Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
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He awakes with a startle. Our hero has been plagued with prescient dreams of scorched fields and mountains of fallen drones of a force unknown. This is the day. Altairius Vaktovius rises from his sleep chamber and logs onto the Vakternet. The former Vaktovian champion winds back his right arm, and fiercely backhands an array of empty Vakdonalds bags, bottles, and boxes off his desk so that he may reach his Vakputer interface. His room is incredibly dark. A visitor would not be wrong to fear strange creatures, specimens unknown to the scientific community at large, lurking in the shaded corners of Altairius' lair. Perhaps luckily, the veteran does not receive many visitors nowadays. He dismisses such thoughts as his display lights his dim room, and a mutated bat tries unsuccessfully to flee through a closed exit port. The creature falls dead, as touching the door without sufficient permission was an instant demise, and adds its carcass to a graveyard of other such failed escapees. How do these animals live in this disgusting environment? Altairius does not contemplate this for long. He has more important matters to attend to.
Red lights illuminate our hero's dark study, revealing many things he would prefer to remain unseen. He hurries to turn the display's brightness down so that he does not have to reflect on his shame longer than he must. These days, Altairius Vaktovius has many shames. The sight of the dozens of dead fauna littering his room sends him into a sort of trance state. The former Vaktovian relives his failure once again, as he has done so many times since that fateful day. Altairius Vaktovius had once been a promising Vaktovian recruit, favored by many officers to be the future Emperor. He was skilled and respectful to his comrades. However, everything changed when he began training under Fourius Papius the first.
Altairius Vaktovius was leading his class at the Vaktovian Ascension program when he underwent the tutelage of Captain Fourius Papius. On one fateful day, Altairius was in a target practice simulation led by the captain, and felt a familiar situation. I really have to pee, thought Altairius. He looked around nervously. It is not a comfortable thing to urinate in front of his comrades, but it was a common practice and many became desensitized to such acts. Our hero felt around in his pack for a biological disposal water bottle, and his face became flushed when he realized he did not have one. Fourius had already begun his lecture on discipline during their target practice, so there was no way to speak up now. Altairius reached his hands down to his standard issue pants and unzipped as he had done so many times before, and urinated where he stood. While most Vaktovians had accepted the use of water bottles as proper disposal for biological waste, the act of relieving oneself so openly was still a cultural taboo.
Fourius had not quite noticed yet. He was still lecturing, "...and VACs, what do you do when you wish to speak while your squad is under fire?" They respond, "SAY PTS, SIR!" Fourius took a face of disgust. This was it, Altairius thought. "No, you fools!" He unholstered his officer pistol. The captain started from the far left. "YOU," he slays the first recruit in cold blood. "SAY," and the second. "PERMISSION," and the third. "TO," and the fourth. "SPEAK!" After the fifth, he had reached Altairius. Captain Papius looked the warrior up and down. A puddle of urine had formed in the grass, and the drone before him had water-stained uniform pants. "What the hell is this?" The captain inquires, "did you urinate without asking permission?" Altairius is frozen in fear. He not only gave an incorrect answer, which is punishable by death, but also passed biological waste without asking permission first. This was also a capital offense in Vaktovia. The captain glared at Altairius, and despite cybernetics disfiguring the majority of his face, Fourius held a grimace that could only be described as that of unadulterated disgust. He lowers his standard issue SMO officer pistol and moves on to the next recruit to the right of Altairius. The captain says without glancing at our hero, not forcing himself to look at this abomination more than he needs to, "consider this an example to become a better Vaktovian." He kills the sixth recruit in line and cold blood. And the seventh...
Altairius regained consciousness. Could he have been sleeping? He squints to see the time in his dungeon and sees that many hours have passed. He realizes this is a pointless venture, and goes back to browsing the Vaknet. Although he had retired from the Empire that day so long ago, and lost the benefits that his paw paw relied on for a cure for his Space Plague, he dreamt of returning to Vaktovia. He recalls the mantra of all of the other former Vaktovians that he once shared rank with, such as Gannex, Gargix Fedorius, and Squid Boy: Once a Vaktovian, always a Vaktovian. The fire inside Altairius' heart rages more fiercely than ever. He types an application proudly to VACApplications, and asks General Hades "Astrochemistry" Syndicate to accept him back in a dignified manner thusly:
General Hades, I am begging you, PLEASE let me back into VAC. I want to fight for Vaktovia and kill these [censored[ CSP [censored]. If they were the ones to claim the right of defeating Vaktovia, and I wasn't there to help, I don't know what I would do. I know I retired, but I am ready to take my StA off the wall and suit up for battle under the Vaktovian banner. PLEASE consider my dignified request to accept my application and to tell Fourpapa to unblacklist me.
He looks at the StA mounted above his mantle on two pegs, one supporting the stock and the other the barrel. "Forgive me for what I must do, master," he pleads to ISOLAYTOR in the heavens above, "but I must go all out just this once." |
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Ban1istJoin Date: 2008-09-16
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CourvizJoin Date: 2014-10-05
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
Post Count: 1168 |
*unsheathes Vaktovian blade, folded ten thousand times by the ############ mastersmiths of Nigeria V* You fool, you know not the wrath which you have unleashed. HIII-YAAAAH!!!!!! *slashes before you so quickly and from such distance that you feel nothing, then your body falls apart* You were easy, kid. *spits on your corpse* |
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zeejayymJoin Date: 2011-03-23
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this is perfect for the roleplay forum |
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Ive been lashed and slashed more than veteran cadet ROARY of the army corps, you think a mere slash can harm me?!?. My back is obsidian black and hard as iron, a mere look at me will make the compact sodium frame that makes your body shatter.
Now begone losr, i winnin |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
Post Count: 1168 |
Nice godmode fail rper |
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HVAXJoin Date: 2014-07-16
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:votekick InfaredSights |
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Royj1256Join Date: 2013-07-24
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*Mohxy Boy, upon hearing the news surrenders forever.* |
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:ban others
Haha, einz erday, u stopid loszrs dun kno bot mi secet powa |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
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:votekick InfaredSights |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
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Bump |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
Post Count: 1168 |
Update: I have not gotten a message back regarding my blacklist but I will keep trying comrades |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
Post Count: 1168 |
Still no message, I await eagerly to rejoin Vaktovia |
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He awakes with a startle. Our hero has been plagued with prescient dreams of scorched fields and mountains of fallen drones of a force unknown. This is the day. Altairius Vaktovius rises from his sleep chamber and logs onto the Vakternet. The former Vaktovian champion winds back his right arm, and fiercely backhands an array of empty Vakdonalds bags, bottles, and boxes off his desk so that he may reach his Vakputer interface. His room is incredibly dark. A visitor would not be wrong to fear strange creatures, specimens unknown to the scientific community at large, lurking in the shaded corners of Altairius' lair. Perhaps luckily, the veteran does not receive many visitors nowadays. He dismisses such thoughts as his display lights his dim room, and a mutated bat tries unsuccessfully to flee through a closed exit port. The creature falls dead, as touching the door without sufficient permission was an instant demise, and adds its carcass to a graveyard of other such failed escapees. How do these animals live in this disgusting environment? Altairius does not contemplate this for long. He has more important matters to attend to.
Red lights illuminate our hero's dark study, revealing many things he would prefer to remain unseen. He hurries to turn the display's brightness down so that he does not have to reflect on his shame longer than he must. These days, Altairius Vaktovius has many shames. The sight of the dozens of dead fauna littering his room sends him into a sort of trance state. The former Vaktovian relives his failure once again, as he has done so many times since that fateful day. Altairius Vaktovius had once been a promising Vaktovian recruit, favored by many officers to be the future Emperor. He was skilled and respectful to his comrades. However, everything changed when he began training under Fourius Papius the first.
Altairius Vaktovius was leading his class at the Vaktovian Ascension program when he underwent the tutelage of Captain Fourius Papius. On one fateful day, Altairius was in a target practice simulation led by the captain, and felt a familiar situation. I really have to pee, thought Altairius. He looked around nervously. It is not a comfortable thing to urinate in front of his comrades, but it was a common practice and many became desensitized to such acts. Our hero felt around in his pack for a biological disposal water bottle, and his face became flushed when he realized he did not have one. Fourius had already begun his lecture on discipline during their target practice, so there was no way to speak up now. Altairius reached his hands down to his standard issue pants and unzipped as he had done so many times before, and urinated where he stood. While most Vaktovians had accepted the use of water bottles as proper disposal for biological waste, the act of relieving oneself so openly was still a cultural taboo.
Fourius had not quite noticed yet. He was still lecturing, "...and VACs, what do you do when you wish to speak while your squad is under fire?" They respond, "SAY PTS, SIR!" Fourius took a face of disgust. This was it, Altairius thought. "No, you fools!" He unholstered his officer pistol. The captain started from the far left. "YOU," he slays the first recruit in cold blood. "SAY," and the second. "PERMISSION," and the third. "TO," and the fourth. "SPEAK!" After the fifth, he had reached Altairius. Captain Papius looked the warrior up and down. A puddle of urine had formed in the grass, and the drone before him had water-stained uniform pants. "What the hell is this?" The captain inquires, "did you urinate without asking permission?" Altairius is frozen in fear. He not only gave an incorrect answer, which is punishable by death, but also passed biological waste without asking permission first. This was also a capital offense in Vaktovia. The captain glared at Altairius, and despite cybernetics disfiguring the majority of his face, Fourius held a grimace that could only be described as that of unadulterated disgust. He lowers his standard issue SMO officer pistol and moves on to the next recruit to the right of Altairius. The captain says without glancing at our hero, not forcing himself to look at this abomination more than he needs to, "consider this an example to become a better Vaktovian." He kills the sixth recruit in line and cold blood. And the seventh...
Altairius regained consciousness. Could he have been sleeping? He squints to see the time in his dungeon and sees that many hours have passed. He realizes this is a pointless venture, and goes back to browsing the Vaknet. Although he had retired from the Empire that day so long ago, and lost the benefits that his paw paw relied on for a cure for his Space Plague, he dreamt of returning to Vaktovia. He recalls the mantra of all of the other former Vaktovians that he once shared rank with, such as Gannex, Gargix Fedorius, and Squid Boy: Once a Vaktovian, always a Vaktovian. The fire inside Altairius' heart rages more fiercely than ever. He types an application proudly to VACApplications, and asks General Hades "Astrochemistry" Syndicate to accept him back in a dignified manner thusly:
General Hades, I am begging you, PLEASE let me back into VAC. I want to fight for Vaktovia and kill these [censored[ CSP [censored]. If they were the ones to claim the right of defeating Vaktovia, and I wasn't there to help, I don't know what I would do. I know I retired, but I am ready to take my StA off the wall and suit up for battle under the Vaktovian banner. PLEASE consider my dignified request to accept my application and to tell Fourpapa to unblacklist me.
He looks at the StA mounted above his mantle on two pegs, one supporting the stock and the other the barrel. "Forgive me for what I must do, master," he pleads to ISOLAYTOR in the heavens above, "but I must go all out just this once." |
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
Post Count: 1168 |
I have returned. |
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....Beautiful.....
VAK shall rise again.
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Altair551Join Date: 2008-11-23
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Thank you, comrade. |
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