Well... Here I am, so many time has passed... So many Ks... Let's start by the beginning ! I reallised that my whole life, before this one, could have been the origin of my current name... I wasn't thinking about all of this when I choose it, but, looks like,...
Hum ! Let's start ! It is my name, here is my life :
[size=small]P.I.M
I born in California Minor, and grow up with no special goals, living day after day... Quite precocious, I was sent after my studies in unexplored places, as a pioneer. This part of my life, before I went into space is not really impressive : I was a picturesque pack ice man, like the ones you see on postcards...
One day, I was doing my stuffs, repairing an antenna damaged by frost, when a message called me back at home (a metal igloo containing cultures and some houses). A prospector from the Powerfull Independent Mining guild had been sent on our planet to see if there were some interesting minerals here.
I was the one chosen to escort this Pedestrian Independent Miner. Escorting is a great word, I only had to tell her (yes, a girl, some isolated people are... basic, and she was the first working lady I've ever see) what were the dangers on the ice, and, the rest of the time, sit and look this Plodder Independent Miner work, in the case of she had an accident.
She had some, daily things for me, not for her, so I had no matters to help her each time. Getting really impressed, she told me I could be useful for her Prestigious Independent Mining Guild (as she said). Not really crazy about this, I stayed cool, but took my decision while we were coming back home : if THIS was my life, I'd better change quick !
The following months are blur in my memory. I only remember I made lots of things, like a perfectionist, to earn enough money to go in space. Finally, I grant a ticket to New London and, as I planned, leaved during the resupply at Freeport 4. There, I passed theoretical tests to enter IMG on, easily due to my experience with the IMG girl. I was going to be the Promissing Independent Miner, that was my goal, my first step...
Then, I carried on all the tests they could put in my way to evaluate and, maybe, unsuccessfully reject me. The evening, I was watching my results. A whole life isolated inside a half-sphere isn't the best way to develop human relationships, and my only contact with outer world was a 22'' computer screen, that I learned to use well. Consequence : pirating Freeport's datas was easy and locked Proofreaders files were just a little practicing. Polite, Pleasant, Proeficient, Painstaking, lots of words that meant only one thing for me : Independent Miner !
I was Peripatetic, doing anything, anywhere, anyhow to earn the Pittance of starting Independent Miners... After a few time, someone, remarked me and, thinking about my potential, decided to raise me. I was happy, not the others... The Prejudiced Independent Miners weren't agreeing with this Privileged one, and called him : the Pushy Independent Miner. Some of them learned about my past, and things changed, I was now called Popsicle.
This hurted me, if things had to get worse each time I would raise, would this stop ? Or would I become the new Sir Edmund Graves, initiator of mollies' hatred ?.. This apart, I was happy, new ship, new missions, new role in the guild, I was sent all over Sirius to do my job. In truth, no base could handle me a long time because of my fast raising.
One day, sent to Cardiff, next to Cambridge, me and my current patrol received a message from colleagues attacked by Corsairs nearby. My leader had only one sentence in private comm as an answer : they're lost, continue patrol. I couldn't help it; I answered that I spotted enemies and started running to the place the SOS came from. With my engines at full speed, I arrived quickly, enough to see 4 Corsairs against 1 starflyer left and 3 asteroid miners. I was knowing Corsair's strength, as well as I knew my chances of survivability, but I would let enough time to the miners to get out, no matter what !
Starting the attack, I saw all my wingmen around me, ready to get some fight...
Then, The Prodigy of Independent Mining was born... After we entered the fight, it was like if the Corsairs had lost their talent. No one could aim one of us more than 2 secs before having to quit to stay alive. Balance : 8 dead, 15 wounded, 7 ships down, and merchandise safe. Instead of punishing me for having put my wingmen's life in danger by ignoring orders, other Independent Miners were now calling me Pal.
Like if fighting was my true purpose in life, I became the Pitiless Independent Miner, no enemy fled away fights with me in one piece... When they successed at it. After a while, I was Practiced enough to enter an elite group : the Platoons of Independent Mining. My wingmen were all good fighters...heh... I will never forget them...
First, Williamson (pharmacist will). This Bretonian guy could have been nicknamed :the Philantopist Independent Miner. He was our Medic, saved my life few times and was as panicky as someone can be. Instead, in fight, he was a support god : with him behind you, you were unstoppable. Acting like a gun (to tell it his own way), he couldn't handle a one-to-one fight, but he rocked at covering (no one think about aiming the gun, or few, so, let me be your gun guys !).
Sigmundt (joker Sig), this Rheinland's freak killed people with his jokes... the Parrot Independent Miner was as protractor as able of annoying people in two words. Pert, he couldn't stand a fight without talking, and aimed any target who had misfortune of being in his sight (army studies showed that human brain can't integrate a stupid information and act at the same time... So, I always say banana chewing gum before hitting).
Maverick (maths Mave), he was the Punter Independent Miner. Tactician of our platoon, we always asked him, when we had time, to determine what to do. He was thinking in terms of probabilities, and attacked... Let's say... With a wall of shots. Portly and Pretentious were what people said about him, Prepaid was his main way of life (there are 83.54% chances of dying during a mission, each shot has 1/5413 to hit at 400 meters, this guy has 100% chances to die if I sit on him, and I'll do if he don't leave).
Oru Ishigawa (Oru), the Punk Independent Miner. Puny, quiet, intelligent, fast. No one could aim him, no one could see him when he was fighting. As Punctual as a clock, respected in the whole guild, this Kusarian was knowing the secret about how enlight the flame in people's heart (one word can say more than ten sentences if you use it right).
We were patrolling the Parkway of Independent Miners: Holman/Cardiff to protect as much territories as possible. Escorting was for others, and, apart some missions, that was all we were doing : keeping the way Passable, with our Patented Independent Mining equipment. This was Peerless, talking the whole day with members of the platoon, Pouncing in pirats like a curse, making some highly-risk missions some times... I was the Proud Independent Miner during this period of my life.
*Sight*... Life is so Predictable... Happiness can't stand a while... One day, things always stops to be the same.
We were sent in a mission at Omega 5, via a freshly-discovered Jump Hole, to see if there were any minable ressource around. We had been the Perfunctory Independent Miners this time. When we arrived in the system, lots of radar spot were around; but, after a few secs, nothing left... We thought that was due to the fact we were in an asteroid field, and the scanners had to adapt to the nature of asteroids...
Without letting any good next to the Jump Hole or sending any message at the base, we went deeper in the system. Something was definitely Peculiar about this : we had unknown spots on radar appearing and disappearing any time. If we had consult, we would have understand we had the same ones and then check them... But we continued our way.
After a few time, we saw a big asteroid, big enough to hold our future base (because there were enough water here to etablish a base and claim this area was ours), and approached it to scan it's size and mass. The asteroid was already claimed. A scan could have reveal it to us earlier, but we realized our mistake only when corsair ships went out of their base.
Used at quick fights against patrols, we striked first, and kept fighting even when all the spots we had saw became hostile ships running on us. I was the Panting Independent Miner, each move was harder than the previous one; There was just too many of them ! My engines exploded. I was Petrified, awaiting the death, in one sec, two sec,... Silence... No more shots in space. I saw two corsair fighters towing the wreck that used to be my ship into their base...
Will was Plaintive (I don't wanna die), Sig was Peevish (grumph !), Mave was Peeved (I had told you we were lucky since now !), Oru was Perishing (...), I was the Peaky Independent Miner. We were all alive, we were all prisoners of the Corsairs, in Cadiz, their well-known base, finally located by us...
We knew their way of thinking : If IMG agreed with their requests, we would be free in no time. A corsair, the one who interrogated us previously arrived. We were all Pale, due to our treatment; he told us we were dead, my friends became Pallid, me too I guess... We, the strongest team of the IMG were just abandoned by ours... We were fears before, now, we were the Powerless... Poor... Piffling... Piteous Independent Miners...
Our guards let us a big meal and leaved us alone for a while... of course ! I had things to tell the others, I opened my mouth, almost crying...
Oru : -Shut up and eat! (We're not toasted yet ! I'm thinking about a way to get out of here ! let me think quietly ! We will need our whole strength this time !)
4 words and we were all revived ! The Potty Independent Miners were back ! Will checked the food, and put soporifics food out of the plates; Sig thought about what he would tell to Corsairs to disappoint them before fighting, smiling in advance about it; Mave thought, concentrated; Oru smiled, we were saved ! Me, I was doing my flexibility exercises.
The main plan : food was poisoned, we ate it and laid on the ground. Corsairs would see us, open the gate to bring us to a sas... Perfect ! We took their weapons. This Plucky Sig wanted us to kill anybody around, Oru told him to shut up (we're no match for them, let's leave this place !), we started run to a safer place and arrived to... the engines room.
We were not in Cadiz anymore, but in a battleship, moving far away from the place we came from, maybe... Mave explained his new plan, we implemented it. Kill any engineer(silence was the main word), then, initiate self-destruct (turning all button until computers get crazy), and flee by the docking bays. Oru stayed in place, as a Patronizing Independent Miner :
go ! (they can inverse the process, run ! I cover this place ! It's been an honor to know all of you... Good luck boys !)
-I stay with you ! answered Will.
We ran away, and, thanks to an emergency ship's plan, arrived to a docking bay. Lots of Corsairs were guarding it, no chance to reach a ship remaining unseen. Before I could ever think, what I was fearing happened :
Hey, anybody ! Come ! They're here !
Talking loudly from the other side of the bay, Sig locked his weapon, hided in a corner, and awaited the first one...
*PAW* See ? We are here ! Come and get us ! If you can ! *PAWPAW* A little question, are you sure you can ?! *PAW*...
No time to think, me and Mave ran to the nearest ships, entered inside, unmoored them and leaved the battleship in no time, while Oru, Will and Sig were fighting for our lifes. After a few metters, I heard Mave's voice in comm :
45 fighters... 1/45 chance to take the one Packed in... I DO love my luck, hehe...
I would have liked to help him, push him away from this place, but there were thousands of turret's shots around me, I couldn't. The Pained Independent Miner hited the thruster and had just the time to see his last friend alive explode before a huge light cut the Battleship in two pieces, and the same for his own ship...
Still alive... Lucky... Persistent Independent Miner... Fool. What a Paltry Independent Miner you are in truth ! Letting your wingmen, your friends get killed for your safety ! Hey ! Safety ! You're talking alone, in an unknown hostile system, with a screw as a ship, a survival system almost down, and ships looking at you suspiciously...Ships... ZONER ships !
While Zoners were tracting me to one of their Dromedary, I gave a thought for 4 Praiseworthy Independent Miners. Safe flight guys, good luck to you... I fell asleep for 1 month...
When I woke up, I was in a hospital, on a planet. After a few questions, I had plenty of hits to acknowledge :
-I was in Gran Canaria, ZONER's planet in some system named : Omega 49.
-I had been found in Omega 47, by Zoners attracted by a huge explosion (the battleship).
-There were no survivor except me.
-The whole system was GUARDED by Corsairs, AT THE REQUEST OF ZONERS.
Totally lost, Penniless, I thought about contact my guild... That abandoned me earlier... The Poor Independent Miner became a Pathetic Panhandler. For months, I was sitting in the street, asking for money everywhere. I had nothing left, no friends, no guild, no home,... Only the space I would never reach again. As paradoxical as it looks, it's a Corsair who got me out of this situation, by kicking my butt away of the bar she used to enter...
I never knew her name. I was looking for a meal with the money I had harvest during the day, she entered the bar, saw me, took me by the neck and throw me out of the bar. Then, she pulled her gun on my head, telling I would be a less junk in the world. I awaited her shot, grateful... It never came... She offered me a meal, I explained her anything I had in my heart, she did the same...
Corsairs' life wasn't that easy after all... Survivors of the Hispania, they were lacking anything. There was a disease on their home world, a famine too, their ARMY had a hard time to push Red hessians away...
I realized that they could have some use for someone like me, when I remembered the face of my four friends... No ! I could work for them, now that I know what they really are, but I couldn't BE one of them ! I'll never let someone sacrifice himself for me anymore !
The way of thinking of Zoners started to suits me : Work for anybody to get what I need, but stay FREE to their rules, and attachments. I worked harder than ever, negotiated my money in banks to get more, did any job to get this money. Then, I went back in space, became a mercenary and continued working... Alone. Tired of being alone, I looked around me where I could use to go. No place to make friends without belonging to an organization, with it's own rules and restrictions. No place ? One suited me.
I was back at Gran Canaria, my new Home, when I saw an advertise :
Being a mercenary has its good and bad points. You get to travel the galaxy in your own terms. You are not ordered around. No one bothers you about your business.
Being a mercenary has its bad aspects too.... primarily, you are by yourself.
Jupiter Guild was formed in 812 AS to bring these mercs under the same umbrella. Jupiter Guild strives to stay as much neutral as possible as this provides the guild more flexibility in acquiring contracts and doing odd jobs all over Sirius !
Jupiter Guild also sits on the council of Zoners.
I had no care about the council of Zoners, but the remaining of the advertise pleased me. I went to the employment office, submitted my application and, at the moment of writing my name, stopped...
I had changed, no past, no future, I wouldn't forget who I was; but I wasn't him anymore...
I wrote without even thinking of what I was doing. When I recovered my mind, there were three letters in the paper P.I.M. I signed Pim and gave the paper back at the hostess. I was now Mr Pim...
[\JG/] Pim !
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
//This story can be read alone, or be linked with John Smith's one (A life dealer).
... Whoa ! So many time since I wrote here ! Well, , life continued in JG, day after day, escorts, bounties,... I definitly love merc way of life !
Hmm, The reason I update this self-biography... I think I finally found a new friend... I mean, I have JG's partners, but... A true friend, like my ol' IMG's... Let's start by the beginning *Dang ! I always do like that : starting nowhere and jumping to the end !*
I've been hired by a LSF officer , he described himself as a liberty spy, or something like that... He told me there were lots of money to do, for a job... Complicated. I don't really like that : a unprecised job from a shadow (he didn't even told me his name !)...
Well, heading Manhattan, with a bad feeling and a meetpoint in a remote bar... Let's at least see if he's serious...
As usual, these paranoid Navies confiscated my mines and ammos, while landing on Manhattan. Like if I was a patented terrorist ! I really hope this is a job... I hate paperwork, mostly when I'm its target.
In the bar, I met this guy, alone, unarmed, on the furthest table... He saw too many movies... *sigh*
So, you're the man... Mr Pim... Pim who ?
-Pim. And... I see you're real... I'd like to know : what's this deal ; why me ; And why here ?
-Why here is obvious, take a seat please, It's a discrete place... Why you ? I've heard of you. You were in IMG elite fighter wing, had a brilliant carreer and, in you wing, you was the specialist of ground operations...
*I took one of my CLM and aimed at him under the table*
Quiet please... I'm not your enemy. And you were warned : I'm in LSF's intelligence service... Now, let's talk about the... Deal .
-*You'd better be convincing guy* Ok, I'll listen to you... said I smiling
Take that he gave me a post-it, with a network address and 3 codes written on it Here, you'll find the name of some causualties I'd like to erase ... the money you'll earn is there too, one head, one payment... And, please, be discrete... This isn't an official operation, some of my colleagues wouldn't appreciate if they heard of... us .
*he was gonna leave when I aimed at him and asked to stay a bit longer with my cannon, nobody even looked at us... Strange place, if they are used to things like that*
Sorry but, No... Not without more infos... I could do that, but, if I get caught, my whole guild could be charged of assassination. And I have no garantee...
-*he opened eyes like bases* Assassination ?! Of course not ! I'm LSF ! Not one of those ! *showing the post-it*... Consider this as... A bounty. But you told an interesting thing... *He took another post-it, wrote a number and gave it to me* Here ! If someone bother you, tell him to call that number, and to ask for officer Davis ...
-Your true name ?
-you really wanna know ?.. I'll try to cover your back as much as I can. But, I'm not that high in hierarchy, so, try not to use that joker too much, ok ?
-I'll take a look to your files... Sounds like a deal. How do I contact you, for payment ?
-I'll pay when death or disappearance of one of them will be confirmed. If you really need to contact me, call that number, but don't expect too much...
We separated. He used back door while I was going to the landing park. Then, at a Motel (whose park places where too small for a combat space fighter) I looked at this document (after 3 secured links) : lots of names, files, pictures and prices about 10 people, all involved in a kind of mafia, that gained much more influence lately than during 20 last years.
They eliminated all competitor on Manhattan, and gained police's immunity in exchange of money, and the one who killed all competitors *wait ! ONE guy ! Ouch ! Hopefully, he's in jail now*. These guys are only part of a wing of this mafia, but they're the only ones LSF can aim without any risk of counter-attack from the mafia. *Ok ! Lots of money, some risks, low help to expect... What Am I waiting for ?! Let's begin !*
Well, I finally got my list's second target. They have some bodyguards, but not enough to match ME ! The hardest part is to wait for them going in a remote place, so I won't be bothered by LPI while working (guns are quite noisy).
But I'm worried : It's my second down, and I have already 5 payments, plus, I checked, they are right... Looks like someone else is making the same job than me, but not for the same hirer... *Ok, who's still alive...not you (the best for the end)... Next !
Hmmm... Highly protected, I may have hard time... Ok, I'll try there, a building nobody cares with a celebration nobody (or almost) cares... Remote enough for me. I'll try to get him while he'll climb the stairs...*
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
Only one day ! Well, so many things happened there, I think I'll have to describe it all, if I want this biography to be structured...
So ! I went to the place I chose, the day this guy had to come, a few hours before his supposed arrival... I found a place, next to the building, close enough not to miss him, far enough, so, guards won't mind a over-armed guy standing here before it'll be too late. My ship was close enough to reach him, even under heavy fire, but far enough not to be seen from here... *It looks good ! All guns locked and loaded, ship close, not minded by the bodyguards who already arrived to secure the area... Anytihng will be fine, only need a good timing !*
Then, a light spot hited my eyes. Quickly, but I saw where it did come from, and I was aware of what it was. *Dang ! Sniper ! If he's a bodyguard, I can forget about my plan unless I neutralise him ! I would be shot down in one sec ! Let's check ! I just hope this ******* won't come too early*
I started run to the building the light came from. Of course, bodyguards saw me and started talk to their headset. But no problem, I had a new plan : neutralise the sniper, then, take his gun and kill my target. I just still hoped he wouldn't show himself too early.
I ran as fast as I could, and took the elevator to save my breath. On top, I saw what I wasn't expecting for : there was a sniper, but a bodyguard was aiming at him... And, I had no binoculars, but the man climbing the stairs couldn't be anyone else than my target himself...
I was too late to aim at him myself, only one possibility : I sneaked close to the bodyguard, took one of my one hand and... One shot, one dead. Let's hope the sniper was actually on my side...
shoot him ! Now !
One shot, too far to see well, but the body fell down to the stairs, and the guy who had the penetrator was a professional : all his body claimed that. He couldn't have missed his shot. While he was unmonting his gun, I thought : *The penetrator is silent, not my gun, moreover, the guy get shoted at : bodyguards will come in a sec... I don't know if this guy had an escape plan, but I think it's flooded since he has been discovered, and I owe him one*
Follow me no time to explain, if he was what I thought he was, he would understand.
Taking my two one hand , I opened the way. *They'll wait for us at elevator... Let's surprise them*
we took the elevator, but I choose 1st floor instead of ground floor... While the elevator was moving, I was improving my plan. When we stopped, they should all have waited for us, and it took time since they realise we where one floor above them. They reacted late, all started run to the stairs, where I was waiting...
The door acted as a funnel, and, two loaders later, way was clear. The guy followed me, not saying a word, looking at what I was doing. His only reaction was to raise an eyebrow after the slaughter I made, looking impressed (I was quite proud of myself).
Then, we went out the building, I still leaded the way to my ship when someone called on us : a cop.
Hey ! You two ! Stop at once !
-Do not disturb us ! We're chasing the gunner !
We came closer to the cop, hands up, I was in a total improvisation... I still wonder how I made it.
Stop ! You say you know who did this ?!
-Yes, an ex-Rheinland Military called Gunter Simons, speciality : night snipe ! We're Jupiter Guild mercs, hired to find and get him back, dead or alive !
-This is now a restricted place ! Mercs ! Leave at once, police will handle this !
Then, my mysterious friend started to talk, for the first time since I met him...
We know Simons, we can help you... I think I know where he is...
-Oh yeah ? Where ?
-we where just behind him, he killed many people inside, did anybody goes out the building before us ?
-no, I was here since I called reinforcements, after the shot. Nobody used this door, except you, and some people entering...
-I know, they were bodyguards and tried to stop him... If he's not out, so, he's in... Let me explain, that's his classic way of doing assassinations : he don't stay in the place he shoted from, but he stay in the same building, hidded somewhere and waiting for police to have finished its work... Then, he leave, safe and sound.
I understood the plan of my friend but he was starting to think too much to remain natural ; so, I speaked.
OK ! We'll let you do your job now. Just secure the area before looking for him in the building. Be aware, he is worthy ! Keep an eye on each others !
-Wait, how can I be sure YOU are not him ?
-call that number ! We are mandated by officer Davis. He'll confirm all I said.
We still head to my ship, as fast as we could, trying not to run, but, with police sirens around us, it was hard. We had tricked one policeman, many would be more complicated. We finally reached my fighter and landed off. Then, while flying away the area, we could finally talk to each other...
HOOOOooooooo ! That was close ! Nice shot guy ! *breathing*
-Thanks (he was cold as ice), but, tell me : who're you ? And why did you helped me ?
-Pim, nice to meet you, Mr ?
-Call me Smith, John Smith, Pim...
-*cutting him* Pim. Mr Pim, no first name. So, about why I did help you... Why did you shot that guy ?
-Personal reasons... You too I guess... So, trying to forget your past too... Mr Pim ?
-Personal. *I revived a pain I had almost forgot, in my heart. Of course not ! I'm not trying to forget my past ! What does he believe, this...*
-Are you trying to be forgotten by your past ? Like me ?
-Hmm, sounds better like that... Yeah, that's it... But, like you ? Had this guy something to....
-*cutting me* yes. That's all you need to know...
Long silence, Me, concentrated on piloting, he... Well... Not talking. Then, I broke the silence.
I'd like to know, for the records, do you know anybody called Simons Gunter ?'Cause, the details you gave on his escape plan...
-*he looked quicly at me, surprised* No, it was mine...
-nice plan ! I wouldn't have thought of it by myself ! Congrats !
-Thanks, but your 10 sec-planned trap for the remained bodyguards was fine too...
-Thanks alot ! So ! Where do I drop you ?
He gave me coordinates, and confirmed my thought it wasn't it's true hidding place. Before leaving, I let him my comm number, so, he could contact me in case of need... Wait a sec ! I forgot to ask him his own one !
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
Compact Ligh Machinegun "One hand" : the name says lots about it. The shape is particular (and quite known). It's a gun, with vertical long (50 ammo) loaders, situated before the trigger.
Tacticall gun "cleaner" : a kind of shotgun, with a horizontal loader, containing 5 rockets... ("cleaner") The MkII is supposed to be for military use only, and has an automatic mode.
Sniper rifle "penetrator" : A silent and compact rifle, it's an energy and reliable gun.
"Needler" and "pistol" : Cf SP campaign, they are the most spread weapons in Sirius sector. energy and reliable guns, the gunner is usually down before his gun does...
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
Later, I contacted Davis to know if he successfully tricked police. He did, but he had also harvested lots of clues thanks to that call, and it took me ? hour to convince him my partner was a JG I had confidence with and who shared the money with me...
I was of course lying, telling him it was a professionnal assassin wouldn't have been a good idea... Moreover, I thought I would never meet John anymore... I though this until my comm ringed, 10 minuts later...
Pim ?..
-... ... JOHN ! IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME ! HOW ARE YOU GOING? MATE !?
-... Well... I'm fine. I took care of some of our common friends... Lots of noise, just as you like...
-You mean ? The bomb that is currently at infos channels ?
-Yes. I think I'll need your help... Soon... I'll contact you, please, stay around...
*So, the bomb was him... Heh ! Order ! A compagny making software for the Navy usually do softwares for anybody... Let's warn Davis...*
Intelligence service...
-I'd like to talk to officer Davis please...
-Wait a moment, I'm redirecting you...
-Thank you !
...
*cough* Officer Davis here.
-Pim again... Sorry to call you back, but... I'd like to be paid...
-Paid ? You already did ! Why would I pay you more than agreed ?
-I could menace to tell anything to your bosses, but I would probably get shot down before... Right ? No, kidding, more targets have been cleaned by my colleague ... The bomb...
-You're quick ! Ok, I'll try to calm invistigators down, and pay when corpses will be identified...
-Ok, and, about invistigators, just let them do... They're looking for the Order, as far as I know, It's not the story of a bomb which could destroy the whole Order...
-You have no idea of what can be done with such a so insignificant story... Well, I'll cut comm, good luck for... The last one !
*The last one heh ? Ok, let's see what I can get about him on the net... I don't think John is gonna aim at someone else... Let's be prepared for when he'll call me back...*
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
I had collected some old papers , showing salary of guards (around 100), expenditurs for armoring wall, buy guns and Bore toilets (huh ?), and other stuffs... This house was a fortified place, even the Liberty Navy could have hard time to invade... Then, John Smith called back :
Pim ?
-Hi John.
-I got a last thing to do, you're in ?
-*Sooo, you wanna play the ghost guy ? Let's play... My rules, hehe* Sector G87, a building called Arcade temple , go 18th floor, west side, and look by the window, You'll see me here...
*comm closed*
It was a little joke, I could tell him to come to my Motel, but asking to go the building next to it was too tainting... I realised I hadn't give him a time, so, I kept looking for infos about the area before he arrived...
A few time later, (more than I expected), John Finally showed himself. He had saw my ship on parking places, (it took 2) and arrived in a flash. I welcomed him as if I already knew anything about anything... Just for kidding...
Hi John, nice to see you ! Please, make yourself home... So, right to the stuff, ok ? You want me to help you attack a remote building, like a fortress, with a whole garrison of bodyguards, right ?
-Hum... You're well informed... Yes, that's my plan... You attack in front, I sneak, kill our friend and we go out...
-What are we waiting for ?!
-... Well... If you agree with it, OK, I'll leave for a few time to set up the plan...
He was gonna leave, (probably to recover his mind) when my comm ringed... I took it on after apology to John.
Pim : Mr Davis ! How are you going ?
Davis : -Not really well... I must tell you *he mopped the sweat on his forehead*: The job is cancelled...
Pim : -What *the hell* happened *to you* ?
Davis : -I don't know... A senior officer came to talk to me, and he asked me to stop my activities overstepping my normal work I think he...
Pim -*cutting him* told you to stop killing these guys, because they have a kind of contract with them, and their commercial partners are starting to be pissed off, right ? *siiight, military hierarchy, In JG? It's more simple*
Davis : -I cannot charge my hierarchy without a clue but...
Pim : -it's a no ! *take that, pal !*
Davis : -What ? A no to...
Pim : -I won't stop... You can stop paying me, but I now have a friend counting on me to help him kill that guy... Just tell your sillior you ordered me not to do it, but I Disobeyed...
Davis : -You'll be charged of assassination, if you do ! And chase in the whole Sirius ! I don...
John : -Let me ask you a question : How could LIBERTY Security Force chase an INDEPENDANT mercenary in the WHOLE Sirius ? Including Border Worlds...
Davis : -You... YOU ! Pim ! Do you only KNOW who is you FRIEND !?
Pim, to John : -How do you know he is LSF ?
John : -his uniform... I killed some of them... Before...
Davis : -YOU CONFESS ! Pim, tell me a price and kill that... NOW ! Or I'm sending a Navy Oper...
Pim : -My turn to ask you something : How could you possibly sent someone to arrest a guy, you have spoted next to someone you're not supposed to know ? *BAM, take that again !*
Davis : -I.... I... I just wan...
John : -Why do you wanted a merc to kill these guys ? LSF has enough troops to do it itself, RIGHT ?
Davis : -You... You don'...
Pim : -How comes you recognized him at sight ? You know him ? *Another one ?*
Davis : -I...
John : -Tell, me, you know both of us... Do you really think it's a good idea to sent us troops ?
Pim : -Let him do... It'll be a warm before REAL hard time...
Davis : -I ORDER YOU TO...
John : -AND I ADVISES YOU TO CLOSE THAT COMM BEFORE YOU GET HURT ! WE WILL DO WHAT YOU WANTED TO BE DONE !*ouch ! Nota : never annoy that guy...*
Pim : -So, try to find a way to get out that mess BY YOURSELF... Clear enough ? *I think correct word is : knockout...*
*comm closing*
John : Sooo you worked for LSF ? And, what about the... my Friend ?
-I worked for him...and, yes : my friend ... So, he knew you ?
-I'm quite famous down here... Let me explain...
he told me my whole story, A kid, raised to kill, killing his whole life, and betrayed (just like me) And why he was back to his killer mode (his own words)... I returned him the favor My glorious past as an IMG, my own misfortune, and the way I came back to real life...
John : -Your story is not worse than mine...
-Yeah... Oh ! And, before our friendship continues... I belong to Jupiter Guild, I'm not independant... It was a big bluff...
It was late, when he left... We never heard of Davis since this. The next days, we prepared our plan to get the last target... I'm still confident in my skills, and equipment. The house is in a remote area, inside a natural green area of Manhattan, to renew the air on the city-planet. We had low risks to get disturbed by anybody else than the garrison, because the plan included to lock area's basic comms with a device John bought... Hyper and infra signals could go throught, so detectors and scanners wouldn't be affected, And my own device, using Infrasignals, wouldn't let me down in the middle of the fight; especially when I was gonna need it (sure thing, and good way to test into in real situation).
OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
Hurk hurk hurk...
[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)
