“Sometimes people make life-altering decisions. Most times, people make life-ending decisions.”
ANSASOS SOLAR SYSTEM
“Jack, you may want to take a look at this,” one of my corpmates said across comms as I was working on ridding local space of a few Rogue Drones. A readout of local telemetry relayed that a local pain in the ass had showed up in system again. A sneer crossed my lips as the last of the drone-commandeered vessels detonated into a small debris field, “Really? I can’t believe that Daniel Lightfoot didn’t learn his lesson last time.” A quick check of my directional scan revealed that there was a Brutix-class battlecruiser within 14.2 AU of my present location. I began attempting to narrow down the location when I noticed it through my exterior camera drones. Local comms chatter came to life, “Uh, hi.” I responded by attempting a tactical lock of his vessel. I had a flight of Curator II-class sentry drones deployed from Rasa, my Ishtar-class Heavy Assault Cruiser. I remained silent on comms, and then Daniel again spoke, “I’ll be going now.”
He entered warp, and began to start looking for other pilots to harass.
One of the other pilots within my alliance came across local communications, “I think you may be lost kid. Maybe you should find somewhere else to be.” Daniel replied, “I think maybe you should eat my ass. I don’t have to listen to you.”
I aligned to the station which I based my operations out of, and engaged the warp drive on Rasa. A moment later, my docking request was accepted. The other pilot came across alliance comms, “Are we going to take that?” As I disengaged my capsule from Rasa and had my crew bring up Feikinstafir, my Curse-class Combat Reconnaissance Cruiser I replied, “not even once. Get a couple of the coalition guys spun up. We’re going hunting.”
It didn’t take long to get a couple of pilots from the coalition into the system, and seconds after local became increasingly hostile, local telemetry feeds showed that Daniel had departed the system. “Well shit,” one of my alliance mates said with a sigh. I laughed as I received clearance to undock, “Don’t give up that easily. Go check Iderion, we already know he’s not here, and not in Bordan. So if he isn’t there, that leaves one alternative.”
Another alliance pilot came across comms, “Well, I can tell you for a fact that he’s not in Iderion.” “Everyone set up on the Dehrokh gate and hold. We’ll give Jack an opportunity to work his magic, and with a little bit of luck, that kid ain’t going to be living through this,” one of our coalition pilots said with a sadistic smirk.
I willed Feikinstafir toward the Dehrokh stargate, and called down to engineering, “how are systems looking?” “Everything is operating within normal parameters, commander,” was the reply I received. “Outstanding,” I said, willing the vessel’s sublight engines to power down, causing a brief shudder through the hull of the ship as the warp drive spooled up and engaged. The visual of my vessel in warp is one that I could always count on to allow me a moment to focus. I closed my eyes momentarily, and when I opened them, the Dehrokh stargate appeared projected across my retinas from my exterior camera drones.
DEHROKH SOLAR SYSTEM
My ship remained cloaked as I had just jumped into the system. Not like it would really matter, as the beautiful thing about Feikinstafir is that it would not appear on directional scan, even if it wasn’t cloaked. The Combat Reconnaissance Cruiser was one of those ships that was ideal for its designated role for just that reason. A quick scan of the area surrounding my vessel revealed that the Brutix-class battlecruiser was nearby. By narrowing down the angular scope of the scan, I was able to determine that Daniel Lightfoot was in one of the spatial anomalies, likely attempting to kill some of the local Blood Raiders for CONCORD bounties. I chuckled knowing that he had no way of knowing that I was coming. I willed the vessel into alignment with the anomaly, and engaged the warp drive.
As I came out of warp, I began to attain a tactical lock on the Brutix-class Battlecruiser, and engaged my vessel’s warp disruptor, as well as both neutralizers and nosferatus. I called down to engineering, “He’s launching drones, reroute power to shielding, and give me a readout on his capacitor.” I then switched over to coalition comms, “Jump and warp to me, I’ve got him.”
It wasn’t long before the second Curse, a Stork-class Command Destroyer and an Ishtar-class Heavy Assault Cruiser landed in the anomaly as well. Daniel came over local comms, “So that’s how it’s going to be is it?” “Talk shit, get hit,” I replied calmly. A pang of panic crossed his voice as he shouted, “I didn’t talk shit.”
Engineering called up, “Enemy ship capacitor at critical, disengaging neutralizer number two to stabilize our capacitor.” “Thank you,” I replied as I watched the armor plating of the proud Gallente ship began to be sheared off by the onslaught of incoming drones and rockets. Local communications went quiet as Daniel’s drones stopped attacking me, most of them damaged to the point of inoperability. I was just about to call to hold the vessel, as it was essentially dead in space between the two Curse-class Combat Reconnaissance Cruisers, but then the reactor went critical. A bright flash was followed by a twisting of I-beams and blossom of plates rupturing outward. The ejected capsule was all that remained, and I ensured that it did just that by engaging the warp disruptor on it. “Enjoy the ride home asshole,” I said with a smirk.
I scooped Daniel’s corpse into my cargohold, and prepared to transport it, and all of the items that he had worked for from his cargo to my home station. It was just another trophy that would go into a station container that was set up for cold storage. Another macabre reminder that even in death there was no permanence.
I turned and set a course for home, as I had many other things to attend to, including getting some lunch. Upon my return, another coalition pilot advised me that Daniel had come back seeking revenge, and lost a Thorax-class Cruiser, and then again later, which cost him a Myrmidon-class Battlecruiser.
Personally, despite the fact we were trying to send him a message that his presence wasn’t wanted in our space, if he wanted to continue to lose ships to our pilots, I wasn’t going to be too upset about the situation.