Location: Ammold V -Republic Military School
Jarik Utoni disembarked the private shuttle in dock at the RMS Headquarters. A Sebiestor Private who's nametag read "Vahk" greeted him at the dock.
"I'm sorry sir but you'll need to surrender your weapons before entering the station proper."
Jarik flashed a look of annoyance, "Private Vahk, I'm looking for Yitri Ole, and I have permission to carry these weapons." He reached into his coat to obtain the writ of permission. "See for yourself, signed by the high commander." Vahk looked over the writ, "Everything seems to be in order then, Captain Ole is teaching a class at the moment in the third tier, sim room 194-6b." "Thank you private." Jarik saluted, Vahk returned the salute. "Have a good day sir."
Yitro Ole was pissed off, Most of these students didn't have enough patience. Even his best marksman had jumped the gun and missed by almost 6 meters. "No No NO!!" he yelled as another pair missed by almost half a kilometer, "You need to exhale then pull the trigger, if you can't hit a target at 8km in a vacuum what makes you think you'll be any use at all planet side!!"
Suddenly he heard an incredibly loud retort of a special forces issue Heavy Anti-Material Rifle. Yitri looked through his spotting scope, the simulated Amarrian labeled "Target" was clutching at a golfball sized hole in it's chest right before it exploded in a shower of simulated gore.
Firing post 15, Target Destroyed flashed on the overhead display showing a replay of the target being obliterated by the explosion.
"Firing post 15! Front and center!"
Jarik Utoni was cleaning the rifle when he heard Yitri's order. Grabbing the rifle center mass he double timed it to his mentor's spotting tower.
"Jarik Utoni, Graduate with Honors reporting as ordered sir!" He saluted.
Yitri slowly exited the tower, "Jarik Utoni? is it really you?"
Jarik smiled, "Yes sir"
"You were the best marksman we've had in a log time Jarik, I was sorry to hear you had applied to be a capsuleer."
Jarik revealed his Capsule interface implants, "The promise of riches is bait that no fish can ignore" Jarik took on a more serious tone, "Unfortunately this wasn't just a social visit, after your class we need to talk."
Yitri frowned, to the console he said "Load mountain run 447-522" he turned to the recruits as the simulation room morphed into a Mountain range "You are all required to make it through this course in a day, survival gear is provided in the box. Failure to complete the course will result in a washout." the student's groaned and started preparations.
"Now Jarik, let's go to my office."
Yitri Ole's office was clean and empty of all but the necessities, what looked like an Oak desk was in the middle of the room, filing cabinets surrounded it in the back and army recruitment posters adorned the wall opposite.
Yitri sat down and motioned for Jarik to take the seat opposite.
"You know I had a young man in here the other day Jarik" Yitri began, "He said you sent him, name's Kris."
"Ah, yes" Jarik smiled, "I'm glad to see he found you."
there was a pause and Yitri frowned
"He wants to be a capsuleer."
Jarik nodded "So did I, when the opportunity arose, and so did Celt."
Yitri's expression grew pained, "That boy became a monster after he was denied."
Yitri continued, "He terrorizes anyone foolish enough to walk alone on the streets in the lower levels."
"I'll be blunt" Jarik said,
"I need to kill him."
"Kill him?" Yitri's surprise was evident "Whatever for?"
"He attempted to assassinate me" Jarik said "I can't let him live after that."
Yitri nodded, "Well I can provide as much intel as you need if you do one thing for me."
"What's that?" Jarik asked,
"Take young Kris along with you. He's only 17 but he's the best marksman we have and needs a strong mentor to guide him"
"Alright I'll grab Kris and do a few rounds in the simulator."
Thanks Jarik, for everything."
"You too old friend, You to."
Showing posts with label Shadows of the Past. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
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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