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Kicking the tires
Borb Sarken looked up at his Prom and smiled remembering the "good ol days" as they say. He looked at his reflection in the highly polished armor of the flag ship of his nation, his face had grown older in the years since he'd docked on this small black water planet and settled down. Much older.
The nightmares still remained the same innocent faces he'd never intended to destroy dancing before him, taunting him. Memories that would not be abated. He'd sworn no to fly until the day came that it didn't bring sorrow to his life.
"Babe?"
The small word interrupted him from his thoughts. He turned to face and exotically tanned goddess with dark brown eyes and blak hair. Her well toned legs rippling as she walked towards him. She was the woman he called his wife, the only force he'd known that could tame his strong willed spirt.
"Yeah what's up?"
He said setting the bottle of vodka he'd been consuming down on the main turret of his ship.
"What are you doing out here? I was worried you'd gotten drunk and lost again."
Laughing he said:
"No dear, I'm just out here reliving memories. War past fought and all that, you know what I mean."
"Babe... Are you ok?
He looked at the woman he loved sorrow in his face for the animal he was, wishing he could be the hero she so deserved.
"I'm fine, I'll meet you back up at the house. I just need a moment."
"Ok." She paused as she turned from him, the indecision apparent on her face. He smiled at her hoping it would dispel her worry as she walked away.
Once again looking back at his reflection he wondered how he'd gotten so old in such a short time. It had only been a few years since he was an infamous assassin with BLAK a pirate guild that defied all other guilds. Each permeant crease in his furrowed brow stood back at him betraying his felt age.
"This is bullshit." He muttered, noting how young he yet still was in comparison to how old his body seemed. The toll of so many taken lives so clearly shown in his haunted eyes, if only he had stopped years ago...
No, he did what he had to do, for his nation for his guild... For humanity. Humanity... Those bastards They couldn't understand, yes they needed people like him to take out the trash. But they could never understand what that need did to those who answered the call. The cost stared back at him hollow and uncaring from the reflection in his once proud war ship.
"Sarken!"
The voice called from behind him cold and uncaring of the emotions rolling with in the man who was intently staring at his ship.
"Sarken, you mother fucker you have a lot to answer for!"
Slowly Borb turned to face the man calling his name. Standing before him were three lightly armed mercenaries. Borb had dealt with many like those after he'd left the public spot like though it had been a long time. He figured these three to be some kind of bounty hunters looking to score big with the price on his head.
"I'm sorry who? Are you talking to me? My name is John."
"Mr. Smith, we know all about you and your past. We also know that this ship belongs to a Borb Sarken, long wanted for crimes against every nation in this galaxy. You been a busy boy but you couldn't hide forever."
The man that appeared to be the leader of the group stepped forward boldly with in reach of Borb obviously thinking him self to have the upper hand.
"Who? What? I'm ssssorry, I'msh drunk and just looking at all the nice ssssshhhhips in this yard, I wantssshhhh to be a pilot one day..." Borb said slowly, as he drew out a small concealed automatic pistol from the small of his back and slammed it hard into the mans throat.
The man wheezed as the weapon pressed hard on his wind pipe.
"What can we do to make this problem go away with out blood shed?" Borb asked as he spun the leader around and looked at the two remaining lackeys. His eyes suddenly no longer hollow but alive and full of a fire that hadn't been there in a long time.
"Mr. Sarken we there is a 10m bounty on your head dead or alive, we're here to collect..." The man to the left of Borb said his words trailing off as the indecisiveness took over in his face. Borb smiled, and then laughed loudly enough to fill the ship yard.
"Gentlemen, you obvousely don't know who I am. Hahaha! I could kill you with but one command how ever because I once was a bounty hunter I'll make you an offer if your interested..."
Borb's voice trailed off as he saw the doubt cross the mans face. Of course he couldn't have the three men killed with just a word, but they didn't know that, and deceit was the most valuable asset of any warfare.
"What offer?" The man in Borb's hands asked breaking the silence.
Why 15m of course, all you have to do is forget you ever saw me. It's great this way you don't die, and my cove remains intact."
Borb smiled at the man to his left never seeing the pleading look the man in his grasp gave his companions.
"Ok but we know where you live so don't even think of leaving your house till we have payment!" The man to his left said after a brief second of thought. Borb smiled as he picked up his bottled of vodka after releasing the man in his hands. Taking a long drink he said:
"Enjoy your money then boys."
And with that he walked off, not truly knowing if they would gun him down or not but at the same time not really caring. As he left the yard he turned and asked.
"Oh by the way what is the account I should send the money to?"
"1352674!" The leader now having regained his composure said.
Borb grinned as he left the yard already making the transaction thanks to his built in computer implant. He wondered what his wife would think about having to move again as he walked back to his safe house.
Slowly he looked up at the night sky and remembered what it was like to be free and in space once again flying and fighting as if nothing else mattered.
"One day..." He muttered as he opened the door to his home.
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IRL
Well boys and girls I wanted to stop by and say hi, this place had gotten crazy since I've been gone. But in a good way. I'm Fixing to head out for a short year long tour in Afghanistan so I don't really have time for the game but I still wanted to show my support. Devs your doing great things for this game but always it's the players who make VO what it is keep on keeping on. I'll see y'all in a bit.
The nightmares still remained the same innocent faces he'd never intended to destroy dancing before him, taunting him. Memories that would not be abated. He'd sworn no to fly until the day came that it didn't bring sorrow to his life.
"Babe?"
The small word interrupted him from his thoughts. He turned to face and exotically tanned goddess with dark brown eyes and blak hair. Her well toned legs rippling as she walked towards him. She was the woman he called his wife, the only force he'd known that could tame his strong willed spirt.
"Yeah what's up?"
He said setting the bottle of vodka he'd been consuming down on the main turret of his ship.
"What are you doing out here? I was worried you'd gotten drunk and lost again."
Laughing he said:
"No dear, I'm just out here reliving memories. War past fought and all that, you know what I mean."
"Babe... Are you ok?
He looked at the woman he loved sorrow in his face for the animal he was, wishing he could be the hero she so deserved.
"I'm fine, I'll meet you back up at the house. I just need a moment."
"Ok." She paused as she turned from him, the indecision apparent on her face. He smiled at her hoping it would dispel her worry as she walked away.
Once again looking back at his reflection he wondered how he'd gotten so old in such a short time. It had only been a few years since he was an infamous assassin with BLAK a pirate guild that defied all other guilds. Each permeant crease in his furrowed brow stood back at him betraying his felt age.
"This is bullshit." He muttered, noting how young he yet still was in comparison to how old his body seemed. The toll of so many taken lives so clearly shown in his haunted eyes, if only he had stopped years ago...
No, he did what he had to do, for his nation for his guild... For humanity. Humanity... Those bastards They couldn't understand, yes they needed people like him to take out the trash. But they could never understand what that need did to those who answered the call. The cost stared back at him hollow and uncaring from the reflection in his once proud war ship.
"Sarken!"
The voice called from behind him cold and uncaring of the emotions rolling with in the man who was intently staring at his ship.
"Sarken, you mother fucker you have a lot to answer for!"
Slowly Borb turned to face the man calling his name. Standing before him were three lightly armed mercenaries. Borb had dealt with many like those after he'd left the public spot like though it had been a long time. He figured these three to be some kind of bounty hunters looking to score big with the price on his head.
"I'm sorry who? Are you talking to me? My name is John."
"Mr. Smith, we know all about you and your past. We also know that this ship belongs to a Borb Sarken, long wanted for crimes against every nation in this galaxy. You been a busy boy but you couldn't hide forever."
The man that appeared to be the leader of the group stepped forward boldly with in reach of Borb obviously thinking him self to have the upper hand.
"Who? What? I'm ssssorry, I'msh drunk and just looking at all the nice ssssshhhhips in this yard, I wantssshhhh to be a pilot one day..." Borb said slowly, as he drew out a small concealed automatic pistol from the small of his back and slammed it hard into the mans throat.
The man wheezed as the weapon pressed hard on his wind pipe.
"What can we do to make this problem go away with out blood shed?" Borb asked as he spun the leader around and looked at the two remaining lackeys. His eyes suddenly no longer hollow but alive and full of a fire that hadn't been there in a long time.
"Mr. Sarken we there is a 10m bounty on your head dead or alive, we're here to collect..." The man to the left of Borb said his words trailing off as the indecisiveness took over in his face. Borb smiled, and then laughed loudly enough to fill the ship yard.
"Gentlemen, you obvousely don't know who I am. Hahaha! I could kill you with but one command how ever because I once was a bounty hunter I'll make you an offer if your interested..."
Borb's voice trailed off as he saw the doubt cross the mans face. Of course he couldn't have the three men killed with just a word, but they didn't know that, and deceit was the most valuable asset of any warfare.
"What offer?" The man in Borb's hands asked breaking the silence.
Why 15m of course, all you have to do is forget you ever saw me. It's great this way you don't die, and my cove remains intact."
Borb smiled at the man to his left never seeing the pleading look the man in his grasp gave his companions.
"Ok but we know where you live so don't even think of leaving your house till we have payment!" The man to his left said after a brief second of thought. Borb smiled as he picked up his bottled of vodka after releasing the man in his hands. Taking a long drink he said:
"Enjoy your money then boys."
And with that he walked off, not truly knowing if they would gun him down or not but at the same time not really caring. As he left the yard he turned and asked.
"Oh by the way what is the account I should send the money to?"
"1352674!" The leader now having regained his composure said.
Borb grinned as he left the yard already making the transaction thanks to his built in computer implant. He wondered what his wife would think about having to move again as he walked back to his safe house.
Slowly he looked up at the night sky and remembered what it was like to be free and in space once again flying and fighting as if nothing else mattered.
"One day..." He muttered as he opened the door to his home.
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IRL
Well boys and girls I wanted to stop by and say hi, this place had gotten crazy since I've been gone. But in a good way. I'm Fixing to head out for a short year long tour in Afghanistan so I don't really have time for the game but I still wanted to show my support. Devs your doing great things for this game but always it's the players who make VO what it is keep on keeping on. I'll see y'all in a bit.
Good to hear from you. Be safe.
Stay safe man. Keep your head down and watch your step!!!!!
Good to hear from you again. GL in RL!
Good stuff. Be careful over there.
Borb lives!
Viper had of course heard of the bounty out on Borb's head, anybody with any kind of connections in the shadier parts of the verse knew about these things... sometimes before the marshalls had even gotten around to announcing them. Borb wasn't the only one of course, all of the cutthroat pirates from BLAK were wanted in every corner of the known universe.
Viper had to laugh any time he heard some cocky young bounty hunter brag about what they would do if they were to catch up to Borb or any of the other BLAK members; it was easy for these valk-jocks to brag in the (relative) safety of the bars in Sedina and Odia. Viper knew though from first-hand experience that saying and doing were two totally different things when it came to defeating a BLAK pirate.
Viper's earliest experience piloting was with a small trade guild that called themselves the Doo World Order... so he had been on the receiving end of more than one BLAK's neutrons. After amassing a small fortune for himself he had tired of shuttling lux goods back and forth and went to work escorting the other traders in the guild, bought himself a shiny red svg and his own pair of neutrons and took the heat to the pirates. He normally was doing good just to distract the pirates long enough for the traders to escape to safety before he was sent limping to the nearest station for repairs.
After the Doo World Order was forced to close it's doors by the monopoly of TGFT, Viper found himself out of work, he thought about joining up with the Guild that shared his handle, but he had grown to admire the pirates' bravery and cunning during the many fights he had had with them and decided to retire from the pirate-hunting business.
Viper decided to approach BLAK about joining their ranks... he kept being turned away from actual membership but many of the pilots took a liking to him and allowed him to fly alongside and learn combat tricks as long as he stayed out of their way.
From calder he learned how to effectively use the Prom (a skill that would come in handy in Viper's later service to the serco military), watching shape for 5 minutes was enough to increase anybody's skill in Rev-C, and from Borb he learned the art of just being a sneaky and treacherous bastard in combat.
Not long after Viper began flying with them BLAK suddenly vanished, with no announcement as to why or where they were going. With no real organised pirates in gray space anymore trade guilds were now able to fly mostly unmolested through the worst parts of gray space and Viper found himself without any gainful employment.
Around the same time a group of violent serco were beginning to gain notoriety as ruthless fighters of the itani, they called themselves SCAR. Viper soon found a home among them and the rest is history.
Viper always remembered those early days of first fighting and then following BLAK around fondly, and always hoped to one day see them return from wherever it was they had gone. The universe just wasn't the same without them.
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IRL: Anybody that has met Borb's wife like I have would have no difficulty understanding why he doesn't have time for playing video games anymore lol. Quite a catch for that ugly bastige!
Viper had to laugh any time he heard some cocky young bounty hunter brag about what they would do if they were to catch up to Borb or any of the other BLAK members; it was easy for these valk-jocks to brag in the (relative) safety of the bars in Sedina and Odia. Viper knew though from first-hand experience that saying and doing were two totally different things when it came to defeating a BLAK pirate.
Viper's earliest experience piloting was with a small trade guild that called themselves the Doo World Order... so he had been on the receiving end of more than one BLAK's neutrons. After amassing a small fortune for himself he had tired of shuttling lux goods back and forth and went to work escorting the other traders in the guild, bought himself a shiny red svg and his own pair of neutrons and took the heat to the pirates. He normally was doing good just to distract the pirates long enough for the traders to escape to safety before he was sent limping to the nearest station for repairs.
After the Doo World Order was forced to close it's doors by the monopoly of TGFT, Viper found himself out of work, he thought about joining up with the Guild that shared his handle, but he had grown to admire the pirates' bravery and cunning during the many fights he had had with them and decided to retire from the pirate-hunting business.
Viper decided to approach BLAK about joining their ranks... he kept being turned away from actual membership but many of the pilots took a liking to him and allowed him to fly alongside and learn combat tricks as long as he stayed out of their way.
From calder he learned how to effectively use the Prom (a skill that would come in handy in Viper's later service to the serco military), watching shape for 5 minutes was enough to increase anybody's skill in Rev-C, and from Borb he learned the art of just being a sneaky and treacherous bastard in combat.
Not long after Viper began flying with them BLAK suddenly vanished, with no announcement as to why or where they were going. With no real organised pirates in gray space anymore trade guilds were now able to fly mostly unmolested through the worst parts of gray space and Viper found himself without any gainful employment.
Around the same time a group of violent serco were beginning to gain notoriety as ruthless fighters of the itani, they called themselves SCAR. Viper soon found a home among them and the rest is history.
Viper always remembered those early days of first fighting and then following BLAK around fondly, and always hoped to one day see them return from wherever it was they had gone. The universe just wasn't the same without them.
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IRL: Anybody that has met Borb's wife like I have would have no difficulty understanding why he doesn't have time for playing video games anymore lol. Quite a catch for that ugly bastige!
Yarrr.
P.S. Borb surfaces right after what's left of OBL's head gets mounted on the wall of the Oval Office. Coincidence? I think not.
P.S. Borb surfaces right after what's left of OBL's head gets mounted on the wall of the Oval Office. Coincidence? I think not.
Stay safe Borb and thank you for your service.
I just realized this...
The special forces team that took out Osama: Seal Team Six
Borb's guild in Vendetta: Serco Team Six
...Coincidence?
The special forces team that took out Osama: Seal Team Six
Borb's guild in Vendetta: Serco Team Six
...Coincidence?
Holy crap, its Borb Sarken!
Holy crap x 2!
That's a big crap.
Good to see you Borb, be safe
Good job at staying safe Borb, good to see you back man!
You guys need to check in at the Blak forum!
It's a Borb! Be careful out there.