The Call

Written By: The Nameless

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 true 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 hadnt 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 fires 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! Its 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. Whats a bell doing ringing at this hour? I turn to see the area. As I pan my
vision towards the sound someone shouts Its the end of the WORLD! the tone of voice was
dead serious. Im 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 Ive ever known would I searched to escape. But I didnt,
I couldnt, then I wouldnt. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just
reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I said

Whats 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. The surname is old
English in times of war and peace it was also a duality. In times of peace a brick mason to spill
mortar, to build walls and homes, to spill in times of war referred to the dropping of blood
upon the Earth. ett as in the act of doing so. His name is Grease Spillett.

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 didnt 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 I did I noticed my 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 my body was not only armored but shielded
with a sort of aura he couldnt understand. 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 me that him. He was now classified a Gallente
Federal Marine. It was due to my belief in freedom and democracy that I had been delivered to
these people. She briefed on the ability to choose my 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 be able to observe where he was
physically.

Comprehension of War
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 me to purchase and customize any of the major forces in
this place called New Eden. Grease hoped that through patience and skill I would make a
central figure of elite special forces.

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 an all-encompassing hegemon, the Amarr Empire would undergo 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.
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 elementboth 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.

IMMORTAL
This war was unprecedented. Weapons and armor that are fantasy or were far away
dreams of the world I once 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. He prepared
himself to meet and face mercenaries of all quality. The new reality and fear Grease felt was
tremendous.

His First Contract

A fellow Gallente and friend of the old world was a tanker code named
NinjaPirateRobotZombie. Called NPRZ for short, was 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 ships
cost was roughly 50 million interstellar kredits or ISK and was quite an amazing feat of
cooperation and design. As we travelled through space at around 6,000 astronomical units an
hour, AU, we 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 enemys
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. Grease 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 ships
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 pilots 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 were 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 321 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 NPRZs 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. I 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 me as I rose to watch her fall. The relay destroyed all enemy combatants
simply fell lifeless to the ground. A battle summary report was filed and we were to be
compensated. I made 190,000 ISK for a 13-0 Kills to death. Greases 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.

Being Mentored
Grease was recruited from a public contract by a logistics/support Minmatar. His
demeanor was something he recognized, like seeing a reflection. Codenamed CaoticFox CEO of
the Axis of Chaos. Battle hardened by years of combat he took Grease under his wing to
increase skill and to use him as a weapon for true conquest. 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 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 is terribly annoying but the damage output was the only
competitive option. It was able to deal enough damage to down 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
enemys home point. He would attempt to set up the shot before anyone else could get there.
Most of the time it payed 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 me a Glass Canon. Capable of dealing tons of damage but take none. If another
sniper saw him before he saw him, Grease 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, 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. Caoticfoxs 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 sort of 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. 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.

A change for the future

Gaining notoriety from battle to battle Grease was being recognized by those who knew
him as, New Edens 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. Our coms now shared their 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 didnt see how that was funny.
Radar So. Youre 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?
Grease7.75

Reis Hmm thats not bad. But can you prove youre 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. Grease was 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.

Pioneered
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 no one to hold him through the night. So he worked hard then harder.
Resentment filled his spirit and he turned into murder itself. 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 arent 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 Ive 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.

Locked inside
Days have passed since my 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 them to awaken. Those were long days, not saying
what needed to be said. Grease hung his head and feathered the trigger. Never hesitating to
fire and waiting for the shot Grease stirred. 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 took aim.
I am ready to take the shot, I am always ready. My aim is true and faithful.

0uter.Heaven
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. Looking back now it was the most powerful sniper rifle minus stealth.
Grease shot him down twice. Impressed Mag sent mail asking Why cant 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 didnt 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. Grease was encouraged by Radar to learn to fly.
Radar We need you to fly yourself. We dont 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.

Nicholas Tekotch
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 fucking blueberry, you better use that fucking 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 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

The New Guy

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 and a generous donation was afforded to him for the learning experience. Grease
was given 5 million ISK to buy drop-ships so he could 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 a piece he purchased only around 10 thinking he would be able to
keep that many and still learn. Grease purchased them from a Caldari entrepreneur. He laughed
as Grease bought only 10.
Confused Grease 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 shit happens.

Grease replied Well, Ill only buy 10 for now if I need more I will come back and see you. With
that he kindly replied with a smug look
Entrepreneur Ok but Ill be sure to stockpile extra you will be back soon. I said Sure. Ill see
you then.
With that they parted ways and Grease disengaged his pod from the dock and made way back
to his quarters. Grease 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 RDV pilot must have been drunk out of his mind.
The second he called was destroyed by a tank, to no fault of his own, 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 Its 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. You 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 need to get in the air. Thruster 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 dropships later I was able to gently land on
top of any structure.

Planetary Conquest
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.Heavens
primary sniper with Grease as a backup. He 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 Greases com link declaring 5 minutes until atmospheric deceleration.
Radars voice came over and Grease heard many more as we 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 sat in the warbage
witnessing lights flashing and implosions of enemy vessels clearing a path to the ground
pounders. John 17:21 Grease Im going to step out on this one. You take it. Nervous but sure
of myself I accepted.
Radar All right! City holds two points Reis, Mag, and Kaotic on tower duty Ill fly. Grease take
squad lead for the armored division 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. Lets do this! Grease loaded up his scout gear and
fit the fastest possible armor I could wear. As 0uter.Heavens MCC broke through the
atmosphere the roar of air intensified greatly. An immediate shot of adrenaline surged his clone
body as he jumped. Grease fell to the ground and began to sprint. He had modified this suit
with Kinetic Catalyzers to boost the fast twitch muscles and ran at the speed of a thorough bred
race horse. Bounding across the land, Grease laid down a hidden uplink in case the need arose.
Grease hacked our 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 gyros
tightened the outer fibers of his suit drastically increasing my 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. Reis 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 Ok Reis! Do your thing Im going into point Bravo.
Reiselias 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 and Grease 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. Im going to set out
an uplink at their home point, standby for my call. Radars scout suit was even faster than
Greases 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.Heavens 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 he 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 quake 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 Grease. With their backs to Radar and Kaughst, Grease
dropped his scope and ran towards the front. All the soldiers were eager to kill Grease 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 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 Radar between them with his
shotgun flashing and strafing about like a mad man possessed. Just as he killed the first of his
victims tanks swooped into the field. 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 Radar as he 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 of Greases had pierced a mining vehicle and
severed who was a womans 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. Grease had enough time to wave at her children as they

were pulled out to assault another planet. Dazed Grease heard Radar Nice shot Grease!!!
Radar couldnt see Grease trembling inside his drop-suit. Grease walked toward the Star dotted
void and put his hand to his face. Grease realized that he must have looked like a monster to
those children. Now he wondered what was he fighting for?

The alliance
Grease was unaware of the politics involved in their conquest. He learned he 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. That lead 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.

Truth
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 an extremely elite groups 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. Cubs is 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 wouldnt accept us were wiped out and those whom could
became laborers.
Grease wasnt 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 Greases stomach turned upside down, He knew it was a matter of time that world
would fall. After his explanation he gave me the reports of Gods 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 havent heard that answer ever! You are a
strange one. Either way it goes Ill see you around. By the way I didnt catch your name.
Grease Grease Spillett.
Draven Did you say spill-it?
Grease I did.
Draven And a strange name too! Ill see you around!
No you wont Grease thought as he bowed as was customary in the land. Grease left to his
station to review the documents.

Written by: Gods architect

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.

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.

Scorched Earth

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 in the world 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.

A Losing War

Day 2.5. Sver today has lost contact with all of its colonies. With the war approaching to the
capital everyone in Sver is starting to break a sweat. It was clear we were not prepared to fight

a war such as this one alone. The undefeated title of the True Bloods is now just a memory.
After the enemies successful invasion into the Sver Prime home world they have yet to break
into the mainland but the fear is that within a week their tanks will tread the capital. This war is
not lost. But make no mistake we are losing. With parts of our home occupied the situation is
getting more desperate. As the fight turns into meters not miles, the coming days it will be
some of the most ferocious fighting in the Sver Prime Defense campaign. We already have
some reports of the Imperfects are glassing our bases in the mountains. We lost contact with
FOB Marston and Kaios. With a beachhead secure they now reinforce their men for another
round in the next day. We are to give no ground to the enemy at any cost, not one step back.
Men who break this rule are to be shot or exiled from the corp. With our CEO's growing hated
towards the invaders he will inevitably bring the war south. I fear that war will spread and
engulf all in its wake. I'll keep you updated in the coming days.

Bringing the War South

Day 3. Operation: Barbosa is in effect. With the war on the mainland at a stalemate our CEO has
issued and all-out attack on the Rise of Legion. The war is coming south. As many thousands of
men will commence in the attack on Day 4. The worn and torn men of the forces of Sver Prime
along with ringers are said to help carry out this assault on a massive land grab in probably the
largest in the history of New Eden thus far. Unconfirmed reports state that close to 60% of the
corps wallet has been spent in this assault. The Unclaimed Alliance is sending ships logistical

and close air support to help carry out the invasion of Rise of Legion. The men Sver True Bloods
are surprised but ready to bring the fires of war to Outer.Heavens doorstep. With the forces
ready to defend all territories in tomorrows engagement the fight is told to be that of legend.
Also with Day 3 defense of Sver Prime all but finished the remaining Sver soldiers are fighting
desperately to hold the Imperfects back. With an invasion of the mainland likely we are to
ready a complete evacuation of Sver Prime. I'll have more info today.

A Burning Capital
Day 5.

Today the Imperfects shattered our lines and entered the Sver Capital. Their tanks tread on the
suburb Acacia and Gruand as the Svers forces retreat to Zdowgg Memorial. Fighting over that
hill has taken hours and switched hands over a dozen times. Once the 7th Sver Imperial Guard
showed they retook the hill and forced the Imperfects back too Acacia and Gruand. With a Sver
flag planted on the hill once more hope for the Sver people brighten.

With Quickgloves leading the defense for the Sver capital in an underground bunker in the
Court Guard District. With Sver elites all ordered to give up their lives if need be. At the same

Kush's tank divisions pushing towards the Imperfects bulge Christine to buy time for the Sver
evacuation. They attempted to surround the Imperfects at Svers suburbs, they knowing this
have moved heavies and infantry with proto gear to slow the advance and bring tank
reinforcements from their stretched supply lines.

With the line holding and Valkyrie Protocol in effect evacuations are still underway, many of
which is not escorted. With Unclaimed abandonment of the region, sympathizers have
mobilized and only recently helped with evacs. The Imperfects are pounding the fleet hard with
the fight lasting all day. The sympathizers, many of them Sver born refuse to retreat and
understands what's at stake if they run now.

End of the Beginning

Day 5.3. The some of the ships escorting the evacuation were ambushed by another unknown
fleet. All ships were destroyed and pods dead as well. With Unclaimed no longer sending ships
and the sympathizers fighting for the evacuation towards unclaimed space, no ships are able to
investigate into this new threat.

"Goons"

Day 5.5. Goonfleet came in force and broke our blockade over the planet. The Goon's with their
savagery attacked the territories used for evacuation. They dropped Goonfeet Crusaders with
the intent to cleanse the Sver people. The fight was hard and long. The Goons attacked soldiers
and civilians alike and showed no mercy to any. With the attack as a surprise the Sver forces
they regrouped under their field commander and started to push the Crusaders back. With the
battle turning to our favor the Goons committed a great atrocity. June 1, 24013 at 19:32 EVE
time the Goons detonated several nuclear warheads over the Evac sites. It was a grand sacrifice
that engulfed all. Maybe this was the plan from the start or their leaders couldn't stand the
thought of defeat and declare to the universe the lengths they are willing to take. According to
unofficial reports stating that over 8 billion people died. All that was remaining was a desolate
landscape, this unspeakable crime carved a scar into the mainland. How did the Sver people
feel about what they saw? And what did Quick think when he heard the news?

Etiam Hic Sumus

Less than 3 days after the ceasefire and Sakulda peace accords, statement 1 demanded we give
up all lands of our home, the Imperfects are to cease all attacks on Sver and its people ending
the war. A little over 24 hrs after the ceasefire the Imperfects sent an invasion fleet to our last
territory in Molden Heath and set fires to emergency hospital facility in Skarkon, forcing the
peace treaty to become null in void. Survivors of the Sver Prime invasion were forced to take up
arms once more and engage the Imperfects in open fighting. The hastily assembled and
demoralized troops stood in Skarkon's defense though we all believed that fighting the
Imperfects is a losing battle. A surviving field commander lead the men into a fight knowing
winning wasn't a possibility. The IMPs want us out of Molden Heath and broke a treaty to do
it. The fight was hard and long. Even the traitors that turned on us on the Battle of Dolby the
last fight for Sver Prime stood in their ranks on todays invasion. After hours of fighting the IMPs
ships burned in orbit. Their tanks and men lie broken on the battlefield. And the dirtied men of
Sver rose from the rubble. Then brave a wounded man of Sver stood and chanted in a dead
language of the Dark ages. "Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus! Etiam Hic Sumus!" Translation
We are still here!

"Monster"
"The cold, I remember the cold!" I said. Winter on Skarkon; windless winter is what the men
were calling it. We were overflowed with wounded unable to survive the trip back. We've been
having skirmishes with the IMPs for two days now, but back then I didn't know what was worst

the cold or the IMPs. Many had died in the fighting many more from the cold and starvation.
Base commanders send distress beacons a call for help but we have been cut loose and told to
give up Skarkon and our leaders are to discuss our terms as prisoners of war. Our remaining
Field commander shunned the order knowing what the IMPs do to prisoners and no one would
dare agree to become a slave, so we thought. Every few hours the IMPs blast their false
propaganda over loud speakers, but it wasn't all false. As I was out on recon one day and I saw
their warm food and warm camps.

Every hour more us of died or deserted, many were caught and shot on sight. Many of us were
questioning the motive of this war and why we are killing our own friends. I remember telling
the men in the camp a lie. I told them that Unclaimed will come and take us off this dismal
planet. What a wonderful lie that was, Unclaimed was fighting war that lost half of it territory
and we were forced to make our own alliance Public Disorder. No one was coming for us and I
knew that, but I told that lie I fabricated to keep the men going. I said that lie so many times
that I almost believed it myself. Believing your own lie, huh, now you know things were a mess.

Our military discipline was evaporating as well, if I remember correctly. There were a lot of in
fighting on Sharkon. With only two directors on the planet with us it was hard to contain it all.
With bank accounts drying up as well it became harder and harder to get supplies from the
nearby territories especially prototype gear to fight the IMPs. Hell we usually avoided them if

we can. Most of the time we can but they sometimes ambushed our patrols with Thales sniper
teams, on average we lose six men. When we ambush them it is with advanced or militia and
they lose 3 on average. Now that we've been told the Sver will no longer fund operations on
Skarkon they say they are saving it for a larger operation. The men on this cold planet are left to
fight on their own now abandon by their alliance and corp. They have turned a blind eye to the
men that swore their allegiance to them. Still most of the men on Skarkon though abandoned,
starving, and low on moral still refused to become prisoners.

There were reports of patrols killing their officers to surrender just for food. On one of my
patrols a few men mutinied and tried to kill me and run. A few loyalists and I were forced back
when we ran out or ammo. After a few incidents command stopped all patrols, command tried
to keep it under wraps, no one needed to know guards are killing guards it would do no one
good.

Command got all the remaining guards together and issued Military Code 218-479 Article 5
Section 1. We were to now be a supervision unit, it was a job hated by all who carried it out and
those who looked at the punishers. We were placed behind the lines and killed the Sver soldiers
that abandoned their duties and ran. God, we kill dozens of our men, but they still came at us.
"Your Daddy still has memories of those actions." I told her.

"Daddy you are not a monster. Monsters are bad and mean people. You are kind to me, so you
are no monster." she told me.
I look at the roof of her bedroom. Why do men kill? Why do men lie? Why do men become
numb? We are all monsters. I should have asked those questions back then. I was given the
name God's Architect for the legend that an angel that created the prison for where the devil
resides. But I guess there was another Architect making a hell around me.

Once a Proud People

Yeah I remember. Its going to take a while by the way it happened so long ago. Do you know
what the war was really about? I told the man while I sat on a chair inside my house.
The war, he said 14 years ago there was a war the engulfed the world; the first Northern
War. The war between the IMP and the True Bloods started years before mercs even occupied
Molten Heath. This war was fought over pride. The extent of the clashes extended past normal
men ambitions and turned into hatred. Cronos once a great empire of the east negotiated with
our King SverTrublood, peace talks broke down. By June of 24013 the IMPs assaulted our lands,
by the fourth day most of the worlds southern hemisphere was completely engulfed. With lost
moral, insubordination and almost failed evacuation, Sver Prime fell after a week of fighting.
I lean over and grab my cup of coffee then said, This could be found in any history book!

The young man puts a data pad on my desk in front of me and a hologram showed. But I
found something interesting; after the rise of the new world government in 22 there was a
release of the war records pertaining to the Northern War. The TeamPlayers Corporation kept
popping up in my findings, also this man, code word Quickgloves.
My eyes and his locked for a moment and there was an uneasy silence, I put my coffee down
and scroll the data pad thats on my table. What do you want, boy? I asked firmly.
I want to know what happened in the Battle for Sharkon. The history books say that Sver won
the day but there are conflicting reports that suggest otherwise. As a reporter and journalist I
want to know the truth about the last day and the Teamplayers myth, did they really even
exist?

14 years ago

Panicked voices over the radio requesting for help, sounds of death shrieks, and explosions.
There is a battled scarred and ripped Sver True Bloods flag waving on a flag pole. It gets taken
down. A dozen of Sver soldiers are captured the highest ranking officer in on his knees in front
of him is a beautiful but battle-hardened female commander. She is wearing a heavy coat with
a pistol in her hand. The woman points the pistol at young officers head. Her name was Karla
The Savage Status, Such a shame, she says as she pulls the trigger. Some of the officers

blood is splattered on her face. Kill the rest! she tells her soldiers. She draws a cigarette and
lights it as she hear the firing squad kill the remaining Sver soldiers.
I thought That officer was kinda cute! The Negative-Feedback soldiers leave the base with
Sver soldiers hanging from light poles, their hands and feet are bound. Many are even
missing their proto armor. To shame and humiliate any deserters that would pass by.

Im running through the hard dirt; the radio also goes loud with screaming soldiers requesting
for help. The soldier makes it to a stiff cold trench where he sees Spartanbiker and other Sver
soldiers firing. Architect youre still alive? I take cover and reload my duvolle tactical rifle.
Where are the rest of your guys? Spartan-biker shouted. We got fcked at forward
operations base Tool! I told the field commander. Then I glance over the trench wall and see
Sver soldiers that routed from the forward operations base getting shot by the advancing
Negative-Feedback troops.
We are getting pushed! We are about to be overrun! Valto screamed over the radio. This is
the 4th Royal Tanks we are fcked. They have air support. Theyre killing our tanks we are
getting slaughtered out here! Negative-Feedback rail tanks pushed on our advanced tanks
alongside with swarms and forges. Spartan-biker picked up the radio then ordered, Hold what
you got! Do not fallback!
The fighting is fierce heavy losses on both sides. Tracers are dropping both Sver and NF soldiers;
then Setsuna runs to Spartan-biker to tell him that Dog Company cannot hold.

Dog (Radio) We have IMP tanks rolling up our line. We are out of AV weapons, throwing rocks
and using harsh language isnt going to work anymore. We have gone FUBAR to Foxtrot
Uniform in a motherfcking heartbeat and we lose this location, please advise over!
I picked up a radio and tell them, You are doing fine just hold out! Im sending a unit with AV
weapons your way! I drop the radio and drop two charging IMP soldiers then I talk on the
radio again.
Rolland! Are you still alive? Pick up damn it!

Rollands unit is battered and beaten but the IMPS keep advancing. Rolland gets on the radio,
Yeah just barely! Roland, Dog Company is out of AV weapons take your squad and assist
them! I ordered. Two men next to Rolland get hit and one dies instantly the other is holding
his neck and choking on his own blood.
Rollands shocked cries, Medic!
Me (Radio) Rolland answer your fcking COMs! Rolland grab this says, We are en route!
Rolland takes whatever is left of his squad and run.
Danny sets up his machine gun next to Joker and fires at the approaching enemy. The Svers
HUDs goes off line. Teds base camp is less than a mile from the line. He looking at a black

screen that was a hologram displaying his troops and enemy positions that his troops on the
ground saw. Ted gets on the radio. MCC Raven whats going on up there! Raven talk to me!

The Homeland

12 days! 12 days of fighting. 12 days of dying and being betrayed. 12 days of losing! 12 days
wishing it would stop. 12 days. And the war continues. Sver, we've been called irrelevant,
cowards, and incapable, but on the 12th day we are still here. Today Quickgloves sent out an
order to all remaining Sver troops. We are to come from dark space and commit to an invasion
of Sver Prime. We are going home and freeing the once proud Sver people who are currently
enslaved. From our intel from resistance fighters on the ground are very reliable. Hope now
slides from the lips of every person on Sver Prime. The men they stayed loyal to Sver will be
rewarded with their home. We are ready for another round, and we are not done yet.

Surviving

We sit on a ship scouting Sver Prime and that is yet to be noticed. I look at my wife's and
daughters picture then I look up and still see the fires from the IMPs glassing the planet from
when we still owned it. "What a pitiful sight!" I said then Sax Rage walks up beside me then
says, "War come with its price!" I then turn to him and gaze at the planet. "We are still here,
aren't GA?" he asked but it was more of a statement. "Are we really? Did we really survive
this?" I replied with a question. He then looks away from me then to the scorched planet and
the debris of dead ships that drift. "A lot has change, the IMPs kept their word, CRONOS and
the Fluffys have fallen, but we are still here. We are still fighting!" he said.

I stand up and hand him a cigarette. "We are still alive off of luck and nothing more!" I told him
still remembering the hell on Sharkon.
"Quick-gloves lead men decisively in the last battle with the IMPs!" he stated.
I place a cigarette in my mouth and then lit his then mine. I look at my reflection from the glass
and saw how my eyes have darkened.
I turn my head to him then said, "Yes he did, but we, the soldiers of Sver, did not win that
battle. It was the mercenaries of the south that saved us, not we!"
Sax looks away from me and blows smoke from his nose then asked me, "What's wrong with
surviving? What's wrong with living to fight another day? Is that so shameful? Is it so disgraceful
to live to live one more day?"

I then look at my family picture again. "Surviving to lose our pride?" I said.
"No surviving to see your daughter again?" He told me then he taps my shoulder. "My kids
birthday is coming up soon. I didn't get them on the E-vac ship in time, so I want to give him the
gift of seeing his daddy again and his home becoming again. That is why I survive!"

Reconstruction

With the Northern War at a stand-still we are reorganizing and restructuring the True Bloods.
STB is barely out of the hospital due in recovery terms but as it seems now, not too many
members are excited about reentering planetary conquest again. After the Fall of Sver Prime
and the near collapse STB itself at the Battle for Sharkon eventually us having to evacuate that
too, its unclear if we are ready to get back on it. With our finances not where they used to be
before the war and many good Sver mercenaries falling from our ranks our CEO at the moment
is playing it extremely cautious. With us barely able to at least take off the bandages we are
making an assault on Sharkon to test our strength. Now with Sver acting as refuges on Sakulda
we are attempting to rebuild our military might (for an eventual retaking of the homeland if
talks for some reason break down). Also on this play, we are trying to revive our fallen brothers
One Armed Bandits and Zion to enter planetary conquest again. Also it is unclear if Unclaimed

will assist us in this reconstruction after the blue on blue incident. I'll try to keep you informed
in the coming days.

Lessons Yet To Be Learned

With the war breaching a month and we are nowhere closer to retaking Sver Prime, today Sver
had another setback at the Battle of Skarkon. Reports from those who survived the battle say
that it was a catastrophic defeat and many that where just able to escape with their lives. It
seems like our strength and new strategy is a complete bust, we now know that we aren't in
shape to fight, and without our good players it is unclear of STB survival or retaking of Sver
Prime. So we are back to the drawing board; Svers CEO is now attempting to win back our
tankers and infantry that left the Union at Kush's Rebellion. Our CEO now understanding that
we must be compensated from the battles, right now much of the compensation went to those
who have mutinied and rebelled.
The question I asked If they received compensation what of the one's who stood loyal to Sver,
what kind of compensation do they receive for their sacrifice and most of all their loyalty?

Civil War?

This is now official that Kush's Rebellion will not get an immediate cent in compensation for
abandoning their duties in the Northern War and revolting against Sver. The separatist have
been quiet not attempting to join planetary conquest. After this announcement and after
talking to a few TCD mercs, they are highly displeased by this decision. They are voicing that
they help fight the IMPs before the Fall of Sver Prime. Our CEO is arguing that we are soldiers of
loyalty not money and as friends they will be repaid for their services in due time. Quick-gloves
is still announcing these separatist as friends; and they are, we fought together and had fun.
This decision many True Bloods agree that Quick-gloves made the right call; but this call has
driven a wedge between the True Bloods and the Rebels (TCD). Some of the Rebels I talked to
are calling for war against their former brothers. It is certainly unclear if this is just a radical
minority or a certain majority or if such talks will even leave the lips of the insurrectionist leader
Kush. With STB gathering its strength and men; while TCD acquired man power and the backing
of an alliance to wage war against STB. I am hoping the war between the brothers doesn't
happen but if it does, then so it shall be.
This was the end of the reports Grease had received and he contemplated them
carefully. Knowing that in due time these things would come to pass for all who take power.

The Word I Heard

Written by The Nameless

The sound of the seventh trumpet signals the "Third woe". Woe to the one whom receives this
word and has not recognized the truth. So short is the time my hair stands on end for you. I am
to be your last call. He who has an ear let him listen. Take this to the holy place and know the
one who receives it shall prepare his people for the end. My voice is humble and meek, yet in
the end will be raised as a lions roar and all will be silent throughout the heavens and earth.

The Rhymesayers
Grease assisted this group of mercenaries quit often. He loved the company of
Doomtree and Eyedea. They like all of, New Eden, had been pulled up from earth. They had
similar values and speech. They enjoyed his over-watch as they always pushed the frontlines.
Both were logistics Eyedea liked Amarrian tech while Doomtree liked Caldari. On more than a
handful of battles Grease had saved them with either a good shot or a call that pushed the lines
or pulled them back. They felt comforted having a dedicated sniper. Grease would first grab
high-ground and suppress up to 4 enemy snipers at a time. Any more than that and I would just
be shooting and scooting to avoid death. One day Eyedea the CEO of the Rhymesayers called
Grease into a secret meeting.
Eyedea Grease we brought you here today to announce our entrance into planetary
conquest.
Grease Thats great.
Eyedea We feel that we are ready to begin will you help us?

Grease Yes, however you are not ready.

Eyedea was utterly perplexed at this thinking Grease would just agree and not tell him what his
experience with 0uter.Heaven.
Eyedea We are ready.
Grease You may feel ready but thats not the case.
Eyedea We have everything we need. Logistics, Isk, Tankers, and Slayers I know we can do
this! Grease realized that reason had just left the room.
Grease Theres way more to it than that. Over half of the mentioned names are great but you
have conducted no drills with them. Some of your guys arent even capable of running
prototype drop suits or running basic formations. Not to mention the politics, over 80% of the
viable systems to attack are affiliated with a legendary group of mercenaries called
Teamplayers.
Eyedea Grease I dont like your attitude you just think youre a badass because you joined
0uter.Heaven. He picked up his wine glass and his voice deepened.
Eyedea You cant think we could lose with this lineup! Grease realized nothing could change
Eyedeas mind so he simply entertained the thought.
Grease You have my support to try.

Silence

The following week Eyedea planned for D-day. He had scouted the weakest of the
enemy forces. He knew by the numbers they were low on clone troops. What he didnt know
was that this is Teamplayers back yard. Grease sighed as they entered the warbarge. Not one
besides Grease had any clue as what to do. He attempted to organize a plan.
Grease We need to form squads appropriately I need squad lead of armored division.
It was however hopeless. Most were there celebrating their first attempt at planetary
conquest.
As Grease began to call for assignments he was shushed as Eyedea spoke: Simply do
what you do best and everything will be fine.
Grease knew this would be eye opening for them as he shut off his com link. Dropping
into the atmosphere Grease worried for them. He observed the Teamplayers emblem on the
enemy ship and was filled with dread. After his jump was successful he made a quick decision
where to take up a defensive position. To his horror he watched almost everyone run to the
city. This gave the enemy an extra minute to fortify their front. That was more than enough to
win the fight. The exception was Captain-Lonewolf. The dedicated tanker, Lonewolfs vehicle
was a shield and missile turreted design. As he hummed past Grease, he watched and nodded
knowing only death awaited. The strike was too slow and was met at the gates by heavy
machine gunners, grenades, and a forge gunner on tower over-watch. Teamplayers never even
bothered to try and take our home point. They set up a kill box that Rhymesayers forces walked
into. Grease tried to pick some off to form a path. They were too well covered and one and only

choice was to kill their forge gunner. Grease could see Teamplayers were just having fun with
the Rhymesayers as they allowed them to continue to try and fight into the city. The battle was
so one sided Grease couldnt bare to participate anymore. He moved on to another observation
point clear of the battle and watched the massacre that no one wanted to call off. There was
silence on coms. No one could even believe how bad it was. Grease took a couple of shots at
the forge gunner on the tower but the gunner was in armor repairing nano-hives. It was just not
going to happen for him at all.
Grease Clever.
The forge gunner was an invincible sniper with no need for cover. Not even the most
powerful rifle could down him. These guys knew what they were doing. The battle was
fearsome at the gates. Ultimately pride and reluctance to adapt left them dying over and over.
Still having a shred of hope in his voice Eyedea shouted Come on we can do this! As soon as
he spoke those words a ship in low orbit fired a hybrid laser orbital strike. Grease watched as
the air bends. Super-heated beams of light slammed into their location. It wiped out every
infantryman trying to push in. Without a sound no one came back. Grease heard glass
shattering them, all the dreams of the Rhymesayers exploded in that very moment. The MCC
was in critical condition and observed sat from his perch waiting. If anyone would come out to
greet our non-existent force he would take the shot. Feeling tanks shaking the ground Grease
looked to the north. Captain Lonewolf sped towards the homepoint scrambling for cover in his
shield tank. Lonewolf knew he was being pursued but he had no clue what was coming. As the
rumbling from Lonewolf dissipated Grease felt another wave approaching. Then he saw it, a

Madrugar armor tank with The Legend painted across the side. The Legend stopped suddenly
and the sound of his Particle Cannon charging almost burst Greases eardrums. Grease stayed
focused on The Legends tank. Tracking Lonewolfs every move then with a shock the round was
fired, then nothing but Dust filled the air. One hit in the middle of Lonewolfs fuel storage sent a
massive cloud of smoke across the plain. Grease looked back at the gate and traced a repair
tool beam used for repairing damaged armor. He traced that beam to an Amarrian heavy suit. It
was black with red glowing eyes and written down his left arm was Chicagocubs4ever in old
English bold white letters. As soon as Grease had prepared a shot for him, in spite, their MCC
exploded and all clone bodies fell soul less. Not one but Doomtree stayed to debrief. He was
the only one who wanted to talk about what happened.
Doomtree I thought we could do it you know? I mean what else could we have done?
Grease It takes a lot more than hard work and dedication youve gotta make tough calls
and get into your enemies head. Think and fight a few steps ahead. A lot of us who were here
today are not close to that mindset and it cost us. They were by far the worst to have attacked.
Doomtree decided to get some sleep. Eyedea was the leader of a hopeful group of
upstarts who gave up in the face of adversity and defeat. Grease watched the end move
towards a new beginning. Many left and moved on to better places. Grease never saw Eyedea
again. It is not shameful to fail, it is shameful to quit.

Reinvented

After an impressive battle of racking up 48 kills no deaths as a sniper and still losing the
fight, Grease sat in his quarters and gazed at new dropsuits. He was broken hearted. Wrestling
with the realization that not everyone thought as he in battle, Grease brought up the market
and began to formulate the final suit. Grease desired to be able to direct troop movement
while also being able to deal out tons of damage. He went over each suit again and again.
Checking all the available options of each race he stayed loyal to the federation by selecting the
Gallente logistics advanced series. With it he could do as Reiselia did. Lay down uplinks for rapid
troop deployment, nano-hives for armor repairing, and ammunition resupply to keep the front
supplied. Grease also invested in core locus grenades which at the time were by far the best
tool to clear a room. He found an active scanner to identify enemy troop movements and finally
for the last stand remote explosives that he could detonate with the push of a button.
Theoretically this could be the finest suit ever crafted. Grease had to get a substantial amount
of skill to run the final version. He had witnessed many so called slayer logis but none such as
he would build. Mostly in the form of Caldari they could fit the suit to be anything. Armor or
shield tanked they would move about the battlefield nearly untouched. But that would be a
thing of the past one day. So would his idea for the Gallente logistics suit. But until that day he
had to do what would work. Grease committed to the suit for a greater good both for freedom
and peace.

Crimson Day

Grease requested the presence of Doomtree and Anarchide. Both were Logistics,
Doomtree Caldari and Anarchide Minmatar, they joined my squad to witness his field test.
Grease Im going on the ground this time.
Doomtree No fucking way man! Holy shit Im so excited to see what you can do!
Grease Bring armor repairers, uplinks and nano-hives. We are going to set up a base at the
central objective. Ill call in an LAV at the MCC and drive us straight to the point.
Nice and simple strategy they dropped into orbit and began to execute. The three of them
jumped from the MCC and Grease called in the LAV in mid-air. The RDV pilot swooped in
perfectly and laid his Ishukone Watch Saga right of his landing zone. Jumping into the driver
seat, Doomtree grabbed the turret on the back, and Anarchide rode shotgun Grease punched
the accelerator and tires squealed as he made for the citys southern gate. He panned his vision
across the sky and noticed a basic dropship about to land on the hangar above the Null-Canon.
Grease was already committed to entering the city but now I swept east to secure that gate.
Doomtree Grease! What the fuck are you doing man! The objective is that way!
Grease Trust me.
As he drifted left towards the closest defendable position he prepared to explain himself
emergency brake the vehicle.
Grease They had a dropship come in from the North that landed on the hangar. We have a low
orbit bomber on standby for orders. We are going to set up a defensible position at the gate

and harass incoming attackers. Lets get in their heads and do some humiliating as Custer, our
bomber, prepares the strike. Drop your uplinks on the left and right sides, stack ammo on top.
When I move into their line of site hit me with your armor repairers. Ill take the deaths you two
protect the base.
Doomtree Aww shit!! This is fucking crazy man!
With that we set up a forward base. By the time we arrived our force was already demoralized
and took to what was commonly referred to as redline sniping. When slaughtered most new
mercenaries would retreat there to not waste money on a useless fight. Their hope was
crushed but they didnt know who was with them.
Grease Ok get those armor repairers on me!
I jumped out into a swarm of enemies and began to attempt firing my assault rifle at them
mowing them down like grass. Heavy troopers and light came at me in fury with Heavy machine
guns and all manner of weapons. They killed me but I had taken 6 down before I fell. Anarchide
ran to my incapacitated body and stuck a nanite injector into my right hip as Doomtree broke
from cover and laid down cover fire. Immediately I was revived adrenalin surged as my
aggression inhibitors were hitting their limit I calmed and fell into a state of calm. Again and
again we rinsed and repeated.
Doomtree Grease! This is insane! They are beating the hell out of us! We cant keep this up!
Grease We are not going to lose! CUSTER GET THE BOMBS READY WE NEED A STRIKE DANGER
CLOSE NOW!

Custer Roger hold 20 seconds till inbound.

Grease Roger standby Doom when It comes set up a base inside the lip of the hangar.
As the friendly forces saw three taking down countless it was enough motivation for them to
move in to assist. Heavy machine gunners and assault classes began to trickle to the front.
Custer Ready for drop! Select Latitude Longitude.
Grease Getting to cover Send it!
The sky split, an eerie hum loomed and lasers ripped the ground to shreds. A massive cloud of
dust flew up and we moved in. Reeling from the impossible comeback happening before their
eyes the enemy tried to fortify adjacent to our position but were met by the end of Greases
gun. It was so bad they saw him they began to turn and run as he pursued them. The smell of
fear filled the air and he hunted. Then as a new stalemate was reached Grease heard some
good news.
Custer Got her loaded up!
Grease They are bunched up at a landing pad to the west hit it.
The drop was excellent. It cut off reinforcement uplinks from the city. Grease had been pinned
down under the northeast corner of the hangar. He had a high-ground advantage and some
reinforced guard rails to take cover behind. As the orbital strike fell and kicked up a cloud of
smoke and debris he charged. Doom-tree had been holding their attention as Grease used the
confusion to attack. Greased cooked a core locus grenade and jumped into the midst of the

enemy front. The cooked grenade was tossed right in between the only soldiers left. It damaged
one and killed another. He jumped over a Heavy Machine gunner and gunned down a Gallente
assault to his left. He could hear the wind of his machine gun spinning around to kill him.
Looking towards the west Grease locked eyes with a Minmatar assault. He was aiming down
sites at him and couldnt have won but at least would have damaged his armor. He dropped his
gun and ran away from him altogether. Knowing the Heavy behind him was slow he dropped a
grenade at his feet and pursued the Minmatar. Grease had written Have a nice day. on the
grenade and wondered if he saw it. As he chased the remnant down he heard the explosion
and machine gun fire stopped. Grease was in hot pursuit of the Minmatar but the assault class
was more gifted in speed than the logistics suit Grease wore. So he decided to give him a
chance. He turned his back to see if the Minmatar would check for a chance to kill him. As
Grease looked back at our forces he was hit with a few rounds from his 5 oclock. This is what
mercenaries sometimes called the dance of death. Grease began to use strafing patterns short
and long to through off his aim. The Minmatar couldnt handle his assault rifle well enough and
Grease gunned him down as he attempted to mirror the movements.
Grease showed mercy and was rewarded in revenge. 55 kills and 15 deaths for his first
battle on the ground. The enemy wouldve won by MCC destruction had they not forced Grease
to kill them all. Just 3 stood before impossible odds and turned the tides of battle.
Doomtree I cant believe that just happened. What was that?
Grease Im covered in blood.

This means War

Ninja pirate robot zombie invited Grease to a secure network called Fuck Eon.
However Grease was a part of Eon. Grease had researched the rise to power and tactics used to
remain so. He knew we were dirty backroom deals and unofficial payments were running
rampant for the sake of pride and greed. Cubs had been taking over planets for other
independent corporations and going back days later after the new settlers had landed. He
would wipe them out for another higher bidder.
His comments on the situation were They are mercenaries and that is that.
Greases sense of loyalty was there but he would not be loyal to a group who was loyal only to
money. Grease had heard of a new group coming to war. They were claiming to be ready and
that they had no intention of letting the oppression of Eon go on any longer. Their main forces
held the title of Internal Error. Special-forces were a ghost collection known as the Ancient
Exiles. Grease had an idea of what to do but the decision laid with Radar as to where he would
go. 0uter.Heaven was a group of chaos. They had in all days passed been the start of almost all
major wars. Defeated by Teamplayers they were the indentured servants of Eon. 0uter.Heaven
had been fighting their own because they were not allowed to fight anyone outside the
alliance. Sver Trueblood had become resentful after a string of successful attacks on Radars
part. They petitioned the alliance siting 0uter.Heaven for invading the home world Sver Prime
and that Radar was a lunatic ruffling the feathers of Svers chain of command. In the Fuck Eon
channel Grease saw the countdown timer coming ever closer. One way or another now he

would have to make the call. The following day 0uter.Heaven lost a battle against Sver
Trueblood. Pelognis was their sniper and Grease had to put him down a few times. Grease
noticed Pelognis was using a Gallente logistics prototype suit to snipe with. Grease didnt
understand that logic too well too little armor and too bulky to move. 0uter.Heaven lost by so
little it was laughable but truly a good fight. However, Radars frustration reached its limits that
day. Grease payed close attention to the flair of emotions. As Radar entered the post battle
brief he slammed his Creodon shotgun down onto the table. Radar berated Reiselia in our
typical post battle review.
Radar Reis you know you cant come down from the high ground no matter what! We need
you up there!
Reiselia No one was hacking Radar! We lost because we have killers! They dont care about
doing that stuff and I had to do it! It was close because I hesitated! Thats why I came down! To
do it!
Furious Radar left the brief while Reiselia was on the verge of tears.
Grease Sometimes you have to make a tough call. I agree with what you did at least you tried.
Our problem is no one will move without Radars approval. Its making us slow to react.
Reiselia I know but he wont listen!
Grease Why dont you leave the corporation?

Reiselia Ive put so much into this corporation I just cant. Hes tyrannical but he might
change.
Hearing those words changed made up his mind. Grease was now sure it was time to
leave 0uter.Heaven.

The Meeting
Priority mail grabbed Greases attention. A corporation meeting was called. The subject
at hand was whether to stay or not with Eon alliance. He decided to stay awhile longer to hear
the words of their members. The most memorable speech was from Djinn Rampage.
Djinn Rampage I want this. WE should all want this! We were beaten and dragged through the
streets by Teamplayers. Instead of fighting on we joined them like dogs. We should fight for our
independence! We should liberate the system of Molden Heath! Grease was consumed with
enthusiasm. It was a very well said point. Reiselia wanted her turn.
Reiselia I believe we should stay with Eon. We love to fight and thats what makes us great. We
cant beat them. We were absolutely destroyed and everyone left us high and dry. Teamplayers
was there for us and showed us mercy even after we were beaten. I wont leave them.
Moved again Grease understood but he wasnt a factor anymore.
Radar We will vote cast your ballets and I will tell you the results.

With that Grease knew Radar would lead his people to chaos. Feeling Radar would
abandon his own in a time of need. He was a bull in a china shop. Grease wished Reiselia,
Rexero, Nicholas and so many others the best as he broke ranks. He knew one day he would
face Radar and knew it would not be pretty.

Lost and Found

Grease had made a few more friends and spent a lot of time fighting for independent
salvage operations, running security, and assault teams around the system. A tanker friend of
his demanded Grease join him, his name was Djinn AcEmoney. Grease met him after watching
him decimate a production facility at planet Osvatur 2. A whole fireteam filled with anti-vehicle
weapons assaulted his tank from the rear. His gears began to grind as he watched the then
unknown tanker try and figure out what to do next. Grease then heard an incredible high pitch
and whine as his treads were reversing. Djinn AcEmoney ran over two of his attackers and
pitched his turret to the left. As he altered the position of the tanks front, he began to unload
on the squad. Grease was way outside of the battle on a mountain watching in awe.
Grease This guy is going to make it!
He thought and I actually got on his feet and said Come on!
As AcEmoney moved away he caught an LAV rigged with remote explosives right on the nose
and it exploded out of range to be of any use. His tank was smoking from swarm launcher

rockets. As AcEmoney moved out of the action Grease watched AcEmoneys tank glow. He
activated his armor hardener and armor repairing modules as he drove out of sight into cover.
Grease thought I wonder if he is laughing right now?
Grease could hear his turret shooting blotting out mercenaries left and right. After a solid
victory he messaged AcEmoney and asked if he was laughing.
Djinn AcEmoney Hard as hell Bra!
Djinn AcEmoney asked Grease to join Internal Rebellion. Lead by Psychotic Shooter they
were the remnants of Internal Error. It was explained to Grease that Internal Error had merged
with the Ancient Exiles. Grease liked the people who were employed so he decided this would
be his new home. It felt good being a part of a growing family. There he met Stoop ED1, Recon
by fire, Mortedeamor and EMBlackout. Psychotic had recruited an excellent group of talented
mercs. Together they were an incredible team.

First Impressions
Psychotic and Grease teamed up one day early in the morning to see how the chemistry
was. Psychotic had a British accent and was a bit rough around the edges but Grease liked
character and he had it. He would react to the enemy with harsh language. Before we landed to
execute our contract Grease decided to give him a quick rundown of his skill-set.

Grease I am a true sniper. I give detailed information on enemy movement and deny avenues
to critical points. I am a good squad leader and understand the flow of battle very well.
Psychotic What I hear sounds good take squad leader. I am a tanker and what I need is
information on armor. Kill all anti-vehicle infantry you see and we will be successful.
Grease Roger.
They made small talk as the ship decelerated. Grease felt enthusiastic as he lept from
the bomb-bay doors. Known as The rings this facility layout was military in nature. Heavy
concrete walls protected a massive anti-ship rail gun. Outside of the compound, which was
located in the west, were three null canons. The canons were set up one close to the friendly
ship, another on the bridge, and a third near the enemys ship. The whole of friendly forces
made way to the South. Grease sprinted toward the city. He noticed a massive Caldari warship
in the distance. She was a Titan Class that had been shot down roughly 150 kilometers away.
She was even larger than the planets biggest mountain. The blaze coming off her was like
watching a volcano bellowing smoke and gas. He wondered how much life was lost on that
enormous warship. Staying low and using cover he climbed a ladder to get to some well
covered high ground. The enemy force didnt seem to want to fight close quarters. They pushed
across the outside three points, which left only one of friendly forces to hack two free stations.
When Grease checked for incoming armor he saw her. She was a shield tank. Grease glimpsed
the tracks and model by sheer luck. Called Sica they were Caldari technology. Fast and
maneuverable, but a militia type tank she never had a chance against Psychotics Madrugar.
Even so Grease made the call.

Grease Psychotic youve got a shield tank swinging north from the enemy MCC. Stay in cover
at home point. I think shes going for the bridge.
Psychotic Shooter Ok Grease just let me know when to go for her.
10 seconds passed as Psychotic set his finger on the fuel injector.
Grease Ok shes coming to the bridge. Her six is the South side.
Psychotic didnt say a word but Grease could hear the wailing of his turbine from the
high octane fuel pouring into the engine. His treads threw all manner of debris shredding the
ground to pieces as he made way. Grease watched over him as he activated his blaster damage
amplifier. His blaster turret opened fire. Within 5 seconds the tank exploded and a huge plume
of smoke and debris rose from the dead frame. Like a fire breathing dragon making all manner
of commotion Psychotics tanking is some of the best.
Grease Psychotic they have a major push coming from that bridge youre on. Drive through the
smoke and you will catch them off guard.
He drove through the smoke and words cannot describe the devastation. As the clone warriors
began to come through the mobile up-link they all carried swarm launchers to even the odds.
Grease Heavy anti-vehicle on the bridge GO! GO! GO! New Rail tank and armor get to cover
and swing wide South for a surprise attack! Ill take out the infantry. As Psychotic did what
Grease asked he got away safely. The bridge had 10 sets of 4 swarms or 40 missiles locked on to

his tank. He took a few hits but made it to cover in time. Psychotic began to speak as Grease
gave the enemy force some brain food.
Psychotic Shooter Wow Grease! You ever FC?
Grease No what is that?
Psychotic Shooter I want you to be my field commander for planetary conquest. Those calls
were perfect! It was like Holy SH*T I cant believe I made it out! You remind me of a chap I used
to play with back in the day. CEO Pyrex was his name. Good work!
As Grease eased on the trigger he downed 5 in rapid succession and was feeling pretty good
about it. He turned to face south again to check the enemy tanks position and it was out of his
sight.
Grease Psychotic keep heading south. The enemy tank is either going to be to your left as you
reach the next city gate or it is already on your six. Keep your counter-clockwise rotation if you
dont see him.
Psychotic Shooter Alright Grease. AH HA just like you said hes to my left!
Grease never saw Psychotic engage the other tank. He just heard an all too familiar
thunder. As the sounds subsided he heard nothing but laughter followed by a comment
Cheeky bastard. The enemy force had forgotten all about Psychotic as he pushed right back
into the bridge and there wasnt a thing they could do to stop him. All the infantry that had
anti-vehicle weapons switched back to their assault rifles, laser rifles, and scrambler rifles.

Psychotic opened fire and blood ran like a river down the edges of the bridge. It was just chaos
and idiocy at this point but they kept coming.
Psychotic laughed some more as he said You know I rather like the smell of clone bodies
burning to a crisp!
As he said that Grease received a transmission from our bomber of the day Harlequinn.
Harlequinn All righty orbital strike is on standby.
Grease Roger. Psychotic they are gearing up to take you down. Do as much damage as you can
then hit that fuel injector. Ill wipe out the leftovers.
Psychotic Im going! Drop the bombs they are hitting me hard!
Grease Harlequinn strike point alpha. Psychotic hide yourself for two minutes. Give them
enough time to doubt you are still around then bust them up.
As the beams of light fell that same tanker was trying to pursue Psychotic and ended up right in
the middle of the strike. It was almost funny at how unlucky he was. As the bending of light
gave way to peace the enemy was broken. Grease beheld the glory of clone bodies raining off
the edges of the bridge. He could feel my aggression inhibitors kick in. Grease calmed down
enough to recon the area for Psychotic. Greases radar began to pick up enemies inside the city
gates but it was already too late. He watched Psychotic go in to rack up some last minute kills.
Psychotic picked off stragglers by doing a clock-wise patrol around the burn zone.

Psychotics last words before the enemy MCC exploded were You know Grease this was
beautiful. My old friend used to be here.
But was it beautiful? Why did he say used to be here?
Grease What happened to him?
Psychotic Shooter with sadness in his voice One day he just stopped showing up, I read in a
message bulletin that he had committed suicide in a public area.
Grease felt his pain knowing that this life seemed terrifying and unrewarding. Something
he knew that he didnt say came to him later. I live so that His glory would be reflected in me.
They wrapped up an amazing battle and for 17 hours neither of them died going in battle after
battle. That day they were unstoppable.

War the battle of Eon

I had dropped out of the operations in planetary conquest. I continued working towards my suit
knowing I would have only been a liability in battle as a sniper. It left the team a man down in
close quarters combat. I had been witness to my rounds becoming less and less stable with
their ability to do any damage at all. Still I stuck to my gun knowing it only served to fail me.
Every kill I made untouchable seemed to bring about 10 new enemies in its wake. I began to
monitor the Fuck Eon channel. Fleet reports didnt come through only infantry were allowed in.
Foxhound was trying to do their part. Maxovrkill was leading the charge and there was little
hope in her reports.

Maxovrkill We are completely outgunned on the front. Fleet dropped us and tucked tail. We
are pinned down in sector 6. The line holds but not for much longer. We need more than
reinforcements, we need a miracle.
Ninjapiraterobotzombie We can get some more troops there. Fight on. We are trying to tire
them out. Day 1 is going to look rough and hopeless maybe into the 3 rd day. At some point they
will have to rest and our victory will come just hold your ground and fight on.
I read and had witnessed enough to know Eon and Teamplayers in particular were going
to wreck the average group of mercenaries. It was going to take a special group to break up
their cohesion. Reports from Internal Error and Ancient Exiles were the good news of the day.
Successful attacks to be followed up in 23 hours. Ancient Exiles were winning.
What happened to Teamplayers was a standard break in morale. Most had already
made their fortune and decided to retire. Others were so frustrated with the prospect of losing
that they departed entirely. I had also heard that Cubs had begun to crack under the pressure
to win. His pride and reluctance to give in actually drove many away and created bad blood.
The blame game came into effect. This is typical when a group of super stars are put together.
Egos flared and they broke under the weight of their previous glory. Unable to cope with
having a competent challenger Eon fell. In the meantime Grease continued in public contracts.
He was unable to fight for or against either side. Grease had no will to own the universe, so he
helped who he could. Internal Rebellion fell to a member known as EMBlackout. Psychotic
shooter and he fought over some bad language used in reference to family. EMBlackout

dismantled the corporation and all credit was gone from it. Now again Grease was in search of a
home.

Bad Company
The war had left Grease homeless and alone. Grease was battling day in and day out for
months. He had finished his ultimate suit. The prototype Gallente Logistics, GK.0 dropsuit, had
different applications. Grease saw its potential and began to use it in both close quarters
combat and as a sniper. Grease reflected on the battles of Sver Prime. Then Pelognis was using
the suit and Grease decided to try it for himself. It was heavily armored but to a sniper he
thought it was useless. However, it was a monster of an assault suit. He geared up and tested it
out in the facility known as the Meat grinder. It was a Gallente research facility all close
quarters there was no way in but through each other. Grease noticed the other side had a full
squad of Nyain San or Cat Men translated to English. He knew them from several ambushes
that took place on Manas Peak. They were as rich and powerful as it gets. Lead by Ten80Black
this was going to be one costly fight. Knowing he would have to move quickly to give their force
a fighting chance, He called in a dropship, and set up-links on high-ground so that they couldnt
stop the flow of troops. Grease had equipped remote explosives, an Active scanner, Wyrokomi
nano-hives, and his only primary weapon the prototype Duvolle assault rifle. Luckily Grease
arrived in time to set up a defensible choke point. His stomach wrenches as he peers down the
only entrance. He had a feeling they wouldnt try for anything but an all in push and that

nothing but the highest caliber technologies would pour in for the assault. Grease had seen
them attack like that many times. It was the cat mens speed that killed. They always blitzed
into a mass frontline with grenades and flaylock rocket pistols once the line breaks they rush in
together clearing the left overs with small arms fire. Grease took cover behind a corner
knowing that unfortunately for his sake none of the rest of the common mercenaries even
knew what was coming. Hope appeared in the form of a prototype Gallente scout codenamed
Roner General written in blood red down his left shoulder. Grease wondered if they could
handle what would come next. Grease let the first of the attackers run past him and nodded to
Roner. Roner cloaked and put a shotgun to the head of the enemy Boom! The sound of the
shotgun let them know enemies were present. Grease came out from cover and held the line.
Eight soldiers were looking down a hallway right at him. He jumped back into cover which
bought enough time for him to get a plan together. Grease could hear a Heavy suit plodding
into the doorway. His only choice was to throw a remote explosive at his feet and blow him
away. He tossed it down and switched back to his assault rifle and drew him in by acting weak.
He fired a burst of plasma rounds and swung to the other side of the doorway. Grease could tell
by the sound of his pace he was confident. As the rate of speed was constant Grease counted
32.1 hitting the detonator and looked in the direction of the doorway. The blast killed
what appeared to be 5 bodies trying to breach the room. Grease looked back down the hallway
to see what was left. Strafing across the doorway he observed two dead bodies with shotgun
wounds. Grease saw light bending as Roner General held tight to a corner. Roner was trapped
in confined space and Grease wondered if he would make it back out. Pulling out his scanner
Grease made a 360 degree sweep. Ten new and angry prototype suits were about to pour into

the hallway. Knowing what was to come and to protect Roner Grease laid down covering fire.
He strafed left and right into the armor repairing nano-hives he had set up. Finally after the
third body he had to reload and take cover. An inrush of grenades and rockets poured into the
hall. He looked back towards our entrance side and at last our regular troopers started pouring
in. His heart was pounding and adrenaline was at its maximum as he knew they had enough of
this. Breaking cover to rally behind our forces a wall of gunfire and explosions brought him
down. As he lie there near-death Roners foot flashed by his face. Roner must have snuck past
them. He was going in for a head on charge. A friendly logistics came to Greases aid and
injected his suit with nanites repairing the failing clone. He jumped immediately, as life began
to enter the perishing body. He stood in his armor repairing nanohives and heard Roners
Shotgun going off at maximum rate of fire. As soon as Grease was able, he hopped back out of
cover and drew fire. Roner was obviously not afraid of what was on the other side. He had
them friendly firing each other as he used each of his victims as a meat shield. Finally in the
greatest act of resistance he ever saw he pulled out a core locus grenade and took out 4
attackers while sacrificing his body.
Grease thought This guy is a maniac.
10 orbital strikes dropped that battle. With limited cover each killed the others entire force. It
was a tug of war for the right to victory. Friendly forces cloned them out and Grease went 58-17
kills to deaths. Grease had never seen as many dead bodies burnt, shot, and liquefied. It was
such a good fight that the CEO of Nyain San private messaged him just to say that he was
amazed. They had won but at a heavy cost to both sides. Grease was happy regardless to have

participated in one of the greatest fights of New Eden. Grease said thank you to Ten80Black.
Now Grease was curious who this Roner General belonged to. Low and behold he was an
Ancient Exile. Now they held Greases attention.

The audition
Grease found a posting on a recruitment forum titled Ancient Exiles. They were looking for a
sniper and the post had been written by none other than Djinn Rampage.
Grease thought This has to be fate
Unfortunately the age of the sniper was washing away. Installation layouts had changed. Homepoints were now underground. This was a tryout for a job that had become obsolete. His
indoctrination was a field test. Djinn Rampage and Kalante Schiffer were to assess his talent as
a sniper.
Djinn Rampage You can choose the contract. I know you snipers like Domination or Skirmish
battles.
Grease We can do any you like.

Djinn Rampage You would do an ambush as a sniper?

Grease Yes I dont mind.
Djinn Rampage Hmmm ambushes are terrible for snipers. You have no chance if we get caught
in close quarters.
Grease I know how to handle any situation.
Djinn Rampage Ha! Ok its your funeral.
As he selected an ambush he grabbed the heavily armored prototype logistics suit. Grease had
no room for a sidearm so if he was caught in a bad drop he would be useless. As they Halo
dropped onto the planet Grease had enough time to assess the lay of the land. Djinn Rampage
and Kalante were hard to keep up with. They killed so fast it was hard for him to even get any
kills. I straddled the outskirts of the burnzone and got 6 kills no deaths running and gunning at
the flanks. Grease wished he had worn his advanced scout suit instead. He felt 6 to be an
unimpressive number.
Djinn Rampage So you went 6-0 in an ambush on foot sniping.. I havent ever seen that. Lets
take you into a skirmish contract and see how you do.
As they loaded into the clones Grease was very happy to see we were assaulting the Emerald
city. Grease was very familiar with the topography of this installation. Again most of the
outposts in New Eden are similar to each other. Each having its own design and benefit but
uniform so that they may be easily constructed they were money makers. Grease called in a

land attack vehicle and made for a mountain next to the enemy MCC. As Grease started to kill
all the forces that crossed the plain into the city all of their forces began to converge on his
location.
Grease Guys Im going to need evac they are coming for me.
Djinn Rampage How many?
Grease More than I can handle over 10 and a blaster tank.
After Djinn Rampage and Kalante had flown into the emerald city to place uplinks they came in
hot knowing it might not work. As Grease runs to avoid the damage from the small arms fire
and to get clear of the tank Djinn Rampage shouts
Where are you!
The blaster turret on the dropship almost drown out his voice as Kalante shot at the wave of
infantry.
Grease Im closing in on the back of the spire. Due west!
The tank was closing distance quickly as Grease looked back over his shoulder. The heavily
armored Grimsnes dropship came into view over Greases left shoulder.
Djinn Rampage We have just one chance! Jump and grab the rail!
Grease understood as the dropship came in close enough to do so. The blaster tank began to
open fire as Grease jumped and grabbed the bottom rail.

Djinn Rampage HOLD ON!

Hitting the afterburner the force of gravity felt as though it would rip Greases arms off. Grease
wrestled up into the dropship with Kalante still firing his blaster turret.
Djinn Rampage Where to now?
Grease Opposite side spire. Throw me!
Djinn Rampage then accelerated sharply to the northeast. Grease felt that he would be able to
make the HALO jump at this speed and trajectory.
Grease Im jumping and thanks!
Before either could respond Grease kicked out of the dropship and sailed through the air.
Grease landed exactly where he wanted to. Hitting his inertia dampener he set up to reengage
those who were on the other side of the battle field. That battle he killed 27 no deaths. Grease
had to wait to hear the verdict. He already knew he was in. Grease just didnt know if he
belonged.

Home
Accepted by Djinn Rampage and Kalante Grease was now a part of Ancient Exiles. This was
another day in New Eden in Greases eyes. As he scrolled through our registry he found familiar
people. Doc Holiday, Djinn Kujo, AndreaSilverEyes, and several more he was excited to have
some familiar names. Ancient Exiles held many friendly conversations in their corporation chat.

Zaria Min Deir seemed to wonder what Grease was about as she asked why he had come to
them.
Zaria Grease, what is it that you do and who brought you here?
Grease I am a sniper.
Zaria AHAHAAHAHA forgive me but sniper is hardly a useful profession. You must be very
talented.
Grease I am the best but it is a hopeless and dying art. I am working towards a new build to
accomplish the same goals.
Zaria Well, regardless welcome to Ancient Exiles.
Grease Thank you.
Grease ran with his usual group up to this point doing public contracts and gearing up
for a war that he knew was coming. Radar was making moves. A group called proficiency
5 had begun to take holdings on several planets. The plan he had was Greases own. He
was planning to take Renegade alliance down by hitting them after a long and tiring war.
This irony did not escape Grease as he considered what he had said that sank into
Radars mind. With Sver Prime in Renegade alliance control they attempted many
skirmishes against what was considered a night guard group. Small escort fleets were
coming in and we let them enter to both get better on the ground and to lull them into a
false sense of security. The skirmishes increased in number and Ancient Exiles reserves

were frustrated at losing. Grease waited excitedly for the day he would face Radar.
Grease had taken to thinking of him as the Dark King. His charisma and will to create
chaos was unrivaled. Grease knew this was a man driven by pride and a lust for power.

New Technologies
A new release came across the mercenaries public message boards. Several new weapons were
to be released for use immediately. Grease became familiarized himself with a weapon referred
to as the rail rifle. Produced by the Caldari State it was a weapon of distance and precision.
Grease immediately made way to the Caldari merchant he dealt with for Drop-ships.
The merchant beamed as Grease walked out of his pod, knowing he had deep pockets.
Merchant I know what youre here for and trust me you only want the finest quality.
The merchant led Grease to a metal crate filled to the brim with weapons. On the side of the
crate Kaalikiota was written, Kaalikiota industries always were very reliable.
Merchant These are the best! Very powerful and accurate they will destroy your enemies.
Grease was sold before he came. Grease was excited and ready to test this weapon out. The
weapon had a slight charge up time which Grease was easily able to compensate for. What
really made Greases day was the kick factor. The weapon rose very slightly upward and if he
started to shoot center mast the recoil would float the bullet up to a headshot.
Grease This is a masterpiece.

Ammunition quality for Greases sniper rifles had dropped significantly as the manufacturers
had allowed rounds to have an effect called blue shielding. This was negated by the rail rifle
for being able to shoot at a range and precision comparable to the sniper rifle yet with more
rounds the rail rifle would in theory work regardless of ammo quality being inconsistent.
Grease Ill take it.
Merchant Wonderful! How many?
Grease All of it.
The merchant smiled gleefully knowing he would not have to make another sale for months.

The Vessel
Many nights I dream of his return, while wrapped in blankets of hope. The howling winds blow
and I can feel him drawing near. I cannot see his face. I cannot run or drown him out. I feel
something like a pair of fists banging on the door inside of my heart. I am so afraid of what is to
come. Not for my sake, but for yours.

Winters War
As Grease had just finished a contract message after message filled the alliance mail. As the
conquest of Molden Heath had ground to a stop Renegade Alliance fleets and mercenaries
were granted rest and relaxation to remember and forget what they were fighting for. Grease

visited many conquered worlds to hear the thoughts of the people. The populations had all but
forgotten their oppression, enslavement, and genocides they faced at the hands of EON. They
had become resentful of Renegades rise to power. Proficiency 5 was the new alliance picking
up talent throughout the galaxy. Pradox 1, 0uter.Heaven The list was extensive. Grease came
back to Ancient Exiles home world knowing and warning that war was coming. Grease took the
watch as he prepared all that would listen for war once again. Then 3 days later outlying
colonies were losing satellites and the fleet over Sver prime was not responding. This was the
moment and now was the time. An immediate call went out to all mercenaries on leave to
return to action. They were deep in space and it would take 36 hours for the best of them to
rally. The first day of the invasion was a losing battle. Radar had convinced Proficiency 5 alliance
that they would win the war if they attacked while Renegade Alliance was resting. Many of the
Ancient Exiles whom had fought in the war of Eon, had announced retirement. They claimed to
have been content with destroying the reign of Teamplayers. Papers were pulled immediately
and the mercs whom had previously announced they were finished, came back just to fight
Radar and his new found power. Greases responsibility was still homepoint. As the fleets of eve
broke through our light guard the forces of Proficiency 5 began the land assault again in the
cold of winter. Grease loaded his fitting knowing Radar was the hard-counter to what he had
designed. This wasnt going to be a fight of skill but a fight of wits. As the first team ready to
defend stepped into the war-barge they settled roles. Again Grease was to defend home-point
alone until backup could arrive. The Gallente research facility was their point of defense. As the
drop-ships were called in he ran to home-point and became worried. It was underground and
that is Radars niche. His close quarters combat skills were undoubtedly better than Greases.

As Grease hacked the home-point null cannon sweat had begun to drop from his brow. He
scanned the area picking up no hostile electronics signals and waited close to a crate just
outside of the point. The coms channel was erupting as Djinn Soul made calls for tactical
uplinks. All the while machine gun fire and grenade bursts blotted out his voice. Grease felt as
the city became quiet that the time had come. He scans again and picks is alerted to an enemy
uplink just 20 meters to his north.
Grease Its Radar.
He said as he ran to the uplink to destroy it. As he aimed his rail rifle at the uplink and
destroyed it Radar had flanked to his six o clock undetected. Just as Grease had finished the
destruction of the link Radars six kin assault combat rifle downed him in almost an instant.
Never being killed so fast before Grease was dismayed. He spawned into another clone body
with the same suit hoping to find a way to defeat Radar. As he approached the stairwell Radar
had uploaded a hack into the null cannons processor. There must be an answer Grease
pondered and then threw down a remote explosive to the base of the stairwell. He then
compensated hesitation time and turned his back to the stairs. Knowing it was highly unlikely
that Radar would attack head on, Grease counted to 5. As the countdown ended he turned to
the stairwell that he had faced away from. That very moment Radar was running right over the
top of the remote explosive. As Grease and he locked eyes. Radar froze and began to back
peddle. As he backed away from Grease, he detonated the remote explosive. Radars flesh and
blood liquefied. Grease sighed in relief as Djinn Kujo leader of the Ancient Exiles came over the
coms. Djinn Kujo Grease report status. Grease Homepoint secure uploading counter hack.

As the final moments of the battle drew to a close this war was already over for Grease.
Overcoming the greatest of his challenges he stayed in his quarters and pondered the meaning
of it all.

Post war news reports

Written by Gods Architect
Gods Architect and many others had fallen into line with Radar-R4D7.
This is their story.
It is different when you composed the lie. When you damn the truth and tatter its remains
amongst the sea of falsehood. They were good men, the best of men and you corrupted them.
Trashed their hearts and destroyed their minds. You created monsters in your design; they
were your project your lab rats. I guess you cant be the only one thats at fault here. To defeat
a monster you must become come one. A monster, I remember them saying the same thing
about us. Has it been so long that we lost our humanity, was it so long ago?

Damn it I cant remember. Ill be surprised if anyone could. Were our minds that easily
corrupted? Damn it I cant remember, but we came in with good intentions I remember that. Is
that all we have to show for our actions, is this journal our only testimony? It wasnt supposed
to be like this. It wasnt supposed this hard to do the right thing. I guess Ive been watching too

many movies. Happy endings are just fantasy, a stimulant to postpone the thoughts of this
Universes cruelty. Is this how we will be remembered?

Wake up! I hear a man scream to me.

I think and feel the stinging of my wounds then I remember where I am. I look up at Rusty as
those men beat him. Jean was in a chair next to him with his head hanging and the blood from
his face dripped down to the puddle that accumulated all of our blood.

Then I feel a bar hit me, I think it was metal, shit, or was it steel? It hurt and whatever dazed
state I was in after that I was surely out of. I looked at my attacker as he screamed. Where is
it!?

Blood left my mouth then I looked at the floor thats when he hit me again. He then grabbed
my face and screamed again, Where is it!?
Markus dont tell them! Dont tell them a fuckin thing! Rusty shouted trying to get to me.
Almost at the same time my attacker turns around and swings his metal bar to Rustys face. It
surely broke his jaw and soon after he kept falling in and out of consciousness.

Stay with me, Rusty! Goddamn it do not leave me! I commanded. We were brothers once!
The man screamed to me. Was it so long ago since war was avoidable, or at the very least
peace could have been prolonged. We were not ready.

Radar strong armed the alliance that was Proficiency V. The situation was laid out where the
alliance could not disagree with Radars will. Though false information was brought to the table
along with faulty reasoning Radar carved himself with one move as the leader of the entire
alliance. He declared war and the alliance followed though their pleas fell under deaf ears. This
was Radar's flawless inauguration.

Proficiency was forced to authorize preemptive strikes against Renegade and their allies under
the banner to persevere peace and a stable region. With forces mobilized and Renegade at
their weakest we strike, a full out blitz on almost all sectors commenced. To the remains of Sver
Prime to AE home-world wars hand has touched all.

Casualties have reached the tens of billions with Proficiency fleets jumping near or around
enemy sectors. Renegade was prepared for the invasions and set of defenses according
creating difficult attack points throughout all sectors. With Renegade defenses more or less

holding it was clear we're not fighting Sver. The tactics used on the 3rd Northern War when we
were allies is now being used against each us.

With both sides having each other playbooks the casualties have been high on both sides but
more on the attacking forces. With the days still progressing it still not clear the outcome of
the day's battle. But if significant damage isn't dealt by Proficiency, Renegade will respond with
aggression turning the war defensively. Why? We called each other brother? I asked.

At start of the war PX1(Pradox 1) spearheaded the landings in multiple sectors on all theaters.
In the Elfrard Theater PX1 and Outer.Heaven sent men to Ancient Exile's home-world where the
victories for the Prof V were scarce. 34th Expeditionary landed in Aeditde and are being
supplied by mobile supply fleets stations in Weld that is correcting and cutting off all Renegade
supply lines leading in Klingt from all attacks south. But from the north Renegade has sent two
fleets to Elfrard filled with Black Phoenix Mercs and Anon Shadow Legions. Many of the Shadow
Legion set up supply drops to their allies in Klingt as Black Phoenix along with Renegades air
superiority. The Pretorian Defense Forces responded accordingly though much of the PDF fleets

were away. We fought with what we had. As Black Phoenix Mercs enter the burn-zone they
were quickly wiped out. They were unable to hold out before Public Disorders fleet jumped into
the system with STB and Anon reinforcements.

In the north on Sver Prime, Prof V occupation forces are battling the remnants of Sver and lost
territory from them. With battles raging elsewhere its understood that with majority of OH
engaging Anon leaving Sver Prime mildly defended. PX1 has been tasked to hold back the Sver
forces that have resurfaced since the last war and with the help of Renegade.

In Almur the battle is raging in Sakulda. With the OH trying to push out Ancient Exiles and
secure Sakulda VII making it the base of operations in the Almur Theater. PX1 has landed in
Sakulda V to sandwich Reengage making it easier to take over all of Sakulda. With the taking of
Sakulda it will ease operations and logistic to Altbrard with OH vastly outnumbered with 17 to 1
ratio. Operations on Hedaleolfarber have yet to be conducted.

Molon Labe and Dem Durrty Boys have earned Eoldulf Theater the reputation "The Bloody
East." Fighting between Public Disorder and Prof V haven't been this bad since the Fittakan
Gap. The PD survivors are putting up a fierce fight with Renegade fleets and men. With AE and
DDB holding the line on Osvetur but the Renegade and Public Disorder fleets have the air
support and are raining down OB's.

Tartatven all Prof V forces have been cut off and Renegade is bombing the Prof V to submission.
Tartatven is where the alliance is taking the most loses. Without fleet support it is unknown
how long the men on the ground can last. With the disaster in the Tartatven Theater
Outer.Heaven has been tasked to take Audesder and the others allies that cannot reach
Audesder are to hold what they have. Prof V is organizing rescue fleets from Fittakan. This war
is nothing less than a slugging match.

Anon, Renegades pawns have all but fallen. Radar's wants them wiped clean from Molden
Health and Prof V is ready to collect. To stall the coalition Nyain San has mobilized their war
machine and conducted a full assault on many of Pradox One districts. From the furious fighting
that was in "The Bloody East." Soon in the day it was clear for PX1's operational assessment
that NS came with a Smash and Grab with intention of crippling PX1 in a single day and buy
time for Kujo to rebuild moral for a war they are losing.

NS has no choice but to shelter the king because Radar is ready to aim for Kujos jugular. Prof V
is moving downward to land in AE space on their home-world. To take it over and strike a

crushing blow the Alliance moral. It its rumor Radar himself will command the fleet personally
on this assault.

On the "The Bloody East" fighting has gotten worst with the NS reinforcements. What was
going to be a quick and easy win for the coalition turned into three days of hell, but we are
making progress. Coalitions force have successfully landed on the DDB's home-world and set up
to conduct mid-range operations. Molon Labe has sent decoy attacks to slow the coalition's
advance in the region and it is working. With the casualties in the Eoldulf and the slow pace it's
beginning to be not worth coalition efforts to take the region.

Tartatven is a mess. Operational structures have all but collapsed. Companies are the only thing
that is left. With the Renegades air superiority over most of the warring regions it is clear
without it the coalition will be in trouble especially in Tartatven. Radar has issued a directive
calling all and any pilots to lend air support. The remnants of PX1 42nd is pushing out trying to
secure a landing base and await for evacuations to Outer.Heaven once the Audesdar III has
been taken. Things are getting desperate for the collation in that region.

Anon has fallen and PX1 is mopping up all reaming districts that Anon holds. Its projected with
Anons rapid collapse, even the loyalist in the Shadow Legions can't muster men to attempted
to even defend the districts; but this is only projected. Renegades fleets are assisting mass
evacuations from all Anon districts near Kadlina, which are certainly under siege. PX1 was able
to successfully land in the Ukton Region taking a nearby Cargo Hub. Most of the fleet above
Kadline have been scattered and wiped out after trying to jump to Aeditide to support the
Coalitions advances there. As of now there is no Eve support covering the ground troops, High
Command has rerouted the remaining fleets still alive after the lost battle in Kattegaud.
Remaining ships have reorganized at Weld protecting the mobile supply bases there. The
Coalition has also hired Fatal Absolution to smuggle supplies into Kadlina and Aedidtie since
Coalition fleets can't make a move outside of Weld without being wiped out. In Pretoria the
PDF is holding its ground. No hostile forces have yet to land and secure a foothold since the
start of the war. The neighboring planets are slowly being taken. The PX1 ground troops despite
the lack of air to ground strikes, at this pace Klingt will be clear of hostiles by the middle of next
week.

DDB with used of the 44th Fleet has destroyed the Outer.Heavens Crusaders that landed on
their home planet a day prior. The Coalition's 3rd Shock Army is nothing but shambles now.
Valor was the main component of the 3rd Shock Army and any hope of containing DDB and
Molon Labe from assaulting Klngt. It was reported that one O.H's most decorated unit the 7th
Crusaders fell on Sharkon, no survivors. 3rd Shock Army fell back to Osvertur where with the

combination of the Boy's and Exiles the Army made its stand but with devastating and accurate
orbital strikes the unit was soon wiped out. The Blood East is a complete disaster for Coalition
forces and a complete victory for the Renegade Alliance. Eoldulf is clear of all Coalition forces.

Tartatven hasn't changed, it's clear that the Coalitions blitz on all regions has ended. The
Alliance is bouncing back and with their crushing orbitals it is now understood that we are
losing. Three days after the Winter Offensive the Alliance consolidated whatever they had left,
reorganized and held. Now that the offensive is over, Ancient Exiles want revenge. Their OB's
are now falling like rain. Leaving many planets scarred upon their wake. Their tanks have buried
our men under their tracks. Kujo's men have bled on the Radar's onslaught, there was such a
time where Radar had the blade at neck of Kujo. Now it seems the tide has changed and the
Ancient Exiles are ready. Its time we bled on our land.

We've been betrayed. Was Ancient Exile's will that strong or was Outer.Heavens that weak. We
did not want this war we didn't ask for it, but Radar, that warmonger that traitor. He abandon
us, and for what, trust? We did what we were told to do. You strong armed your way in the
leadership and tried to become God. I guess with great ambitions come with a great cost.
"Monster's," I remember them saying the same thing about us isn't that right Radar? Were you

not good once? Were you not honorable? You turned us into monsters! We became your lab
rats. Then you ran, you ran and Kujo became that monster and we were dubbed the lab rats!

We followed like good soldiers did we. PX1, Valor, hell even Outer.Heaven. We followed your
orders and fought the good fight. We attacked attack Anon, Ancient Exiles, SverTrueBlood, and
DemDirtyBoys. We followed your orders like good soldiers as you attempted to climb the steps
of heaven and mantle God's throne. But we were good soldiers, we saw, we hated, we
disapproved, but like good little soldiers we turned a blind eye. Yes we did, yeah it wasn't right,
but thats what we did. With loaded rifles we tried to shape the Gates of Heaven but you
abandon us. You lied to us. You let it crumble. Was playing God that heavy on you? Was the
weight that crushing, was you faith in yourself that weak. I know you came with good
intentions, before you became blinded and corrupted you were among the best of men. What
happened? I know it wasn't supposed to end like this. This journal is our only testimony. I forgot
when it all changed. When it became hard to do the right thing it's not your fault though.

Do you remember, way back before you owed a corporation? You were still my superior then,
you were called Rusty back then if you remember, I do I remember. We were captured and
tortured but you never gave up the codes. You never gave them up, if you recall you screamed
to me. Back then we were brothers. Back then we knew what to do. We knew what was right.
Now you are just a shadow that tried to blot out the sun.

Kujo wanted his revenge, it was like a fly buzzing around the room, but they were the bad guy's
right, Radar? You were right about the OB's though, they were one hell of a weapon. I lost too
many kids because of them. Kujo even made Teamplayers betray us at that Battle of Kloolan.
Teamplayers really? The men that were station there were just rookies, replacements most just
got out of basic. Cubs did you enjoy murdering them, slaughtering them or was it just business?
What could they possibly have offered the former God of Molden Health to betray our
friendship? Its doesn't matter it is crumbling now I see it, we all see it.

After Eoldulf was taken Outer.Heaven abandoned their posts. Fittakan, Tartatven, Elfrard, you
abandoned us. Slowly the survivors in Fittakan were crushed. Tartatven is just a mess all over.
And Elfrard... PX1 theater was attacked. Kujo sent everything into Elfrard and hit us hard. After
two days of the Kujo's display of wraith in the Elfrard Offensive PX1 is alone. Holding tooth and
nail to defend all they have gained. Like good soldiers we held the line as we watched Heaven
crumble and burn. You lied Radar, you said you were ready. You said we had no choice. You
said they were weak, you said we could win. And we had no choice but to follow you and trust
you.

No more, can we turn a blind eye. No more will we allow you shady deals. No more will we fight
for you and no more shall we die for you. PX1 use Executive Order 136 removing Radar and O.H

from the alliance. Fight the war you made us fight. Kujo can exact his revenge on the man who
tried to become God or he can take it out on all those who opposed him. If you wish to
continue this war with Prof V so be it, we welcome it. Pradox soldiers never die we just go to
Hell and regroup.

This is it. Kujo's rage has fallen and we are determined to stay when the curtain falls. Surrender
is no longer an option Mike Ruan has made that clear. Even as Pretoria burns we will not
surrender to Kujo terms or Capital's demands for billions. We are a proud people and we will
fight.

The taking over of Eoldulf by Allaince forces was nail in the coffin. Outer.Heaven and Valor were
supposed to hold the line and PX1 cleared Elfrard and take over AEs home-world. I guess The
Bloody East earned it reputation quite nicely. Kujos rage assaulted Klingt while PX1 presumed
mop up operations. We've should have known better. Nyain San made first contact dropping
men in Klingt VI we fought the best we could but with Renegade heavily outnumbering our
fleets we had no air support. We were under the mercy of the enemy fleets as they set fire to
everything. Soon AE, DDB, and Capital Acquisitions landed on that planet soon over running our
defenses. From there they hopped to Klingt VIII we set up defense batteries, we know they
there here. Under heavy fire they were able to land but we gave up not one inch without blood
at first. Within a day PX1 forces on Klingt VII was all but wiped out. Dangerously low on men

and morale it became difficult to field enough or any men to fight Renegades assaults. Then it
became impossible, the survivors of the battle have fallen back to the last held territory we had
in Klingt VIII where they make their last stand.

Pretoria is under siege and the PDF forces do their best but on the planet you see the heart of
Kujo's Rage. Our fleets over the planet have been wiped out under the banner "Remember
Anon". Evacuations are no longer possible Kujo has issued a directive "no survivors." Within
three days Kujo took the capital of Pretoria, slowly the noose is tightening but we still fight.

Outer.Heaven in a last attempt to curve Kujo's wrath, issued an all-out assault on all Sver Prime.
To conduct easy wins, regain morale, and punish Sver for violating the backroom deal they had.
Kujo will certainly target this aggression and hit hard. Outer.Heaven is very much still in this
fight.

Valor, the corp that took the most casualties in the Blood East asked to be let go. Like they were
forced in this war. Once the East was lost DemDirtyBoys pressed on the attack, what was going
to be a 3 day operation ended in less than a day.

This winter has been especially cruel and harsh. This war has been cruel and harsh. But its a
good atonement for or sins, dont you agree? Provoking a war and burning Molden Heath
ending thousands of lives, this outcome is well deserved, I think so. We are now a part of the
fallen empires that once ruled this region, if you play with fire expect to get burned. We are no
longer invincible and we are no longer a superpower, Kujo made sure of that. With his threats
all others summit, as we are allowed to drown.

Renegade is now the occupying force on Pretoria, similar to the Outer.Heaven genocidal
occupation of Sver Prime martial law on all occupied territories is in effect and have be placed
into districts manageable by the highest bidder. Our people have turned into slaves, the
surviving forces are in nearby regions fighting off small or random corporations that think we
are still weak. Though all of Pretoria has not been taken its clear we dont have to power to
conduct any major assaults to take our home back, but we are still here and we will still fight.

This war has claimed many lives and destroyed entire corporations. It was a good fight and
much respect to all who contributed and influenced on this ambitious campaign. To the ruins of
Sver Prime, the Bloody East, to the Occupation of Pretoria; it has been challenge and a struggle
but all are respected. I close the chapter of the regions history and I will continue to report it to
the best of my ability. Happy hunting gentlemen.

The Reconciliation
Written by The Nameless
Grease travelled across the world of Gallente prime searching for a purpose. Searching the
world for something he didnt know what. By his word he had created his greatest adversary.
That plan was seeded in Radar by Grease. This was a revelation that hurt him beyond words.
Whom must he serve now? What is left to do? Is it all over? Seeking this truth he happened
upon a relic from thousands of years ago. As he saw it in the distance a voice he knew said
Come. As he approached the structure he kneeled down and shouldered his sniper rifle. Then
he wept for the things he had done and the monster he became. The voice told Grease That
which is forgotten is for good reason. You are my prototype and the one in whom I will reflect.
Take the battles back to the mortal and give him choice. This is the vision of the one who is like
the son of man. Grease then held silent, dropped his rifle at the foot of that symbol, and
received the call. No matter what happened they could not stop mans fight to reign. Only
being led by the one Grease could find his comfort.

Reckoning
Emergency signals were coming in from every nation. The artists of the world cried out
in various ways calling someone. But few, saying the one thing they mean to have said. It is His

name. I am the shadow of his coming. It is I, the one whom would be sent before you at the end
of an age. I wish I could tell you my name, brother. It is etched on the pillar of heaven letter by
letter. With time drawing short I heard the voice cry from afar, and through time. When will
your mighty judgment fall on this world? It kicks in my head as if it were meant for me. In his
company I am to rescue you from the oppressor. We fought across time and space to be by
your side to set you free so that you might come home with us. By His authority this world will
fall. We love you so much and we have been awakened for you my love. We are the aim of the
Lord. We know where we go and that only victory will follow. I am not important only you my
brother. I am steadied and hands are firmly upon me holding me. I will carry His word into the
final battle. As I share this with you so too will he loosen my reigns for you are of me and I you.
As my pace quickens and His living truth fills the world you will hear rumors of His return. Learn
and live what he set you to be. Today my brother, it is today that I have called. The return of
the King is certain and his army prepared for the day, hour, and minute. I await the answer to
the call.

The Landing
Ships coordinates set he hurdled through space in all haste. As it was he had an
important task to now perform. As a human being he was imperfect and gathering strength to
do battle against the forces witnessed. He comes with a message to restore glory and was told
to write the things he had witnessed so that others could hear the call. The ship broke through

the atmosphere and decelerated into hover mode as he dawned armor and prepare himself for
the trials to come, he jumped. As the slow low orbit drop ensued he could hear a song play.
Grease is the word. Falling back to earth he comes to be among his brothers and sisters.
As Grease jumps to the earth his landing is softened by his inertia dampener. He lands
just off of the coast in shallow water. Steam rising from his armor his eyes glow with eerie red
fire. His first step onto land with one foot in the water and one on the land he pauses and
raises his right hand. In a moment of truth for what is to come he lets out a shout Holy is the
Lamb! He who conquered so that you might be saved is soon to return! Put down the lie and
live! in his raspy robotic voice. In that moment electricity ionized the clouds and lightening
could be seen across the whole of the world. Thunder boomed in the distance as the vast army
began to break the atmosphere. His stance uncompromising built for war eternal, a voice
comes over the Coms channel one he knew all too well. What will you do? In terror and with
great satisfaction Grease replied, Your will be done. To end it properly as it all started. He
comes back to awaken those who are lost so that none could deny the future.

From the Nameless

As it began so too shall it end for me as I declare His Name. He follows closely
after me. As his return is ever so more near, we were granted this time together. In one
action of faith a great deal can be saved. Your story is beautiful. With an act of
redemption a nation will see again. They will be empowered and empower their leaders
to do good. I look to the clouds my brother and await the return of the King. Many will

raise up in these days a forgotten people are to be restored and drive evil from the land
with sacrifice and kindness. We are prisoners locked in our minds and hearts until the
kingdom comes. Be ready, he comes soon. Leaders prepare yourselves he will validate
the good and condemn the evil. He comes with good tidings to restore those you have
wronged so that they shall stand beside you. Cast your crown at his feet or be forgotten.
Here are the orders from the Most High. Love the Lord your God, Keep your brother
safe, and standby for Evac. I have asked the governor of Arkansas to forgive your crimes
and if the spirit moves him then you will be free from their sentence and subject instead
to the Lords. I will have a job for you and a home for you. We came a long way from a
trailer of dirt to a house in the mountains. Of your story brother He will build a nation.
I came to many truths witnessing immortalitys implications. I witnessed how
important it is to have the common ground of love and companionship. Without the
spirits I have met, the gift of immortality would be a lonely desolate place. With all the
resources of the universe it would be as empty and meaningless without someone to
share it with. The streets of heaven are paved with gold so that you would remember
that you are the greatest treasure in all of the heavens Brother will you come? The
gates are locked and a choice will be made. I have come to remind you who is holding
the key. A great void has been created in attempts to remove the knowledge of Him. It
has left the people powerless at the mercy and fear of darkness. Get to know the one
whom I was lifted up to. Lets go together this time. Your heavenly body awaits you my
brother! The signs of the end are here. Do not ask my name. The Father has my name
and none can know it. Find me by my word and actions. Do not be deceived. They will

try to break you. Nothing is yours my brother, it is Fathers. Remember that we are not
Him but as we get closer to his likeness we look just like Him. I love you always. May the
challenges of your day always be conquered and delivered from evil. Little did you know
the sniper of the heavens is among you. His aim always was you. This is my one shot. I
know He hit my mark, He is that good. When you read this you will have been given a
choice. The Gates are locked. You are my keeper and I am yours. The guard you go to
now is Caoticfox. I have never met him in person but I asked him to take you home to
me. He has helped to guide me through a great deal of mysteries by his reading of the
word and I am thankful for his selflessness.

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 hadnt 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 fires 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! Its 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. Whats a bell doing ringing at this hour? I turn to see the area. As I pan my
vision towards the sound someone shouts Its the end of the WORLD! the tone of voice was
dead serious. Im 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 did not rip 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 Ive ever known would I searched to escape. But I didnt,
I couldnt, then I wouldnt. As soon as I accepted it, something I picked up along the way.., I just
reached upward peacefully and softly smiled as I said Jesus.