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It was a lonely day in space...
And here I was, waiting for that Serco cargo convoy to leave Daltas Hold. I was sitting in a nice safe spot of course. My regular stake-out spot, with one finger on the warp button ready for a little shoot-em-up with those damn Serco pilots.
I get hungry a lot now. Though at least now I am chomping at the lousy tasting chocolate bars I get from Corvus Prime. They suck, big time. I missed those great M-class rations they give out in the Itani Secret Police Force. But the pay sucks, and I have a wife and a kid to feed. I still have my badge with me, here it was, glued to my cockpit window.
Ah, those were the times, when you have your ISP buddies to count on when things get rough. Hit on the intercom and the whole squad warps in to save your lousy butt. Not the sorry excuse of a "Itani Defense Force", mind you, the ISP is small, elite and hot. Bah, when they go on leave, the whole Itani nation gets ready to go into refugee status.
The voice crackled over Itani defense radio that the Serco voy has just warped into Sedinia B8. Yes, I know, tapping into defense network is punishable by, well, death (even by the placable Itani standards). But hey, I am already dead in their eyes anyway. A traitor to Itan : jacking those xith ores for money. Well, yes, both Itani and Serco xith I'll jack. At least I love my wife and kids, and they might even love me back.
Here I go, hit the warp button. A moment, the Serco voy appeared on my Hud. Oh oh oh. A big one. Two fat transports, and a Prom, a Centurion and a vult in escort. 3 vs 1, ah, fun times was here again. They saw me immediately, and the centurion and the vult turned to engage, while the prom stayed with the escort.
I wonder if they knew that I am "freelance", since I was flying one of those new-fangled Border Guardian figher. Nice ship I tell ya, turns like a mofo, and rolls like a wheel on steroids. But the armour's so thin you can almost feel the vacuum of space inside your cockpit. Anyway, I feel great in it....as long as it I don't have to fight one of those damned turreted hogs.
No hogs today though. That centurion came straight at me, big mistake. She fired too early, but I held my fire. Steady, steady, and then I let go a nice stream of neutron fire at it and she smoked and zoomed past me in pain. I hit the brakes, spun around, and there she was, a poor centurion MKIII still trying to coax itself to turn back. Bang bang bang, she's dead. That was a fast kill. I hope she bailed out, because she was brave.
Ok, the vult came at me even as I shoot at the cent. But the voy is headed away. I avoided the fire, and went after it. I held my fire even though I had a several good chance to shoot at it : damnit I need the battery to charge. Zoom, there the voy warped through the WH, and that's my cue. I disengaged the vult, and turboed to the WH. One thing about this damn IBG, it *is* fast, even if it does burn up the battery like a squirrel on heat.
I followed the voy through the WH with the vult in hot pursuit. This time, luck was on my side, and I warped out close to the convoy. But luck was not enough, the vult came at me. And his buddy the prom also came in. Bah, I bloody hope that prom has no turrets on it else I'll be going hungry tonight.
I started a dance of death with the vult, trusting the superior flying of the IBG to dodge the prom's fire. My luck kept holding : the prom fired missiles and neutrons, but I don't hear that "tatatata" of the gatling. This vult pilot is better than the cent, probably a vet. He rolled and turned. Twang twang twang, I'm hit. A new paint job for the IBG is going to be needed. But then he made a mistake : never, ever, try to out turn an IBG. He got greedy, and I used that trick of mine I learned from dueling the pirate boss. Nope, I am not going to tell you what it was, but for a second I was staring at the nice, soft, juicy underbelly of the vult. Zap zap zap and he blew up nice and hot, so closed that I could feel the shrapnel ricocheting off my ship.
Bloody hell, that felt good. But then I realized that the voy was long gone. Damn it! But the prom was still having a go at me. Ok, I was going to kill it to vent my frustration. As fighter pilots will tell you, the prom is a BFT. Big Fat Target or Big F*ing Target if you are a potty mouth. No problems here, I let go a nice stream into his side, and he was smoking bad. Ok now, you die. But he turned and ran. Bah, with my battery now all drained out, there is no way I could have chase him. So I let him go. I resisted the tempation to yell "coward" into the radio. Who knows, he might have a wife and kid too.
I get hungry a lot now. Though at least now I am chomping at the lousy tasting chocolate bars I get from Corvus Prime. They suck, big time. I missed those great M-class rations they give out in the Itani Secret Police Force. But the pay sucks, and I have a wife and a kid to feed. I still have my badge with me, here it was, glued to my cockpit window.
Ah, those were the times, when you have your ISP buddies to count on when things get rough. Hit on the intercom and the whole squad warps in to save your lousy butt. Not the sorry excuse of a "Itani Defense Force", mind you, the ISP is small, elite and hot. Bah, when they go on leave, the whole Itani nation gets ready to go into refugee status.
The voice crackled over Itani defense radio that the Serco voy has just warped into Sedinia B8. Yes, I know, tapping into defense network is punishable by, well, death (even by the placable Itani standards). But hey, I am already dead in their eyes anyway. A traitor to Itan : jacking those xith ores for money. Well, yes, both Itani and Serco xith I'll jack. At least I love my wife and kids, and they might even love me back.
Here I go, hit the warp button. A moment, the Serco voy appeared on my Hud. Oh oh oh. A big one. Two fat transports, and a Prom, a Centurion and a vult in escort. 3 vs 1, ah, fun times was here again. They saw me immediately, and the centurion and the vult turned to engage, while the prom stayed with the escort.
I wonder if they knew that I am "freelance", since I was flying one of those new-fangled Border Guardian figher. Nice ship I tell ya, turns like a mofo, and rolls like a wheel on steroids. But the armour's so thin you can almost feel the vacuum of space inside your cockpit. Anyway, I feel great in it....as long as it I don't have to fight one of those damned turreted hogs.
No hogs today though. That centurion came straight at me, big mistake. She fired too early, but I held my fire. Steady, steady, and then I let go a nice stream of neutron fire at it and she smoked and zoomed past me in pain. I hit the brakes, spun around, and there she was, a poor centurion MKIII still trying to coax itself to turn back. Bang bang bang, she's dead. That was a fast kill. I hope she bailed out, because she was brave.
Ok, the vult came at me even as I shoot at the cent. But the voy is headed away. I avoided the fire, and went after it. I held my fire even though I had a several good chance to shoot at it : damnit I need the battery to charge. Zoom, there the voy warped through the WH, and that's my cue. I disengaged the vult, and turboed to the WH. One thing about this damn IBG, it *is* fast, even if it does burn up the battery like a squirrel on heat.
I followed the voy through the WH with the vult in hot pursuit. This time, luck was on my side, and I warped out close to the convoy. But luck was not enough, the vult came at me. And his buddy the prom also came in. Bah, I bloody hope that prom has no turrets on it else I'll be going hungry tonight.
I started a dance of death with the vult, trusting the superior flying of the IBG to dodge the prom's fire. My luck kept holding : the prom fired missiles and neutrons, but I don't hear that "tatatata" of the gatling. This vult pilot is better than the cent, probably a vet. He rolled and turned. Twang twang twang, I'm hit. A new paint job for the IBG is going to be needed. But then he made a mistake : never, ever, try to out turn an IBG. He got greedy, and I used that trick of mine I learned from dueling the pirate boss. Nope, I am not going to tell you what it was, but for a second I was staring at the nice, soft, juicy underbelly of the vult. Zap zap zap and he blew up nice and hot, so closed that I could feel the shrapnel ricocheting off my ship.
Bloody hell, that felt good. But then I realized that the voy was long gone. Damn it! But the prom was still having a go at me. Ok, I was going to kill it to vent my frustration. As fighter pilots will tell you, the prom is a BFT. Big Fat Target or Big F*ing Target if you are a potty mouth. No problems here, I let go a nice stream into his side, and he was smoking bad. Ok now, you die. But he turned and ran. Bah, with my battery now all drained out, there is no way I could have chase him. So I let him go. I resisted the tempation to yell "coward" into the radio. Who knows, he might have a wife and kid too.
Nicely done. It's cool to see things from the dark side. :p
well written. nice job.
(both you and Borb.)
(both you and Borb.)
good stuff.
more.
Pirates need bedtime stories too... P)
you know this remindes me of the oldtime radio program: Dragnet, it has the same feel.
and i there are anyone who knows what i mean IT's GREAT to see things like this again.
ah i love old time radio programs
(NO i am not 60, i am 18)
there thats my 2¢
and i there are anyone who knows what i mean IT's GREAT to see things like this again.
ah i love old time radio programs
(NO i am not 60, i am 18)
there thats my 2¢
w00t go ISP!
Although I'm embarrased to ask...who is softy?
Although I'm embarrased to ask...who is softy?
you couldn't catch that wry grin of his? Think about it.