Location: Planet-side military installation 462-b
System: Classified
Constellation: Classified
Region: Hemitar
3 Hours after Jarik's abduction at the hands of an RMS blackops team
Jarik Utoni woke with a start, the room he was in was pitch black and he found that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.
"Good morning kid."
Jarik jumped at the sudden sound of a voice behind him and turned to face it.
"Don't worry, I'm just here to beat the living shit outa' you!"
Jarik heard the fist fly before it hit him square in the stomach, he doubled over and wretched into the blackness.
"Aww kid, don't give up now, the captain said you were a perfect recruit."
Jarik heard the fist again and this time he swung his head out of the way in time.
"Good, good, I was hoping you would put up a Little fight."
Jarik's eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and he was barely able to see his assailant.
"I admit this is my favorite part of the training." the man continued, "Shall I recite the orders for you?"
He took another swing at Jarik but by this time Jarik had timed his movements to compensate.
"'Beat the living crap out of each recruit'."
Jarik saw the glint of the man's goggles. whatever they were they made him able to see.
"I choose who lives and dies in here kid."
He took another swing and clipped Jarik's shoulder sending him spinning to the ground.
"Gotcha!"
Jarik saw the man's shadow leap towards him, and Jarik moved. Before he could react Jarik had delivered a barefooted kick to the man's face shattering the goggles. He staggered back clutching his face and tore off the ruined goggles throwing them to the ground.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
He ran towards Jarik but with his eyes gone he couldn't see the wall he ran into.
"Where are you?!" The man got on his hands and knees to feel around.
3 minutes passed before the man grew silent.
Captain Jor Atkin looked at his watch. "Time" he said, "Let's take a look at the damage shall we?" He keyed the switched and opened the door and found the body of Private Wilson laying in a pool of his own blood.
"Ah, fuck." he looked around the room for the kid, and there he was, a look of contempt plainly visible on his face.
Jor smiled, "Congratulations 'Burn' you passed the first test."
Jor looked back at the body,
"You're a bloodthirsty little fella aren't you?"
Jor could feel the kid searching for weaknesses, it chilled him to the bone.
"My name's Jarik..." he finally said
"No," Jor responded "You will answer to 'Burn' from now on."
"I am Captain Jor Atkin and from this day forward I am your commanding officer."
"Now you need to report to the medical wing of the base, I'll have my personal guards escort you."
((The Implant))
Jarik Walked down the rust brown halls of the base, escorted on either side by huge men, almost as scary as Jor was.
"Here." one of them motioned into a room.
one of them picked him up and placed him on the table. An AIMED walked into the room it's synthesized voice chirped forth
"Burn, please lie still whilst I administer the localised anaesthetic."
Jarik, interested now allowed the AIMED to administer to a spot in the side of his head.
The AIMED noting it's subjects sudden interest in the procedure continued to explain.
"What we are doing now is applying the Hardpoint,"
The AIMED showed Jarik the device,
"What this does in act as an anchor to the Nano-assemblers who will build the circuitry in your head to the specifications contained within said implant."
The AIMED filled a syringe with Nano-assemblers an turned towards Jarik.
This will itch please try to hold still.
Jarik Felt the ants enter his head, squirming and scratching. Only the restraints holding his arms to his side kept him from scratching out his eyeball.
"Make it stop!" he screamed.
"Please remain calm"
Jarik squeezed his eyes shut and just screamed.
It felt like forever but the ants stopped scratching, Jarik slowly opened his eyes.
"Implantation successful, Ocular implant is responding to external stimuli."
"Burn please access your implant."
Jarik could feel the implant in his mind, like an extra room in his brain. He found the door for the room and opened it. The room changed colors, a little subtext in the foreground of his vision let him know what he was seeing. Infrared, X-ray, light enhancement, Zoom - 2X - 4X - 10X - 150X.
Jarik switched to x-ray and looked around the room finally looking towards the mirror.
Behind this mirror sat Captain Jor Atkin and Corporal Jessica Loon.
"Corporal, are you sure you locked out the X-ray capabilities in that implant?"
Crpl. Loon consulted the database
"Captain, we locked out all but light-enhancement, somehow he has broken through the neural blocks and has access to every capability."
Jor frowned and looked at Jarik's medical printout
"We'll just have to work with it then."
His eyes widened and he turned towards Cprl. Loon
"I want him in the sniper program in three years Corporal, get it done."
Crpl. Loon keyed the command into the computer.
"And his training until then?"
Jor smiled,
"If a class has covert in it's name I want him taking it."
Loon showed her surprise this time,
"But that will take..."
"Yes," he said "over 5 years of training."
He looked back into the room at the seven year old Brutor who at this point was looking directly at him.
You will do great things Jarik Utoni, he thought, it's in your genes.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Immortals (pre-capsuleer)
Dear Jarik Utoni,
It is with utmost pride that I inform you of your acceptance into the capsuleer program.
All relevant data has been to you and you are instructed to report to deck 5-a at 1400 hours tomorrow for implant insertion and cloning. Again, congratulations.
-Aunirad Fegill
-Chief Advisor
-Republic Military School
Jarik read over the message on his datapad for the umpteenth time. A capsuleer, an immortal, feared and respected galaxy wide. Yitri Ole, his professor, didn't seem as happy about his acceptance but darn it if it wasn't the best thing that had happened to him in since receiving his first starship post aboard a Cheetah. Jarik set the datapad down and dimmed the lights, "Tomorrow" he said aloud "I ascend to immortality."
The next day Jarik took the station transport further then he ever had before. "Deck 5-a" chirped the transport A.I., "Medical facilities, Clone Vat bay, transfer for shuttle 32k and 76b." Jarik disembarked and followed the flow of traffic to the Cloning facility. he was met by a AIMED which scanned his documentation and took a DNA sample. "Your clone will be ready for use within the hour please report to room 10d for implant integration." This is it, Jarik thought as he neared the surgery room, immortality awaits. The AIMED sat him down and put the breather over his face "Breath deeply and count back from 10" it instructed "Ten, Nine, Eight, seven, six..... f-five....." Jarik slumped into a dreamless sleep.
He awakened in the recovery room, his neck was really sore, but when he reached back to rub it he felt it, the capsule interface implant. for a split second he wondered how it worked but before the thought manifested itself his mind brought up a schematic of the implant and it's connection to his spinal column. he remembered things, that he didn't know before, how to pilot a Minmatar frigate with just his mind how to activate a projectile based ship mounted weapon with the neural pathways, how to control a camera drone with a thought. These memories weren't his own, but at the same time he couldn't tell them apart from his memories or ship based life.
He was shaken from his daydreams when the man laying in the gurney opposite suddenly woke up. Jarik watched as the same thoughts that had plagued him earlier registered in the man across from him. Jarik spoke up,
"Small 200mm autocannon I"
The man, startled, looks at Jarik and then said,
"Structure hitpoints: 40 HP, Mass: 15kg, Volume: 5m3, Capacity: 0.3m3"
He looked startled at his own words.
"We know stuff" Jarik said "That we didn't before."
The man smiled, "We've become immortals" they both grinned.
"I see you ladies are up!"
They both turned to see a huge Brutor, Sargent Keth Hawk, read his badge
"You, Jarik!" he turned to face Jarik "Pop quiz, how many high-power slots in a Slasher-class Frigate?"
Jarik though for a second, diving into the memories he had been given,
"Two" he finally said
Sgt Hawk turned to the other man,
"Shane, what type of hardpoints are available for use in those highslots?"
Shane seemed to think for a second before replying,
"One launcher hardpoint and two turret hardpoints. and only two may be used at the same time due to high-power connections restrictions"
"Very good Shane" Sgt. Hawk turned to Jarik again,
"Tell me about the Slasher's Capacitor and fitting restrictions Jarik"
It was getting easier to call up the information he needed
"The available powergrid on a Slasher is Exactly 20 MW, the available CPU is 100 tf. It's capacitor's capacity is exactly 156.25 GJ and when full depleted will recharge in precisely 117187.5 seconds unassisted."
The Sgt. nodded and turned back to Shane,
The quiz went on for at least 2 hours examining every detail of the slasher front and back from an implanted memory. Finally Sgt. Hawk seemed satisfied,
"One more question" the Sargent smiled
"What is the collective shield defence efficiency on an unfit Maelstrom against Angel Pirates?"
The two just-born capsuleers looked at each other dumbfounded.
Jarik spoke first, "I don't know sir..."
Hawk smiled, "Good," "Congratulations boys, you just passed the memory test, the real training begins tomorrow at 1400 hours at the pod gantries." Sgt. Hawk stepped out and Jarik and Shane got up.
"Gonna go talk to my parent's, they'll love to hear this!" Shane said "See ya around!"
"See ya!" Jarik replied as he gathered his clothes from the locker
So began the first day of the rest of his life, as an immortal, as a capsuleer.
It is with utmost pride that I inform you of your acceptance into the capsuleer program.
All relevant data has been to you and you are instructed to report to deck 5-a at 1400 hours tomorrow for implant insertion and cloning. Again, congratulations.
-Aunirad Fegill
-Chief Advisor
-Republic Military School
Jarik read over the message on his datapad for the umpteenth time. A capsuleer, an immortal, feared and respected galaxy wide. Yitri Ole, his professor, didn't seem as happy about his acceptance but darn it if it wasn't the best thing that had happened to him in since receiving his first starship post aboard a Cheetah. Jarik set the datapad down and dimmed the lights, "Tomorrow" he said aloud "I ascend to immortality."
The next day Jarik took the station transport further then he ever had before. "Deck 5-a" chirped the transport A.I., "Medical facilities, Clone Vat bay, transfer for shuttle 32k and 76b." Jarik disembarked and followed the flow of traffic to the Cloning facility. he was met by a AIMED which scanned his documentation and took a DNA sample. "Your clone will be ready for use within the hour please report to room 10d for implant integration." This is it, Jarik thought as he neared the surgery room, immortality awaits. The AIMED sat him down and put the breather over his face "Breath deeply and count back from 10" it instructed "Ten, Nine, Eight, seven, six..... f-five....." Jarik slumped into a dreamless sleep.
He awakened in the recovery room, his neck was really sore, but when he reached back to rub it he felt it, the capsule interface implant. for a split second he wondered how it worked but before the thought manifested itself his mind brought up a schematic of the implant and it's connection to his spinal column. he remembered things, that he didn't know before, how to pilot a Minmatar frigate with just his mind how to activate a projectile based ship mounted weapon with the neural pathways, how to control a camera drone with a thought. These memories weren't his own, but at the same time he couldn't tell them apart from his memories or ship based life.
He was shaken from his daydreams when the man laying in the gurney opposite suddenly woke up. Jarik watched as the same thoughts that had plagued him earlier registered in the man across from him. Jarik spoke up,
"Small 200mm autocannon I"
The man, startled, looks at Jarik and then said,
"Structure hitpoints: 40 HP, Mass: 15kg, Volume: 5m3, Capacity: 0.3m3"
He looked startled at his own words.
"We know stuff" Jarik said "That we didn't before."
The man smiled, "We've become immortals" they both grinned.
"I see you ladies are up!"
They both turned to see a huge Brutor, Sargent Keth Hawk, read his badge
"You, Jarik!" he turned to face Jarik "Pop quiz, how many high-power slots in a Slasher-class Frigate?"
Jarik though for a second, diving into the memories he had been given,
"Two" he finally said
Sgt Hawk turned to the other man,
"Shane, what type of hardpoints are available for use in those highslots?"
Shane seemed to think for a second before replying,
"One launcher hardpoint and two turret hardpoints. and only two may be used at the same time due to high-power connections restrictions"
"Very good Shane" Sgt. Hawk turned to Jarik again,
"Tell me about the Slasher's Capacitor and fitting restrictions Jarik"
It was getting easier to call up the information he needed
"The available powergrid on a Slasher is Exactly 20 MW, the available CPU is 100 tf. It's capacitor's capacity is exactly 156.25 GJ and when full depleted will recharge in precisely 117187.5 seconds unassisted."
The Sgt. nodded and turned back to Shane,
The quiz went on for at least 2 hours examining every detail of the slasher front and back from an implanted memory. Finally Sgt. Hawk seemed satisfied,
"One more question" the Sargent smiled
"What is the collective shield defence efficiency on an unfit Maelstrom against Angel Pirates?"
The two just-born capsuleers looked at each other dumbfounded.
Jarik spoke first, "I don't know sir..."
Hawk smiled, "Good," "Congratulations boys, you just passed the memory test, the real training begins tomorrow at 1400 hours at the pod gantries." Sgt. Hawk stepped out and Jarik and Shane got up.
"Gonna go talk to my parent's, they'll love to hear this!" Shane said "See ya around!"
"See ya!" Jarik replied as he gathered his clothes from the locker
So began the first day of the rest of his life, as an immortal, as a capsuleer.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Shadows of the Past (Part 1 of 3)
The recent assassination attempt against Jarik had been bothering him for weeks. Who was responsible? Why did they want him dead? More importantly, how can he keep it from happening again?
He had already taken care of the first part; he had the name of the broker the assassins were hired from. Aradath Fortuni, Ethnic Amarrian, height 5"11, weight: 240 lbs Location: Jita V - Moon 17 - Caldari Constructions Production Plant. Aradath operated his "Business" out of an old storefront in the lowest levels of the station.
Jarik surveyed the security from a distance utilizing the scope of his high powered anti-material rifle making notes on the back of his hand. The matte grey corridors of the Caldari built station were going to make it impossible to approach on foot. He would have to use stealth and utilize the training recieved at the RMS. He reached into his pocket, clutching the cool and familiar shape of his lighter. "Just like old times" he whispered to himself.
Jarik hoisted himself into the rafters above the station floor and slowly made his way towards the entrance of Aradath's brothel. He pulled the detonator off of his belt and flipped open the cap. Jarik smiled as he remembered something his Mentor, Yitri Ole, used to say; "Plan B is always C4."
Jarik Pressed the detonator, in an instant the building to the opposite of Aradath's was gutted, the explosion instantly killed the two guards nearest and all but the two guards at the Brothel door ran over to investigate. Yitri ole's saying came to mind again as Jarik flipped the detonator over to reveal another button. "Time for plan B" he whispered as he pressed it. The second explosion tore apart the investigating mercs leaving only the two at the door frantically sweeping the room for something to shoot at. Jarik waited until one was directly below him before executing him with a kick to the neck. Then he quickly disarmed and subdued the remaining Merc. "How many mercs remain?" he asked, "Or do you wish to join your friend here?" The merc's eyes grew wide "Three more inside plus two unarmed bouncers." his eyes pleaded for mercy. "Where is Aradath? I need to have a word with him." Jarik waved his revolver in the man's face. "In the private room!" He squeaked. Jarik smiled, "Thank you." and knocked him out with the butt of the revolver.
The Main dance floor was sparsely lit; a ritzy Galliente holoreel was playing abandoned during the rush to get out. A fist materialized from the shadows, nailing Jarik directly in the jaw. Even in his dazed state Jarik was able to instinctively block and counter the next punch with a shoulder dislocating strike that sent the bouncer, screaming in agony, to the floor. The other bouncer had opted for the slower but more painful chair to the face. The blow sent Jarik tumbling through a glass display case containing various narcotic substances, grabbing a handful of vials he waited for the bouncer to investigate and smashed the vials in his face the man went down screaming and clutching his face having gotten a concentrated dose of over a dozen illegal drugs. Jarik wiped the blood from his face, three more armed guards.
He made his way to the thick wooden door behind the bar; "Hello?" he said to the door "Who are you and what do you want?" came the gruff response "Do you happen to be Amarrian" Jarik asked, "No..."Good" Jarik said and unloaded his revolver into the center of the door. He opened the door and stepped over the body and took a peek around the corner. Nice of them to bunch up like that he thought as he cooked a grenade and tossed it behind the fortifications. The resulting explosion blew off the door and the unmistakable twang of Amarrian cursing could be heard coming from inside. "Come and get me you son of a slave whore, come and get what's coming to you!!!" Jarik chuckled as he primed the flash grenade and tossed it through the hole. More cursing followed by screams as Jarik kneecapped him and smashed his face into a desk. "You hired assassins to kill me, WHY?" The Amarrian grimaced in pain "It was a job for a regular client, he offered ISK to kill you and make it look like some political bullshit." "I need a name." Aradath managed a grin, "Names are an expensive commodity." Jarik smashed Aradath's grin with his fist "So is your life it seems, speak quickly or die slowly." Aradath lost it "You want a name you cock-sucking heathen, how's this; I was hired by an old friend of yours, I think you might remember his name, Celt Nurvalkin." Jarik's eyes widened. "Yea," Aradath continued, "I see you remember him, classmate for years always second best after you, he has money now, Jarik, and sway here, and you would be wise to..." Jarik put a round in Aradath's head, the blood and gore painting the walls of the office.
Celt Nurvalkin, back at the RMS they were rivals, the only thing Celt could do better than Jarik was diplomacy, and he did that with bribes and promises he was planning on breaking. It didn't surprise him that Celt was a criminal now, what did surprise him was that he would come over 20 jumps into Caldari space to try and kill him. Looks like it was time to take down Celt, and to take down Celt he needed information. Information was the bread and butter of one man in particular; Yitri Ole, professor of covert operations at the Republic Military School deep in Minmatar space.
He had already taken care of the first part; he had the name of the broker the assassins were hired from. Aradath Fortuni, Ethnic Amarrian, height 5"11, weight: 240 lbs Location: Jita V - Moon 17 - Caldari Constructions Production Plant. Aradath operated his "Business" out of an old storefront in the lowest levels of the station.
Jarik surveyed the security from a distance utilizing the scope of his high powered anti-material rifle making notes on the back of his hand. The matte grey corridors of the Caldari built station were going to make it impossible to approach on foot. He would have to use stealth and utilize the training recieved at the RMS. He reached into his pocket, clutching the cool and familiar shape of his lighter. "Just like old times" he whispered to himself.
Jarik hoisted himself into the rafters above the station floor and slowly made his way towards the entrance of Aradath's brothel. He pulled the detonator off of his belt and flipped open the cap. Jarik smiled as he remembered something his Mentor, Yitri Ole, used to say; "Plan B is always C4."
Jarik Pressed the detonator, in an instant the building to the opposite of Aradath's was gutted, the explosion instantly killed the two guards nearest and all but the two guards at the Brothel door ran over to investigate. Yitri ole's saying came to mind again as Jarik flipped the detonator over to reveal another button. "Time for plan B" he whispered as he pressed it. The second explosion tore apart the investigating mercs leaving only the two at the door frantically sweeping the room for something to shoot at. Jarik waited until one was directly below him before executing him with a kick to the neck. Then he quickly disarmed and subdued the remaining Merc. "How many mercs remain?" he asked, "Or do you wish to join your friend here?" The merc's eyes grew wide "Three more inside plus two unarmed bouncers." his eyes pleaded for mercy. "Where is Aradath? I need to have a word with him." Jarik waved his revolver in the man's face. "In the private room!" He squeaked. Jarik smiled, "Thank you." and knocked him out with the butt of the revolver.
The Main dance floor was sparsely lit; a ritzy Galliente holoreel was playing abandoned during the rush to get out. A fist materialized from the shadows, nailing Jarik directly in the jaw. Even in his dazed state Jarik was able to instinctively block and counter the next punch with a shoulder dislocating strike that sent the bouncer, screaming in agony, to the floor. The other bouncer had opted for the slower but more painful chair to the face. The blow sent Jarik tumbling through a glass display case containing various narcotic substances, grabbing a handful of vials he waited for the bouncer to investigate and smashed the vials in his face the man went down screaming and clutching his face having gotten a concentrated dose of over a dozen illegal drugs. Jarik wiped the blood from his face, three more armed guards.
He made his way to the thick wooden door behind the bar; "Hello?" he said to the door "Who are you and what do you want?" came the gruff response "Do you happen to be Amarrian" Jarik asked, "No..."Good" Jarik said and unloaded his revolver into the center of the door. He opened the door and stepped over the body and took a peek around the corner. Nice of them to bunch up like that he thought as he cooked a grenade and tossed it behind the fortifications. The resulting explosion blew off the door and the unmistakable twang of Amarrian cursing could be heard coming from inside. "Come and get me you son of a slave whore, come and get what's coming to you!!!" Jarik chuckled as he primed the flash grenade and tossed it through the hole. More cursing followed by screams as Jarik kneecapped him and smashed his face into a desk. "You hired assassins to kill me, WHY?" The Amarrian grimaced in pain "It was a job for a regular client, he offered ISK to kill you and make it look like some political bullshit." "I need a name." Aradath managed a grin, "Names are an expensive commodity." Jarik smashed Aradath's grin with his fist "So is your life it seems, speak quickly or die slowly." Aradath lost it "You want a name you cock-sucking heathen, how's this; I was hired by an old friend of yours, I think you might remember his name, Celt Nurvalkin." Jarik's eyes widened. "Yea," Aradath continued, "I see you remember him, classmate for years always second best after you, he has money now, Jarik, and sway here, and you would be wise to..." Jarik put a round in Aradath's head, the blood and gore painting the walls of the office.
Celt Nurvalkin, back at the RMS they were rivals, the only thing Celt could do better than Jarik was diplomacy, and he did that with bribes and promises he was planning on breaking. It didn't surprise him that Celt was a criminal now, what did surprise him was that he would come over 20 jumps into Caldari space to try and kill him. Looks like it was time to take down Celt, and to take down Celt he needed information. Information was the bread and butter of one man in particular; Yitri Ole, professor of covert operations at the Republic Military School deep in Minmatar space.
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