological identities, they act as a single unit towards other races.

The fortunes of the Minmatar have ebbed and flowed continuously. At one time they had a flourishing empire with a level of mechanical excellence never before or since seen anywhere. Later, however, they had to endure centuries of enslavement, toiling and dying for the benefit of foreign masters. Today most of them have regained their freedom, but the legacy of their enslavement has been the diaspora of the race. The Minmatar are the most numerous of all the races in the world of New Eden, but their vast numbers are divided into many factions. While the Minmatar Republic is the official state, only a quarter of all Minmatar are part of it. The largest proportion, almost a third, are enslaved within the huge Amarr Empire, while a fifth resides within the Gallente Federation, creating a powerful political bloc which keeps relations between the Gallente and the Amarr in a constant state of tension. The remainder, who are not part of any formal organization, live as freemen throughout the world. Many are itinerant laborers, roaming from one system to another in search for work. A fair number make their living on the darker side of the law, acting as pirates, smugglers and peddlers in all kinds of illegal goods, and many of the larger criminal groups in the world of New Eden are run by Minmatar. Grease had an affinity towards them though they brought down more war than peace. Nothing could deter their hunger for freedom.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#7 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:51
This new fight

This war was unprecedented. Weapons and armor that are fantasy or were far away dreams of the world Grease knew. The most critical and disparaging of which is instantaneous mind transfer. The Amarrian Empire had devised an incredible fusion of technology to create the most fearsome of warriors, an Immortal. Clone technology combined with this breakthrough allowed for a warrior to escape the failed clone even at the moment of death. All the while the fighters’ consciousness was light years away in a secure station. As long as the enemy had clones and a means to relay this signal the fighting would go on. Fighters that could learn from every mistake and death gained experience and were able to increase their skill with all forms of weaponry.
Always ready he prepared himself to meet and face mercenaries of all quality. The new reality and fear felt was tremendous. In times of need or in question Grease had a disposition of faith, the faith that no matter what happens he would seek out those who would guide him. Grease had been brought here for a purpose and none of those whom he had met would know what that purpose was. Turning New Eden into a place of comfort and brotherhood would not be easy. When the time was right he would create his own and give back to those who would do good and to defeat all that would stand against righteousness.
The reality of being immortal is harsh as life yet if properly predisposed it would not be a miserable and painful place. Instead it was one of joy and laughter, a place to forget the worries of life and the baser needs of food or sleep. Grease was content and warred on learning in each death and defeat.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#8 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:52
His First Contract
Aces High- Iron Maiden
A fellow Gallente and friend of Grease’s from the old world, was a tanker code named NinjaPirateRobotZombie. Called NPRZ for short, acted as a lieutenant of a corporation known as Subdreddit. They were a lively crew but not all inclusive. Grease was unable to join due to a lack of participation in their political lobbying. He did not mind because he was new here. Grease knew regardless that he would find the right group given time. The one who leads Grease is perfect. From a secure station under the command of NPRZ, set out to a production facility on a planet named Klingt VI. As Grease transferred into a clone he chose a militia variant sniper class. It was a very poor version of what he would design. Their ship was called the mobile command center or “MCC” they planned attacks in an area known as the war barge. The ship’s cost was roughly 50 million interstellar kredits or “ISK” and was quite an amazing feat of cooperation and design. As they travelled through space at around 6,000 astronomical units an hour, AU, NPRZ surveyed the battlefield. 4 critical points were required to defend the installation from invading forces. These points were stations known as null cannons. Their directive was two-fold. Hack these installations for interplanetary missile defense or to eliminate the enemy’s clone forces before our ships destroyed one another. These missiles dealt incredible damage and were to be top priority. NPRZ directed a drop ship pilot to deliver Grease to the enemy tower closest to their ship. It was understood his role was to defend point bravo by acquiring a headshot on any would be hackers and to call out enemy forces troop movements. The ship’s speed decreased sharply as they burned through the atmosphere to jump onto friendly soil. Grease jumped out of a plasma shielded membrane that resembled a bomb bay. As he slid through he was prompted to activate an inertia dampener that acted as a protective field to keep them from dying on impact. As he rose from a knee, a Re-deployable vehicle, “RDV” carrying an attack drop-ship landed gently adjacent to his landing zone. The pilot’s name was “Gabriella Gray” an Amarrian female freelance mercenary. Grease observed her noting the sophisticated elegance of Amarrian drop-suit design until she jumped into the drop-ship, and fired up her thrusters. As Grease enters the ship as a low eerie hum rose to a scream as Gabriella bee-lined to bravo point tower. “Gab” as she had been called bellowed out in her classic deep tone, “Hang on we’re in for some chop.” Anti-Aircraft rail turrets sent massive rounds of ionized metal nearly missing them. The displacement of air gave rough turbulence.
Gab “Standby for drop!” cool as ice “3…2…1… DROP!”
Grease jumped out to land nearly dead center upon the forward tower. Gabriella Gray pulled up hard and sharp. She began to give a sweeping scan around the hot-zone by activating her scanning modules. Along the drop-ship a faint light pulsed from the center. Electronic signals began pinging in attempts to identify unseen contacts. Grease surveyed his surroundings gazing at a beautiful and dusty world. Two moons hung in the dusk sky as he moved into position. Heart racing he was ready to execute.
NPRZ “Give us the scoop Grease!” he commanded with enthusiasm knowing potentially Grease would be a great mercenary.
Grease “Two enemy tanks under their MCC convoying to central road. Half and half ground troops to their closest objectives.”
NPRZ “Rodger that. Grease, do not let them hack bravo and 15 second interval updates on enemy armor.”
Frontline troops of all races took the closest points Charlie and Delta. Swiftly Grease scoped into point Bravo hacking station. One after another for 2 minutes he killed every hacker. The Frontline advanced yet it to Grease it felt like an eternity. Keeping pace with armor updates as NPRZ did his work Grease observed his moves. He flanked expertly and crushed the enemy tanks by taking the six o clock. NPRZ had no fear as he knew the enemies every move. Grease gave cardinal directions and landmark descriptions to keep NPRZ safe. NPRZ had been in New Eden a long time. He had developed one of the most sophisticated tanks ever conceived. It was heavily armored and outfitted with a blaster turret of a radically new prototype version. Grease watched the whole thing in awe of NPRZ’s destructive power. An enormous thunder erupted as he opened fire on the rear tank. Coms were dead silent as he swayed to the symphony of destruction. Cooled by an advance heat dispersion system the ultra-powerful 120mm plasma rounds just did not stop. He called the tank “The God Fit”. Amidst the ensued chaos Grease heard the barking of machine gun fire beneath him as the troopers were establishing the front. All manner of known weapons could be seen and heard. Assault rifles firing plasma rounds, the hum of ionized laser beams, crystal focused scrambler rifles, Grenade launchers called Mass Drivers, all were firing rocking the ground beneath him creating a whirlwind of dust. Grease simply stayed focused watching and waiting for the next would be hacker. The front firmly at a stalemate each side was no longer concerned with success it was a pure brawl of a new order. They had become dedicated to the utter annihilation of each other.
After ten minutes of intense battling the enemy MCC exploded. The concussion of the blast wave startled Grease and he rose to watch her fall. The relay destroyed all enemy combatants simply fell lifeless to the ground. A battle summary report was filed and they were compensated. Paid 190,000 ISK for a 13-0 Kills to death. Grease’s connection no longer required he was then cut from further work there and opened his eyes to be the body at his secure station. Always ready to fight again and again, immortal.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#9 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:54
Being Mentored
Professional Killer- KMFDM
Grease was recruited from a public contract by a logistics/support Minmatar. Grease typically joined in any unlocked squad of mercenaries. To support the strike force if they would listen to his call outs. As he walked into the warbarge he assessed the friendly team and noted a group called Axis of Chaos. The squad was of 4 CaoticFox, Mrs. Caotic, Paul Osenbaugh, and Card Drunook. Grease selected to go under the command of CaoticFox in order to support acquiring orbital strikes. Caotic’s demeanor was something he recognized, like seeing a reflection. Codenamed CaoticFox he is the CEO of the Axis of Chaos. The laughter filled the air as each made friendly and unfriendly banter towards one another. They were lively and friendly. Listening Grease assessed each fighter’s capabilities. Grease understood that how people speak often says enough about how they really are. As he dropped from the MCC to find a good position on the battlefield CaoticFox began to question him.
Caotic “So what do you do?”
Grease “I’m learning to be a sniper.”
Caotic “LIKE WE NEED ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE! Ehehehehehehee! So what do you know about being a sniper so far?”
Grease “Find a good position outside of the target area and shoot them in the head.”
Caotic “Well that’s good… but there are way more fun ways to fight than just that. If you want you can join my corporation. We are taking applications.”
Mrs. Caotic “Yeah! You should totally join us! We aren’t bad people and we will help you learn all you need to know about this place!”
Grease “That sounds good. I will join you.”
Battle hardened by years of combat CaoticFox took Grease under his wing to increase skill and to use him as a weapon for true conquest. Axis of Chaos mission statement “Some will do ANYTHING to get ahead in the universe, but we are held fast with the purest integrity throughout the multiverse. We are the SALT of the omni-verse!!!” Grease knew what was said without being said in that statement and he was comforted by it greatly. He spent an incredible amount of time both on and off the battlefield preparing for ultimate war tirelessly fine tuning and generating new sniper suits until sure that he performed as envisioned. Grease had taken to the Gallente Scout Frame G-1 series. They were light, fast, and hard to detect. He knew being a sniper in a frail suit was risky but to his rationale if he was seen he deserved to die as a sniper. Grease had taken to the charge sniper rifle variant its’ sound was terribly annoying but the damage output was his best option. It was able to deal enough damage to down almost anyone with a well-placed headshot. Caoticfox or “fox” for short had taught him to be very forward and to run like hell if he was spotted. Grease had taken to driving a Land Attach Vehicle, or LAV, straight to the enemy’s home point. He would attempt to set up the shot before anyone else could get there. Most of the time it pays off, he would get 10-20 kills picking off stragglers and hackers. Grease had the occasional run in with an angry enemy running at him like a rabid dog. He would call in his LAV and smash the accelerator before his assailant could get to him. Grease was as fox called a “Glass Canon.” Capable of dealing tons of damage but take none. If another sniper saw him before Grease saw him, he was dead. He made the rookie mistake of being “scoped in” it was a reference to a sniper not being situationally aware, due to paying too much attention on targets and not his nearby physical surroundings. Grease had died through all manner of deaths that way, from being liquefied through a full on rail gun installation, to humiliating executions from remote explosives. Fox always laughed when Grease told him how he died.
Fox “Man I do that all the time!” giggling his laugh was entertaining in itself, like the Joker.
Honing his skills Grease had sharp increases in performance through being random and using a shoot and scoot mentality. The communication skills and sense of direction were a major upside to vehicle operators and they tipped for the callouts. Card Drunook a vehicle specialist admitted “Grease I will pay you to play with me. You are the best forward air controller in New Eden.” Flattered and happy to oblige he would assist anyone who needed him. Caoticfox’s words of wisdom combined with the blitzkrieg minded tactics sharpened Grease into a finely tuned tactician. Grease had gotten to the point that he could predict enemy movement. It was a color code he had imagined and a timer. Grease would count the amount of time he thought it would take to run to an objective. If things became seemingly quiet a timer was set in his mind. After too much time had passed and judging by the enemy’s ability to reach that objective colors would drift to yellow then red. By judging the layout of the battlefield and assessing the enemies speed capability, Grease was able to predict within fifteen seconds an enemy push. However he could not predict for stupidity. Grease had been witness to the worst cases of stubbornness. He watched either the enemy or friendly charge headlong into a sure slaughter on more than a handful of occasions.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#10 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:55
Grease normally fought in contracts where he did not have to speak or be held responsible for the failures of the random groups of mercenaries. Caoticfox asked him if he would join him for the day. Grease was unsure of whether or not he could help Fox. More often than not most fighters would throw themselves into the confusion of battle without any tactical movement or thought. Grease decided he would oblige him.
Grease “Ok I’ll help. What would you like me to do?”
CaoticFox “ALRIGHT! Here’s the plan! I’m going to take their home station. You provide intel and kill everyone you can who try’s to enter or get close. If I get into a hairy situation I’m going to run towards you. Bring them down or scare them until I am repaired up then I’ll go back and finish them.”
Grease “Sounds good let’s give it a go.”
Fox ran to the closest enemy objective as Grease ran across the cliff faces. As Grease found a good position to cover Fox’s attack the assault rifles started to fire on Fox’s position. Grease opens fire and the rounds found their marks. Fox began to focus his fires on damaged targets and push closer into the objective.
Grease “Fox! You’re out of line of sight be careful!”
Fox just laughed his sinister laugh as he began to hack the missile installation. Suddenly all the downed fighters were back and looking for revenge. Fox got the hack and shouted “GREASE!!! I’m running straight at you and taking fire!” Grease reloaded and waited for Fox to come into sight.
Grease “How many and what distance?”
Fox “They will be over that hill in 10 seconds! My suit will be repaired in 25 buy time!”
Grease began to shoot across the 400 meter gap. Each round sent was a round of desperation. When struck some suits could withstand a shot but not a second. Grease hit his mark but downed none.
Grease “Fox shoot them they are weak!”
Fox “RODGER THAT! AAAHHHHHH!” he screamed and his assault rifle began to ring out to the beat of 800 rounds per minute. Fox killed them all as Grease surveyed the area. As he looked towards the eastern round the stars light blinded his vision and the reflection of a shield tank burned into his eyes.
Grease “TANK!” in that very instant a 180mm rail gun round liquefied his body.
Grease awoke again in a new body at the Mobile Control Center.
Grease “FOX LET’S BLOW UP A TANK!”
Fox “EHEHEHEEHE! Was laughing my ass off! OK OK! Meet you at the redline!”
Fox called in a basic Sica tank with small rail turrets attached to the top and bottom of the main rail turret.
Fox “Let’s roll!”
Going back to the original position of the tank Fox cried out “OPEN FIRE!” Grease began unloading the small rail turret into the enemy’s tank hull as Fox fired the main rail turret. After a 20 second engagement the enemy tank was nothing more than a smoldering heap of fused metal. The battle ended shortly after as Fox and Grease took a joy ride around the battle field.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#11 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:56
A change for the future
Creeping Death- Metallica
Gaining notoriety from battle to battle Grease was being recognized by those who knew him as, “New Eden’s Premier Sniper.” In a battle of no particular importance he ran across a squad with room for two additional members. Recognizing their tag and remembering their powerful presence he requested that Fox and he join their squad to assist them in battle. They were a corporation called 0uter.Heaven. The squad was being led by Radar-R4D7, along with him was Reiselia, D3LTA Blitzkrieg, and Kaotic Krusader. They all had an incredible amount of skill and grace from what Grease had previously witnessed with and against them. Caoticfox conceded and they joined the squad. Their coms now shared the encrypted channel. The air of speech was playful and whimsical as they held the city referred to as the “Emerald City.” Radar was Minmatar and had developed a scout shotgun fit. A very talented flanker and hacker Radar ran at lightning speed. Reiselia meanwhile set up a forward base dropping ammo and armor replenishing “Nano-hives”. She was Caldari and used a logistics class suit with a mass-driver. Kaotic Krusader drove around in a nearly invincible all-four-wheel-drive land attack vehicle. His massive Amarrian drop-suit wielded a Heavy Machine Gun and was a terror in close quarters combat. He would patrol the city and that which he did not run-over he would shred apart by hopping out of his car and mowing them down. D3LTA Blitzkrieg was a Caldari assault class, able to hold a frontline and regenerate shields in the blink of an eye. He carried an assault rifle and submachine gun. Wondering what the conversation would go like he asked “Is it ok for us to join you?” No one minded as they all chimed in one after another
Radar “Nope!”
Reis “thaaaatttsss’ FIIIINNNEEE”,
D3LTA “sure.”
Kaotic Krusader “……”
Grease “My role is sniper.”
Everyone laughed but he didn’t see how that was funny.
Radar “So…. You’re a sniper?..”
Grease “Yes I am the best.”
They laughed much harder that time and fox decided to speak. “Guys he may actually be the best.”
Still giggling Reiselia with her valley girl accent was laying down uplinks for clones to generate and spawn in, asked “How good are you and can you prove it?”
While on a perch hidden next to the enemy ship, Grease asked “What would you constitute as good?”
Reiselia “Ummm… Oh my GOD! So like what is your kill to death ratio?”
Grease“7.75”
Reis “Hmm that’s not bad. But can you prove you’re good?”
Grease “I am.”
Enemy after enemy Grease denied them to even come out of the enemy MCC. Having crafted what he felt was the best sniper fitting for a suit Grease had several different modules to assist his skill. 2 complex damage modifications, profile dampeners, and enough stamina to run forever he was as good as it got. Battle summary report 26-0 Grease was satisfied that they knew him now. Grease accounted for 40% of the total kills that battle. However haunted by their laughter, what was funny about being a sniper? After that encounter he began to consider a change. Grease was skilled enough to get a new suit and weapon. What he chose was to be the greatest fit of its time. After the fight many things had come to mind. Being killed from unkown locations was a huge psychological defeat for most mercenaries. It would completely shift the enemies direction of transit. This could potentially funnel or deny the movement of troops. That’s an incredible boon to fighting any enemy. However as Grease looked through every suit and its capabilities he saw something. It was more than genius it was divine. The ability to move troops and stage assaults as needed. He had excellent vision for troop movements and flanking into weaker areas.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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#12 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:57
Pioneer
M83- Midnight City
Molden Heath was a backwater station to the great pilots and pirates of deep space. Grease had acquired a hunger for competition. Public mercenary work had become dull. Grease had a desire to prove myself and dominate my enemies with unrelenting force. Hoping that one day his name would be known throughout creation he pioneered. Axis of Chaos was not growing well due to the strict rules enforced by Caoticfox. His rule was no prototype level dropsuits in public contracts. This drove many to leave and having constant mediocre performances many mercenaries walked away unsatisfied. Others simply could not handle the lonely life of a soldier. It was harsh, unforgiving, and brutally painful dying over and over again for months and years. The mercenary mind would form echoing pains from previous battles. The mind knew it was real but the body had no pain except what the mind created. Alone deep in space, Grease had something most mercenaries did not a time of reflection. So he worked hard then harder. Hardened fury filled his spirit and he turned into an agent of chaos. In a closed door meeting with Fox Grease voiced concerns.
Grease “Fox I need to experience new things such as planetary conquest.”
Fox “You know we aren’t big enough! Nor do we have enough members. All the new recruits quit because they are getting stomped.”
Grease “I need to experience it for intelligence so that when we begin we have some experience.”
Fox “What do you want to do GREASE!?”
Grease “I want to join 0uter.Heaven and see how they do things. They are the best I’ve seen. I want to know how to conduct full scale war. I will return once I know what to do.”
Fox “Very well Grease. Good luck and God speed.”
They shook hands and he contacted an insider Maglives to join 0uter.Heaven.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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Th3.Immortals
#13 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:57
Locked inside
My own prison- Creed
Days have passed since the rapture and yet another seemingly hopeless task lay before him. Bent on learning the ways and gathering a mighty force of mercenaries seems the right thing to do. Grease said nothing as he watched many good men and women fight it out knowing they were all the same only pride divided them. Regardless of the words he could speak or the truth spoke, he had to wait for his story to come. Those were long days, not saying what needed to be said. Grease stayed hidden in silence and feathered the trigger. Never hesitating to fire and waiting for the shot Grease brooded.
Grease whispers “The time is coming and His return is imminent. I can no longer be idle. I must return to Him what is his. Locked inside of my thoughts I take aim. I am ready to take the shot, I am always ready. My aim is true and faithful.”
Grease participates in countless battles alone watching enemies of all skills and races. He takes note of those who do not get demoralized and most of all, enemy snipers. Getting to know the community of immortals was troublesome. It had come to pass that many would not allow newer recruits to participate with them. Understanding this was to be a very complicated and delicate situation Grease waits for the right time to announce what he had come to do. However in that he felt incredible sorrow. Why was he waiting? What held him back from fulfilling his mission? There is always a purpose he supposed and stayed buried deep within his own mind. Conversations came and went yet so hollow so sad for him no matter how light. He could feel the pain that dwelt inside everyone he came across still waiting for the right moment to speak he carries on.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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#14 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:58
0uter.Heaven
Big gun- AC/DC
The contact in was an Amarrian man called Maglives. Mag for short and Grease met as opposing forces. Long ago, in earlier days, Mag had taken the top of the emerald city. He was raining death with his powerful forge gun. A magnificent anti-vehicle weapon originally designed as a mining tool to displace solid mass with a concentrated anti-matter charge. The tool was weaponized because of the ability to destroy all manner of vehicles and auto defense turret installations. Maglives had an incredible hatred for vehicle operators. Grease shot him down twice. Impressed Mag sent mail asking “Why can’t we be friends?” Of course Grease thought it wonderful to have a sense of humor about it and said “We now are.” His strength was amazing and Grease generally didn’t want him as opposition either.
Remembering the relationship Grease asked him if he could join the corporation.
Mag spoke with a soft English accent “Sure. Mention my name that should be sufficient.”
Grease gave a detailed application and within the hour was accepted as a member of 0uter.Heaven. Grease had to earn respect as he continued increasing his skills as both a sniper and his future role as a slayer on the ground. Radar immediately encouraged him to learn to fly.
Radar “We need you to fly yourself. We don’t have time to fly you around in planetary conquest. We rely on establishing high ground dominance and without it we lose, every time. So once all others have called in their vehicles you may call in yours.”
Grease had never flown before and was getting ready to try it out as he was messaged a word of encouragement from Nicholas Tekotch.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#15 Posted: 2015.07.12 20:59
Nicholas Tekotch
The Trooper- Iron Maiden
Nicholas Tekotch, Director of Outer.Heaven
I still hear their screams.... echoing.... forever....The screams of tens of thousands of confirmed kills by my hand alone. Oh yes, I remember every moment of it. I remember the satisfaction of slaughtering squads of newly cloned soldiers having no idea what they were getting themselves into. I remember slaughtering the veterans who would just pray that I end it quickly for them so as to not scar their minds. Above all I remember every piece of shrapnel that penetrated my body, and every plasma burn that withered my body as my mind grew clouded. Only to awake once more in a universe carved with the blood and sweat of my brothers and sisters in arms. A universe defined by life, death, fire and chaos, and a feeling of brotherhood no mortal could hope to understand. This is my story..........

My first day of work:

I woke up. For the first time in a foreign world that I couldn't even explain how I came to be standing upon. The sun was so bright. It reflected off a sea of sand only broken up by large rock outcroppings. I was thrown from this daze of awe and wonderment by the ground around me being flung into the air. Out of nowhere I felt incredible pressure on my chest like a sledgehammer crashing into my body knocking me to the ground. There was the red glow of a warning light coming from the lower left corner oh my HUD accompanied by an insistent noise notifying me that my shields have dropped below 10% Next thing I realize is I am being dragged behind one of the rock outcroppings. Suddenly there was a crackle over my communications an unknown soldier spoke to me in a commanding tone.

"You stupid ******* blueberry, you better use that ******* weapon of yours and not let one single red dot past this damn rock, do you understand!?!"

He turned from me and rolled around the rock, muzzle of his weapon ablaze, when he flopped back behind the rock. Laying on his back the unknown-soldier’s head slowly tilted toward me exposing a hole in the faceplate with gore leaking out the back.

"Sniper!!!" another voice frantically yelled over the coms.

I then watched two soldiers run past me flashing blue friend ID tags. They just continued to run away. I looked up in the left hand corner of my Hollow-graphic Universal Display, or H.U.D; at a mini-map and watched blue dots vanish one by one. Then there were none, as fear crept into my mind paralyzing my body. My heart sank and my breath was caught in my throat as I continued watching and witnessed two red dots enter the edge of my mini-map. Coming closer and closer to the rock I was cowering behind. I looked back down at the soldier with the hole in his head and knew what would happen when the red dots reached me. Mustering what courage I could I shakily found my footing and readied my weapon. Leaping around the corner weapon raised I opened fire on the closest of two unsuspecting hostile ID tags emptying all 48 rounds at the hostile watching him stumble as blue flares erupted all around the enemies body. Yet he did not fall..... He and the other hostile turned on me in an instant. They gleamed with menacing black armor from head to foot that I had only ever seen worn by the elite veterans from posters I had seen in the barracks from last week. Wielding weapons that were probably worth more than anything I had ever owned. They opened fire on me. In less than a second my shields were gone as ruptures opened all over the mid-section of my armor. I look down as I watched my burning entrails spill into the sand before me. I collapsed to my knees and coughed as blood splattered the inside of my faceplate. My mind and face clouded and contorted with pain and agony. I looked up at the clad black figure looming over me with the rifle barrel in my face. With what was left of my consciousness I watched him pull the trigger.

Then I woke up... again.....though in my merc quarters. I checked my body and realized I was fine. It all seemed like a dream, but with the memories that now flooded my mind I knew it was wishful thinking. That pain and suffering was all real. It was something I'll never forget. It isn't a luxury I will ever know. This is the price I pay for being immortal.

This is the first chapter in my story and more shall be told... However I am retiring for the night.

Signing off:
Nicholas Tekotch

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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Th3.Immortals
#16 Posted: 2015.07.12 21:03
Danger Zone-Hollow Drive
Grease had to earn respect as he entered among the ranks of 0uter.Heaven. 0uter.Heaven was not a random collection of common mercenaries. The corporation had a goal and high recruiting standards. They wanted to be the best. Grease continued honing his skills with new vantage points and as a pilot as he was encouraged to fly. Because of the nature of Radars’ attack plans dynamic they needed Grease to be continually adaptable. This was the reason he was given a generous donation for the learning experience. Radar Gifted 5 million ISK to buy drop-ships to begin practice the techniques. There was no need for training facilities since a mercenary could pretty much goof off even in the middle of battle and still be compensated. Getting used to the controls and the cockpit layout were beyond frustrating. At 35,000 isk a piece he purchased only 10 thinking he would be able to keep that many and still learn. Grease purchased from a Caldari entrepreneur. The Caldari laughed as Grease bought only 10.
Confused He asked “Why is that funny?”
The entrepreneur said “I recommend more than that, I see mercs like you daily and as you will soon learn **** happens.”
Grease replied “Well, I’ll only buy 10 for now if I need more I will come back and see you.”

Entrepreneur “Ok but I’ll be sure to stockpile extra you will be back soon.”
Grease “Sure. I’ll see you then.”
With that they parted ways and Grease disengaged his pod from the dock and made way back to his quarters. He never would have imagined it would be so difficult to fly. 4 thrusters were at the bottom of each ship. The first he called into battle was immediately destroyed by being dropped from too great a height. The Re-Deployable Vehicle pilot must have been drunk out of his mind. The second he called was destroyed by a tank, to no fault of his own, the tanker was on a crash course with it well before he could realize. The drop-ship looked like paper crushing as the tank destroyed her right before his eyes.
Grease let out a long sigh, said “It’s gonna be one of those days!”, and moved away from the traffic.
Angry he called in the third this time it was delivered properly and he hopped into the cockpit to check it out. As Grease entered the ship the vehicle began to hover as if sensing a pilot present. Grease liked the hum of the engines it was a soothing sound. He surveyed the controls and felt assured he could handle her. Grease began to ease on power to the thrusters. The ship began to gain altitude with a slight angle down on the nose. As it had a slight down angle she was nudged into the ground and before he could react the tail end had continued accelerating and slammed her into a front flip. The ship caught fire and before Grease could remember how to get out she exploded with him inside. Grease tried so hard to get out. Disappointed, hurt, and confused he was reborn into the next clone. Mercenaries never forget the agony of being burned alive. Still as always he pushed on. Grease jumped out of the MCC hit the inertia dampener in anger, and called in the 4th ship.
Grease “This time I will get airborne!”
He hopped in angrily and slammed on the thrusters thinking he just needed to get in the air. Thrust on full he ascended quickly. Grease was feeling satisfied with the climb! Suddenly all acceleration halted and he was vaporized…
Grease “HOW!???” He had forgotten he was underneath the MCC. He had flown a path at maximum speed into a ship roughly 150 times more massive.
“God help me!” Grease plead
As he was frustrated beyond belief, at the end of the day Grease had mastered take off and flying at sharp angles, however every landing was a terrific crash. For an entire week he had nightmares of burning to death. Roughly a hundred drop-ships later Grease was able to gently land on top of any structure.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#17 Posted: 2015.07.12 21:04
Planetary Conquest
When Worlds Collide- Powerman 5000
Grease was on standby for an upcoming battle. It was already late in the day as he had done an incredible amount of fighting but his aim was all warmed up. Grease was very excited to begin a war for taking over a district. For the corporation John 17:21 was 0uter.Heaven’s primary sniper with Grease as a backup. Grease was on deck to assist should the need arise. The idea of planetary conquest came from the realization that a corporation of mercenaries could attack and defend areas on a planet to bolster their resources and land. Corporations could offer protection or be the bane of all existence by having a strong name and giving money to new recruits that would join the cause. Little did Grease know it was different for others, some saw it as a pride. Famous or infamous depending on the side you were on and what you stood for. A warning came over Grease’s com link declaring 5 minutes until atmospheric deceleration. Radar began to speak and Grease heard many more as they all joined in laughing and carrying on. There were several different dynamics to the plan than what Grease had seen with the average attack. Space fighters were to tear a hole through enemy blockades both fighters and bombers soared through space. Grease could hear no sound as he surveyed the planet in the warbarge witnessing lights flashing and implosions of enemy vessels clearing a path for the ground pounders. John 17:21 “Grease I’m going to step out on this one. You take it.” Nervous but sure of himself Grease accepted.
Radar “All right! City holds two points Reis, Mag, and Kaotic on tower duty I’ll fly. Grease take squad lead for the armored division, guard watch home point, and standby for orbital strikes. Sick Demon, D3LTA blitz, Kaughst and everyone else come in on mobile uplinks where we need you. Armored division attack enemy home point and pin them down. You are going to move across the bridge to Alpha point and sweep Echo. Let’s do this!”
Grease loaded up his scout gear and fit the fastest possible armor he designed. As 0uter.Heaven’s MCC broke through the atmosphere the roar of air intensified greatly. An immediate shot of adrenaline surged his clone body, he jumped. Grease fell to the ground and the dust began to swirl his stance broke into a sprint. This suit was modified with Kinetic Catalyzers to boost the fast twitch muscles and was able to run at the speed of a thorough bred race horse. Racing across the terrain, Grease laid down a hidden uplink in case the need arose. He then hacked the home point defense system sending ultra-powerful rockets careening into the enemy MCC. As soon as the hack was complete he ran back to a secure location. Grease found good cover and line of site on the objective. As he sighted in and took a knee gyro’s tightened the outer fibers of his suit drastically increasing his stability and ability to aim. Locked and loaded Grease now played the waiting game. Silent on coms Grease listened. Silence for 20 seconds in battle is a long time. They had flown onto the top of the city. Reiselia was to set down her equipment and use high ground to rain her Mass Driver grenade launcher down on unsuspecting enemies. Kaotic Krusader and Maglives were placed onto the tower to shoot down incoming drop-ships, tanks, and occasionally pick off an infantry man.
As they landed, Radar said “Ok Reis! Do your thing I’m going into point Bravo.”
Reiselia’s voice calmly said “They are pushing point bravo heavily. I can see about 10 of them.” Radar “OKAY! D3LTA and Sick bring in your teams!” 5 seconds passed as the two squads generated clones on the mobile uplink deployed by Reis. Prototype Caldari assault, Logistics, and Amarrian Heavy suits appeared in a flash of light and waded into the enemy bulge. In a V formation they split the offense in two. The sounds of battle were deafening. The towers between the firefight were all that dampened screams and explosions. The fight must have been hell. The spooling and constant fire of heavy machine guns was a sound like an eagles cry.
Radar sounding sure said “All right they have been pushed out. I’m going to set out an uplink at their home point, standby for my call.”
Radar’s scout suit was even faster than Grease’s as he dashed outside towards the enemy base. Grease felt it, it was time. He knew from on high they would be attacking our home point soon. Grease stopped monitoring coms to slip into focus. Four seconds passed as he saw the flash and several attackers setting up to secure 0uter.Heaven’s home point.
Grease “Multiple enemy contacts, heavy push incoming from south east side ridge. Need armor to secure the point.”
The first to enter the kill box is downed with a shot to the left side temple.
Radar “On my way Grease make the shot! D3LTA take your squad and secure their home point Kaughst on me.”
Grease kept firing and had their attention. He could feel the earth quaking as tanks busy from pounding on each other were making a south westerly sweep to the east. A flash of light produced Radar and Kaughst to the building above the station. Grease downed a third hacker and the attacking squad turned to face him. With their backs to Radar and Kaughst, Grease dropped his scope and ran towards the front. All the soldiers were eager to kill and were distracted enough. Grease watched as Radar considered what to do. Radar rocked back and forth then leapt from the top of the building.
Grease “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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Th3.Immortals
#18 Posted: 2015.07.12 21:05
Radar jumped into the middle of the attacking force hitting his inertia dampener. Kaughst unleashed a hell-storm of grenades from his mass driver. Grease could see the strike forces confusion. Turning in disarray they saw grenades raining from atop the mining facilities roof. Radar between them, his shotgun flashing bursts of plasma, and strafing about like a mad man possessed. Just as he killed the first of the enemy, tanks came into the sight. Terror filled the hearts of the enemy as they mowed them down like grass. The giant cannons bursting, comparable to machine gun fire, made it a blood bath. They popped like water balloons of red all around as Radar pursued the direction of the attack. He destroyed the uplink and the tanks rolled back towards a northeastern course. Radar “Kaughst, Grease cover me I am going to counter hack.”
Grease “Rodger.”
Grease watched Radar covered from head to toe in blood and admired his lack of regard for self in battle. Radar uploaded the counter hack protocol and Grease sighted back into the kill box. Radar and Kaughst left to terrorize the enemy on their own ground. Grease saw two refugees likely a mining family that had gotten lost in the emergency evacuation underneath the building Kaughst and Radar had just appeared from. Grease ran up to them knowing time was short and the battle was won. A rogue round pierced a mining vehicle and severed a woman’s arm from the shoulder. There was nothing Grease could do as he watched her bleed out. His right arm went numb and then hot. He readied the long rifle and put a round through her heart. Grease cursed himself for not having a nanite injector. He looked at her brown curly hair in appreciation and spoke “Ashes to ashes dust to dust.”
He turned to his right sensing the presence of others. Enough time was left to wave at her children as they were pulled out to assault another planet. Dazed Grease heard Radar “Nice shot Grease!!!” Radar couldn’t see the trembling body inside the drop-suit. Grease walked toward the Star dotted void and put his hand to his face. He realized that he must have looked like a monster to those children. Now he wondered what are they fighting for?

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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Th3.Immortals
#19 Posted: 2015.07.12 21:05
The alliance

Grease was unaware of the politics involved in conquest. He learned 0uter.Heaven had become a part of a super alliance known as EON. The groups he was aware of are the people of Sver-Truebloods, A corporation named Teamplayers, 0uter.Heaven, Red Star, and Ahrendee Mercenaries. Still grieving over the refugee he continued to research into the past and present events leading to the formation of these alliances. Grease searched among the people of Sver Prime for understanding. He found their people to be rude and haughty. The largest corporation by far, Sver-Trueblood was led by Quickgloves and a large upper class of ladies and lords. They were the richest among the worlds and it showed in their impractical architecture. Magnificent spires and towers like a mountain range split the sky. It was impressive but something told Grease that he would one day be atop them bringing judgement. Grease spoke with a fellow mercenary. He was a proud citizen of Sver code named Draven Demorte. Eyes locked as they recognized the others’ demeanor, as if two predators had crossed paths. With a nod Grease began to question him. The need to know the truth of what he had become a part of compelled him to search. Money was everything in this place however to him it only served a purpose of trade funding operations that should have meaningful ideals. He felt that dealing with enemies who deserved to have the wrath was the only reason to apply force in any situation. Sometimes the greed of a few can destroy the lives of countless people.

Truth
Passive- A perfect circle
Unlike the average citizen of Sver Prime he cared to give a detailed story of the war that took place a year ago. Sver had discovered the extremely elite group of mercenaries called Teamplayers. They were founded by a man called Chicagocubs4ever. Common tongue had taken to calling him Cubs or Cubby.
Draven explained, “He is an Amarr Loyalist to the bone. Cub’s all about elitism and partying it up in good fashion. He was particularly feared for being able to take an average mercenary and making them outstanding. A very strong tactician Cubs is good to have in your pocket.”
Grease knew the people of Sver had money to fund any operation and the secret back-bone of an alliance called “Eon” was actually a small elite group called Teamplayers.
Draven “We paid cubs to wipe out the forces on this world and reclaim our homeland after the 1st northern war. Those who wouldn’t accept us were wiped out and those whom could became laborers.”
Grease wasn’t shocked to hear this. He knew about the Amarrians and their long history of enslaving conquered peoples.
Draven “Sver Prime has reaped the benefits and is a shining metropolis.”
This made Grease’s stomach upside down, He knew it was a matter of time that world would fall. After his explanation Draven gives Grease the reports of God’s architect.
Draven “Now that you know the truth what will you do?”
Grease “I will wait until a decision needs to be made.”
Draven “And what side would you fight for?”
Grease “The side of righteousness.”
Draven “AHAHAHAHA! The side of righteousness! I haven’t heard that answer ever! You are a strange one. Either way it goes I’ll see you around. By the way I didn’t catch your name.” Grease “Grease… Spillett.”
Draven “Did you say spill-it?”
Grease “I did.”
Draven “And a strange name too! I’ll see you around!”
No you won’t Grease thought as he bowed as was customary in the land. Grease left to his station to review the documents.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bx0bJCvSFeA

Th3.Immortals
#20 Posted: 2015.07.12 21:06
Written by: God’s architect
Eleanor Rigby- Letters from the fire
A reporter on the events of many stories his chronicles are critical pieces of the puzzle. Little does he know that his name is as it was given. These were events Grease had not been aware of yet they yielded clues of old groups and the partial memories brokenly give a picture of the struggles for dominance. Tattered remains of ancient conversasions eluded to the bonds forged from a time before the time of Grease.
1st Northern War
The Imperfects and Outer.Heaven are committed to an extermination campaign in the north against Sver. Fighting for our very home is exciting. Place your bets and by the end of the week we shall have an outcome.

Day 1. Both sides have taken heavy casualties with victories and losses accounted in both sides, no territory as been taken. With the war ending its Day 1 operation the defense of Sver Prime was successful. With Day 2 of the Northern War approaching the united corporations bases have committed men and resources to attack strategic locations on Sver Prime. Also alongside the Imperfects, Outer.Heaven has also committed to the fight. With no air support on the Day 1 in its defense it is assumed that for the 1st day of the invasion they both maintain air dominance over the skies of Sver Prime. It is currently unknown how long this blockade will last, but both sides are in high spirits over the 1st day. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.

Blackened- Metallica

Day 2. This is unarguably the worst day of the war. With casualties reaching past half a trillion, ISK costs exceeding 500 billion, and with the loss of a supply base on Sver Prime to the United Corporations "Blue Hats". Now, with a closing reality that, Sver Prime may fall we have enacted a scorched earth policy for the Sver mainland and its colonies. If failure is imminent we are to destroy plans and research data of assault plans, defense strategies, logistics, secret base locations and etc. if evacuation of such sensitive information becomes impossible. Evacuation of civilian and company assets were a success and were escorted under the protection of the Unclaimed Alliance after the blockade was broken. The corporations’ wallet is no longer stationed in the Sver Prime Capital but at an undisclosed location. The evacuation of civilians from various warzones worlds were accompanied by many of the lower tiered True Bloods. With many of the men helping the evacuation efforts to the mainland they prepared for a possible evacuation from the home world itself. Due to the lack of men stationed on the frontline, many non-True Bloods mercenaries have been called into the fight to slow the advance. The CEO of Sver True Bloods Quickgloves announced that post-Sver Prime invasion or occupation will result in a massive invasion of multiple planets and sectors, threating to force the Northern War south, bringing her allies and enemies alike. Such a move is feared to ignite the 1st regional conflict. I'll keep people informed with the coming days.

Somebody call for an exterminator?

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