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DystopiaBooted feet walked slowly through the chaos, stepping gingerly over the shards of broken glass and twisted metal. Dark green eyes surveyed the destruction of the apartment gravely and then the man turned back about and gestured the rest in.Dystopia
He watched as the team entered and then nodded to them, "Get this room cleared. Make sure to check for explosives. Recover anything you can. We're leaving nothing behind."
Uniformed men saluted, "Yes, Mr. Maiavel."
Kathar Maiavel, owner of the once power globe spanning Maiavel United Enterprises, merely sighed and turned about, moving towards his bedroom. This had bee
by ~Tagert
Eve OnlineKathar Maiavel sat behind his large desk, inside his huge office, inside his massive space station. Behind him was a thick window, made of the strongest of transparent materials, with an amazing view of the Gallente home world and the cluttered space around it. It wasn't a cheap view, with orbital rights for space stations costing well into the billions of ISK, but for Maiavel United Enterprises, parent company of dozens of universal franchises and businesses, it was mere pocket change.Eve Online
For now, however, as he tapped impatiently at a display console in front of him, the view held no attraction. For once his com system was quiet;
by ~Tagert
AscendantThe massive gates of the fortress shuddered under the latest impact from the ram. Centuries of accumulated dust puffs out from minute cracks within the wood. Splinters shower to the floor, but the door holds. A few moments later, another bang resounds throughout the courtyard and the wood splinters more.Ascendant
“They’re never going to get through if they don’t keep a steady rhythm.” Marqhen noted critically, while whetting out a chink in his massive broadsword.
Nahqwel nodded in response, absently reaching up to brush a chip of wood from his shoulder. “Then let us hope they never do.” The
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Slightly AmusingMark turned the wheel to the left and then back to avoid a pothole in the road, foot still pressed solidly against the accelerator. Eyes scanning the road ahead, he risked a quick look down at his watch. Time was running out, and he still hadn't completed his mission.Slightly Amusing
With a muttered curse, he eased off the accelerator, pushed in the clutch, and put the jeep into a higher gear as he hurtled down at incline. He had to go destroy the enemy artillery, to neuter their commander's ability to rain shells upon his forces heads. That journey was proving surprisingly difficult.
He glanced at the rear view mirror, making sure
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