The Day Of Death

After having competed the assigned patrols, and shooting some unsuspecting pilots who wern't really doing anything wrong, I was eventually released of service, and permanently banned from high security empire space.

I really didn't mind. I was finally free.

Not to long after this had come to pass, i got back in touch with a pod pilot i had spoken to briefly in the past. He was part of a pirate organization, and wanted to know if i would be interested in joining this group.

One of the requirements was to prove ones willingness to do battle in situations where the odds arn't nesseserily in your favor, and skill will have to determine success.

While heading towards a high-traffic system with a good chance of finding potential targets, none could have guessed that on that fatefull day within the following 3 hours, 12 pilots would lose their ships, and 6 would also lose their pods at the hand of my blasters.

It was clear that the point of no return had been reached.

Foes will be dealt with in due time.

Archive low-sec file #2

How did i end up back here again. Boring low-sec patrol.

This time i won't wait.

Ah, a target has presented itself.

An Iteron class industrial ship on scan.

I can't beleive it's just sitting there at an asteroid belt on it's own.

But there it is. Mining using it's solitairy mining lazer mouned on it's single turret hardpoint.

No better time than this to try out my new Tristan frigate.

There wasn't much of a battle. It went down pretty fast. However my first successfull elimination of another pod-pilot's ship does leave my vains seemingly exploding with adrenaline.

As soon as the agression warning wears off, i swifly make my way back to the only space station in the system.

Only 2 minutes later, a new face appears in local. It's someone from the same corperation as the person i have just seperated from his ship by force. I beleive i shall remain in station till my hands stop shaking, and this person leaves the system.

A local pirate also enters the system. A familliar face, but other than the name looking familliar, i do not know this person. I shall remain in station.

After what seems like a few seconds, a "Good Fight" is proclaimed in local.

Soon after the corp-mate of my victim leaves the system, and so does the pirate.

It seems that the person out for revenge was taken care of, and briefly i was thankfull to the pirate with the familliar name.

I guess some things are just meant to happen.

Session 1

>accessing archives...

>OpenFile / venturing into low-sec

First patrol, low security space.

I've been floating around here for weeks now, and i'm bored stiff. If there's no action by next week, i don't know what i'll do.

>one week later<

As i am rushing towards the lone caracal fighting the same old Serpentis smugglers at belt III-VII i am 100% sure that will see this through.

Tackling systems active, microwarpdrive primed and ready, weapons systems fully loaded and oporational,

damage control active.

Perfect, ready to go.

As the warpdrive disengages, the distance to the target of the uneventfull week induced indiffrence to whom he is closes quickly as the mwd is runnign within it's manufacturers safety margins.

The caracal's warp-systems are promptly disabled, and a large cloud of void ammunition is dispensed apon the target.

Good. All systems report the target ships sheilds are diminishing quickly.

Where is my armor going?

It's going down faster than the shields of the opponent. This isn't right.

I decide to disengage. Entering warp is taking more time than usual. Armor almost gone.

Finally in warp, seeing the last missile dissappear off the scanner behind me.

That didn't go well at all.

What went wrong? Everything was operational!

... including the mwd, increasing the missles efficiency exponentially.

Waiting for the systems agressions sensors to reset themselves i receive a message from the would-be target explaing that he would've agreed to a fight if only i had asked. I could have adjusted my actions to the information gathered in the planning stage.

Lets not try this again for a while.

I return to the only station in the system, and apply to central command for a patrol in somewhat higher security empire space, wich is swiftly honored.

>exit

>ShutDown