Nalar was tired, and bored. Never a good combination. After checking his trusty Rifter, Scrapheap, for ammunition and all systems for damage, he undocked looking for a little fun. On undocking he scanned the system, finding a few possibles, along with the normal list of abandoned shuttles.
Quickly determining which sector of space a lone Caracal was in he warped to a nearby safespot. With only 2 belts to check it was a matter of seconds to narrow things down. Punching into warp again he felt the adrenaline start to flow. As he was checking his orbit range he dropped into space, and everything snapped to focus. Looked like the Caracal was 80km out from the centre of the belt. Damn, finding a target behind the Caracal, Nalar jumped again, and this time his return jump landed him right on top of the target.
As he began locking, webbing and scrambling the unfortunate pilot his comms flaired to life.
"How's the hunting?" Asked the other pilot.
"Good, now." Nalar replied with a grin.
Locked, webbed and scrambled, his target was going nowhere. Turning on his energy vampire and autocannons, Nalar watch with surprise as his enemy's shields didn't waver. The salvo of missiles impacting on his shields however practically melted them as Nalar activated his damage control module. Slightly worried now, Nalar was interrupted by long range comms. One of his friends on about something important, indicating was rather busy and he would call him back, the call was terminated.
The other pilot transmitted again; "Why are you jumping me?".
Nalar thought this fairly obvious, but some pilots are slow on the uptake so he chuckled, saying "Practice mate, nice tank by the way".
"Er, thanks" was the nervous response.
With his shields gone, his armour barely moved under the attack. EM missiles, of course! With a big grin, Nalar deactivated his afterburner, no need for it anyway, not against a missile boat. With cap to spare, he kept his armour at 100%, no need to risk anything. It was at this point the other pilot released his drones, which began eating his armour at a decent pace. Faster than his rep could handle with the added damage from the missiles. However with his target almost into structure, it wasn't worth diverting firepower.
"Can we stop now?" crackled the comms.
"For a reasonable fee" said Nalar calmly "and deactivate your weapons, or you will be destroyed".
Negotiations progressed, and although he had no money, the other pilot used his initiative and got the money from his corp. Wishing other pilots would be so helpful, Nalar deactivated his warp scrambler and vampire, wishing the other pilot good luck and giving him 5 minutes to clear out he headed back to a safe spot to wait out his conflict timer.
The rest of his flight was rather unsuccessful. Most pilots docked and remained that way as he warped from system to system. Although proud of his exploits, he was far from notorious and was slightly offended that there was nobody that wanted to play. Heading home and docking after 2 hours of searching, he decided to hunt again another day.
Maybe it was time to look for a group of like minded individuals, one's he could share the risk and profit with.
Cleared for publication by: Ander