The cost of retaliation

Rorsins seemed to be a quiet enough system. Only a few empire citizens on the system records and long range scanners detected minor defensive ship classes. And then the scanner blinked slightly, displaying a nearby Covetor. Slight adjustments to the scanner pinpointed his location and my Punisher-class frigate made the jump into warp-drive. Screaming into the belt I slammed on my afterburner, hitting orbital calculations as my ship recalibrated it's electronic frequencies. Even going full steam I was only barely able to obtain a targeting-lock and punch my warp scrambler.

He was mine. A shield tanker against EM/Thermal damage stands little chance when properly approached. Reaching armor, a corp mate of his warped in to put a halt to my 'liberation' flying a mean looking ferox. Determained, I continued to focus all weaponry onto the Covetor before the ferox arrived, as it was still a ways out. Bringing it to structure I opened a communication's channel with the Covetor pilot, Jet Sunsoar. An offering of 2 million isk for the release of his ship and modules was offered, small enough generally for them to quickly accept... something which would be needed in the current situation.

He laughed. Said he could always replace it and made over 100 million isk a day. By this time the ferox was unloading it's missile vollies and it was now time to test my frigate's setup. It held? Heavy missile after heavy missile was being launched from his teammate but my frigate held up against it perfectly. (aside from the violent shakes and hull creaking). I finished off the Covetor just as he initiated the beginning self-destruct sequence and made a turn for the Ferox. I watched it align for warp, far out of my range, and sped off leaving his friend's pod attempting to warp out. I smirked but quickly remembered a few cargo cans named after their corp, Eye of God, and headed to the other belts. Spotting their mining cans unguarded (hunting for me I assume) I quickly opened fire knowing they were nothing more than jettisoned cans and thus had little armor to defend against open attacks. Nearly 400k m3 of ore destroyed destroyed, primarily rares.

The local communication channel was a blur of insults and belittling. Threats came from everyside of me, assurances that I would pay and I would never be able to fly in space again. I smirked, notified them that I had destroyed all of their cargo containers in retaliation for opening fire on my ship. Again the local communication channel exploded into a roar of anger and insults as my ship made it's way into a quickly constructed safe spot.