Author's Note

Now been put through MR.Blade (my beta and lifeline ^_^) those of you that were waiting for the finished product now only have my humor to fear!

Also:

Privaters: player starship pilots.

Valkiries: player fighter pilots.

Mercs: Self explanatory.

WARNING: More blood, more jokes, and more stupidity.

You could say this chapter has been taken *putting on sunglasses* UP TO 11!

Good is not pure. (betaed!)

*Hello I'm Devon marca here with the New Eden Views and we've got the juicy news. I'm sure you guys have heard the rumours about alliances run by privateers beginning to rebel against the four empires. Well get this: there've been rumours that these guys have have began building their own stargates. Of course privateers are one of four groups whom hold no alliances with the four empires and only deal with them out of choice: privateers, valkyries, mercenaries, and pirates. Where they're going is anyone's guess, but I'm sure the big dogs won't like it! Stay tuned for more as it happens!*
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*Classified*
*A rather interesting event has taken place, privateers have been constructing stargates in deadspace with materials gained from the mining operations of their 'corporations'. One such gate was recently activated by a larger alliance, interestingly enough also grabbing the attention of the Amarr imperial fleet as they stepped in to disrupt the activation sequence. They were defeated by the alliance as privateers, valkyries, and mercenaries battled against them, halting the imperial fleet long enough to see the gate activated.

Video reference for the battle.

Where these gates lead is a mystery that even those who built them are ignorant to.
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I've killed many, immortal and not, but I've yet to kill a human being, kinda looking forward to it....- Matari Clone 7,674

So I'm here, an alien in strange looking armor, walking through the dead of night with a changeling spy dragging my immortal behind to who knows where. This isn't strange and or suspicious at all right?

"So what's this queen of yours like?" I asked trying to strike a conversation.

"She's kind to her subjects, after the war with her mother she nurtured and cared for us. I don't know where'd we be without lady Chrysalis." I could hear the respect in her voice, respect for the one who saved them from a fate worse than death, a noble person from description for sure but I'll hold my judgments.

"We're far enough." She muttered making me glance at her.

"We're in the middle o-" I didn't get to finish as the blinding light I'd quickly coupled with the teleportation spell consumed us.

I blinked my eyes, rapidly shaking my head at the oncoming headache as I stared at the glaring, what I assumed to be, guards short blades drawn, making me roll my eyes under my helm.

"Wait, don't hurt him!" Mimic yelled either ignoring or not noticing my head turning towards her with an unseen look of 'what the hell' on my face.

"Mimic, who is this male and why have you brought him to our home?" A Changeling I hadn't realized was there questioned, her voice carrying the enticing tone of a seductress.

I looked up at what was undoubtedly the queen, mostly because she was sitting on a throne. The mare (are changelings called mares?) was a solid 7.0, a black crown adorning her head and garbed in a black dress that looked as if it was painted around her luscious body, hugging a large set of breast (F-cups?) and wide 'baby making' hips that I couldn't help but want to run my hands over… I'm not drooling, shut up.

Anyway her hair was a shiny green shades darker than her, surprisingly, slitted eyes that threatened to pull me in with their exotic beauty.

All in all a being made for seduction.

"My queen I ask apologies for the intrusion, but this is a matter of our race's survival." The girl spoke bowing low, her 'queen' raising a brow and waving down her guards, maybe if I mentioned I'm banging Mimic it would help?

"Explain my daughter....." My last idea suddenly seems extremely bad. On another note this is about the tenth time I've banged a nobel, odd… I'm usually running from guards by now with said nobel slung over my shoulder.

"Victor if you would remove your helmet?" Let it be known if I was still mortal removing the one thing that not only activates my shield, but also has my H.U.D in it, would be considered extremely insane. However I am both NOT mortal and completely insane hence removal of said gear.

"What is this....creature my child?" the queen asked leaning towards me as my helmet came off. I'd also like to mention I take offence the sexy bug monarch called me 'creature', I do however enjoy the free cleavage show.

"Victor is a member of the human species, and a member of a race known as the Minmatar." She smiled, I would too if I wasn't eyeing the guards' glowing horns of explosive fun. "He's a soldier of his race, an immortal." She swallowed to wet her dry throat, I think she's realising what she sounds like now.

"An Immortal you say?" I'd seen it coming, I could have dodged as soon as I saw her hand twitch. Instead I chose to let the sudden surge of the guard's magic tear through my flesh. without the shield active the explosive magic put fist sized holes in my torso. I could feel the nanites in my blood start to savagely consume my being even before the emerald shaded fire could end my li......

*Clone Terminated transferring consciousness to a new clone*
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Didn't think I'd die so much here, good thing I'm rich or these proto fits would put a hurting on my wallet. Though there is some faction gear on here too which would cut down on the cost....

My idle thoughts were jolted as my conscience was thrust into a new body. Activating my cloaking field before the 'ground spawn cloak' that activates when we spawn… on the ground, deactivated. I had spawned just behind a shocked Mimic fully armored again, the mare having fallen to her knees as the nanites and fire consumed what was left of my old body and gear. I watched for a moment as the guards stepped forward to grab the girl, only to find my armor plated hands lifting them in the air via their throats.

"That was rather unpleasant." I stated coldly, ignoring the multiple gasps coming from the two mares not clutching constricted windpipes.
"Vi-Victor." I didn't have to look to know Mimic had tears spilling as she looked up at me. The look of absolute shock on her elders' face though I enjoyed immensely as I dropped her guards before they choked out. Oddly enough their skin was rather hard, unlike what I had felt from the silk soft Mimic during our 'night battle', perhaps their skin hardened when needed?

My thoughts were broken as the Changeling lady rose from her throne, her own horn and wings flared in furious rage. Her eyes narrowing as I punted her protectors to the foot of her throne, smirking at the feeling of their ribs cracking and folded my arms. Was that smart- no- but the bastards deserved it in my opinion.

"Stand back Mimic, I'm not going to dislike teaching these fools a lesson." I spoke harshly, roundhousing one of the changeling guards that made the unfortunate mistake of teleporting too close to a pissed off immortal scout. I noticed her look of pity as more guards popped into my view, the young bug girl getting out of dodge before erecting a barrier around herself.

"You're going to die here male." a guard snarled out the mare handling the biggest sword I've ever seen. Take that as you will.
I pulled my blades quickly, if what Mimic said was true then these guards were likely ex soldiers as well. I'd have to be careful here- I ducked under a sword swipe using the assaulting mare to lift my body, and avoid two spears splitting the air under me. The poor mare I was using as a vault instantly passed out as nearly a thousand pounds was thrust on her shoulder, effortlessly breaking the bones underneath as I gripped gripped her and swatted her friends away with her comatose body, before touching down and jumping away from a blast of magic.

I looked up as the guards scattered, but more importantly as a solid beam of force slammed into my shield tossing me off my feet. I rolled from my back to see an extremely livid queen had fired at me, her steps echoed throughout the room as she thrummed with power. A quick look at my shields made my grimace even as they recharged, she'd taken all my shields almost 400 shield tank out in one shot. The mass driver on my back didn't cause that much damage from a single round, hell most caldari railgun snipers didn't have that firepower!

I cursed as I dodged three blast from the woman, wondering for a split second if I should just hit her with the mass driver and be done with it, and swearing again knowing that as much as I wanted to I needed her alive. Snarling I rushed forwards dodging and weaving under deadly magic, grunting as a beam clipped my shoulder sending my shield down halfway, before swiping the monarch's feet from under her stabbing my blades in the ground cross her throat.

"You lose." I spoke darkly as the heat from the blades visibly scorched her, I rose to my feet walking towards Mimic as the nobel stood clutching her throat, I'm sure she was going to fire at my back before I spoke once more.

"Before you do anything even more rash." I half chuckled out to the angered ruler. "Think about what you're up against, wonder what kind of weapons he may have, and then ask yourself: how much damage he could do when he could never die, and IF you managed to destroy his body could appear almost anywhere, like say your maternity ward..." I didn't need turn towards the ruler as I did anyway, I'm sure she can hear the grin in my voice, makes the sudden look of horror so much sweeter.

I think she's learning: turns out ticking off an immortal is a bad idea.

"My queen." Mimic interjected, "I believe it would be wise to listen to what he has to say." she stated bluntly, getting nods from a few guards.

"You have made your point Minmatar." the woman ground out as she called for medics, most likely through magic as she said nothing else. "Mimic, bring him to the meeting area." In a green flash she was gone.

I watched as Mimic sighed in relief, her shoulders sagging, mentally tired, before smiling up at me. "That went well don't you think?" She quipped, tear tracks still staining her cheeks.

"You had no idea how my immortality worked did you?" I realised, how could she, she'd heard half the conversation. I groaned at the thought when she suddenly found the floor to be more interesting.

"Well I'm glad." She looked back at me "At least you got my lady to agree." There's the spark in her eyes, the spark of happiness, of hope.

Something many immortals had lost.

One thing was bothering me though.

"You don't seem to be too concerned about what I said to your leader, or took out your some of your fellow changelings." I pointed out, yet her smiling never faulted.

"I know you wouldn't have done those things Vic, and as for the others they'll be ok......now come on, the queen's waiting."
Ah, and with that spark comes ignorance, and trust.....

I chucked lightly as I followed the near skipping girl through her home, the guards all but ignored.

"Oh and Victor?"

"Hmmm?"

"I know you don't care much about dying, or being in pain, so why were you so mad just now?" She winked back at me a mix of mirth and....something else in her tone.

"Why indeed." I was hoping you had the answer......you little tease.
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"I see..." Chrysalis, man the names here are weird, sighed out as Mimic, and myself, finished explaining the situation for her. "These Amarr, they threaten all races." She fell into silence.

"Quite frankly no race I've encountered on this planet has the tech, or the manpower to protect themselves." Blunt, yes, insulting, slightly, but fact and an inevitable truth for any who inhabited this world stood against even a fraction of one of the great fours' power without the proper training or gear. The only reason she wasn't dead now was my reluctance to pull my mass driver to bear.

"And how do we know that it is not your own race that seeks to control this world?" She hissed out, pride still sore.

"A fair question." I nodded, and it was the ponies hadn't even considered the possibly I'd been lying (to my knowledge) this Chrysalis was fit to rule indeed, though perhaps asking that to my face was a bit off. "To be fair however, if I'd been lying to you and wanted you dead there'd be nothing stopping me from taking your head off in your throne room." I said pointedly, actually gaining a small smile and a laugh from the woman.

"Well Minmatar, I believe it's in our best interest to accept your offer, though I have my own conditions." Conditions for a deal that would stop their race from being barbecued by lasers I HAVE to hear this.

"Go on..." I urged with hidden amusement.

"Unfortunately these both are side effects of the war with my mother some time ago." Her teeth clicked together as if trying to keep her from speaking. "She used a suicidal spell that not only turned our lush home into a wasteland, it also spread a magical plague that targeted every species' males on the planet." My head snapped towards Mimic at this, the way she flinched let me know she knew damn well I didn't like having information withheld from me. I shook my head and focused back on her superior. "I ask you two things when your kind arrives here, food for my people, and males to reproduce."

"That's doa… I'm sorry?" Did I hear that right? Couldn't have…

"Food and males for mating." Nope I heard that loud and clear.

"You want men?" I blinked, Mimic giggled.

"Did I not make that clear Minmatar?"Chrysalis deadpanned.

"Your majesty I'll get you more men then you can handle." BEST. RULER. EVER.

This is the single most amazingly easy to acquire resource I've ever bargained with. Hell I could drop 100 single dudes here without telling them jack shit and be done with it.

I almost tore my helmet off turned towards Mimic and grabbed her by the shoulders and smashed this heaven sent woman's lips against mine. I'm so happy right now I could do back flips, well I COULD do back flips but I was too busy tongue wrestling a busty changeling girl.
"Don't know what that was for, don't care." she grabbed my armor and pulled me close and I was all too willing to go another round.

*2 hours 30 minutes 57 seconds later- third person view*

"They do need to breath........right?" a confused guardswoman
asked uncertainly.

"I'm not so sure they do young one......"The queen of changeling kind said uncertainly. She honestly was just glad they hadn't started bucking on her new carpets, the mating chambers were down the hall Faust dammit.

*Much time later- back to Vic*

I coughed into my hand kinda unsure what to say to the crowd of changelings that, apparently, had shown up to watch myself and Mimic tongue battle. I looked at said girl only to find her clutching to my arm hissing at any other changeling she deemed as 'too close'.
Well when your race feeds off of lust I could see how having too many in one place could be bad.......who am I kidding I'd be in orgies all day.

By the way author, how'd we get from ass kicking to making out?

(To be honest you're probably gonna end up in much naughtier situations than this in the future)

Knowing you I'm not surprised whatsoever.

(Indeed, now stop breaking the fourth wall)
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"So she's the 'mother' of all changelings because of her position." Oh man that's one problem avoided.I watched Mimic's head bob up and down in an affirmative, as she showed me around the changeling's underground city. Absolutely massive by the way, could fit space stations in here.

Turns out water isn't a problem, lots of underground basins, Mimic showed me the schools, library, bar, and many other things.

Though oddly enough they wouldn't let me anywhere near the hospital for some reason.........

Meh, race filled with 95% females, I gave up trying to understand women a longgggggggg time ago, I'm crazy enough thanks.

"Wait, so when was this civil war anyway?" I'd yet to lock down a date.

"Hmmmm, about 20 years ago." I stopped walking at that.

"Wait, your queen is how old?" I'm thoroughly confused now.

"Only 40ish, pretty young to be a queen huh?" My brain's hurting me now.

"... Mimic, how long does the average person tend to live on this planet?" I know many things, but there's no reason to stop learning.
"’Bout 100 to 175 years, why?" She looks so innocent asking that, and now I'm in a muse. To think these beings could live as long as a civilian of new eden, interesting… Though they'd be out aged by most immortal soldiers and considered children to many pilots.

"News to me." Learn something new every day.

Her response was cut off by an explosion that shook the ground we were standing on. I looked the left to see fire and smoke blowing towards the air vents at the top of the city.

"Come on Victor!" the shapeshifter yelled drawing the same blade she used when we fou-wait.....

"Where the fuck did you pull that from?!" I yelled chasing after her.

(I'll be honest, was tempted for the cliff hanger)
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"The hell is going on?" I muttered, as other changelings, mostly city guards, arrived behind us.

"Accident?" Mimic thought out loud next to me.

I leaned in closer snapping my hand up to smack an arrow aimed for my face away. I drew my blades as beastial growls came from the smoke and massive canine like creatures flocked out in packs.

"Diamond dogs." my companion breathed out before our position was rushed.

I backed up a second before lashing out at the closest 'diamond dog', feeling ribs crack as I heard one in the middle of the pack with a blue night camo jacket on, the caption perhaps, yell something they never should in the presence of a Matar:

"Capture as many civilians and children as you can and drag them to the slave pens!"

Slave pens.

Slaves.

Slavers.

These are FUCKING SLAVERS.!

"I'll slaughter them." I didn't yell, it wasn't a threat, or a promise.

It was a fact.

For the first time in near two weeks I sheathed my blades and unhooked my mass driver from my back against a live target.

I leveled my sight to the middle of the group, and fired.

The beautiful sight of a mass driver round impacting the dog. I enjoyed it, seeing the slaver bastard disappear is a ball of fire, and everything and everyone around him in a ten meter radius being torn apart by the shear force of the blast. Their bloody limbs thrown across the area showering their comrades in a fine red mist, they froze unused to seeing such power from a weapon. These things weren't worthy of the title soldier, even fighter. As I smiled at the frozen dogs, as the changelings around me cheered and prepared their magic, as I lifted my practice honed weapon once again to join in the slaughter, I already knew what they were.

THEY WERE MY TARGETS.

I fired salvo after salvo into the slavers, I chuckled as their charred remains rained down upon their kin. I laughed as the last round of my clip splattered a group of poor fools against their brothers, then I drew my blades instead of reloading.

"Let's go greet them girls!"My laughter intensified when the night skinned mares roared in approval as we rushed forward as one.
My armor was drenched in blood as I decapitated the closest slaver to me steam rising from stump of his neck. I sheathed one blade catching a second jumping at me by the throat, crushing his windpipe and then using his corpse as a club to uppercut a female dog. Her eyes widened as my boot came down on her ribs blood flowing from her lips and eyes as she died. I heard an anguished pair of cries as two more came at me from the side screaming about their sister, I laughed as my blade passed through the first one's ribs exiting her back to puncture the second's skull just between the eyes. The elbow on my other arm snapped back on instinct as I felt a blow on my shoulder. I could feel it crushing a dog's jaw and snapping it's neck backwards before it's body went airborne, musing to myself that I was lucky that wasn't a changeling that just bumped into me. I lazily bisected two more dogs with a back roundhouse kick, catching sight of Mimic as she fought, her form moving like water, every counter precisely aimed for a vital area, her 'thunder blade' shocking targets to death. Every dodge expertly performed and punctuated by searing magic, an interesting contrast to my brutal methods I'll admit. I yanked my blade out of the idiot who thought interrupting my thoughts to be a good idea, then uncharged plasma blade spiked a moment later into the spine of a dog that escaped her notice. I rolled my shoulders as she pressed her smaller frame against me.

"You should be more careful, you don't come back from the dead you know." I scolded playful, feeling her tense shoulders loosen against mine as I took some random slaver's arms off. and then beat her with them.

"Aww Vicky does care about his little changeling." She cooed in a seductive voice that sent shivers of wanting up my spine as she slit a dogs throat sparks flying from her blade.

"Of course, or did you forget that pounding you took back in chapter seven?" I quipped, looking back as she ducked under a spear, the blade shattering against my back, before she cut off the user's head.

"How could I, I thought you were trying to drown my poor eggs, thank the mother for anti pregnancy spells. Did my cute little changeling cunny feel that good for the big bad immortal?" She shot back.

"MY, MY, MY, this coming from the girl who had a fucked stupid look on her face after only sixty nine minutes. I didn't think miss 'I can't feel my legs anymore' had any rights to be talking trash." I stung back watching in amusement as her cheeks puffed out cutely before her fangs dipped under her plump lower lip in a pout.

"That's not fa~" She didn't get to finish as I cut her off.

"I didn't ask your opinion noob, now go try to get some experience under your belt before trying to take on a vet scrub." I scolded, scoffing Rarity style, then flinching when the final diamond dog took a lightning blade to the balls. Not sure what's the worst part: getting stabbed in the dick or having said dick insta-fried by lightning.

… Not taking off my armor around her any time soon.

The battle lasted four minutes and thirty seconds .
30 injured.
No deaths.
No hostile survivors.
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"I must say I'm impressed Immortal, your brutality is....arousing ." One changeling ruler breathed out. I’m not sure I like how much she sounds like Jill, as she apparently witnessed the carnage of the battle. Whether that means the battle was staged I don't know, but I don't dislike being approved for my art.

"Killing things is my job ma’am." I hid said pride though.

"Mimic my dear I must thank you, if the rest of his kind are as deadly then this alliance was made in good taste, now I'll send the two of you back." She's got a pretty big grin th… wait.

"I'll see you later." I deadpanned to Mimic before I used my own blades to slit my throat, ignoring the queen's complaints about the carpet.

Fuck that teleporting shit, not if I can hel---

* Clone terminated transferring consciousness to a new clone*

I opened my eyes and immediately groaned. "Not you again..."

Faust giggled at my reaction her voice echoing in the void around us.

"You know I killed myself to NOT have my eyes bleed right?" I questioned squinting and the shining woman.

"Apologies scout, this is simply how your mind perceives my existence." Her voice echoing out once again.

"A massive glowing flashlight?"

"Indeed."

"You here ‘bout those dogs?"

The entity shook it's head -I think- "They deserved their fates scout, and even had they not it was just a means to an end, just don't let your views of the few class all of the race." In my mind an image of Jillian popped up making me chuckle, also: this is the reason I'm atheist.

"Indeed." I spoke softly.

"You're doing well scout, your progress is much faster than I had guess, but I suppose I should have expected a Matar to be quick on progress." Well we did achieve space worthy tech in a fraction of the time the other races did…

"Is that all, because you're hurting my eyes more than the old basic logi suit." Who's idea was it to make that thing bright yellow, it just screamed 'I'm the medic shoot me first!'

"Hmm no, just checking on you. You've already guessed your respawning is my doing so no need to talk about that.." she mused. "Not that I don't enjoy melting your eyeballs." The goddess is a troll, great...
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I landed softly on my bed, or rather Lyra's guest bed, I closed my eyes actually weary for the first time in a while listening to the beats of my twin hearts I decided to get so-

"Hey Vic get up it's your first day on the job!"

Dammit Bon-Bon I almost killed you right there.