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Vengence or How Jonny Found His Sanity.

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The Warlords Legion
#1 Posted: 2015.09.23 00:35  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
Prologue

The Intergalactic Summit, home to countless embassies, corperate headquarters and many fine returants, bars and other fine dining establishments. Mac's Pub was no where close to these "fancy" places. Instead, you would have to go deep within IGS, through filthy streets and dark alleyways. This part of the Summit is notorious for being a haven for all sorts of criminals.

Mac's Pub was at the end of one of these streets, its back pressed against the wall, leaving the entrance as it's only. On one side of it was a brothel, where wh.res of all races lured in men and women to partak in their wares. One the otherside was a run down old shop, where crash addicts shot up. Yes, this was definitely not a fine 5 star establishment.

Three cloaked figures emerged from one of the alleyways and walked towards the pub. A begger reached out a shaking hand, asking for ISK so he may buy food. The figures stopped and looked at each other and muttered amongst themselves. One of them then knelt down in front of the begger and said, "Money, I can not give, but I can release you from your torment." The begger gasped as a knife was thrusted into his chest.

As the begger lay dying, the figures continued on their way.

Inside the pub was just was filthy as the rest of this side of the Summit. The wood floors were littered with holes and bloodstains, barstools with torn cushions, and chairs, that had been used recently as weapons, were broken and scattered about. The lighting was scare and gave the impressions that it was a horrible set from a B-Halovid.

Behind the bar was an elderly Brutor, cleaning a pint glass. He was bald, his black short cropped beard was starting to gray, and his left eye was covered with an eye patch. He was not the tallest Brutor the three figures had seen, nor was he the biggest, but something about this old man seemed to have inspired fear in one of them.

As the three figures moved towards the bar, the old man spoke without looking up, saying, "We are closed for the night. If you want your fix, the wh.res next door sell booze. It ain't as strong as mine, but it will do."

"We aren't hear for your booze, old man," replied one of the figures.

The old man looked up at them and frowned. He placed the glass on the shelf behind him and turned back to the figures. He turned around, standing close to the bar, one hand feeling the familar shape of a combat rifle. "Is that so?"

The figure who spoke nodded. "We have come to deliver a message to your son. However we do not need you alive!"

The other two figures drew scrambler rifles from within their cloaks and aimed them at the old man. However, the old man was quicker. By the time the two trained their rifles on him, the old man had pulled his combat rifle and fired three shots at one of them, killing him. As he readjusted his aim to shoot the other, he was shot in his shoulder. The searing pain forced him to drop his rifle, though he gritted his teeth through the pain and did not scream.

Before he could reach for his flaylock, the unarmed figure was upon him, knife in his hand. He held the knife up to the old man's neck and said, "You made a big mistake, Mac. He was our finest soldier."

Mac spat on the figure's face and said, "You immortals are all the same. He will be back."

The figure pulled back his hood with his free hand, revealing his golden hair, hazel eyes, and white skin. He laughed as the realization of who this was showed on Mac's face. "We immortals," said the man, "will always come back. However mortals like you, stay dead!" With that, the man cut Mac's throat and watched as he bled out.

The man then stood up, placed the hood over his head and walked to the door. As he past the other figure, he said, "Burn it to the ground."

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#2 Posted: 2015.09.24 00:20
This... displeases me. (In a good way i suppose.

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#3 Posted: 2015.09.24 00:32
((This displeases me because I have no doubt this is another dig at Amarr being the sole bad guys of the universe. I'd love to be surprised......but I doubt I will be.))

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#4 Posted: 2015.09.24 00:34
True Adamance wrote:
((This displeases me because I have no doubt this is another dig at Amarr being the sole bad guys of the universe. I'd love to be surprised......but I doubt I will be.))


((Nope not another dig at the Amarr, just killing off characters and bringing in some vengence, all I will say))

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#5 Posted: 2015.09.24 00:36
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
((This displeases me because I have no doubt this is another dig at Amarr being the sole bad guys of the universe. I'd love to be surprised......but I doubt I will be.))


((Nope not another dig at the Amarr, just killing off characters and bringing in some vengence, all I will say))



((Then colour me interested. I'm so done seeing people shoe horn the Amarr into moustache twirling villains by this point rather than realistic people.))

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

The Warlords Legion
#6 Posted: 2015.09.24 11:18
Chapter One

The fist connected to the side of his face like a hammer, knocking the half caste Intaki down. He spat up a bit of blood, and a tooth, and the crowd cheered. The man slowly stood up and wiped the blood from his lips.

"Get in there you c.nt!" shouted a short Sebiestor from the sidelines. "I put good money on you to win!"

The Intaki smiled and stared at his opponent, a tall Brutor with arms the size of tree trunks. His blue eyes showed no hatred towards his opponent, only feirce determination. He ran a hand slowly through his shaggy light brown hair and laighed.

"Is that all you got?" he asked mockingly. "I thought a big Matari like you would hit like a man!"

The Brutor screamed in rage and rushed at his smaller opponent. The Intaki stood his ground, and at the last possible moment, he dodged to the right and slammed his fist into the back of the hulking Brutor's head. The Brutor fell to the ground, unconcious, with a loud thud.

The crowd cheered and some booed as the Intaki walked towards the Sebiestor, his arms spread wide. "I told you that betting on me was a safe bet, Jack!"

Jack shook his head and said, "You are one crazy f.cking Gallentean, Jonny. But that's why I love ya!" They started laughing and headed out of the cellar of the club and towards the bar.

They were in "Crime Central", the dark underbelly of the Summit. Here is where all sorts of things can be found. From brothels, to drug dens, even the occasional smuggler's ring, if you were looking for something illegal, Crime Central had it. The Pits were a recent thing, started by immortals who wanted to put their money where their mouth is. Usually the Dusters would fight, but the occasional Capsuleer would try his hand at it.

The club itself was the most popular in Crime Central, though far from the safest. Most of it's patrons were smugglers, murders, thieves and cutthroats, the scum of New Eden some might say. One can have his head blown off right on the dance floor, and no one would care. Demetrious 'Jonny' Buelle felt right at home amongst these low lives.

"So drinks are on you, eh?" Jonny said jokingly.

"Yea, yea, they are always on me. When have you ever paid foe your own booze?" Turning to the bartender, he said "A bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses."

Jonny took out a cigar from his jacket, which he had put on afrer the fight. "Well I did buy my own at the Tribal Spear. F.ck, I think I even bought ol' Kador a drink or two."

"You, buying an Amarrian a drink? Bullsh.t!"

Jonny downed his shot and poured himself, "I swear to you, on my mother's grave, I bought him a drink!"

"Well f.ck, looks like hell finally froze over!"

"What becaude I bought an Amarrian a drink?"

"No, Kador having a drink with your sorry arse!" Jonny and Jack started laughing. They toasted each other and downed a shot.

As Jack poured them both another shot, one of the wh.res from down the street bursted into the club. "Mac's is on fire!" She shouted, "Check it out, the mother f.cker is burning down!"

Jonny and Jack dropped their drinks and pushed and shoved their way through the club, trying to get outside. Jonny was the first to see it. The fire had engulfed his father's pub and turned it into a blazing inferno. The brothel and the drugden on either side had already caught fire.

Jonny pushed through the gathering crowd, Jack on his tail. "Mac!" Jonny shouted, "Mac!" He looked at every face he past, hoping to see his father. As he got to the front of the crowd, he realized his father was still somewhere inside the burning pub. Without thinking, he ran towards the fire, hoping to save his father.



A few hours later, Jonny was alone in his quarters. He had died three times trying to brave the inferno. Three times he died in vain. The security team was combing over the remains of his father's pub, trying to see what caused it. Jonny was certain his father was dead.

An empty bottle of whiskey lay on the table beside him, with a freshly opened one in his hands. His mother's ion pistol lay on the table in front of him. He contemplated killing himself, though he knew the effort would ultimately be in vain.

His wristcomp was glowing slighty, showing he had several messages. He didnt want to read them, nor did he want to talk to anyone. He was waiting to hear what happened, waiting to hear the words he already knew.

After his third attempt, it had become clear to him that this was no accident. Someone had killed his father, a mortal who had fought for his freedom and for a place in this universe. Burning down the pub was just adding insult to injury.

He had thought of two possibilities of people that could of done this: the Amarr Empire, or Cale. He thought the Empire, but threw that idea out the window. They weren't in the buisness of brutality murdering someone and setting their place of buisness on fire, especially now with their Empress dead. They couldn't afford to give the Matari another reason to strike against them now.

That only left Cale. Cale, the f.cking traitor. Cale, the one who captured and tortured Jonny and pretended to be part of the Empire. Cale, Jonny's sack of sh.t son-in-law.

Jonny finished his second bottle of whiskey and rose to his feet. He picked up his ion pistol and checked to make sure it was loaded. As he holstered it, he headed for the door.

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#7 Posted: 2015.09.30 17:33  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
Chapter 2

The ship docked into the station. The trip from the Summit had taken Jonny several hours. Had he wanted, he could of accessed one of his jump clones, arriving in mere seconds.

However, Jonny preferred traveling with the mortals aboard transport ships. They always had the best stories to tell, and the best songs to sing. Most of them don't even notice that he is an Immortal, and most that do realize, don't care. One in a while though, there is always that one that will never let him be. In those cases, Jonny either buys him a drink, or knocks them out, both would usually make your head spin.

As Jonny stepped off the ship, his hand instinctively felt his ion pistol, which was hidden inside his jacket. A security officer gave him a wary look, so he pulled out a pack of smokes from his jacket. He always kept his smokes next to his gun, which has lead to some painful, drunken mistakes.

Once the smoke was lit, he placed the pack and his lighter back into his jacket. He took a couple long drags on his smoke as he walked past the security officer and up to the veiwing platform from where he can see the fourth Moon of Jita IV, the moon which the station orbited.

As he gazed out at the moon, a kid bumped into Jonny. Jonny instinctively grabbed the kid by his arm and pulled him close. He then reached inside the kids coat and pulled out his own ion pistol. "Next time, be a bit more subtle, kid," he said as he put his pistol back in his jacket. "And watch who you steal from too, immortals don't like to be f.cked with." Jonny smiled as a look of shock appeared across the kid's face. He let him go.

After finishing his smoke, he traveled to the pleasure district, the part of the station where one will find many vices, both legal and otherwise. It was here, amongst the brothels, dives, and drug dens that he found himself. One Matari prostitute stormed out of a brothel as he past, and slapped him accross his face, screaming "You lying c.nt! You said you loved me!"

"Whoa, hey, babe," Jonny said as he pulled the wh.re close. "Allow me to apologize for not calling or writting. I have been so busy with work lately, this is actually my first time back on Jita since were last together. I have been missing you, babe."

"Then why is it that there is a halovid of you f.cking that Caldari b.tch, Karizuki, from the brothel across the street? You said you loved me Jonny, you said I was the one. The f.ck kind of lying c.nt are you to say these things to a woman like me and lead me on!"

"But you arn't a woman, you're a f.cking wh.re!" Jonny shouted. The prostitute slapped Jonny hard across his face, spat on him and walked off cursing under her breath.

"You know, you really need to stop wasting your time here," said a voice from behind him. Jonny spun around, his hand immediately pulling out his ion pistol. "Really?" said Jack, who had been sitting on watching with a young Caldari girl around his arm. "You're going to pull a gun on me?"

"You know me," Jonny replied, "can't resist a decent f.ck. Have you seen the boss yet?"

Jack whispered something into his escort's ear. She giggled and went inside the nearest brothel. Jack watched her leave with a smile then started walking down an alleyway, Jonny followed. Then Jack said: "Not yet, but I hear something big is going down. Mac's death was no accident, but I guess we both already knew that. I still think it was Cale, but it may not be him."

Jonny frowned. "If not him, then who? The Empire wouldn't do this sh.t, especially not now with the Empress."

"I have no idea, and you know if I did, you would be the first to know."

A couple moments later, they came across a plain looking door. On closer inspection, however, it was an electrified steel door, made to stun anyone from entering without permission. It was crude and severely outdated tech, but it serves it's purpose well.

Jonny punched in a code on his wristcomp. Then he transmitted a signal, which contained the code, at the right frequency. The electric field dissapated, and Jonny opened the door.

Immediately he drew his Ion Pistol and charged a round. He had it pointed at an Amarrian woman sitting down at the table with his boss, Masurki Siisma (aka Slim). She had pale skin, golden hair, and hazel eyes. Had he not known this woman's brother, he would of tried to seduce her.

Instead, he kept his pistol aimed at the Amarrian and said, "Gena, where the f.ck is bastard of a brother you call, Cale?"

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#8 Posted: 2015.09.30 21:29
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

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#9 Posted: 2015.10.01 00:25
True Adamance wrote:
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)


(Just the clingy ones)

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#10 Posted: 2015.10.01 01:17
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)


(Just the clingy ones)


((Isn't that what you pay them for?))

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

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#11 Posted: 2015.10.01 01:28
True Adamance wrote:
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)


(Just the clingy ones)


((Isn't that what you pay them for?))


((You pay them to cling onto certain extremities, not be all jealous and sh.t. If Jonny wanted a wife, he would get one))

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#12 Posted: 2015.10.01 03:12
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)


(Just the clingy ones)


((Isn't that what you pay them for?))


((You pay them to cling onto certain extremities, not be all jealous and sh.t. If Jonny wanted a wife, he would get one))


((Btw who was Marcy's mother?))

Waves that dye the land gold. Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.

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#13 Posted: 2015.10.01 03:58
True Adamance wrote:
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
Jonny D Buelle wrote:
True Adamance wrote:
(The man with a girl at every port..... damn is Johnny mean to prostitutes.)


(Just the clingy ones)


((Isn't that what you pay them for?))


((You pay them to cling onto certain extremities, not be all jealous and sh.t. If Jonny wanted a wife, he would get one))


((Btw who was Marcy's mother?))


((All will be revealed, Soon (TM)))

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#14 Posted: 2015.10.04 08:35
Chapter 3

Gena slowly rose to her feet, hands slightly held up. "Jonny, we need to-"

"You don't get to call me that," Jonny said, his eyes made with hate and rage. "Only my friends get to call me that!"

"Then what should I call you, Mr Buelle," she replied, her voice did a poor job of masking her fear. Slim and her brother, the traitor known as Cale, spoke to her of his wrath. In Cale's words: 'Marcy is scary, yes, but you know what she will and can do to you. Her father, her father hides his dark side, and should it ever be released, well I pity those who suffer his wrath. Even if they deserve it.'

"Demetrious," said Jonny coldly.

"Demetrious," Gena repeated. "I am not here to rub what my brother did in. I am here to help."

Jonny approached Gena and placed the barrel of his ion pistol against her head. "And why the f.ck should I believe the word of a traitor's b.tch sister? And an Amarrian no less! Give me one f.cking reason not to splatter your brains all over the wall."

"Because you don't kill mortals!"

Jonny frowned, then looked at Slim. Slim nodded and Jonny looked back at Gena. He then cursed the gods and lowered his pistol, then said, "You are lucky some immortals have honour." He then push past Gena and sat down. Slim reached under the table and took out a beer from a cooler and passed it to Jonny.

Gena sat down and said, "Right, now let's get down to it. For the past few months, I have been receiving messages from my brother."

"Oh wow, what a big f.cking reveal!" Jonny said sarcastically.

Slim shot him a dirty look and Gena continued: "Now normally he would write about his adventures with you, Demetrious, and how much he loved your daughter. However lately, something has changed. He kept talking about how no one understood the price of being an immortal. He kept repeating 'I will make them all understand'.

"Then, the Empress was murdered. The entire Empire wept. My brother said he knew what the Empress would want. He started killing Matari. Some Amarr followed him. They call him the new prophet, the one who will end the war and put the Matari in their place. They are deranged!"

"And what makes you say that? Last I checked, you Amarrians wanted to enslave the Matari." Jonny said.

"That is not what we want. We wish to enlighten them, we wish for them to better themselves. Yes our forefathers were cruel and went about it the wrong way, however we only wish to bring them up, not tear them down."

"So why doesn't the Empire step in and stop them?" Slim ask, speaking up for the first time in the meeting.

"Because," said Gena, "if we were to man a full scale operation, we would to admit dissention within our ranks, a stance we cannot afford at the moment. Not with our enemies circling like vultures."

"So what, you want me to work for the Empire?" asked Jonny.

"No," said Gena rising to her feet. "My brother killed Mac, your father. He destroyed your inheritance, took your legacy away from you, and betrayed you in everyway possible. The Empire doesn't need your help, however your thirst for vengence compells you to work with your most hated enemy. Ultimately, you are doing this to avenge your father, helping the Empire is pure coincidence."

Jonny and Slim looked at each other dumbstruck. They then both looked at Jack, who looked just as shocked as the others. Jonny then downed his beer, rose to his feet and said "F.ck the Empire. But if it means my old man can rest well with his ancestors, well, may your god protect the empress' hairy arse in the next! Where do we begin?"

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#15 Posted: 2015.10.05 00:34
((Hmmmm behave yourself within the Empire Mr Buelle. I am watching!))

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#16 Posted: 2015.10.29 01:37  |  Edited by: Jonny D Buelle
Chapter 4

Amarrian space, Jonny had only been here for 'rescue' operations. Never had he dreamed of coming to their aid, though the Amarrians would never know it of it. This operation was to be kept quiet and collateral damage had to be minimized.

Jonny walked past the crew of his warbage, on his way to the armory, all of them were hardened veterans of some war or battle, most of them were Matari. On his way to the armoury, he was stopped by a few members of hus crew. Some wanted to voice their objections to the mission, some wanted to thank him for it, and others, well others just wanted his opinion on which brothels are worth visiting in the Empire.

Jonny entered the armoury and saw his daughter, Marcy, gearing up for the operation. She looked up at him, her blue eyes burned with hate and anger, but this time it wasn't because of her father.

Jonny ignored her gaze and picked up a breach plasma rifle. His hatred for the Empire was only bested by his thirst for revenge against those who killed his mother, the Caldari. However, he appreciated their take on a fine peice of Gallente weaponry. For this operation, he was going to be using this rifle in combination with his assault suit, a suit he hasn't worn since the Battle of Caldari Prime, his sentinel suit would be too slow for this operation.

Jack entered the armoury as Jonny was preparing his assaul suit. He looked at Marcy, who stared back with those hate filled eyes, then looked at Jonny and said, "You sure you want to be doing this, commander?"

"Yes," Jonny replied as he began to field strip his plasma rifle, it needed a clean. "This is the only course of action."

"I know, we need to stop Cale's cult, but to work with the Empire?"

"We have worked for them before, remember when the Company of Marcher Lords hired us?"

"That was different, Jonny, we were contracted to kill Blood Raiders."

Jonny slammed his fist onto the counter then turned to Jack. "How is this different? Cale's cult is that just as bad, if not worse than the Blood Raiders. Yeah, we have to work with these gold sh.tters, but we are doing this to protect the Matari and to avenge my father! If you aren't okay with this, there's the f.cking door."

Marcy stopped sharpening her knives and looked at her father. Never had she seen him snap like that, espcially not at Jack, his oldest and closest friend. She looked at his eyes and saw the same hatred and anger reflected back at her.

Jack looked at Jonny and said coldly, "I have served with you since Caldari Prime, we have slaughtered thousands of Amarrians together and have freed countless slaves. Never, have I questioned your reasoning until now. If you need me, I'll be in my quarters." With that, he turned around and left the armoury.

Marcy stood up and sheathed her knives and headed for the door. Before she left, she said, "Mother was right, you arn't the man she loved long ago."

Jonny ignored her and continued cleaning his rifle.

((Sorry for halfassed chapter been somewhat busy trying to get past this bloody writer's block))

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#17 Posted: 2015.11.07 19:00
Chapter 5

The battle waged around him, ever escalating. To his left, Jonny saw a squad of Caldari immortals charging his posistion, rail rifles in hand. He primed a flux grenade and counted to three before tossing it towards his enemies. The shriek of the flux was his que to stand up from behind the peice of rubble he was using as cover, plasma rifle in hand, and unload on the squad, killing them.

He laughed to himself and reloaded. He then went and scavenged the corpses of his fallen enemies for ammo, grenades, anything useful really. After he got what he could, he opened his comlink and said, "Command, this is Private Buelle, my team has been wiped out, requesting evac, over." There was no reply. "Command, this is Private Buelle, do you copy?" Again there was no reply.

As he was about to try the third time, he looked up and witnessed a Titan falling from the sky and crashing into Caldari Prime. The force of the impact sent Jonny flying into exposed rebar.


Jonny woke up in a sweat. It has been a while since he had that dream, the dream of his first death. It was his first and only tour with the Federal Marines, back when he felt some loyalty to his dear mother's Federation. That loyalty died out after Caldari Prime.

All of a sudden, sirens started going off in his quarters. He quickly rose to his feet and grabbed his jacket. That siren could only mean one thing, they had arrived. As he made his way to the War Room, non-combat personal ran to their stations, some went to report in at the aft deck.

Jack and Marcy were already waiting for him in the War Room. They weren't in their dropsuits as this missions was not a hot drop as their last one was. This one required them to transfer their consciousness to the clone vat on the surface below.

"Alright," said Jonny, approaching the map in the center of the room. "This is the surface of the planet below. From what Gena said, Cale and his Cult are held up in this abandoned reseaech facility, here." He pointed to a halogram of a crumbling Amarrian structure.

"Gena has informed us that there are some Gold Sh.tters that will assist us. We will rendezvous with them here, in the hills north of the facility. When we breach, our first priority is to kill any of these cultists in our way and capture Cale."

"Capture him?" asked Jack. "Why would we want to do that? Cale has gone insane, Jonny, better to just destroy what he has and be done with it."

Jonny looked Jack in the eyes, his own burning with the same firey hatred as it did in the armoury. "I want him alive."

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