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Posted by Ziku in
Roleplay
Monday, July 21. 2008
I have never agreed too much with Gallente ship design, always thought it to be too 'pretty'. The soft lines, a smooth bubbly forms... Put that Engineering effort into making a better Auto Cannon I say. But there is just something about the way that Thorax felt, that rush of power flowing in when all systems came online. I haven’t felt this way since my first Hurricane. Even the tight, swept back form of this vessel appealed to me. I continue to fantasize the killing potential in this craft until the proximity alerts go off.
Single Target in-bound. I had dropped out of warp less than fifteen seconds ago and already a target! Rifter class frigate. Thought spans in all directions, as my ship fires all engines, leans into a tight orbit, slips into partial warp with the Micro Warp Drive, and the concentration shifts to locking the target. All modules stand ready as my sensors pinpoint their target. I can feel my mouth water, I have to force I swallow.
Lock. A brief moment everything dims as all modules light off. Warp Scrambler, Statis Webifier, and Four Nosferatu modules. Almost as quickly, energy surges back in to the capacitors, bleeding the target dry.
The Drones, already armed, spill from their hiding place, blazing towards the target. Their first combined volley tears away the Rifter shields. No big accomplishment there, but when the second and third sear and char their way through the Rifter’s armor and into his hull I giggle. I command a ceasefire to the drones.
I hail my target. Two Hundred Thousand ISK. Short and sweet. I'm nervous at this point, I'd rather not become someone else's kill. This is taking too long. I start counting off over comms.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
... A reply. "1 second"
One Decimal Five.
One and One Third.
One Decimal One.
Another message, begging "I'm a new pilot"
Decimal Nine.
Decimal Five.
Zero.
The drones eagerly jump to life. Their first volley ignore what little shield recharge had occurred in the interval. Pieces of the Rifter go spewing in all direction as that one lucky round ruptures the Fusion Core.
The Escape Pod flies past my Thorax, already initiated into Warp. That's fine. There will be others.
I hit Warp again; I spent too long in that belt. Next time I'll know not to wait so long. After a few belts my mind wanders back to the plasma cloud burning freely from my last target. What beauty is to be found in destruction!
Proximity alert! My warp drive had already aligned to the next belt. Scanners already cleared their cache. What was that?
I stop in this belt and fire up the MWD. I want some distance between me and the opponent. Local comms start to chatter. I'm being hunted! The thrill sparks again. A whole new rush, not of the kill, but of the chase.
I let my eagerness gets the best of me. I allow my position to slip over comms, and within seconds a Rupture class cruiser warps in. With over 243km between us, I realize that I am still in control of this fight. Just then, some Angel Militia Pirate's warp in to investigate. My opponent quickly dispatches them. In fact, so quick that my surprise attack doesn't succeed. I couldn't align that fast.
The same dance begins. Lock. All systems initiate. Drones released. I hear the larger Auto Cannons of my opponent penetrating my shielding, tearing into my armor. Enemy Drones sending their Lasers into my hull, separating steel from structure. I increase orbit and try firing some Smart Bombs that I had fitted to shake the drones, open distance to prevent Auto Cannon damage, but it was too late. Modules and main systems alike were shutting down. Damage controls had failed and most of the ship had de-pressurized. Now I watch from my escape Pod as my Fusion Core erupts. I chuckle, as the odd tingle the Pod has in its warp shudders through me, and I make a clean getaway back home.
Once at a safe distance I pull my attacker up on comms. I thank him, now I know what to be cautious for, I have learned. One more lesson, one more step towards my destiny.
I return to station and browse the markets for my next combat ship. I run a few simulations for Capacitor Efficiency, Shield and Armor Durability, and Weapon Damage Outputs.
But before I have a chance to make any purchases, other pilots from my corporation send me a fleet invite. We have a war target trying to make his way towards Rens.
I ponder a moment. Haste requires a ship already fitted, in hangar, and ready to fly. I put out the alert, scramble my Jaguar for immediate departure!
The Hunt Is On!
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Single Target in-bound. I had dropped out of warp less than fifteen seconds ago and already a target! Rifter class frigate. Thought spans in all directions, as my ship fires all engines, leans into a tight orbit, slips into partial warp with the Micro Warp Drive, and the concentration shifts to locking the target. All modules stand ready as my sensors pinpoint their target. I can feel my mouth water, I have to force I swallow.
Lock. A brief moment everything dims as all modules light off. Warp Scrambler, Statis Webifier, and Four Nosferatu modules. Almost as quickly, energy surges back in to the capacitors, bleeding the target dry.
The Drones, already armed, spill from their hiding place, blazing towards the target. Their first combined volley tears away the Rifter shields. No big accomplishment there, but when the second and third sear and char their way through the Rifter’s armor and into his hull I giggle. I command a ceasefire to the drones.
I hail my target. Two Hundred Thousand ISK. Short and sweet. I'm nervous at this point, I'd rather not become someone else's kill. This is taking too long. I start counting off over comms.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
... A reply. "1 second"
One Decimal Five.
One and One Third.
One Decimal One.
Another message, begging "I'm a new pilot"
Decimal Nine.
Decimal Five.
Zero.
The drones eagerly jump to life. Their first volley ignore what little shield recharge had occurred in the interval. Pieces of the Rifter go spewing in all direction as that one lucky round ruptures the Fusion Core.
The Escape Pod flies past my Thorax, already initiated into Warp. That's fine. There will be others.
I hit Warp again; I spent too long in that belt. Next time I'll know not to wait so long. After a few belts my mind wanders back to the plasma cloud burning freely from my last target. What beauty is to be found in destruction!
Proximity alert! My warp drive had already aligned to the next belt. Scanners already cleared their cache. What was that?
I stop in this belt and fire up the MWD. I want some distance between me and the opponent. Local comms start to chatter. I'm being hunted! The thrill sparks again. A whole new rush, not of the kill, but of the chase.
I let my eagerness gets the best of me. I allow my position to slip over comms, and within seconds a Rupture class cruiser warps in. With over 243km between us, I realize that I am still in control of this fight. Just then, some Angel Militia Pirate's warp in to investigate. My opponent quickly dispatches them. In fact, so quick that my surprise attack doesn't succeed. I couldn't align that fast.
The same dance begins. Lock. All systems initiate. Drones released. I hear the larger Auto Cannons of my opponent penetrating my shielding, tearing into my armor. Enemy Drones sending their Lasers into my hull, separating steel from structure. I increase orbit and try firing some Smart Bombs that I had fitted to shake the drones, open distance to prevent Auto Cannon damage, but it was too late. Modules and main systems alike were shutting down. Damage controls had failed and most of the ship had de-pressurized. Now I watch from my escape Pod as my Fusion Core erupts. I chuckle, as the odd tingle the Pod has in its warp shudders through me, and I make a clean getaway back home.
Once at a safe distance I pull my attacker up on comms. I thank him, now I know what to be cautious for, I have learned. One more lesson, one more step towards my destiny.
I return to station and browse the markets for my next combat ship. I run a few simulations for Capacitor Efficiency, Shield and Armor Durability, and Weapon Damage Outputs.
But before I have a chance to make any purchases, other pilots from my corporation send me a fleet invite. We have a war target trying to make his way towards Rens.
I ponder a moment. Haste requires a ship already fitted, in hangar, and ready to fly. I put out the alert, scramble my Jaguar for immediate departure!
The Hunt Is On!
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Me myself and my 425mm Autocannon II’s
Posted by Equium Duo in
Piracy
Thursday, June 5. 2008
So it was with sad news I report that I had lost my very well equipped vagabond, some war targets had bribed the docking crews in the University of Caille, station I had docked at, they had ejected me during a routine diagnostic into waiting war targets. My mostly t2 poly vaga blown to smithereens, quickly followed by my POD. The ‘independent’ investigator found no trace of mishap, even though my logs clearly showed no authorised undock command given. I had to swallow the loss. Ship, implants, the lot!
I was down on cash and could not afford a new poly vaga, so I looked through my ship hanger and found a Hurricane that had one of the engines cut right off when I was retreating from an engagement against an Amarr pilot a few months back, I had neglected to repair it at the time as I had neither the cash nor the incentive. But after recently acquiring max certification in Battlecruiser command via my Command Ship Skill plan, I decided that maybe a few weeks back in the saddle of a BC class ship would go well to re-acquainting me with current piloting techniques.
I liaised with my local station manager and my personnel Senior Engineer and drew up plans for ‘Mr Happy’ the Hurricane Class combat vessel. So a rather large and ‘exotic’ shopping list was drawn up of all the best t2 mods one could acquire in the local trade hub of Alentene. I authorised payment and my engineering team (a very worthwhile investment I might add) got to work and a 24 shift pattern was drawn up to get me into space as soon as possible. I caught up on my lesson plan for a side project I have been quietly progressing whilst my team got down and did the dirty work. 32H later and Mr Happy sped out of station at best speed and got flashed by the local undock speed camera… fortunately one of my maintenance staff had recently painted over my ships identifier tag to mirror that of a crazy cat lady who flew around Pator in a shuttle carrying nothing but cats and cat food. I chuckled when I recalled our encounter when she had signalled for assistance when her small fusion reactor had popped a valve, 15 cats had been instantly vaporised as well as grilling the remaining 75. My second in command had nightmares for weeks…
The ship thrusted into warp and dropped out at alarming speed in a nearby asteroid, I’d forgotten how aggressive this ship was, a local mining ship was busy chewing through the local veldspar. I flagged him for possible future harassment; next belt was a little more promising. 3 members from CZ manufacturing had been harassing a couple of miners and stolen some of their equipment. Threats and abuse were being bounced between the miners and combat pilots and as such the CZ corpies did not notice me slip in and grab it. It became a face off between me in Mr Happy, versus two vexor’s and a thorax. A pretty fair fight in my opinion! The battle begun and the thorax flew straight at me. My guns took a few seconds to spin up but they soon started to eat through the ammo clip that was attached to it, 6 rounds of Hail a second came pouring out of the guns and tore into the thorax, the shields held up reasonably well but as soon as they caught a whiff of something solid the fiery end soon followed. The immensely powerful Hail tore right through the thorax separating the front nacelle from the engine bays, Oxygen poured out of the ship before the fusion reactor erupted in a bright flash. Next up was vexor number one the ship lasted less than 10s before one of my rounds hit a weak spot in the rear superstructure causing its antimatter reserves to react causing the most beautiful green-white flash and cloud. Vexor three was a bit of a tough guy, managing nearly 20s under direct fire from my t2 auto cannons. At the end of the fight their 3 pods just sat there waiting for death, that or they were just too awe-struck by the majestic presence of Mr Happy. One can only imagine.
I returned to a purple faced senior engineer, he had heard about the encounter over the local sub-light frequencies and was furious that I had taken Mr Happy into such an intense field test on her first outing. I congratulated him on a job well done, slipped a tenner in his front shirt pocket and gave him the rest of the day off for putting together such a superb fit. As for the rest of my engineering crew I sent down a large buffet from the third finest restraint in the station for them to munch on and set them to light domestic duties in the hanger. Morale was good and I was very much Mr Happy.
Cleared for publication by: Ander
More spacing in text needed, I added some but please format next time.
I was down on cash and could not afford a new poly vaga, so I looked through my ship hanger and found a Hurricane that had one of the engines cut right off when I was retreating from an engagement against an Amarr pilot a few months back, I had neglected to repair it at the time as I had neither the cash nor the incentive. But after recently acquiring max certification in Battlecruiser command via my Command Ship Skill plan, I decided that maybe a few weeks back in the saddle of a BC class ship would go well to re-acquainting me with current piloting techniques.
I liaised with my local station manager and my personnel Senior Engineer and drew up plans for ‘Mr Happy’ the Hurricane Class combat vessel. So a rather large and ‘exotic’ shopping list was drawn up of all the best t2 mods one could acquire in the local trade hub of Alentene. I authorised payment and my engineering team (a very worthwhile investment I might add) got to work and a 24 shift pattern was drawn up to get me into space as soon as possible. I caught up on my lesson plan for a side project I have been quietly progressing whilst my team got down and did the dirty work. 32H later and Mr Happy sped out of station at best speed and got flashed by the local undock speed camera… fortunately one of my maintenance staff had recently painted over my ships identifier tag to mirror that of a crazy cat lady who flew around Pator in a shuttle carrying nothing but cats and cat food. I chuckled when I recalled our encounter when she had signalled for assistance when her small fusion reactor had popped a valve, 15 cats had been instantly vaporised as well as grilling the remaining 75. My second in command had nightmares for weeks…
The ship thrusted into warp and dropped out at alarming speed in a nearby asteroid, I’d forgotten how aggressive this ship was, a local mining ship was busy chewing through the local veldspar. I flagged him for possible future harassment; next belt was a little more promising. 3 members from CZ manufacturing had been harassing a couple of miners and stolen some of their equipment. Threats and abuse were being bounced between the miners and combat pilots and as such the CZ corpies did not notice me slip in and grab it. It became a face off between me in Mr Happy, versus two vexor’s and a thorax. A pretty fair fight in my opinion! The battle begun and the thorax flew straight at me. My guns took a few seconds to spin up but they soon started to eat through the ammo clip that was attached to it, 6 rounds of Hail a second came pouring out of the guns and tore into the thorax, the shields held up reasonably well but as soon as they caught a whiff of something solid the fiery end soon followed. The immensely powerful Hail tore right through the thorax separating the front nacelle from the engine bays, Oxygen poured out of the ship before the fusion reactor erupted in a bright flash. Next up was vexor number one the ship lasted less than 10s before one of my rounds hit a weak spot in the rear superstructure causing its antimatter reserves to react causing the most beautiful green-white flash and cloud. Vexor three was a bit of a tough guy, managing nearly 20s under direct fire from my t2 auto cannons. At the end of the fight their 3 pods just sat there waiting for death, that or they were just too awe-struck by the majestic presence of Mr Happy. One can only imagine.
I returned to a purple faced senior engineer, he had heard about the encounter over the local sub-light frequencies and was furious that I had taken Mr Happy into such an intense field test on her first outing. I congratulated him on a job well done, slipped a tenner in his front shirt pocket and gave him the rest of the day off for putting together such a superb fit. As for the rest of my engineering crew I sent down a large buffet from the third finest restraint in the station for them to munch on and set them to light domestic duties in the hanger. Morale was good and I was very much Mr Happy.
Cleared for publication by: Ander
More spacing in text needed, I added some but please format next time.
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