Jarik Utoni, timeline

Jarik Utoni, Born on the Minmatar homeworld of Matar to Lizbeth and Gerad Utoni. After his mother died in an industrial accident his father began taking Crash to cope with the loss. In a few short months he had died of an overdose and Jarik was left to fend for himself in the overcrowded streets of the capitol .

Aat the age of 7 he was abducted by a team of soldiers working for the RMS and trained as a Black Ops operative for 5 years. During the last of these five years he was paired with Spc. 'Mag' and she became his spotter. after they killed a Captain at the base who had attacked them out of envy and rage at the death of his best recruits they were commended and placed on their first mission.

Their jobs were subterfuge, Assassination and other works on the dark side of Minmatar law, taking out anyone the RMS deemed a danger to Minmatar society.

His callsign was 'Burn' and for good reason, after each of his kills he used fire to sculpt the minmatar republic symbol, weather it was on the forehead of the deceased or a carfully planned burning of the fields he used as cover, he spends just as much time setting up the endgame as he does the kill.

After 7 years of this, and now at the age of 19, a particularly dangerous assassination of a high ranking Caldari military officer went horribly wrong, Spc. Mag and Jarik were captured and only able to escape with the help of an friend in the Caldari state.

Upon returning to the republic and thought dead by their former employers he and Mag reclaimed their lost names and 'enrolled' in the Republic Military School proper and excelled in all combat courses under the guidence if their professor, Yitri Ole. Mag known now as Terra Flores became a sniper for the RMS whilst Jarik trained further.

4 years later he was accepted into the capsuleer program working for the Republic Military School.

After Extensive training in the use of cloaking devices and the flight of covert ops frigates he recieved his graduation certificates and applied to the up-and-coming corporation Valhalla Industries as a covert ops specialist.

His dark past behind him but never forgotten he continues on in his quest for wealth and power.

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Shadows of the Past (Part 2 of 3)

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."
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  1. Jarik UtoniApril 22, 2010 at 10:50 AM

    had to make it a three parter now -_-, too much stuff I want to convey

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