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Upbringing of a Killer -one of two-
Apex Azimuth
IA Combat Operations Leader
Personal Log: 02/10/4433
"Upbringing of a Killer -one of two-"
After joining the ranks of the Itani Defense Force I quickly proved my skills in combat. I was looked up to by many aspiring pilots, and took time to show a few of them how to fight. I would frequently disguise myself as a pirate and visit corvus stations to socialize with the rowdier crowd of the galaxy. There was much to learn about them, they lived wrecklessly, and many times followed a code of honor that I greatly respected. They also had really good drinks... Common Itani don't use intoxicating substances, but I took fancy to the social effects they had on me. Drinking games in space were one of the more entertaining of the effects. If being drunk under simulated gravity feels odd, I'd ask anyone to give Zero-G drunkness a try, then reassess what's "Tipsy". THEN try to fly a centurion through asteroid fields. I made good friends with some of these people, we had really good times in those rough corvus bars. One of these friends turned out to be a notorious pirate in Sedina. I hadn't been aware of that when I met him. I'd have never guessed he was a pirate upon first glance, he followed a code of honor and valor that's not seen even in the most admired of Itani leaders, yet he was a thief, robbing people of life, limb, and property for his self benefit. I dissregarded such, and judged him only on his character (and his outstanding piloting skills). I was a law abiding citizen of the Itani nation half of my time. The rest of my time I spent in grey space socializing and putting my piloting skills to use.
One evening (or day, whatever you can call it in space) I visisted a bar at a corvus station for a few drinks. The typical roughnecks were there, being rowdy and loud as usual. They would often get into semi-organized brawls, unarmed hand to hand combat where they would beat on eachother untill one of them falls to the floor, then the combatants would often stand up, laughing and yelling as they'd grab a drink and hug eachother. Fighting for them was a way to bond, Enemies became friends in these bars, Neutrals and Sercos would become buddies, even a few Itani would have serco pals, but only in the bars. In corvus space, all normal life was left outside the station dock. As I sat at the bar, exchanging small talk with the bartender and sipping a drink, I noticed a female voice behind me. She announced that she'd give one hundred thousand credits and a drink to the man that can take her down. She had a big, confident smile in her voice as she made the announcement to the bunch. I turned around in my barstool to observe what was happening. The woman was an average build, pale white skin, sleek black hair, and vaguely oriental, deep blue eyes, she looked very familiar. The bar had almost silenced by now. A tall, thick man stood up and said simply "accept", the man had to be Serco, his skin was grey and there were signs of cranial reinforcement in is forhead. "Perfect!" said the woman and a playfull voice. "Now here's the deal, the credit chip is in my back pocket, knock me out and you can take the chip and i'll buy you a drink with you when I wake. Don't show me any mercy, I won't show you any". The man gave out a half smile and said "you're sure about this?".
The woman interupted, "Spare me the arrogant chatter, metalhead, ready yourself."
The crowd formed a loose circle around the two. The woman grabbed a hard drink and slammed it down her throat. "What are you waiting for?" The woman exclaimed. The Serco half-smiled again and strided toward her, pulling his weight and his fist back for a strike. His arm snapped down on her hitting her upper right arm before she could block the attack. She had braced herself before being hit, but she was knocked to her left, causing her to lose balance and shudder disgracefully. Her hair in her face, she snarled at him. As she recovered her balance, the serco let out a loud "hah!" and the crowd around them seemed to giggle. He wiped the smile off of his face quickly and progressed toward the woman again, preparing to strike. He struck down on her with another snap, obviously thousands of pounds of pressure in the strike, the woman smoothly moved her arm out to meet with his harm and slow the strike down to a stop as it moved closer to her face. The serco responded almost instantly with strike from his other arm, again countered by the woman in the same fasion. I could see the confidence in her body language, but the Serco then almost immediately threw his left leg into her shins knocking her feet behind her, he followed up by hammering his fist into the back of her head, plummeting her face to the floor. His balance, power, and efficiency was incalculable. Simply the way the serco stood still emphasized pure, centered balance, he looked more stable than a large tree. The woman, face down on the floor, pounded her palm on the metalic floor in frustration. she was closer to me, and I could her her whisper "that's enough". As she quickly stood up, the man had already been moving toward her to follow up with a few more brutal combos. Her lips were bleeding and her hair stuck to her forhead by her sweat. She raised her arms up wearily, and had them ready just in time for the man's next barrage of attacks. Just as she had her arms up to intercept the next set of blows, she dropped them and stood straight up, as if letting the man hit her. Sure enough, he took the opportunity, taking more time to build up for a more powerfull blow, raising his arm high, and snapping it down on her face, just above her nose. Her head was thrown backward and to her right, and her whole body was jerked backward. Turned around 180 degrees, she shuffled her feet on the ground, hunched forward as she kept herself from falling to the floor again. Suddenly she hopped straight upward and turned around with a spring in her stance. "That's more like it!", she taunted at her opponent. The huge man had already been progressing toward her when she was recovering from the last blow, but she appeared more energetic than she had yet. He bagan with a heavy kick followed by two sudden straight punches, she dodged them quickly, but sloppily. Her dodge of the next set of attacks was twice as gracefull, and the encounter exponentially picked up in speed. The young woman had not attacked the serco yet, she was dodging his combos and almost seemed to start to dance as she even stepped over the aggressors kicks. At the point of most intensity of the fight, where the two looked only like a blur, the young woman appeared to spin and orbit around the serco while dodging his attacks. Suddenly she was behind him, suprised he turned began to turn around, The young woman had quickly spun her upper body a full 360 degrees, while one leg she was standing on seemed to stand still, her head snapped around to face her aggressor as the rest of her body followed behind in her spin, as her leg had been rising for a kick. she let out a piercingly high pitch squeal as her leg swung and dropped onto the top of the man's head with immeasurable speed, rendering a violent metalic thud. He looked like a ragdoll as his head slammed to the ground almost instantly, while his body seemed to trail behind by his neck. When the rest of his body hit the ground, he let out a painful grunt as he lay there motionless, struggling to move at all. Spouts of bloodflow began to show on all sides of the serco's head as if his skull had practically been shattered. There was total silence on in the bar as the onlookers watched the man die on the floor. The surrounding crowed closed in on the motionless man and hauled him away to the med lab.
I turned around in my seat slowly and shook my head, taking a sip of my drink. I was startled when the woman took the seat next to me and ordered a "Red Lady", a Serco ale notorious for knocking people out. I looked over to her. "was that really necessary?" "He probably deserved it." she replied. She took a drink of Red Lady and leaned aggressively close to me. "You're that Apex guy aren't you?" she yelled out. "Not here I'm not, keep it down please." I commanded. She shoved her hand in front of my face opening for a hand shake. "Atia Kazuya" she said. I took her hand. "That's not your real name is it." "not here" she replied and took another sip. I looked over to her. She had a soft face behind her broken lip and scraped skin. Her eyes were intensely blue earlier, by now a soft blue-green, An attribute usually specific to certain people in the Azimuth family. she had the black hair and pale skin to match as well. She was strikingly familiar. "Do I know you?" I asked her. "Maybe", she replied as she got out of her chair and began to walk out of the bar. I was compelled to get more information on this woman, so I followed her out of the bar.
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IA Combat Operations Leader
Personal Log: 02/10/4433
"Upbringing of a Killer -one of two-"
After joining the ranks of the Itani Defense Force I quickly proved my skills in combat. I was looked up to by many aspiring pilots, and took time to show a few of them how to fight. I would frequently disguise myself as a pirate and visit corvus stations to socialize with the rowdier crowd of the galaxy. There was much to learn about them, they lived wrecklessly, and many times followed a code of honor that I greatly respected. They also had really good drinks... Common Itani don't use intoxicating substances, but I took fancy to the social effects they had on me. Drinking games in space were one of the more entertaining of the effects. If being drunk under simulated gravity feels odd, I'd ask anyone to give Zero-G drunkness a try, then reassess what's "Tipsy". THEN try to fly a centurion through asteroid fields. I made good friends with some of these people, we had really good times in those rough corvus bars. One of these friends turned out to be a notorious pirate in Sedina. I hadn't been aware of that when I met him. I'd have never guessed he was a pirate upon first glance, he followed a code of honor and valor that's not seen even in the most admired of Itani leaders, yet he was a thief, robbing people of life, limb, and property for his self benefit. I dissregarded such, and judged him only on his character (and his outstanding piloting skills). I was a law abiding citizen of the Itani nation half of my time. The rest of my time I spent in grey space socializing and putting my piloting skills to use.
One evening (or day, whatever you can call it in space) I visisted a bar at a corvus station for a few drinks. The typical roughnecks were there, being rowdy and loud as usual. They would often get into semi-organized brawls, unarmed hand to hand combat where they would beat on eachother untill one of them falls to the floor, then the combatants would often stand up, laughing and yelling as they'd grab a drink and hug eachother. Fighting for them was a way to bond, Enemies became friends in these bars, Neutrals and Sercos would become buddies, even a few Itani would have serco pals, but only in the bars. In corvus space, all normal life was left outside the station dock. As I sat at the bar, exchanging small talk with the bartender and sipping a drink, I noticed a female voice behind me. She announced that she'd give one hundred thousand credits and a drink to the man that can take her down. She had a big, confident smile in her voice as she made the announcement to the bunch. I turned around in my barstool to observe what was happening. The woman was an average build, pale white skin, sleek black hair, and vaguely oriental, deep blue eyes, she looked very familiar. The bar had almost silenced by now. A tall, thick man stood up and said simply "accept", the man had to be Serco, his skin was grey and there were signs of cranial reinforcement in is forhead. "Perfect!" said the woman and a playfull voice. "Now here's the deal, the credit chip is in my back pocket, knock me out and you can take the chip and i'll buy you a drink with you when I wake. Don't show me any mercy, I won't show you any". The man gave out a half smile and said "you're sure about this?".
The woman interupted, "Spare me the arrogant chatter, metalhead, ready yourself."
The crowd formed a loose circle around the two. The woman grabbed a hard drink and slammed it down her throat. "What are you waiting for?" The woman exclaimed. The Serco half-smiled again and strided toward her, pulling his weight and his fist back for a strike. His arm snapped down on her hitting her upper right arm before she could block the attack. She had braced herself before being hit, but she was knocked to her left, causing her to lose balance and shudder disgracefully. Her hair in her face, she snarled at him. As she recovered her balance, the serco let out a loud "hah!" and the crowd around them seemed to giggle. He wiped the smile off of his face quickly and progressed toward the woman again, preparing to strike. He struck down on her with another snap, obviously thousands of pounds of pressure in the strike, the woman smoothly moved her arm out to meet with his harm and slow the strike down to a stop as it moved closer to her face. The serco responded almost instantly with strike from his other arm, again countered by the woman in the same fasion. I could see the confidence in her body language, but the Serco then almost immediately threw his left leg into her shins knocking her feet behind her, he followed up by hammering his fist into the back of her head, plummeting her face to the floor. His balance, power, and efficiency was incalculable. Simply the way the serco stood still emphasized pure, centered balance, he looked more stable than a large tree. The woman, face down on the floor, pounded her palm on the metalic floor in frustration. she was closer to me, and I could her her whisper "that's enough". As she quickly stood up, the man had already been moving toward her to follow up with a few more brutal combos. Her lips were bleeding and her hair stuck to her forhead by her sweat. She raised her arms up wearily, and had them ready just in time for the man's next barrage of attacks. Just as she had her arms up to intercept the next set of blows, she dropped them and stood straight up, as if letting the man hit her. Sure enough, he took the opportunity, taking more time to build up for a more powerfull blow, raising his arm high, and snapping it down on her face, just above her nose. Her head was thrown backward and to her right, and her whole body was jerked backward. Turned around 180 degrees, she shuffled her feet on the ground, hunched forward as she kept herself from falling to the floor again. Suddenly she hopped straight upward and turned around with a spring in her stance. "That's more like it!", she taunted at her opponent. The huge man had already been progressing toward her when she was recovering from the last blow, but she appeared more energetic than she had yet. He bagan with a heavy kick followed by two sudden straight punches, she dodged them quickly, but sloppily. Her dodge of the next set of attacks was twice as gracefull, and the encounter exponentially picked up in speed. The young woman had not attacked the serco yet, she was dodging his combos and almost seemed to start to dance as she even stepped over the aggressors kicks. At the point of most intensity of the fight, where the two looked only like a blur, the young woman appeared to spin and orbit around the serco while dodging his attacks. Suddenly she was behind him, suprised he turned began to turn around, The young woman had quickly spun her upper body a full 360 degrees, while one leg she was standing on seemed to stand still, her head snapped around to face her aggressor as the rest of her body followed behind in her spin, as her leg had been rising for a kick. she let out a piercingly high pitch squeal as her leg swung and dropped onto the top of the man's head with immeasurable speed, rendering a violent metalic thud. He looked like a ragdoll as his head slammed to the ground almost instantly, while his body seemed to trail behind by his neck. When the rest of his body hit the ground, he let out a painful grunt as he lay there motionless, struggling to move at all. Spouts of bloodflow began to show on all sides of the serco's head as if his skull had practically been shattered. There was total silence on in the bar as the onlookers watched the man die on the floor. The surrounding crowed closed in on the motionless man and hauled him away to the med lab.
I turned around in my seat slowly and shook my head, taking a sip of my drink. I was startled when the woman took the seat next to me and ordered a "Red Lady", a Serco ale notorious for knocking people out. I looked over to her. "was that really necessary?" "He probably deserved it." she replied. She took a drink of Red Lady and leaned aggressively close to me. "You're that Apex guy aren't you?" she yelled out. "Not here I'm not, keep it down please." I commanded. She shoved her hand in front of my face opening for a hand shake. "Atia Kazuya" she said. I took her hand. "That's not your real name is it." "not here" she replied and took another sip. I looked over to her. She had a soft face behind her broken lip and scraped skin. Her eyes were intensely blue earlier, by now a soft blue-green, An attribute usually specific to certain people in the Azimuth family. she had the black hair and pale skin to match as well. She was strikingly familiar. "Do I know you?" I asked her. "Maybe", she replied as she got out of her chair and began to walk out of the bar. I was compelled to get more information on this woman, so I followed her out of the bar.
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Man I hate women that play games like that... Nice story by the way. :D
YARR. More.
I want more information give me morrrreeeeeeeeee...
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Wowee. The literary equivalent of a cheap knockoff of a Jean Claude Van-Dam movie!
A very rare sight indeed!
A very rare sight indeed!