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I had just woken up and boarded my ship. My back ached; a bad nights rest on a lumpy bed. With all the taxes the companies are getting, they should seriously consider afford better beds for the wandering pirate. As i checked my fittings and started my ship I thought about a couple of nights ago, when I destroyed a destroyer with my frigate. There was something about flying frigates that was just plain exciting, especially in a small gang. I exited the station and instantly warped to a safespot. It had become a habit of mine ever since I became a wanted man. My partners in crime weren't awake yet and so I sat there alone scanning the nearby asteroid belts for some unsuspecting prey.

As I picked up bait ships on my scanner I realized that I have plundered quite a bit from this system. Having become so familiar with the locals, I began to think if it was time to move to more abundant hunting grounds. Because if I have become so familiar with the inhabitants of this system, then it must mean I would be recognized as well. My thoughts were cut short as I picked up an incursus at a nearby moon. After recalibrating my scan once again to make sure it wasn't a mistake I started my warp drive.

As I hurtled towards my prey I doubled checked my modules to make sure they were ready to activate at a moments notice. Although it is a habit of my partners to usually overheat their guns at the start of a fight, I had learned that being a pirate means you need to save that trump card for when you land on a trap. As i landed on grid the incursus was only a few kilometers away from me. I instantly targeted and activated my scram. He must have realized he couldn't run away from me due to the fact I was afterburner fit, because he began to fly towards me to engage. We activated our guns and began pummeling each other with autocannons and blasters.

My shield went down in a flash, as it does with every battle but my real strength laid within the amazing armor capabilities. As I slowly tore away his defenses it became apparent he would be unable to break my tank. Not only that but my neut had begun to work its magic and he soon stopped firing. As he was halfway through his armor another ship warped in. Another incursus! Fortunately for me he was still far enough from me to not have to worry about his blasters. As I finished off my original target I locked onto my new target and began to neut him. As the first incursus went up in a blue explosion I began to fire at the second incursus.

Although the first incursus was nowhere near breaking my tank it had done sufficient damage for me to start worrying about the second ship. Time for my trump card. I overheated my guns and began firing off volleys after volleys of fusion bullets. I had forgotten to put in other ammo and was praying that my fusion rounds would not run out. The overheating was just what I needed. Just as I was a sliver away from my armor being totally obliterated I had broken both his shield and armor and was whittling away at his structure. As he too went up in blue flames like his friend I let out a silent cheer and proceeded to collect the spoils.

As I started my warp to a nearby safespot to wait out my GCC I smiled to myself. There is no dull day whenever you are flying a frigate!



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StovAkor on :

Sorry Fire this one didn't do it for me. While I'm sure it was intense for you at the time, it doesn't give the rest of us the same tense feeling. We've all experienced that sort of thing at one time or another. It wasn't really 2 on one. It was one after the other. I think I'd like to hear about you blasting destroyers. Or your first cruiser kill with a frigate.....when it happens if it hasn't yet.

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