Friday, 18 December 2009

True Spirit.

My collection of vessels comes back, systems reworked and large amounts rebuilt to include different hardpoints.
I smile, noting the curious looks of my crew stood beside my Gila class Cruiser. They must be thinking the same as me.
"Refit her and make ready for disembarcation, I have a good feeling about my ship," handing the dataslate to the lead engineer.

"Spirit of Korako, you're clear to undock," the docking crew affirm the undocking clearance. Automated undocking systems guiding the Gila class Guristas Cruiser to the exit tube.
A large crowd assembled in the viewing galleries as there always is when a rare vessel undocks. She stops, attitude thrusters firing, turning the vessel around.
The drone bay opens, and a group of Ogre Heavy Attack drones exit, their small wakes creating a firey aura around the mid-sized vessel as she aligns to some unknown destination, the Ogres rushing back into the bay as she warps off.

Shuddering as the Spirit of Korako decellerates from warp, landing atop an acceleration gate at the bookmark my agent gave.
I smile, the bigger drone bay encouraging me to further my drone control skills. I activate the gate, landing amongst several Serpentis ships.
Two Battleships, five Cruiser class and a small gathering of Frigates. The systems hardwired into my cranial implants screaming into life as all vessels begin locking onto my ship.
Excellent, I think, time to see if my rebuilt Gila is as good as I thought.
The drone bay opening, disgorging five Hobgoblin II Light Scout Drones who immediately make a bee-line for the nearest Frigate, my attention centered on the Cruisers.
Missiles firing, making short work of my targets, the drones tearing holes into the last Frigate. As the last Cruiser and Frigate explode, I recall the Hobgoblins.
Battleships, Hobbos wont tickle. I begin approching the closest Serpentis Vindicator class Battleship, my Ogre Heavy Attack Drones dropping from the drone bay.

A small part of my mind searching the market for Medium Core Defence Feild Purger II, viewing the prices. I begin orbitting the larger vessel at 10km, ordering up a sustained volley from my three heavy missile batteries, neural pathways subconsciously ordering the drones to engage it.
The enemy vessel's shields drop quickly, suprising myself with the damage I am unleashing, my own shield systems fluctuating between 78-75%. As soon as I can afford them, I'll be refitting to Tech 2 rigs.
My target slowly being torn apart under the onslaught, his repair systems not able to keep up with incoming damage. I begin to turn, approaching the last battleship...

I begin to approach the station, knowing there would still be a small crowd watching my ship from the viewports. "Spirit of Korako to control, requesting permission to dock," a reply from the docking team, "welcome back Miss Kielle, docking permission accepted, please procede to the docking tubes."
Slowly maneuvering the vessel to the docking tubes, my heart rate and metabolism slowing with the slowing velocity of the vessel.

Climbing out of the capsule as the medical staff help me out, I look over to the Gila, resolving to get better drone control skills and upgrade the rigs, I smile.
As much as I loved that and my Worm, they have grown even more on me. I never thought anyone could improve those vessels, but they have.
The mix of high shield resistance, missile range and drone damage has impressed me.
Beautiful, deadly in the right hands. Perfect.

Thursday, 10 December 2009

A Memory - Ishomilken

Rocking herself slowly back and forth in the corner, a young girl was crying to herself. She had asked several times where her parents are, refusing to believe they were gone – or so the adults believed.

She was lucky, and so were the seven others that had escaped with her.

Adults, she thought as the sobs died down, they don’t understand. I am a Kielle, the last surviving member of my family. Dos Tu Mai got to her feet, swaying slightly as the sudden action made her dizzy. The young girl – no more than ten years old - left the quarters of the family that had taken her in, heading towards the ship hangars. Her father had taught her to fly in a shuttle, and she had always dreamt of the romance and adventure of the life of a capsuleer.

Maybe I can kill those bastards that destroyed my life, she said silently to herself as she watched the ships dock and undock from the station.

An opportunity presented itself, a shuttle ready for flight.

It looked like every other standard Caldari shuttle, but something was different. The ship was painted slightly different and there was the corporate logo of The Black Rabbits emblazoned on the side.

She slipped into the little ship and run through what her father had taught her. Engine systems were in optimal, life support and other systems looked fine, docking clamps were responding. She looked in the flight logs, searching for the ship’s call sign.

“Fajuula to control, requesting clearance to undock,” she said in the most adult voice she could. “Control to Fajuula, you are clear to undock. Fly safe.”

She had done it. Releasing the clamps and heading to the undocking tube, she left Ishomilken.

Warping to the Usi gate, she activated the jump gate as the warp coil shut down.

The rush and disorientation of making her first jump subsided.

Checking the systems again, she began to align to the next gate, Jeras – home.

Thirty AU until I hit the Jeras gate, then I’ll be safe, she thought. A great black shadow fell across the reflected light on the shuttle’s screen, fear gripping her heart. In his calm, lilting voice, Mr. Chopin spoke, “so, where do you think you’re going?”

She had to think fast, she saw a pistol next to the console. Whirling around with the pistol in her hands, she stared at him, “aim up a little more and just to your left. That way you’ll get a clean shot.” He smiled, holding his arms spread wide.

Hands shaking violently, she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened but the dry clack of an empty chamber. She screamed then threw the pistol at him, throwing herself against the console and began sobbing.


Waking suddenly, cold sweat dripping down my brow as a shiver ran down my spine. I blinked to get the stinging, salty liquid out of my eye, vision readjusting to the gloom of my personal chamber. It was a dream, another phantom memory surfacing.

Life will go on, it has to.

I haven’t got my revenge. Yet...

Saturday, 5 December 2009

All in a Name - Mei 'Starkiller'

It was the darkness, thick and heavy like a great cloak surrounding her on every side. How long had she been unconscious? A message blinking on her screen: farewell, Starkiller...

Two days ago:
Something was following her ship - an aging Incursus-class Frigate named ‘Aeko’ - but nothing was visible.
Checking the overview and scanning the surrounding area with every system. Nothing out of the ordinary, a moon 2.9AU distant, and a lush, verdant green planet a little further.

Several unknown vessels de-cloaked 25km from her small ship, locking onto her. They looked like Kestrel-class Frigates – an even dozen all told – but the black coloration and Caldari Navy insignia on the side told her otherwise. She tried hailing the lead ship, “this is Xiao Mei in the civilian vessel ‘Aeko,’ we’re not hostile and just patrolling the area for low-ranking pirates. Please respond.”

All hell broke loose.

A thick accent came over the NeoComm system, “Gallente scum, prepare to die. Squad lead to all units, engage. Blow this ship to hell.”
There was no time to think. Taking the helm, she ordered her ship to align, swinging the little ship about. “Warp drive has been shut down,” engineering reported. Shit, she thought. Staring out of the view port in disbelief, she saw the first volley of missiles screaming toward her. Acting on instinct and beginning evasive manoeuvres, “engineering, gunnery, let’s get this show on the road. Load up the Antimatter into the guns, we’ll see if these Caldari scum like a taste of our Blasters.”
Gaining target lock with the nearest ship, she engaged.

Multiple impacts made the ship shudder, tearing the shields apart. Armor repair system on, she began to open fire. First volley missed, second volley... third hit, taking a large chunk out of her target’s shield. A few more volleys. The enemy vessel began to align. Heavy armor damage both being given and taken.
I’ll take at least one of you with me. Her mind racing as she moved to re-address, locking a second ship, nanobot armor assemblers straining to patch the incoming damage. Her basic training in the Gallente military had taught her many things, but this was a new tactic to her. Primary target warped off. Awaiting the cycle, she engaged the second ship. Alarm systems screaming for her attention as the capacitor begins to empty. Another sound, the ship’s sensors picking up another two vessels approaching – both Worm-class Frigates.

Guristas pirates, here? What are they doing so far into Gallente nullsec? The Caldari vessel she was attacking explodes. The shockwave of the explosion rocks her ship, capacitor stabilising.
“Civilian vessel, ‘Aeko,’ disengage, we’ll take care of these idiots,” a woman’s voice said over the NeoComm. Ignoring them, Mei turned her ship and locked another, opening fire. The Guristas pilots both engaging different targets, their warp disruptors keeping the vessels locked down and unable to warp.
The enemy fleet turns around. Mei thinking of nothing but blood locked and began to engage the lead ship. The unknown pilots joined her, locking down his warp drive. “Xiao Mei to lead vessel, call off your attack or my friends and I will litter the system with your wreckage.” No answer.
The same female voice speaking over the NeoComm system, “Caldari scum, this is Usagi Kielle of the Guristas Associates. I am here for blood, yours, to be precise, Aldo Saenz. You killed my parents – who were peaceful merchants - in Jita. Now it is time for your end.”
The three vessels – Mei and the Guristas pilots – opened fire, tearing the target apart in seconds. The warp core breached, sending a shockwave several kilometres out.

Aeko sat there, floating lazily in space, her slender lines reflecting the light of the twin stars.
The Guristas pilots both orbiting, and firing the occasional volley of missiles at each other. Why they decided to stay perplexed Mei as she watched the ships both make sudden manoeuvres, dog-fighting and kiting each other’s vessels.

Usagi spoke privately to her friend and Corp mate, “I have a bad feeling about this. Something is going to happen. We’ll stay here awhile then leave.”
There was no need for anything else to be said. She opened a comm channel with Mei, “align to the red star, I’ll warp us on my mark, they know you were in this belt.” Linking their systems into a fleet, Usagi warped the three Frigates to the star.

Yesterday, 01:54.
How they did it - Mei was never sure - but Usagi and her unknown friend flew for hours, hunting their rival Serpentis pilots, harrying them in the asteroid belts and chasing them around the system like the legendary wolves of ancient tales.
Try as she could, she was never able to keep up with the speed and precision of the two Guristas pilots. Warping back to the star, she retired to her cot.

The reverberating shudder of multiple impacts, and the sirens awoke her. The gawping faces of her crewmen told her of the dread sight that awaited her – Leviathan, Titan - the biggest class of ship in New Eden. She had heard reports, and seen images of the great monstrosities, but had never seen one in space.
She could only stare.
Those who saw an enemy Titan seldom lived to speak of it. A sound brought her out of her reverie, the sound of the Caldari Hornet Drones firing and slowly destroying her ship’s shields. Shouting orders to her stricken crewmen, she spoke into her comms channel. “Mei to fleet, I’m under attack. Enemy Titan – Leviathan-class – attacking me, I can’t warp.” She heard the acknowledgement and began to move her ship, heading straight towards the star. Quickly she gained distance, the Titan-class ship was far slower then she expected. With an exultant cry she left disruptor range and warped several thousand kilometres towards the sun, her new friends warping into her position. “What Titan?” Usagi’s friend asked, sounding bored.

An explosion tore the silence apart. The second Guristas ship breaching as a torpedo engulfed the small vessel in its massive corona. A smouldering wreck took the place of what had once been a nimble ship.
Usagi cursed as she threw her ship about and opened fire as the Leviathan sent out a wave of Hornet Light Drones. A switch clicked in place within Mei’s mind. “I have an idea, how many missiles do you have in your hold?”
“I have six thousand missiles left, why?” Usagi asked, confused. Following Mei’s instructions, she jettisoned 5,000 of her missiles into space, as a Hobgoblin Light Drone flew past and engaged the enemy drones. “Keep big boy there busy then run when I say.” Mei said as she turned around, warping to the star.

“It’s been an honour flying with you guys.” Mei said over the internal intercoms. It had been. They were the best two crewmen she had ever known and was considering raising their pay once she passed the tests to become a Capsuleer.
If her sensors were right, this little red dwarf star was unstable, and in theory, a big enough detonation would cause it to turn nova.
She hoped...

Her crew had left the frigate and were travelling home in their escape pods whilst she muttered a hopeful prayer to every God she could think of. This had to work, if it did, she’d be single-handedly striking a massive blow to the Caldari Navy in the destruction of one of their most powerful vessels.
The red glow and heat in the cockpit intensified as she drew closer, shield systems struggling to compensate.
She had to get closer. But the heat, the light, so intense...
She had to do this, her consciousness was slipping. Longing for the deep, cool darkness was awaited her. Shaking her head, she focused on her task. I must do this. If my life needs to be used like this to harm the State, then I shall do this, she thought.
“Run, now,” she managed to say over the fleet channel before the darkness engulfed her.

The star went nova.
Caught up in the sudden, violent explosion, the Leviathan was ripped open, spilling its pressurised guts into the void. It burst like a swollen balloon, spinning around under its shuddering impact and spewing its contents in a trail of fire behind itself. Then it was gone...

Tuesday, 1 December 2009


A new mail notifier blinks as I awake from my sleep cycle.
My toys are going to be recalled and rebuilt to the latest technology. As much as I'd love to see what changes the engineers will implement on my ship collection, I am worried.
The Worm, Gila and my other Factional ships are all perfectly fitted for my combat style. The whispers in the wind had come through to me: my favourite ships - Guristas ships - will gain a bay for drones.
I'm glad I trained up into drone control.

Here is to the winds of fate and engineering.

I hope they return my ships better then they were beforehand.

Monday, 16 November 2009

Hokori o motsu.

----Private communications - (Chan ID - 512294) ----
A single tear rolls down my cheek,
With thoughts of my beloved,

Jesia, you hold my heart,
First and last,
Always in my thoughts.

Looking out,
An obsidian cloak enshrouds me,
A miriad of stars,
Picking one, hoping you're looking,
Toward the same.

How I long,
To see your smile,
And hold you close,
My loving embrace.

I miss you more,
The you may know...

I sigh, looking at the comms desk. "I will be there as soon as I can, until then - look after yourself my love."
----End message----
Blowing a kiss I end the message.

Leaning over and looking around the comms room, I sigh again.
Today is going to be longer then any others past, but, I know I will return as soon as I can. A steely glare from the comms officer directed my way. Smiling I step back and return to my quarters.

With an involuntary groan, I slowly lower myself onto the pallet they call a bed - it's been too long since I was last in my capsule.
"Well," I say to myself, "time to see about coming home."

Thursday, 12 November 2009

Random poem. (OOC)

Given your lack of style,
Your listless memories,
And filtered appologies.

I'd like you to know,
You stain my heart with smiles,
Such beautiful stains,
To cover the other ones.

I lost your false teeth in the washing machine,
But it's okay, because they're clean,
Now - atleast - more then before.

For you thought they had melted,
Now my puppy wears them,
Smiling all the time,
But her eyes speak disappointment,
Or worry, or fear.

A pilot once told me,
Be original, or be the same,
But don't pretend to eat your broccoli,
Only to give it to your toothless puppy.

I smiled, in return, eating my broccoli,
Right over my shoulder,
Onto the ground,
Where Gummy picked it up right away.

Feel my heart?
It beats too quickly,
Overloading my judgement.

Suddenly I am unable to hold back,
And five unfortunate warriors are disemboweled...

Funny to think, instead of reacting,
Hitting every time, sending enemies crying to pappa leader...

Good they don't know it's a masquerade,
A close fitting skin over this one,
Protecting me from frozen waters...
Freezing waters.

And a gargoyle of a human, sinking to the bottom,
With a look of sheer cold on it's face...
Plummets to it's icy grave.

Smiling, screaming, clenching teeth,
Wishing, dreaming, drenching wood,
Among other flammable unthawed decencies...

I wish you were there to see it,
In its glory, an honourable death,
So honourable, infact, you should have seen it.

So sorry, though, you were asleep,
Do you remind me of my forgetfulness?

I am lost in this reverie,
Forgetting to frown,
Forgetting to feel pain.

You bring me out of my masochism,
Unfortunate for my hungry, lifeless instruments.

So thank you,
I feel alive.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Planetside romp.

The handle drifts lazily over the back of my right hand, effortlessly catching - blade pointed downward.
I grit my teeth as salty sweat drips down my cheek, mixing with blood in a fresh gash. A crimson smile across milky flesh.
My nemesis - like the mindless beast it is - circles slowly, snarling. It's large fangs glistening.
It strikes. Rushing headlong towards me, my body poised and balanced, ready to strike with the 18cm daggers in my hands.

My heart skips a beat as I hesitate, the sickening crunch as the beast collides with me.
I land some 5 meters from the beast, pawing it's face as I search through the mouldering leaf litter. A quick glance tells me where one of my blades landed. The handle of my dagger sticking out of the side of its face.
A non-fatal blow. "Where are you dammit," I say through gritted teeth, still searching the litter for my other dagger.
The beast rears. Loud, raucous, ear splitting howls. So beastial and raw, my skin crawling, a shiver sending unnerving shudders down my spine, wishing I had a more substantial weapon - a sword, maybe a small arm.
I see a glint in the corner of my eye, the matt black blade of my other dagger. I make a lunge and grab at the hilt.

The ground shudders, then the beast howls again. I roll over, as it pounces. It happens as if in slow motion.
The great beast landing on top of me, its heavy mass pushing me into the sodden earth.
Gaping maw opening, exposing rows of large, razor sharp teeth, the carrion stench of its breath washing over me, making my eyes water with the rancid smell.
My life flashes before my eyes, thinking this will be my last memory until the medics pull my new clone out of the tank...

The deafening roar again then silence. Beautiful, milky black. Peace.
A gloating laugh and a heavy weight crushing my chest.
I look down and yelp in suprise, the severed head of the beast glaring, snarling up at me with glassy eyes, "isn't hunting fun?" A familiar voice chides. Groaning I look up, "Mei, why don't you just help me up?"

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Why you little... (OOC)

Okay, so giving up cigarettes is a long and stressful process.
So, give thanks to all that I'm giving up that filthy habit and totally trashed my laptop because that little thread of calmness was shattered as I got PKed repeatedly by the same person.

Yes - PK. Old fashioned as it is, there are still games that use that system, and I wish I went into EVE and just spoke to people and spun my ship collection, randomly hopping between stations, or taking my Mega to Dixie for EVE-Radio mission fleets.

So here I am, on a borrowed PC I can't download anything staring forlornly at the smouldering wreck that is - was - my laptop.
Stupid highly addictive bad for the health thingy...

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Ride of the Slugge-ery.

My audio systems linked to EVE-Radio, listening to DJ Wiggles, one of the best DJs. Atleast in my oppinion.
Two simple words: Cruiser fight.
I'm up for that...

An open invitation for a fight with other capsuleers, 5 million ISK entry fee and a few restrictions.
Tech 1 Cruiser class vessels, any race, no ECM, no cloaking. I send the order to refit my Vexor class Cruiser to the specifications and make my way to Bawilan, entry fee paid.

Nothing like a nice friendly fight with other pod pilots.

I arrive in the system and immediately warp to the Bawilan I - Federal Freight Storage station to have my ship specifications checked by Wiggles, looking at the others, to see what I'm up against.
Most of the fighters in Vexor class Cruisers, a Caracal, and 2 Ruptures. This will be interesting.

Our navigation computers linking, gang warp to the Archee gate.
Jumping on contact. Another gang warp to the location of the fight.

We wait, orbiting the canister between 15km and 25km.
The order to fight given.

Immediately I kick in my Microwarpdrive, heading straight for Beard Ponderer. My ship shuddering as missiles impact off my shields., I begin to turn and engage the Caracal, damage leaking into my armor. Armor repair systems online, trying to take the damage dealt.
Not enough.
The damage leaking into my structure as I brace and prepare for the boom...

I shiver as my pod enters space, camera drone orbiting as I watch the rest of the fight.
A good fight, if not a quick one for me.

There will be other times.

Friday, 9 October 2009

Downtime. (OOC)

One hour. That's it.
This has to be the longest hour of the day - downtime. DT as most people call it.

I was going to sign in and play with my shiney new Hawk in a couple L2 missions - maybe try her out in a L3 - but decided against it to run some maintenance on my laptop and make a few calls.
Well, that was a bad idea. Now I have 4o some minutes until DT finishes.
I have a plan for after DT, I'm going to find and harass me some miners in my Hawk.

Thirty minutes until server comes back...
Jack Off Jill comes on, trying to work out a fitting for my Hawk.
Death Day ~ Alien Ant Farm, fit complete, here it is:

[Hawk, Dossie Hawk]
Ballistic Control System II
Co-Processor II

Small Shield Booster II
Invulnerability Field II
1MN Afterburner II
Warp Scrambler II

Standard Missile Launcher II, Caldari Navy Bloodclaw Light Missile
Standard Missile Launcher II, Caldari Navy Bloodclaw Light Missile
Standard Missile Launcher II, Caldari Navy Bloodclaw Light Missile
Standard Missile Launcher II, Caldari Navy Bloodclaw Light Missile
[empty high slot]

Small Warhead Calefaction Catalyst I
Small Bay Loading Accelerator I

Cap stable, decent DPS & volley damage and tank with a Scram.
Kets get back into EVE and make some explosions. =P

Weeee, Zoom!

Synchronising our warp, the 3 Frigate class vessels arrive at the gate.
Seraphina in 'Mystique,' a Succubus class Frigate, a new capsuleer callsign 'Cannabalize' in his Merlin class Frigate and my Chiropterran, a Harpy class Assault Ship, based off the Merlin class hull.

We activate the gate, slipping into the first area, immediately greated by 4 Angel Cartel Cruisers. Our engine and Afterburner systems fire up, approaching the enemy vessels.
Internal systems alerting me, all enemy vessels targetting. I smile and answer, starting my targetting systems and begin to engage.
Hyper-velocity Antimatter death spewing forth from my four 125mm Railgun IIs, rotating my camera drone, to view Cannibalize. I've been training and moulding this young pilot. He's intelligent and a fast learner, I'd like him to file transfer papers to join the White Rabbits...

She's a good ship, and I've just purchased a Hawk class Assault Ship.
Let's see if my missile skills will prove their worth.

Monday, 5 October 2009

Vacation in a can.

Three days wasted. My latest aquisition - a Harpy class Assault Ship sat in the dock being loaded and prepared to leave.
I'm off on a hunting trip and have a locus gravity container filled to the top with Javelin S rounds. Today I shall be scouting Stacmon...

Nothing but a few unknown miners. Disappointing. But a few new chances.
Oppertunity knocks as I warp into the second belt, a Retriever with a canister floating beside it. Pushing my search for information aside, I kick in the Afterburner and approach the can belonging to 'LE4u5,' jettisoning my own and transferring his hard mined ore into it. I sit and wait, the can of rocks floating idley beside my ship. The Retriever class Mining Barge warping away.
I sit and wait for a moment then destroy the ill gotten gains. He wasn't coming back.
Two more belts down, a few low-ranking Serpentis pilots down. I engage my warp drive to fly to the next belt and an Executioner class Frigate enters behind me. LE4u5. Damn, too late. I call out in the local NeoComm channel as I land in the belt, "LE4u5, I'm in belt IX - 1, come fight me if you feel it absolutely neccesary." No response. Four more low-ranking Serpentis pilots arrive in the belt and I immediately engage, my 125mm Railgun IIs tearing them to shreds.
I scan the wrecks and my sensors alert me to a new ship within scanner range. Executioner class Frigate belonging to LE4u5. Excellent! My onboard computer alerts me to his lock-on, responding in kind I return lock.
Laser fire streaking space, lightspeed bolts of super-heated light causing electromagnetic damage on my shield systems - the weak point of all shield systems. I approach and begin warp scrambling him, hoping the effect of my Warp Scrambler II would nullify his Microwarpdrive. Constant speed, odd.
Engaging my Nosferatu and four 125mm Railgun II turrets, I engage. His sheilds melting in seconds - a mere 3 volleys - his armor disintegrating under my sustained fire.
How is his ship fitted? Why is his armor being demolished so fast? I begin to suspect the worst. His damage may be low against me, but maybe he opted for a man-tank. Structure tanking is for real men - supposedly.
Again, I was wrong. What was this man doing? He's been a registered capsuleer for almost 2 years, was he baiting me?

The engagement ended abruptly, his ship destroyed, escape pods and his own capsule warping out.
"I should've brought out my Absolution out," he says in local. Keeping calm, breathing slowly to keep my voice calm and level - I respond. "Come out in whatever you want, I am willing to fight you in anything..."

A short conversation in local, I shant bore you with the details led me to feel something. Whether it was remorse or respect, I have no idea, but it lead me to inviting him to the recruitment channel for our Academy.
He seems an intelligent individual, maybe he will fit in well with the Guristas Associates.
Only time will tell.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

A Quiet Word in One's Ear.

I awake, looking at my chronometer. 0937. Still too early.
Laying back down, I look over to the lamp next to the bed and sigh. A casing first real ship cannon I fired turned into a simple bed-side lamp.
A sudden noise makes me jump - my NeoComm beeping to alert me of a private channel request.
"Are you the one at war with Cash Hand's Corp?" The unknown voice enquires.
"At war? No, why do you ask?" Unsure of what to make of this person. "Hmm, well either way, they moved to Stacmon. Just for your information." Then he cuts off the channel.

Who is this man, and what interests does he have with myself and Industry Infamous?
Well, I may just have to find out. I have missed Gallente space, and a short vacation would be beneficial for my health...

Wednesday, 30 September 2009

A Devoted Career Path.

By the numbers we called them...
Belt VIII-3 clear, warping to the next. "Belt III-1 clear."
"Not another boring night belt hoppi-," I get cut off, "2 Hulks, Retriever, Bestower with a can in belt VI-1. I'm heading to the can, going to flip them." Giggling, I roger then begin aligning to the belt, "warping to the belt."

I drop out of warp, a grin on my face as I see Bella's Arbitrator class Cruiser, swiftly kicking in my Microwarpdrive and approaching in my Vexor class Cruiser. I stop and sit, waiting for them to agress.
The Bestower starts to move, it's cumbersome mass shuddering as it turns, the bloated dance of an overfed slaver hound. Readying my weapons to fire incase he was foolish enough to engage. Sensors picking up the velocity as he warps away. Off scan.
That was disappointing...
Several low-ranking Guristas appear on scan, two immediately targetting the weaker Retriever class Mining Barge. They engage and start tearing up the shield systems, the other two ganging up on one of the Hulks.

Outmatched, the other Despoiler rank Guristas Frigates get destroyed swiftly by the Hulk's Warrior II Light Combat Drones. I sigh and begin scanning the Retriever. 50% shields. Speaking to Bella over comms, giggling about the plight of the evidently oblivious Mining Barge.
Bella scans the ship, signs of life detected, capsule... had the pilot fallen asleep? Why weren't the Hulk's drones coming to their Corp mate's aid?
The shields finally crumble, armor melting rapidly as we watch, now into structure...
The hapless beast ruptures, the warp coil exploding under the strain. Quickly seizing the oppertunity, Bella checks the wreckage. Struck gold. One Erin Mining Laser Upgrade in the mangled structure, as well as some of the ore and other ship modules.
The capsule warps away. We wait again.

As I was about to give the order to leave, a Devoter class Heavy Interdictor appears, her war tunnel collapsing.
A dirty yellow canister icon appearing on the overview instead of our nice clean white icon. His ship aggressed.
Targetting him, we open fire, and engage our warp disruptors. Bella's Arbitrator primaried. I let loose my drones on the enemy ship, swiftly engaging my targetting matrixes to repair Bella's armor.
Cap running dry, booster popped. That's more healthy.
The Devoter's shield dying quickly. The damage on Bella slowing, he's switching target. Bella calling out, her drones gaining the agression. She recalls them and sends out Valkyrie class Medium Attack Drones in their place. Grinding away on the armor, cursing the Amarr for making such resilient armor. Bella's Energy Neutraliser systems stopping as I assume her capacitor couldn't take the strain, her Vampires still merrily sucking away on our target's power core.
His armor begins to melt under our onslaught, adrenaline coursing through my body.
Into structure, he fights back with valor as his once noble ship begins to be torn apart. Hyper velocity rounds peppering rents into his ship.

A moment of silence as the vessel begins to explode - the reason I became a capsuleer.
My heart beating as I look out, the capsule floating for a moment. A good fight.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Deadly Nightshade.

Checking my systems as I prepare my Amarr Navy Slicer, I see a new Corp member - Belladonna Dire. I smile and walk over to her, and ask what she was doing.
She seems interesting and willing to learn.
I invite her out with me for something a little more fun then killing low-ranking rebels - I was going out to harass other capsuleers. We create a fleet and and meet together in a safe location to run through the basics of what we were going to do.

Searching through the belts in Usi we find nothing of interest.
Linking our computer systems together as we meet in Usi VI - belt 3, I gang warp to the Jeras gate. A simple order over comms, "jump on contact, once we get into Jeras - you take the first asteroid belt on the list, I'll take the last - report any findings."
Jeras was bland, flavorless... no one wanted to play.

Oijamon, Osprey class Cruiser on my directional scan.
It comes into visual range, a canister full of ore beside him. Kicking my Afterburner into life and heading to the can, I call to Bella over comms, "Osprey in belt, warp to my position."
Standard protocol, a can jettisoned from my ship and his ore transfered from his to mine.
Bella arrives in the belt, "Target and orbit the Osprey, if he engages or tries to take his ore back, open fire." She confirms and I see her moving into position.
Nothing... his engines coming to life as Bella watches him. "He's aligning to a station."
As we watch him warp away I order the can destroyed, I'm beginning to like this new pilot.

We head back to Usi, then onto Ishomilken and rendezvous with 2 TBRA pilots. A Hawk class Assault Frigate and a Thrasher class Destroyer joining our two Amarr Navy Slicers. Setting our course to Old Man Star. Looking for more interesting opportunities.
Not a lot to report enroute...

Oinasiken, Drake on directional scanner. Sending my fleet to search the asteroid belts, I head towards the Caldari control bunker.
A slight shiver as my comfortable, quick Slicer decelerates, the warp tunnel collapses, the Darke in visual range. I target the ship and engage my Afterburner. Warp disruptor engaging and shutting down his warp core. "I have the Drake, warp to me."
The fleet warps in and the Drake looses his Drones. We start to primary the Hobgoblin IIs, taking out a few.
Taking heavy damage as an Eagle appears in visual range, the Drake tearing my Slicer apart with his Drones and missiles. A resounding "good fight" coming through local.

It was a fun roam, but the fleet lost. Hopefully next time we'll do better.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Karma to Burn

The end of a chapter. One of my favourite ships destroyed.
I'll miss her, and know I'll be hard pressed to replace her - but all good things must come to an end.

A new local, Jack Carnifex. Hopefully not another of those mindless automated mining drones most intelligent people dislike.
His Hulk class Exhumer sat, surrounded by five canisters. I fly over and give his ship a gentle 440m/s nudge and begin the targetting protocols. "What? Are you calling me a macro miner?" He asks. "I was concidering doing a little asset redistribution, I'd blow up Jenna Talls, but it's a macro and most likely still has a wardec on." I sit there beside his canisters as he warps off, "Can you fit all of that in your giant rusty penis?" Giggling as I watch his Bustard Transport ship engulf the ore from the cans. "It has 5 low slots, 33356 m3."
"So, do you have a combat ship, or are you a complete carebear?" I enquire. "Yes. But not in usi." He sighs.
"I has a combat ship!" Pipes up an Achura by the name of Prozacxx. I look at the newcomer's information, "Cruiser?" "I has cruiser, where is pew?" She replies, giggling like a slaver hound with a new toy. "Bottom belt"
A Rupture class Cruiser warps in and I take a moment to look at it. Should I engage or not I ask myself. I shrug and smile, switching on my warp disruptor. It's a good day to die.
I approach at my maximum velocity and release my Hammerhead IIs, her Micro Warpdrive always nudging her out of range for my guns. From the moment I engage, I regret the decision.
One minute passes, she's into armor, no visible or noticeable tank, my shields long gone and armor repair units struggling to keep up with the incoming damage.
The end of my karma.
Good fight we agree, "I'm gonna miss that ship," chuckling as I dock my capsule.
"Hehe, put a mwd next time though. Afterburner makes ship sad."
I sigh and work out how much time it'll take to replace her, slugging out missions with my agent. Well, a lesson to learn. Always fit a Micro Warpdrive and ensure you're 100% certain as you engage.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

Cry havoc the dogs of war.

Saturday, 19th - Talk Like a Pirate Day:
Gliding out of Usi V - Corporate Police Force station in Karma to Burn.
I have new toys to play with - Hobgoblin II Light Combat Drones. A few hours until I can use the Tech 2 Hammerhead Medium Combat Drones.
I land on the Jeras gate and activate the jump sequence. A quick scan of local and a few mining ships in local and some soft targets. "Ahoy ye scurvey dogs," I broadcast on the local channel.
I search using my ship's onboard directional scanner, hunting down the ship location. Two Frigates, one mining barge on scan, 5 degrees. Warping to the belt I see a new friend - Boydy. His Navitas class Frigate idley floating beside it's can. I kick in the Afterburner unit and stream towards him, readying the crew to exchange can. Canister exchanged and I sit, waiting, "you know the drill."
The young Gallentean fuming, his anger boiling over.
His Corp mate, Urial arrives at the belt in his Prophecey class Battlecruiser and begins targetting my Cruiser. I switch on my Afterburner unit and begin to approach the newcomer.
A flash and an affermation - he agressed, webbed me, I can now legally shoot back under the CONCORD rights of agression act. Drones released.
"Thats it warp away slag, fucking wench. You know whats good for you" Boydy screams over local. I chuckle and respond, "aye, he got me webbed, I can warp any time."
A short skirmish, my Hobgoblin IIs and Light Neutron Blaster IIs tearing holes into his ship. Moments later, Uriall is sat in his capsule, his crew's escape pods fleeing then scene. A good, if not short fight. "Oh well," he says over the local comms channel...

Sunday, 20th - Kaimon - Another day of smack talk:
Megathong - sturdy and deadly - Megathron class Battleship. She's a good ship for missions, but I still need to work on my gunnery skills.
As I undock and look into local, members of the Crucial Alliance are trash talking in local.
From local (edited to be shorter):
Makav3li > so are you someones alt kielle?
Dossie Kielle > I am myself, my dear.
Makav3li > just curious
Midnite caller > as we said mate get more than 6months on your first before u smack talk to us ok
Midnite caller > your paint is still wet and ur nuts aint droppe dyet
CPT DelToro > Maybe so, but we'll see soon. I promise. You just save that money you been spending. Your gonna need it.
Xclie > lol w/e let go 1 on 1
Xclie > or dide you just come here to cry?
Xclie > ???
Dossie Kielle > I thought there was a foul stench in the air. Hi -CTI-. o/
xXDarkRavenXx > I am here to give ya'all a msg =) Everto Rex Regis alliance is on hold temp. We are excited that you have wasted the isk on the merc corps you hired =p
xXDarkRavenXx > But keep your eyes open... cause we got a really big suprise comming for ya =p
xXDarkRavenXx > and your going to squeel like a lil piggy!
Sir Louis > /emote scrathes his nuts
xXDarkRavenXx > \o/ the plan is comming together hahahaha
xXDarkRavenXx > just pay close attention Sir Louis =)
Sir Louis > blah blah
xXDarkRavenXx > cause we are comming bck with friends =p
Sir Louis > u better
xXDarkRavenXx > oh trust me..... we willxXDarkRavenXx > you dont even know do you
xXDarkRavenXx > you have no clue no idea
Sir Louis > you us your friends our friends it will be a big party all over your ego
xXDarkRavenXx > you have no friends
xXDarkRavenXx > you just pay massive isk to bail you out and still cant get them to show up on time or do a proper job
xXDarkRavenXx > =p
Dossie Kielle > Louis, I just had to lol about your mail. I mean seriously.
Sir Louis > dossie in a mega lol
Belladonna Dire > You clearly have no idea who TGA is >.>
Belladonna Dire > /emote gives dossie space
Dossie Kielle > Yes, it's a good mission ship. =]
Sir Louis > yeah but u need skills to fly it
Dossie Kielle > Yes, I'm training up Med Rail Spec 4 so I can get T2 Rails on it. =]
xXDarkRavenXx > Dossie you dont have to worry about them... they need to hire out to pvp
Yuller > hi midnight
Yuller > wwhats going on you sexy transsexual
Cashews > ok, who managed to wardec Sebiestor tribe..
Dossie Kielle > Yuller, Crucial is threatening to wardec my Alliance. I r so scaerd.
xXDarkRavenXx > lol
Yuller > damn
xXDarkRavenXx > dont worry they got nothing to dec you with
Yuller > they are killers
Dossie Kielle > LOL
Yuller >
xXDarkRavenXx > beware of cloaking!
Yuller > i mean look at that
Angel Violette > do they have money for more mercs ?
Yuller > they scare me
xXDarkRavenXx > prob not
xXDarkRavenXx > im sure he's well tapped
Angel Violette > well midnite has a bunch of macro miners
xXDarkRavenXx > and must be loving it that the isk he wasted is burned for nothing
Dossie Kielle > And in my system, that's just bad.
xXDarkRavenXx > aww we made him log off
Dossie Kielle > 23:35:00 Combat Your group of 425mm Prototype I Gauss Gun lightly hits Pressure Silo, doing 1234.5 damage.
Anlarna VonCarstein > lmfao
Belladonna Dire > x)
Dossie Kielle > My guns can count~! \o/
SeneschaI > lol
Sir Louis > hey seri come on in
Dossie Kielle > I see the macro miners are also stealing my agent base...
xXDarkRavenXx > prob Midnites alts
Yuller > i linked a few and they left
Dossie Kielle > lol
xXDarkRavenXx > lol
Midnite caller > lol no allaince left now yuller or what
Midnite caller > your corp next
Dossie Kielle > I'm guessing Cinse is one of his macro alts.
xXDarkRavenXx > Midnite you really are a moron huh
shadowgirl9 > hahahahaha
xXDarkRavenXx > cause you stay docked
xXDarkRavenXx > =p
xXDarkRavenXx > or in a pos bubble
Makav3li > right
xXDarkRavenXx > and having to pay for merc's is the leadership loosing isk
Makav3li > lol
Yuller > i didn't know a rattlesnake could mine
Makav3li > so youre done decing i take it?
xXDarkRavenXx > and the Domination Medium Control Tower is leadership of cruicial loosing isk
Sir Louis > friends dont pay
xXDarkRavenXx > nah mak
Makav3li > is this like your final horray?
xXDarkRavenXx > this is just the start of even more
Dossie Kielle > Maybe they gave you a freebie for the amount of wardecs you've paid them for?
Makav3li > care to explain?
xXDarkRavenXx > you will see in 48H
Makav3li > oh okay
xXDarkRavenXx > it will explain itself
Makav3li > want to be a little more vague?
Yuller > he doesn't know does he
Sir Louis > dossie ur the only one giving freebees
Dossie Kielle > Anyway, going into another system for a missions. o/
Makav3li > enjoy

Quite funny in my opinion. I guess war will be on the cards, and after getting some threatening mail:
2009.09.20 22:58
we just broke thier alliance up yours is next and we r gonna tell your ceo why .........

and forwarding it to my Alliance leader, the great Frederic 'Gilgamesh1980' Chopin, we had a good joke at their expense.
Maybe we will get into the wardec, or maybe we'll have less threats once he realises it will be their worse idea even after paying for mercenaries to come in and fight us.
For freedom and profit. And maybe some more of those explosions I love.

Thursday, 17 September 2009


I drop out of warp and survey the scene, my camera drone picks up a Kronos class Marauder coming out of her warp tunnel, a Guristas emblem on the side next to the ship name 'Lotus.'
I smile as I recognise the callsign. The other ship slips alongside mine and holds position.
We wait. Angel Cartel pilots appear on scan - time to try out my Megathron class Battleship. I rotate my camera drone and watch as 'Lotus' begins to move forward, her massive 425mm Railguns coming to life. I turn my ship and begin engaging the nearest Angel Battleship, answering their fire with my own 425mm Railguns.
I open fleet communications, "warp to me, we can handle the incoming damage." Moments later, a Dominix and a Raven class Battleship drop out of warp a few short kilometers off both the Megathron varients.
A quick glance at 'Lotus,' cool and collected as ever, her guns cycling as we all strike the local Angel Cartel a damaging blow. Missiles firing, drones swarming and hyper velocity Antimatter rounds annihalating everything in range...
The final area cleared and a few moments. I turn my Megathron around and approach 'Lotus.'
I hear a giggle over the fleet Neocomm channel and adjust my view.
Giggling as I move a little closer, gently nudging the under side of 'Lotus' and take a picture.
That was worth saving.
"What are you two giggling about?" Asked Callibi. We giggle a little more as we see Laamet's Dominix appear on scan, then Callibi's Raven and a new addition to our fleet: a Prophecy class Battlecruiser belonging to Jasimine Yokosuka.
I hear her giggle as she looks at the position of our ships, and fire a quick volley from my guns. "ouch, that hurt." Then a giggle as she fires a volley from her laser turrets.
We wait a few moments then set out the plan. We know of another area of Angels, 'Lotus' will warp in first followed swiftly by the rest of he fleet. I relay the order through the internal comms channel and get ready. "I'm out of warp, come to me." We all roger and warp in, several Angel Battleships to finish our extravaganza.
Mission completed, we head back to Kaimon and dock. A healthy wallet balance and a good day of missioning.

I step out of my capsule and head straight for my quarters. Being a capsuleer is fun and an interesting lifestyle, but the ambiotic fluids inside the pod leaves a nasty residue in your hair. My clothes fall off as I start walking to the shower in my quarters.
The warm water beating off my skin as I rinse the ambiotic fluids off, singing happily to myself. I hear the door open and jump out of the shower. Pistol in hand, I slowly open the door.
A figure near my bed. Creeping stealthily behind the figure I strike, my blade streaking through the air like the fire of a beam laser. I hear the scream and turn on the light, the Kronos pilot lay on my bed, blade to her throat.
She wriggles beneath me, smiling and looking up at me through her lashes, "are you going to just drip on ?" I blush and look. Stepping back and dragging her into the shower with me I grin. "I missed you so much, Jesia..."

Monday, 14 September 2009

I can do science, me.

I've been stuck with a large amount of the damned stuff. I don't even drink, but my old friend Ms. Starkiller thought it would be a good idea to throw several crates into a canister and contract them to me. It would've been rude to turn her generousity down so right now I'm testing the stuff as an addition to my missile fuel.

First stage testing - Planet V Ishomilken:
50 rockets with the warheads removed. Tested varying amounts of fuel:spirits from 1:0 - 0:1 mixes.
Thrust measured using the rocket thrust equation:
F = m dot * Ve + (pe - p0) * Ae
Altitude measured by onboard microchips.
In theory, we found the perfect fuel:spirit ratio gaining 79.85% range over pure fuel propulsion...
In theory.

Second stage testing - Kaimon, agent mission.
My Raven class Battleship spitting Cruise missiles bringing Kielle brand destruction to my targets. Missile velocity and range increased, missile explosivity up a good portion, too. I speak through the internal comms channel, "reload the bays, we'll be dropping out of warp in 18 seconds. Engineering, how is shield integrity looking down there?" The usual acknowledgements came through the internal comms, engineering calling back. "Shields and structure are fine, capacitor is recharging to 89%, Ma'am. We have a green light and ready for the next engagement."
Smiling I confirm, my ship shudders the warp tunnel collapses. Slowly decellerating as we reach the final area of the Angel Cartel complex. Two Battleships, two Battlecruisers and one Destroyer awaiting me. Sirens sound as the computer system detects positive locks, then impacts.
I begin to boost my shield systems in short bursts, keeping them stable around 80%. I launch my drones and send them to engage the Destroyer whilst my new and improved Devastator Cruise missiles tear easily through the Angel Battlecruisers.
First wave decimated, a second warping in. Good, more ships to destroy, and more bounties for me. My Hammerhead drones - acting like the mindless automatons they are - make a b-line straight for the nearest target. Merrily chewing through the shields of the ship, the explosion off the bow shuddering my vessel. Another group of ships warping in.
I activate the internal comms. "Prepare to warp, this is getting a little heat-" I get cut off as my Battleship shudders violently, torpedo impacts directly on my shields. I try to compensate as the onslaught continues. I turn the vessel and accelerate to warp. Nothing. Feth, we're being warp scrambled. I need to kill that frigate.
My overview lighting up as more Frigates start to scramble me...
Shields failed, my capacitor almost dry, I call below decks, "prepare for emergency ejection, shields are almost gone and the structure will melt quickly under this sustained fire!"
Too late. Torpedoes, missiles and cannons tearing through my shields, boosting in vain as the damage starts to leak into the spartan armor.
Seconds turning into hours as I sit, bracing myself in my capsule for the explosion, my crew and families jetisoning in their own escape pods. First in last out. The munitions loaders and handlers just reaching their pods as a fluke missile strikes through one of missile tubes.
Blood curdling screams flood over the comms system as the augmented missiles begin to explode. My beautiful ship being ripped to shreds from inside and out, then the final boom as the last of my missiles and Angel weapons cause a catastrophic reaction in the power plant.
My ship... my crew! Floating for a moment in my capsule checking the aftermath. Onboard computer relaying information directly into my brain. All but 8 escape pods got free. Another moment of silence. Respect for lost crew.
My mission was completed Just moments before the loss of my Raven and those crew members, but no amount of ISK will replace them.
I dock and get my reward for the mission and arrange for money transfers to be sent out.
36 lost crew, 27 families to inform and a measely sum of 108million ISK distributed between the families. Pocket change to me, a lifetime of riches to them.

I shall miss them.
I raise a cup of my finest tea to them. May they find peace and happiness in their next lives.

Saturday, 12 September 2009

Saturday night smack talk (OOC)

Merrily mining with Corp mates and a familiar face pops into local.
The poor sods, I've harassed them enough over the last few days, but they don't learn. Calling someone a 'cunt' in local isn't the best way to go about things - especially when you're new to the area and the crazy bitch you're typing obscenities at is a local personality.
Maybe I'm exaggerating on that score, but my Alliance are well known and most of its members are very well versed in PvP. You've got to be if you want to make a living as a pirate.

So here is my usual chatlog [un-edited.]
[ 2009.09.12 20:55:32 ] Mia Shawley > miss click LT?
[ 2009.09.12 20:56:01 ] Dossie Kielle > Harassing TWR again, LT? lol
[ 2009.09.12 20:56:12 ] Longtooth > miss click aye
[ 2009.09.12 20:56:18 ] Longtooth > and I would never dream of harrassing TWR
[ 2009.09.12 20:56:22 ] Justine Death > Convoed Alice
[ 2009.09.12 20:59:07 ] Dossie Kielle > What belt?
[ 2009.09.12 21:03:51 ] Alice Conway > that aint a miner dossie
[ 2009.09.12 21:03:54 ] Alice Conway > /emote shoos
[ 2009.09.12 21:04:14 ] Dossie Kielle > You said to get to a belt so I undocked my Mega...
[ 2009.09.12 21:04:25 ] Justine Death > lol
[ 2009.09.12 21:04:43 ] Justine Death > im mena *Chuclkes*
[ 2009.09.12 21:05:28 ] Director Yammi > /emote gets caught in Dossie's gravitational pull and crashes his ship into one of the guns... not even a scratch remains.
[ 2009.09.12 21:06:48 ] Dossie Kielle > You want me in a mining boat?
[ 2009.09.12 21:07:16 ] Seraphina Oriana > Mining Op? Want an Orca's bonuses and an extra set of lasers?
[ 2009.09.12 21:07:43 ] Mia Shawley > orcas covered
[ 2009.09.12 21:07:54 ] Dossie Kielle > Does a Navy Vexor count as a miner? I has mining drones. xD
[ 2009.09.12 21:07:58 ] Seraphina Oriana > lol
[ 2009.09.12 21:43:24 ] Longtooth > lol
[ 2009.09.12 21:43:41 ] Seraphina Oriana > /emote protects the rocks!!!
[ 2009.09.12 21:43:45 ] Seraphina Oriana > Ours! >.<
[ 2009.09.12 21:44:10 ] Justine Death > my fleets here already lt
[ 2009.09.12 21:44:18 ] Longtooth > since I get...irrate to say the least when other people start shooting what I consider mine
[ 2009.09.12 21:44:20 ] Justine Death > :were both 1 man fleets :P
[ 2009.09.12 21:44:40 ] Longtooth > I'll extend you the courtesy I wish to see extended to myself
[ 2009.09.12 21:45:02 ] Seraphina Oriana > /emote glomps LT "Thankies"
[ 2009.09.12 21:45:34 ] Longtooth > you running 5 and 1 as well?
[ 2009.09.12 21:45:51 ] Mia Shawley > 3 at mo
[ 2009.09.12 21:45:53 ] Mia Shawley > laptop
[ 2009.09.12 21:45:59 ] Longtooth > ah
[ 2009.09.12 21:46:41 ] Justine Death > oplus only have 5 total and 2 are pure pvp
[ 2009.09.12 21:47:53 ] Longtooth > I think I'm about to piss somebody off
[ 2009.09.12 21:49:30 ] Director Yammi > all the lazers are lagging my cliant
[ 2009.09.12 21:49:41 ] Seraphina Oriana > Turn them off
[ 2009.09.12 21:49:56 ] Cash Hands > i think all of those hulks are his
[ 2009.09.12 21:52:42 ] Longtooth > who's?
[ 2009.09.12 21:52:53 ] Longtooth > oh me :D
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:15 ] Boydy > lol yeh
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:23 ] Boydy > uv just took over the belt we're on :P
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:29 ] Longtooth > you guys might wanna vacate
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:34 ] Boydy > yeh i think we will
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:35 ] Longtooth > there won't be much left here in a bit
[ 2009.09.12 21:53:41 ] Boydy > no worries :P
[ 2009.09.12 21:54:12 ] Dossie Kielle > Oh, my friends. You want me to appear in my Navy Vexor again?
[ 2009.09.12 21:57:42 ] Seraphina Oriana > I'm surprised you didn't notice them earlier Dossie darling ^-^
[ 2009.09.12 21:58:47 ] Boydy > dossie, no thanks :P
[ 2009.09.12 22:02:24 ] Dossie Kielle > I'll bring out a Frigate?
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:21 ] Cash Hands > Dossie how is RL treating you
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:41 ] Boydy > dossie.. no ur okay, thanks all the same
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:45 ] Cash Hands > Are you as big as a cunt offline as you are online
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:49 ] Cash Hands > ?
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:55 ] Seraphina Oriana > Oh she is!! ^-^
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:58 ] Dossie Kielle > I'm a bitch, get it right.
[ 2009.09.12 22:03:59 ] Seraphina Oriana > That's why I love her.
[ 2009.09.12 22:04:22 ] Boydy > she musn't be gettina any, thats all i can say :P
[ 2009.09.12 22:04:40 ] Cash Hands > It is coming to that time of the month tbh
[ 2009.09.12 22:04:48 ] Boydy > seems so!
[ 2009.09.12 22:04:55 ] Cash Hands > damn
[ 2009.09.12 22:04:58 ] Cash Hands > what a hag
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:01 ] Boydy > :P
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:03 ] Dossie Kielle > Oh hunni, I get wild casual girl-on-girl sex atleast every other day.
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:16 ] Boydy > haha.. butch
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:29 ] Cash Hands > OMFG i love the smell of bullshit in the evening
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:39 ] Director Yammi > umm, idk whether to be aroused or confused...
[ 2009.09.12 22:05:59 ] Cash Hands > dossie are you one of them butch lezzers?
[ 2009.09.12 22:06:04 ] Seraphina Oriana > /emote wispers to Cash "Dossie is a gurl in RL with bewbies and everything"
[ 2009.09.12 22:06:10 ] Boydy > with short hair like a lad?
[ 2009.09.12 22:06:43 ] Dossie Kielle > Ask LT and any of the Wabbits that seen me. I have long hair and bewbs and everything girly.
[ 2009.09.12 22:06:57 ] Justine Death > ^this
[ 2009.09.12 22:07:08 ] Seraphina Oriana > /emote nods
[ 2009.09.12 22:07:24 ] Seraphina Oriana > Oh! Dossie, will you be coming to my b/day party in a few weeks?
[ 2009.09.12 22:07:45 ] Boydy > shame about the face then i bet dossie
[ 2009.09.12 22:07:57 ] Mia Shawley > /emote is 2 in about 17days
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:02 ] Mia Shawley > 21
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:05 ] Seraphina Oriana > lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:11 ] Seraphina Oriana > I'm 23 on the 23rd of this month
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:17 ] Director Yammi > i'm 21 in 3 months
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:19 ] Dossie Kielle > Boydy, learn to smack talk better to someone that actually doesn't care. =o
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:20 ] Seraphina Oriana > So that's what? Eleven days or so?
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:32 ] Mia Shawley > 21 oith the 300th
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:41 ] Mia Shawley > - a 0 dam lag laptop :(
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:44 ] Seraphina Oriana > lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:46 ] Dossie Kielle > Mia's 2 soon. xD
[ 2009.09.12 22:08:56 ] Longtooth > I haven't seen any pics of you Dossie but you sound hawt on vent ;)
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:19 ] Seraphina Oriana > Did you not see her pic in the Rabbits who's who forum?
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:27 ] Seraphina Oriana > There was pics of Gil there too ^-^
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:37 ] Seraphina Oriana > I wouldn't put him to his voice.
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:43 ] Longtooth > I just threw up a little in my mouth
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:47 ] Longtooth > and no I missed the Dossie pics
[ 2009.09.12 22:09:48 ] Dossie Kielle > *Generic photo of me flipping the bird.*
[ 2009.09.12 22:10:20 ] Longtooth > priceless pose
[ 2009.09.12 22:13:27 ] Dossie Kielle > So mister Cash, want to smack talk any more?
[ 2009.09.12 22:13:37 ] Longtooth > I think he's busy :D
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:02 ] Dossie Kielle > He better not be fapping. -.-
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:15 ] Longtooth > wanna take odds?
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:18 ] Dossie Kielle > OMG nerd girl! *Fapfapfap.*
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:25 ] Longtooth > LOL
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:26 ] Seraphina Oriana > /emote giggles
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:30 ] Justine Death > 3-1 he is
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:35 ] Longtooth > absolutely
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:46 ] Longtooth > first real gurl he's seen since mummy
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:47 ] Justine Death > and yes thats right way round bet 3 win 1 :P
[ 2009.09.12 22:14:47 ] Seraphina Oriana > 1-1 - there's no doubt lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:02 ] Justine Death > 3-1 is worse then evens sere aka more sure thing
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:14 ] Seraphina Oriana > 8)
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:25 ] Justine Death > 1-3*
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:29 ] Cash Hands > Oh - your still going on about yourself?
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:33 ] Justine Death > my bad :P
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:37 ] Dossie Kielle > I'd bet all my ships he'll deny fapping.
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:38 ] Cash Hands > Cash Hands > I hate girls who think they're pretty when they preach on about it when i've seen prettier things between my balls and arsehole
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:40 ] Seraphina Oriana > I did wonder Jd lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:42 ] Cash Hands > from corp chat
[ 2009.09.12 22:15:51 ] Cash Hands > enjoy
[ 2009.09.12 22:16:29 ] Dossie Kielle > Cash Hands, I know I'm me, that's it. I'm not as hot as Salma Hayek and there are prettier women then me out there.
[ 2009.09.12 22:16:48 ] Cash Hands > dont go posting your scary pic around you hag
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:02 ] Dossie Kielle > But atleast I'm not a fat balding middle aged man whos only sexual relief is his hand.
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:17 ] Longtooth > and staring at the hawt pic on his eve account
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:23 ] Director Yammi > /emote believes this channel just became a minefeild...
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:42 ] Seraphina Oriana > Local is always a minefield Yammi x)
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:47 ] Cash Hands > lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:52 ] Dossie Kielle > Welcome to Usi, Yammi. =]
[ 2009.09.12 22:17:58 ] Cash Hands > fat, balding and middle aged .. lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:01 ] Cash Hands > LOL
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:03 ] Cash Hands > yeh
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:06 ] Cash Hands > ... good one
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:27 ] Dossie Kielle > Oh, so you're a sexually frustrated 12-16 year old?
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:40 ] Cash Hands > lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:55 ] Cash Hands > sexually frustrated
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:57 ] Cash Hands > lol
[ 2009.09.12 22:18:59 ] Cash Hands > yeh
[ 2009.09.12 22:19:35 ] Dossie Kielle > You're not denying it, either.
[ 2009.09.12 22:19:39 ] Cash Hands > Anyway i'll leave you to it
[ 2009.09.12 22:19:47 ] Cash Hands > enjoy your period
[ 2009.09.12 22:19:50 ] Longtooth > -fapfapfap-
[ 2009.09.12 22:20:48 ] Dossie Kielle > LT you sexually frustrated old man, stop looking at yourself in the mirror.
[ 2009.09.12 22:21:54 ] Longtooth > I can't help it
[ 2009.09.12 22:21:58 ] Longtooth > I'm to sexy for my shirt
[ 2009.09.12 22:22:10 ] Longtooth > and christ woman I'm only 36
So, welcome to Usi local when we start talking...
We continued to mine for some time. I'm not a miner, but it's okay when you're just talking shite in local when an Incursus comes into the belt...
More local chat nonsense:
[ 2009.09.12 23:23:56 ] Dossie Kielle > I'm more then a bird.
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:05 ] Dossie Kielle > I'm more then a plane...
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:14 ] Dossie Kielle > I'm a bird-plannnneeeee~~
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:30 ] Dossie Kielle > I'm a mother fucking bird-plaaaannnnnnneeeee~~
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:52 ] Director Yammi > /emote prepares Dossie's sedatives...
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:52 ] Dorian Geric > ramming time
[ 2009.09.12 23:24:56 ] Dossie Kielle > Roger.
[ 2009.09.12 23:25:17 ] Director Yammi > whered my can go?
[ 2009.09.12 23:25:32 ] Director Yammi > DAMMIT ORIAN!
[ 2009.09.12 23:25:43 ] Dorian Geric > hehe
[ 2009.09.12 23:25:48 ] Galerathon Oriana > It wasn't dorian, pay attention to fleet you nutter
[ 2009.09.12 23:26:00 ] Dorian Geric > can i ram you now?
[ 2009.09.12 23:26:26 ] Director Yammi > wait, hes the only one in range....
[ 2009.09.12 23:26:33 ] Dorian Geric > ?
[ 2009.09.12 23:26:55 ] Director Yammi > of my can
[ 2009.09.12 23:27:02 ] Dorian Geric > did your stock of resorces disappear
[ 2009.09.12 23:27:10 ] Galerathon Oriana > Read your fleet channel Yammi!! >.<
[ 2009.09.12 23:27:23 ] Dorian Geric > ?
[ 2009.09.12 23:27:45 ] Dorian Geric > ramming time
[ 2009.09.12 23:27:53 ] Dorian Geric > hehe
[ 2009.09.12 23:28:00 ] Dorian Geric > dink
[ 2009.09.12 23:28:08 ] Dorian Geric > dink
[ 2009.09.12 23:28:22 ] Galerathon Oriana > Oh the pain!!!
[ 2009.09.12 23:28:31 ] Galerathon Oriana > I turned around!!!
[ 2009.09.12 23:28:38 ] Galerathon Oriana > /emote falls over
[ 2009.09.12 23:29:20 ] Dorian Geric > dink
[ 2009.09.12 23:29:44 ] Dorian Geric > dink
[ 2009.09.12 23:29:57 ] Dorian Geric > good bye
[ 2009.09.12 23:30:31 ] Dossie Kielle > What? Learn from your Corp mate's experiences and decided not to fuck with me?
[ 2009.09.12 23:30:44 ] Dorian Geric > ?
[ 2009.09.12 23:31:13 ] Director Yammi > Please rape him Dossie
[ 2009.09.12 23:31:24 ] Dossie Kielle >
[ 2009.09.12 23:31:58 ] Dossie Kielle > I would've gotten the Rifter if I had a point fitted.
[ 2009.09.12 23:33:18 ] Dorian Geric > i live to ram another day!!!

With that he flees from local and to no one knows where.
We may be in highsec, but I'm still a bitch and a pirate at heart.

Friday, 11 September 2009

Highsec hijinks.

The Vexor Navy Issue slides effortlessly into the docking tube of Isho V, leaving a trail of light as its Afterburner unit shuts down. A short stop to refuel and reload as she turns to the undocking tube. Over the internal comms a metallic voice comes through the speaker, "permission to undock granted."
I align to the Usi gate and start the warp drive, a quick glance at the local Neocomm channel confirms a clear route.

Vision comes back as I shake my head. Why couldn't they make jumpgates more comfortable?
I hold on the gate collecting my thoughts. Several new names in the local channel, maybe I could have some fun.

Usi III - Belt 1:
My Cruiser class vessel shudders as her warp tunnel evaporates, I find myself in the first asteroid belt looking at an Imicus class Frigate and a Rupture class Cruiser. A deft mental nudge and my Navy Vexor's Afterburner kicks in. Approaching their location I notice a jet-can between them, obviously filling happily with ore, the two oblivious miners discarding their hard earnt rocks into the floating pinata.
My crew were well versed in the process. A short order, "ladies and gents, time to pick up that canister, they're littering my solar system."
As if by magic, the filthy yellow icon on my overview was replaced by a nice shiney white Icon - a canister labled "Yoink!" Clever touch my crew, I'll be hard pressed to replace you all.
The hijinks ensued.

From NeoComm logs:
---- Channel ID: (('solarsystemid2', 30002682),) ----
Dossie Kielle > You can take your ore back if you want, or just fight me for it.
10 seconds to comply... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Good bye Ore.
*Two ships drop out of warp nearby, both Frigate class: a Rifter and an imicus.
A short skirmish starts up, both Frigates engaging my Cruiser. I smile as the Imicus quickly melts and begins to explode and immediately order my Drones to engage the Rifter.
Cursing my lack of a warp disruptor, the Rifter warps away with heavy structure damage.*
Dossie Kielle > One point to the Navy Vexor. Ready for round 2? *I recall my drones and smile as I see them settle and hover idley in their bay.*
Seraphina Oriana > Who is Dossie picking on?
Dossie Kielle > Two starter miners in my system.
Seraphina Oriana > How very dare they! *She chuckles.*
Dossie Kielle > Cash Hands and Kaleth'phrin, I'll undock in a Frigate if you want me to.
Cash Hands > Dossie Kielle > Good bye Ore.
Dossie Kielle > I prefer to steal it, much easier.
Seraphina Oriana > She doesn't get her hands too dirty that way.
Boydy > Dossie - sad.
Dossie Kielle > I like to keep my hands clean.
Boydy > Why did you steal our cargo?
Dossie Kielle > It's nothing personal.
Seraphina Oriana > Oh you lie. Okay, jumping now
Dossie Kielle > It's not. I never take it personally when I take people's discarded assets.
Boydy > Are you going to do it again Dossie?
Longtooth > Of course she is.
Boydy > I mean to us.
Dossie Kielle > Mr. LongTooth knows me. Still a Monster, LT?
Longtooth > Of course, just making some money by building Capitals.
Dossie Kielle > What was Nasty's beef with Gil?
Boydy > I've only been a capsuleer for 2 days.
Longtooth > Then quit now and save yourself the copious amounts of pain and suffering.
Boydy > Nah - i like it. Just sad people who try to ruin it for others is the downfall, but I guess you get them.
Dossie Kielle > What belt are you in so I can remove your discarded assets again?
Boydy > And Dossie, you will have a big Hurricane waiting for you next time so think twice. I've been told they are good, who knows...
Longtooth > Oooh hurricane.*Singing loudly,* HERE I AM...
Boydy > Apparently.
Boydy > Whatever one of them is...
Dossie Kielle > Should I use my Drake then?
Boydy > Indeed you should, geek.
Boydy > Anyway have fun all.
Longtooth > lulz
Dossie Kielle > *I sigh dramatically.* How many times do I have to tell people? I'm a nerd, not a geek. Boyd, I'll 1v1 you in a Frigate. Where are you Boyd, I'll dock up and get a Frigate out.
Justine Death > problem dossie?
Dossie Kielle > Problem? Nevarrr~! *I exclaim and giggle.*
Boydy > Sorry Dossie I'm still learning, dont wanna fight.
Dossie Kielle > I'll use an Ibis?
Boydy > That could be the best ship going for all I know.
*The local channel errupts in laughter.*
Boydy > I'd rather not, as experience alone you'd win as you seem to have plenty of that. Most of your life it seems.
Dossie Kielle > Yes, it's like, ummmm, Awesome.
Longtooth > And stuff.
Dossie Kielle > Yes, and stuff.
Boydy > Indeedy. Anyway I'm sure you have better things to do rather than ask for a 1v1 against a pilot who has been flying for all of 2 days, surely?
Iriomote > Consider it a life lesson.
Dossie Kielle > I'd ask LT, but he's a 1 man fleet...
---- End log ----

What other fun I'll have today is hopefully going to be more like this...

Monday, 7 September 2009

Shadows in the night.

The peace torn asunder, impacts along the hull of the Hulk class Exhumer. I awoke screaming in a panic, looking out of the viewports as several vessels surrounded our ship.
Alarms and shouts. Chaos as the crew members scrambled.
My father at the helm - cool and steady - immobile as the very stars themselves, "align out, prepare to warp. I can't afford to lose this vessel to pirate scum."
Nothing. The metallic computer system speaking out informing us of the obvious, "you are unabled to warp because you are warp scrambled."

Staring out my my cabin view ports I see them. Five Caracal class Cruisers, a Raven class Battleship and innumerable Drones flickering past the port.
The carona of a missiles impacting on the shields, smaller impacts from the Drone weapons systems.
My father and crew doing everything they could to compensate for the incoming damage.
It wasn't enough. A hairline fracture creeping across the outer glass of the main view screen - the shield systems have been breached.

I run on to the bridge and throw myself into my father. A section of roof collapsing where he once stood, narrowly missing us, my mother rushing over and praying to every God she can think of.
The gun fire ceases. A crackle and buzz as the Neocomm activates.
"Pirate vessel; this is Caldari State patrol 6, stand down and prepare to be boarded or we will be forced to destroy you."
A fierce light in my father's eyes, I shrink back and whimper as he yells down the Neocomm, "what the fuck do you think you are doing? We are a civilian mining vessel with no association to any pirates!"
A dark and forboding laugh cuts across the Neocomm. "Then prepare to die, we [bzzt]ll de[bzzzzzt]essel." The communication cuts off, a new voice broadcasting over private channels - callsign Cynobaby, "this is Amy Reynn - would you like a little help with those bullies?" Before we could answer - several explosions rock our vessel, Caldari State vessels warping away or dying under sustained fire from our unknown benefectors, the Raven fighting back with all his might.
Boarding tubes extend, a hastey attachment as we scramble to board the as yet unknown heroine's vessel, my mother and father pushing me ahead with some of our most trusted crew.
The vessels shuddering as the vessel of my parents begins to tear apart, being forced into the unknown vessel as the airlock slams shut. A violent shudder of the Raven being destroyed. Debris and other detritis battering the already unstable Hulk causing its structure to rupture and tear apart. Then nothing.
Beautiful, peaceful oblivion takes a hold.


I wake up suddenly in a cold sweat as the memories subside. Alone I sit, gasping for breath, tears rolling down my cheek.
Groping around and feeling the empty spot on my cot. I'll never get used to sleeping alone, but I'll get through this like I did when I lost my parents.
The Guristas Associates are my family now.
I owe them so much. Thank you 'Cynobaby' for saving my life, and those of the few crew that managed to cross into your vessel.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Home sweet home.

Funny how things come around full circle.
A few weeks ago I moved over to AC-AF, then a short stay in a mining Corp.
Now I am finally home. I'm back in the Guristas Associates.
A warm welcome, even my old friend Mei came to welcome me back with a chuckle and a hyper velocity volley from her Megathron class Battleship's seven Blaster cannons.

From Neocomm logs:
---- Channel ID: (('corpid', 1635187107),) ----
Ryan Masonary > Welcome back my nutty professor of missioning.
Dossie Kielle > Thanks. *I chuckle.*
Ryan Masonary > By the way, missed you bitch dont do it again. *He grins.* My hanger needs a lot of cleaning, hopefully someone will take care of it before I get back.
Dossie Kielle > Then we'll have to wardec any Corps that wardec Ore Gasm Inc. if you want me here permanently.
Ryan Masonary > And the problem is? Okay, going for now welcome back.
Dossie Kielle > Okay, take care.
---- End log. ----

I arrive back in my old home system, heavy structure damage from Mei's welcoming volley and smile. A familiar voice coming over the Neocomm as 'JD' watches me dock, "Mei said hi then?" I laughed and nodded "yes, as you can see, her guns are painful on my little Badger II."
I feel the vessel slow through my neural link, my old home station coming into view.
Home sweet home. I call over the internal comm to my crew, "ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your new home. Some of you know the area well and others this is your first visit. Listen to what the veterans say and you newbies will do fine. This is Guristas territory, so be sure you stay armed at all times incase someone decides to pit their wits against you."

A warm - if not quiet - welcome home with a new recruit going through our rigorous interview process. I know she'll make it, Jasimine is a resiliant girl, I've known her for many years before she decided to follow me into the world of capsuleering.

For freedom and profit. I missed these pilots a lot in the short few weeks I've been away.

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

As a matter of fact...

Wreckage strewn everywhere. The aftermath of my mood.
I miss her dearly, but after a long hour of destroying everything in sight, I ran out of ammunition for my side arm and lost my trusty Guristas dagger somewhere in the rubble. I was in no mood to fly anything so I sat there. Weeping.
My father said it takes a big man to show his feelings - I suppose that's why I've always been such a cold bitch. He wanted a son and got a daughter, the Fates had a different plan for his seed then he intended. He wanted an heir and instead got a daughter. It doesn't mean he loved me any less...

I had never wept since the day I lost my family. I suppose I was mourning for the loss of both my family and the love of my life. But the time for mourning has passed now and I have work to do, assets to move and new quarters to find.
Today will be a long and busy day, no time to dwell.
I look into my old hangar in Usi V. Not much left here, not much touched. My old Heron class Frigate, a few shuttles and stashed out in the very back of my hangar - a rusting old Retriever...
All alongside the vessel that brought me here, Karma to Burn.
A busy day, returning assets to the local area.
Lets hope this is the last such move.