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Fear and Loathing in Amoderia

Hi, this is my first post here! As another first, I have submitted a story recounting a recent PVP engagement... I hope you find it an enjoyable read. Thanks!

Fear and Loathing in Amoderia.

Rashmika's Helios bobbed happily in a solar eddy, basking in the warmth of Amoderia's red star and seemingly at peace. Inside the ship, a different story could be told though...

"FRACKING probes, for fracks sake!" muttered Rashmika.

Rashmika was trying to locate a gravimetric signature, but the many planets in this system were proving to be a logisitcal headache. The Helios entered warp again, for one last time, taking the short hop to a planet with a large concentric orbit.

The Helios dropped out of warp with a flash of light, as relativity regained its control over life aboard the Frigate. With great disdain and boredom, Rashmika mentally thumbed the activation switch and watched with relief as the final Probe was deployed. Rashmika licked her lips, in just a couple of minutes, she might have a warp in point and the riches she craved.

However, the Frigate was not alone. The ships computer squawked its rising alarm as another ship obtained a lock, pushed out five drones and let loose a vicious broadside. The Helios' shields spluttered into the gaping void, quickly followed by molten slag that once coated the Frigates hull.

"Guess you should've fitted a cloak" the pirate sneered over the rapidly fading comnet.


Cleared for publication by: Strings
Rest of story moved to extended body.
Frack you, Rashmika silently thought, sadly pondering the lack of Electronic training which left somewhat ignorant to the finer scientific aspects of cloaking. She rubbed her head, gently massaging the millions of ISK implanted into her neural lobes. There was nothing to be done. She was alone in lawless space facing a far superior opponent. As a final act of spite, Rashmika ordered her only companion, a light combat drone, into the fray; spitting pointless plasmic retribution, her drone was the only response available. Within seconds, it was all over. Reality skewed as her pod disconnected from what was left of her doomed ships systems; fighting the disorientation, Rashmika blindly entered warp.

Would the contents of her lunch affect the pod fluids in which she currently resided? Rashmika was not quite sure where such an irreverent thought manifested itself; she was fleeing for her life in the direst of straits. Perhaps it was the regurgitated pea orbiting a partially digested piece of carrot bobbing near her nostrils, which prompted the idle distraction.

Her SOCT mnemonic training took control, and Rashmika steered her pod towards the only station in the system. After she docked, her capsule was lowered into the waiting Velator. Smarting at the insult, she expunged the waiting SCC comm traffic with rising anger. When she came upon the Concorde email, she started to contemplate what to do next.

Rashmika sat in the seedy Idle Macroer, she ordered another Quafe and drummed her fingers impatiently on the bar.

"Something vexes thee?" Saonellieu Baerse cheekily asked.

Rashmika replied "I've been waiting here for ten fracking minutes Saon!"

"Hey, come on! Sometimes these locator drones take time to get back to me."

Saonellieu handed over a datacube.

"As promised, your targets current location"

Rashmika clutched the datacube giddily. Would this folly be the end of her?

"He still appears to be in Amoderia; Rashmika, do you really think this is a wise course of action?"

Rashmika waved the Federation Navy representative away. Draining her Quafe, she headed over to the docking bay and the towering hulk of her waiting battle cruiser.

"Folly..." Rashmika muttered.

The Myrmidon hung above the Amoderia Gate; a glittering jewel against the silky black canvas of Empire space. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Rashmika transmitted the activation signal and held her breath. She never did appreciate being dissembled at a molecular level and fired into a different Solar System.

Reality.

No contacts.

The battle cruiser aligned to the nearest planet. With a thump, the warp drives started spinning up and the ship broke all the usual Newtonian laws of physics.

Nothing.

"I know you're here somewhere." Rashmika whispered.

Her ship aligned for the next planet, and entered warp again. With her stomach tightening, Rashmika awaited the unknown at the end of the warp tunnel. With a colourful splash, the Myrmidon exited warp.

Nothing.

NOTHING!

"Frackity fracking motherf..."

The ships computer barked its desire for attention as a Lachesis dropped out of warp forty kilometres off the battle cruiser's stern. Rashmika quickly thumbed through the Concorde database. The Recon pilot was not wanted by Concorde, if anything he was almost cordial with them. Rashmika relaxed and heaved a sigh. Fate it seemed had alternative plans; the onboard AI informed Rashmika that the Lachesis was acquiring a lock. The same monotonous tone informed Rashmika of an energy spike!

"Oh f..." Rashmika squeaked.

The aft shields flushed as rounds of Spike thudded home. Invisible swathes of energy leapt out from the Recon ship, catching Rashmika in a web. Panicking, Rashmika tried to engage her drive but to her horror the onboard computer reported that the drive was currently unavailable. The comm channel blinked, requesting Rashmika's attention. Cursing silently to herself, Rashmika ignored the interruption and tried to focus on the task at hand. The radar mottled red as the Lachesis poured her drones into the mêlée. The battle cruiser’s drone bay responded, lurching arthritically open to release Rashmika's merry band automons.

"Ok chief, if that's how you want to play it." Rashmika muttered.

Rashmika targeted the Lachesis, or rather tried to. She ran a quick diagnostic and found her targeting systems dampened by the Lachesis' powerful electronic counter measures. In desperation, she turned her attention to the enemy drones nipping at her heels.

After waiting for what seemed an eternity, Rashmika's drones finally realised their potential and ravaged the Lachesis' drones. The Lachesis' only response was to recall what was left of his drones. As they limped home, the advanced Hobgoblin's turned their attention to the Lachesis.

"Yay for free will!" Rashmika cried, turning her battle cruiser towards her opponent.

The Hobgoblin's swarmed around the Lachesis, mauling the cruisers shields and sundering its armour. In contrast, Rashmika's battle cruiser's repair systems were reporting that the ship was virtually back in full operating order. It wasn't the fight Rashmika was looking for, but now her vision was clouded with nothing but the darkest instincts humanity can produce.

Just then, two more contacts greeted Rashmika like an unwelcome Amarr at a Minmatarian Slave convention. An Astarte dropped out of warp two points off the Myrmidon's stern, came about and immediately engaged. Thankful to finally have a target within range, Rashmika replied with her Energy Vampires and Blasters; a plethora of colour erupted from her ship as waves of red, white and blue blossomed in the void surrounding the two ships. The second contact entered the fray. The Ishkur! As before, the Ishkur pilot wasted no time in deploying a swarm of hostile drones. With a familiar sinking feeling in her stomach, Rashmika pondered her folly.

A communication. Rashmika sighed, perhaps it would be wise to accept a ransom and flee? She downloaded the transmission and squealed with delight. A Concorde approved kill mail!

2007.05.06 17:53
Victim: ****
Alliance: ****

Corp: *****
Destroyed: Lachesis
System: Amoderia
Security: 0.4

Involved parties:
Name: Rashmika Clavain (laid the final blow)
Security: 5.0
Alliance: NONE
Corp: Revelation Space
Ship: Myrmidon
Weapon: Hobgoblin II

Destroyed items:
Heavy Missile Launcher II
Medium Armour Repairer II
Low Frequency Sensor Suppressor I
Warp Disruptor II
Low Frequency Sensor Suppressor I
Low Frequency Sensor Suppressor I
250mm Railgun II
Scourge Heavy Missile, Qty: 238 (Cargo)
Heavy Missile Launcher II
Spike M, Qty: 340 (Cargo)
10MN Afterburner II
Thunderbolt Heavy Missile, Qty: 163 (Cargo)
Havoc Heavy Missile, Qty: 105 (Cargo)
Cap Booster 150, Qty: 12 (Cargo)
Widowmaker Heavy Missile, Qty: 27
Widowmaker Heavy Missile, Qty: 27
Havoc Heavy Missile, Qty: 27
Spike M, Qty: 18

Rashmika recalibrated her sensors and marvelled at the sight of a wrecked Lachesis, arcs of electricity still sparking from the ships rapidly dying systems.

Flushed with success, Rashmika recalled her Hobgoblins and poured forth her Hammerheads. The medium drones eyed the immobilised Astarte behind Rashmika, and dived into the fight. The Astarte's shields buckled under the onslaught, and so began the arduous task of breaking the Command ship's armour plated spine; however this was proving slightly too arduous. Her ships AI shrilled its alarm as the last of the Myrmidon's armour disappeared, exposing the hull to the cold vacuum of space and the continuing fire from the Ishkur and the Astarte.

Rashmika braced herself for the inevitable rush. With an audible groan, the remaining bulkheads collapsed causing the warp drive to reach critical mass. The ensuing explosion buffeted her Pod clear of the fight, giving Rashmika valuable seconds to collect her senses and flee the field of battle. She punched a destination for the system's station, and settled back for the ride.

Rashmika sent a broadcast into the local comm channel. "Good fight!"

"You suck!" was the antagonistic reply from one of the surviving pirates.

Upon checking her ships logs, Rashmika almost agreed. In the heat of battle she had completely neglected the onboard defense systems. She pondered the unused augmented nanobots drifting in the void, and how much better they could have been used in that fight, if they had actually been used!

Rashmika sighed as she was once again lowered into a waiting Velator. Perhaps she did "suck"? Dwelling on this thought, she headed back into Empire to the longing embrace of life on the flip side.

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Sicks_Strings on :

Good read. I enjoyed it. It got my approval even though it was a FRACKING anti-pirate story =P

Keep 'em comming.

Rashmika on :

Ahhh whoops, I misread Pirate-Hunters as anti pirate :-P

Still I am glad you enjoyed the read! I'll do another story the next time I get my bum handed to me in low sec :-)

Sicks_Strings on :

If you ever need help with that, just convo me up! =P

Jatan on :

Good story, well written, fun to read! :-)
Suck? Think NOT! You took out a Lachesis, in a 3 on 1 battle. Nice job!

Sicks_Strings on :

Yeah, I totally agree with Jatan. You did great. You took out a Lachesis, and it had some good equips too. Keep up the good work.

Sorom on :

Nice story, very well written and enjoyable.

I'm just starting my pirate career and I'm also learning that sometimes it's better not to let revenge dictate your actions. When you don't think with a clear head you can end up with a lost ship and a dead crew.

Nice job.

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