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Borb: Tht was great. I can''t wait till you write a sory about me :)
Hehe, that should be the next one which I will call: Baby Sitting Papa Smurf. ;p
Added to main.
LOL
thats bad man very bad it makes me look like a moron. and we both know i'm not a moron or a coward.
JB :(
thats bad man very bad it makes me look like a moron. and we both know i'm not a moron or a coward.
JB :(
Sssh! Jestatis! I might be IN this one again!
You already are as my financier. :P
Borb, I love this stuff, good job again. Have fun mining.
Great stuff Borb. Keep it up.
Broma-Ba Slick
Broma-Ba Slick
Glad you guys like it. I finished it all up for y'all and had a blast at both the TFGT mining trip and the EnB queen hunt. Great fun guys I hope we do it again some time.
nice borb, i like this one better.. i don't come off as too much of an idiot :)
nice work :)
Edit: btw it is very hard to command a group of 20-25 people. VO really isn't set up to do that. It reaquires alot of typing.
JB
nice work :)
Edit: btw it is very hard to command a group of 20-25 people. VO really isn't set up to do that. It reaquires alot of typing.
JB
Idot, Itani, same thing just differnt spelling. ;p
Glad you liked it. I do try to have nice endings. :D And I know what you mean about comanding tons of people, that is why skype is a must.
Glad you liked it. I do try to have nice endings. :D And I know what you mean about comanding tons of people, that is why skype is a must.
-New Entry-
BLAK has been doing many shows of power for a vary long time. Winning CtC for one nation or another, blowing some people who needed blowing up over and over again, locking down all of B 8 with a massive prom onslaught ect.
Yes we are good. Most of what we have done many people will never know, but alas that is the life of a pirate. Our latest stunt was fighting in the interest of our self's. We killed or helped kill every one of the cap ships that jumped in to B 8 for the large war. In one way or another, I'm sure the itani would love to know.
Grey space is ours, what right does any nation have to bring ships in with out paying the tax? It has gone on for much too long and today we stopped it. At least for now.
This is my first log I have recored, so soon after it happened. I want it to be here just in case I... Well I just what every one to see it.
Man, there is blood all over the cockpit. It's my blood, I can stick my fingers into the hole in my side and feel the little nanites trying to fix me up. I'm still so high on adrenaline I can't even feel the pain. It was a small stunt, just me holding back from T-porting out of my ship so I could put one more volley of rockets in to a capital ship. as my ship broke down around me shrapnel was slammed into my side ripping it open like rotten fruit.
And judging from the com chatter I was not the only one to have some thing like this happen.
We won but it was at a high price. I needed to get in to a medical bay, I am losing blood fast.
D 14 my home away... Well more or less my home.
"Computer power the ship down."
"I'm almost outta here, heh why do I talk so much to my self when I'm hurt?"
"I guess it's just cuz my voice is so soothing."
"Yeah that must be..."
"Borb power down the ship and step out slowly with your hands above your head!"
Some one is in the docking bay with a bull horn and a team of at least 5 men. Great, and it looks like one of them has surface to air plasma dev.
"You have 5 seconds before we open fire!"
I was outta rockets. My ship was unarmed.
"3!"
This can't be how it ends, I still have so much more to do.
"2!"
"Computer stop power down, start power up."
No one will take me alive, ever. Death with open arms I welcome thee.
BOOM!
Turn the ship around Borby gotta snap outta it, you still have 30% hull, it's only a flesh wound.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"They can't hit you this hard forever those guns have small batt, just don't lose your head. Keep calm, they are only trying to kill you."
BOOM! BOOM!
"This is bad, Borby your in deep this time."
"Computer turn sub-com on!"
"Sub-com on."
"Guy don't dock in D 14 there are..."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Borbs-Computer:~ Borb$ Computer shut down improperly.
Using reserve power to save data.
Data saved.
Next time use the shut down button.
Computer shutting down.
BLAK has been doing many shows of power for a vary long time. Winning CtC for one nation or another, blowing some people who needed blowing up over and over again, locking down all of B 8 with a massive prom onslaught ect.
Yes we are good. Most of what we have done many people will never know, but alas that is the life of a pirate. Our latest stunt was fighting in the interest of our self's. We killed or helped kill every one of the cap ships that jumped in to B 8 for the large war. In one way or another, I'm sure the itani would love to know.
Grey space is ours, what right does any nation have to bring ships in with out paying the tax? It has gone on for much too long and today we stopped it. At least for now.
This is my first log I have recored, so soon after it happened. I want it to be here just in case I... Well I just what every one to see it.
Man, there is blood all over the cockpit. It's my blood, I can stick my fingers into the hole in my side and feel the little nanites trying to fix me up. I'm still so high on adrenaline I can't even feel the pain. It was a small stunt, just me holding back from T-porting out of my ship so I could put one more volley of rockets in to a capital ship. as my ship broke down around me shrapnel was slammed into my side ripping it open like rotten fruit.
And judging from the com chatter I was not the only one to have some thing like this happen.
We won but it was at a high price. I needed to get in to a medical bay, I am losing blood fast.
D 14 my home away... Well more or less my home.
"Computer power the ship down."
"I'm almost outta here, heh why do I talk so much to my self when I'm hurt?"
"I guess it's just cuz my voice is so soothing."
"Yeah that must be..."
"Borb power down the ship and step out slowly with your hands above your head!"
Some one is in the docking bay with a bull horn and a team of at least 5 men. Great, and it looks like one of them has surface to air plasma dev.
"You have 5 seconds before we open fire!"
I was outta rockets. My ship was unarmed.
"3!"
This can't be how it ends, I still have so much more to do.
"2!"
"Computer stop power down, start power up."
No one will take me alive, ever. Death with open arms I welcome thee.
BOOM!
Turn the ship around Borby gotta snap outta it, you still have 30% hull, it's only a flesh wound.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"They can't hit you this hard forever those guns have small batt, just don't lose your head. Keep calm, they are only trying to kill you."
BOOM! BOOM!
"This is bad, Borby your in deep this time."
"Computer turn sub-com on!"
"Sub-com on."
"Guy don't dock in D 14 there are..."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Borbs-Computer:~ Borb$ Computer shut down improperly.
Using reserve power to save data.
Data saved.
Next time use the shut down button.
Computer shutting down.
Far from the action, LeberMac watched the comm channels. Unable to lead the Itani defense group today, he had been spending time analyzing the BLAK.HELL supervirus.
It was with mild concern that he noted the apparent demise of Borb II in Sedina D-14. Truthfully, he had been specifically tracking Borb's whereabouts in connection with the overall BLAK.HELL situation.
With a quick thought, LeberMac mentally ordered the [IA] Deep Blue Universal AC Supercomputer to force a sub-ether-net link to the drifting computer core in Borb's fast-disintegrating ship. The link was tenuous, but held well until the computer core lost power in another volley of plasma dev fire.
A second quarantined area of the [IA] supercomputer now held exactly 76% of the data that was in the ship. Analysis of it would have to be postponed- it was taking the majority of LeberMac's concentration to keep the BLAK.HELL virus from spreading to other systems, even WITH the hardlinks severed on the first quarantine system. Yes, the data from Borb's ship would have to wait.
It was with mild concern that he noted the apparent demise of Borb II in Sedina D-14. Truthfully, he had been specifically tracking Borb's whereabouts in connection with the overall BLAK.HELL situation.
With a quick thought, LeberMac mentally ordered the [IA] Deep Blue Universal AC Supercomputer to force a sub-ether-net link to the drifting computer core in Borb's fast-disintegrating ship. The link was tenuous, but held well until the computer core lost power in another volley of plasma dev fire.
A second quarantined area of the [IA] supercomputer now held exactly 76% of the data that was in the ship. Analysis of it would have to be postponed- it was taking the majority of LeberMac's concentration to keep the BLAK.HELL virus from spreading to other systems, even WITH the hardlinks severed on the first quarantine system. Yes, the data from Borb's ship would have to wait.
-New Entry-
In other news VPR is allegedly going to start more in-depth back ground checks on all new recruits in light of the Lahmi incident...
I laughed as I flicked the news recording off. I had recently gone public with my personal log I recored during my time as Lahmi and over night it became hugely popular, at this time it can can be seen on the following com net: http://vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/10780
I piloted my ship down to the docking bay of Sedina D 14 it was great to be back, and it seemed for some reason people we're more over joyed at the return of BLAK to have time for anger which work out fine with me. Less anger means more potential customers.
I stepped out of my ship and started walking to my pad. It was gonna be nice to sleep in my own bed for the first time in along time. As I turned the corner of the hall how ever I was greeted with with a hail of bullets slamming into my chest and sending me sprawling into the wall.
As I got back to my feet in a crouched position my left hand grabbed for my SMG and my right went for the small back up blaster over my right hip. Pointing my guns in the direction of the shots I looked around. No one was there.
I causally stood to my feet sticking the back up blaster back in it's holster. feeling my chest for broken bones, finding none, I made sure to make a note of the brand of vest I had on. They had just gotten a customer for life.
Security ran down the hall as I turned and holstered my gun back under the jacked.
"Any one hurt?"
"Heh same ol just like always."
"You BLAK guys are nuts, it's nice to have ya back."
"Good to be back, you know who it was?"
"No but we'll keep an eye out glad your ok."
"Me too."
I said winking as I unlocked my door and walked inside.
Chest shots, aiming for the center off mass, military, could have been trying to take me out after finding out I was back to pirating. Running off and not making sure the job was done, could have been a low level hit man from my many "friends".
I shrugged forgetting about it as I looked down at my message machine, LeberMac, Who, Me? Seta, Mecha, MD, Stukov, Alamar, Shape... I was never gonna get them all done.
As I was looking my messanger beeped, it was a female voice on the other end.
"I think I may have some thing for you." She said as I connected.
Yeah that was the other side of my new found fame every one wanted a pice of me, and some wanted to have my kids... Not that I mined to much.
"Yeah?" I said slyly.
Yeah it was good to be back.
-End of Entry-
In other news VPR is allegedly going to start more in-depth back ground checks on all new recruits in light of the Lahmi incident...
I laughed as I flicked the news recording off. I had recently gone public with my personal log I recored during my time as Lahmi and over night it became hugely popular, at this time it can can be seen on the following com net: http://vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/10780
I piloted my ship down to the docking bay of Sedina D 14 it was great to be back, and it seemed for some reason people we're more over joyed at the return of BLAK to have time for anger which work out fine with me. Less anger means more potential customers.
I stepped out of my ship and started walking to my pad. It was gonna be nice to sleep in my own bed for the first time in along time. As I turned the corner of the hall how ever I was greeted with with a hail of bullets slamming into my chest and sending me sprawling into the wall.
As I got back to my feet in a crouched position my left hand grabbed for my SMG and my right went for the small back up blaster over my right hip. Pointing my guns in the direction of the shots I looked around. No one was there.
I causally stood to my feet sticking the back up blaster back in it's holster. feeling my chest for broken bones, finding none, I made sure to make a note of the brand of vest I had on. They had just gotten a customer for life.
Security ran down the hall as I turned and holstered my gun back under the jacked.
"Any one hurt?"
"Heh same ol just like always."
"You BLAK guys are nuts, it's nice to have ya back."
"Good to be back, you know who it was?"
"No but we'll keep an eye out glad your ok."
"Me too."
I said winking as I unlocked my door and walked inside.
Chest shots, aiming for the center off mass, military, could have been trying to take me out after finding out I was back to pirating. Running off and not making sure the job was done, could have been a low level hit man from my many "friends".
I shrugged forgetting about it as I looked down at my message machine, LeberMac, Who, Me? Seta, Mecha, MD, Stukov, Alamar, Shape... I was never gonna get them all done.
As I was looking my messanger beeped, it was a female voice on the other end.
"I think I may have some thing for you." She said as I connected.
Yeah that was the other side of my new found fame every one wanted a pice of me, and some wanted to have my kids... Not that I mined to much.
"Yeah?" I said slyly.
Yeah it was good to be back.
-End of Entry-
Ohh noooes! Borblings!
Hehe, it would have to be some kind of woman, can't have my blood line tainted with weakness. Don't want none of my kids growing up to become IA memers cus they where too weak for BLAK. :P
(How quickly it degenerates RIGHT back into the swing of things... Hehe)
If it's all the same to you, we'd rather not pollute our gene pool with yer DNA. We'd get little bald deviants who forget who they are every 2 months.
If it's all the same to you, we'd rather not pollute our gene pool with yer DNA. We'd get little bald deviants who forget who they are every 2 months.
Ah ha! That made my day.
Borb the little bald deviant has a nice ring to it.
Borb the little bald deviant has a nice ring to it.
-New entry-
I sat back in my ship as the xith was unloaded. A piano solo was playing over my inship speakers, I loved to play piano music when I was thinking. And with the VPRs reaction to my new guild well I had been doing alot of thinking.
I cursed the VPRs for over complicating things, all would have been fine if they had kept it in our closed door negotiations, but no. One of them had to leak things to the TPG news. From then on news crews where all over any negotiations we had, and with them came many arm chair idealist telling the people how things needed to be done.
I hate the media.
In the end VPR said oops maybe it was a bad idea for us to leak. I was enraged. fortunately they made up for it by opening up the private negotiations they had denied me at first. Hopefully things will turn out all right.
I stepped outta my ship and took off my flight helmet waving at the dock master who was gushing praise for me.
"Your doing a great thing for our nation! This cargo you have saved will help our war effort greatly!"
"I know that's why I did it."
I said as I walked off to the bar. After spending hours in dau with the VPRs in massively covered negotiations that ended with Maso saying it was a mistake to go so public, I was vary exhausted.
As I walked up to the bar I saw Holdan, he like me had been doing massive amounts of work to keep out side wining CtC. In my absence to Dau he had picked up the slack and he had done a good job if I do say so my self.
As I got closer I could see all was not well. Holdan was talking with three other Itani, his jaw was clenched and I could see his fists where bunched up.
"Common Holdan let's hear you arr for us like that pirate bastard you got leading you."
"He is not a pirate." Holdan said in a near whisper.
"Yeah he's worse he's a Serco! Hes not eve..." I took two steps and griped the young Itani doing all the talking by the front of his shirt and lifted him above my head, feeling the pistons in my arm straining.
"Boy..." I said though gritted teeth taking satisfaction at the fear on his face. I lowered him to the ground and dragged him close to me so his face was mere inches from mine.
"I don't care what any of you think of me, but if I find out any of you have been harassing my boys, I'm coming after you." His eyes widened as I continued. "I'm gonna find you then, I'm going to eat your father before your eyes, then I'm going to rape your mother and when I'm done I'm gonna take my foot and kick her ugly face in. And then as she lays there with a hole in her face the size of Itan, I'm gonna turn around and beat you like and orun collector."
I finish by snarling and shoving him to the floor in disgust. Cool thing about the media is it can work two ways. While it has made people like him that thought I was a nasty pirate who was going to take over IA and use it as my own guild to over power BLAK after me and shape got in a fight over who could fly our cap ship. It also had made the Serco monsters which is what I wanted right now.
Lately there has been a guy named Dr. Lecter, he has a massive fan club in the Serco nation and he is certifiably nuts. Due to his personality the media has made him the face of the Serco nation. So as I looked down the the Itani I knew he had no idea wither or not I was joking.
"Get outta here!" I growled as he got up. I smiled to my self as him and his friends took off.
I turned around and faced Holdan raising an eyebrow as I did so. He smiled at me awkwardly, I had just done the thing he wanted to do but could not as it would had broken IA regs. One of the cool things about IA is the worst thing they could do was kick me out. And we all knew there was no way that was gonna happen. I smiled back at Holdan.
"You've done well with CtC I've heard."
He nodded.
"Well then let me buy you a drink." I said grinning widely.
He smiled back and we walked off to go drink down some vary bad Itani beer. It was then my com range. I Excused my self.
"What have you done with my chip?"
"Um this is Borb you need some thing?"
"Oh, I thought this was Smittens number."
"It is but he's doing only god knows what so I took it. What'chu need?"
"Oh I see, well this is Miharu. He was support to help me with decoding a chip."
"Hey your talking to the guy who may or may not have had some thing to do with BLAK.HELL tell me what you need maybe I can help."
I waved good bye to Holdan as I walked to my ship and she relayed her story. This job never ends...
-End of entry-
ooc: I know I need to clean this topic up allot... Maybe when I gat back from work.
I sat back in my ship as the xith was unloaded. A piano solo was playing over my inship speakers, I loved to play piano music when I was thinking. And with the VPRs reaction to my new guild well I had been doing alot of thinking.
I cursed the VPRs for over complicating things, all would have been fine if they had kept it in our closed door negotiations, but no. One of them had to leak things to the TPG news. From then on news crews where all over any negotiations we had, and with them came many arm chair idealist telling the people how things needed to be done.
I hate the media.
In the end VPR said oops maybe it was a bad idea for us to leak. I was enraged. fortunately they made up for it by opening up the private negotiations they had denied me at first. Hopefully things will turn out all right.
I stepped outta my ship and took off my flight helmet waving at the dock master who was gushing praise for me.
"Your doing a great thing for our nation! This cargo you have saved will help our war effort greatly!"
"I know that's why I did it."
I said as I walked off to the bar. After spending hours in dau with the VPRs in massively covered negotiations that ended with Maso saying it was a mistake to go so public, I was vary exhausted.
As I walked up to the bar I saw Holdan, he like me had been doing massive amounts of work to keep out side wining CtC. In my absence to Dau he had picked up the slack and he had done a good job if I do say so my self.
As I got closer I could see all was not well. Holdan was talking with three other Itani, his jaw was clenched and I could see his fists where bunched up.
"Common Holdan let's hear you arr for us like that pirate bastard you got leading you."
"He is not a pirate." Holdan said in a near whisper.
"Yeah he's worse he's a Serco! Hes not eve..." I took two steps and griped the young Itani doing all the talking by the front of his shirt and lifted him above my head, feeling the pistons in my arm straining.
"Boy..." I said though gritted teeth taking satisfaction at the fear on his face. I lowered him to the ground and dragged him close to me so his face was mere inches from mine.
"I don't care what any of you think of me, but if I find out any of you have been harassing my boys, I'm coming after you." His eyes widened as I continued. "I'm gonna find you then, I'm going to eat your father before your eyes, then I'm going to rape your mother and when I'm done I'm gonna take my foot and kick her ugly face in. And then as she lays there with a hole in her face the size of Itan, I'm gonna turn around and beat you like and orun collector."
I finish by snarling and shoving him to the floor in disgust. Cool thing about the media is it can work two ways. While it has made people like him that thought I was a nasty pirate who was going to take over IA and use it as my own guild to over power BLAK after me and shape got in a fight over who could fly our cap ship. It also had made the Serco monsters which is what I wanted right now.
Lately there has been a guy named Dr. Lecter, he has a massive fan club in the Serco nation and he is certifiably nuts. Due to his personality the media has made him the face of the Serco nation. So as I looked down the the Itani I knew he had no idea wither or not I was joking.
"Get outta here!" I growled as he got up. I smiled to my self as him and his friends took off.
I turned around and faced Holdan raising an eyebrow as I did so. He smiled at me awkwardly, I had just done the thing he wanted to do but could not as it would had broken IA regs. One of the cool things about IA is the worst thing they could do was kick me out. And we all knew there was no way that was gonna happen. I smiled back at Holdan.
"You've done well with CtC I've heard."
He nodded.
"Well then let me buy you a drink." I said grinning widely.
He smiled back and we walked off to go drink down some vary bad Itani beer. It was then my com range. I Excused my self.
"What have you done with my chip?"
"Um this is Borb you need some thing?"
"Oh, I thought this was Smittens number."
"It is but he's doing only god knows what so I took it. What'chu need?"
"Oh I see, well this is Miharu. He was support to help me with decoding a chip."
"Hey your talking to the guy who may or may not have had some thing to do with BLAK.HELL tell me what you need maybe I can help."
I waved good bye to Holdan as I walked to my ship and she relayed her story. This job never ends...
-End of entry-
ooc: I know I need to clean this topic up allot... Maybe when I gat back from work.
I didn't read all of it...the part about killing me and Kep's family, and the last two posts. But great job nonetheless.
A couple things: You took off with the idea so you don't have to change it, but I was picturing more Shape killing a wife and kids cause my parents have never been mentioned and because my bro is already dead :). Also you say "Holden" at some point in this last post...
A couple things: You took off with the idea so you don't have to change it, but I was picturing more Shape killing a wife and kids cause my parents have never been mentioned and because my bro is already dead :). Also you say "Holden" at some point in this last post...