Monday, July 13, 2009

The Hunt

All that appears on the monitor is a solar system in the back ground and a countless data lines supper imposed on top of it. The background keeps swinging around focusing on different points of the solar system.

How hard could it be to find a pilot. It is a marvelously simple concept and yet it somehow continues to fail. I have chased my prey through countless solar systems only to miss her by a second or two. By now she has to know im hunting her but you would think I would still be able to catch her. I guess I should be delighted in that I have found a worthy opponent but all I can think about is how much I want to put her frozen corps into my ships reactor. How dare she run from me, the insult. She is a pod pilot so why won't she give me my fight, ill kill her body but her mind will live on. I have used every tool at my disposal, locater agents in various agency's and on board scanners at the top of the list and yet I still cant seem to catch her in space.

There is a very loud unintelligible scream. From the scream it is readily apparent it is a scream of sevear anger and frustration.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Scent of a women

Not many people know that when I get into a pod I have a slight issue. This issue is both a asset and a liability. In the fight that almost killed me I received a little brain damage. Out side of the pod the injury doesn't show itself due to the location on my brain. Inside the pod the injury becomes very apparent. While one would think moving to a new clone would solve the problem the injury seems to follow. The doctors arn't sure if this is due to some kind of mental issue, which is entirely possible, or some kind of clone fault that causes the damage to be transmitted to the new body. Either way when I get into the pod my temper tends to get a little out of control. The doctors describe it as have a drop factory in my skull.

In pod this is both a good thing and a bad thing. The bad being I have to give my bridge crew specific instructions on how to filter my sensor information. I have to have them filter all freindly ships and stations as well as celestial objects. When I go to dock at a station or use a jump gate my crew have take over after I initiate the warp drive. What that means is they shut down all sensors save the long distance scanners so I cant engage anything. While this may seem like a gigantic handicap it does balance out. When I do go into combat I engage anything that comes up on my sensors. No matter how big or small. I will never willingly break contact with anything that I engage either I die, they die, or they get away. My guns are always firing to maximum effect, like the doctors said I have a drop factory in my skull so my guns are always deadlier than usuall.

You are probably wondering why I am telling you all this. Well as I said I will never willingly break contact with any target. One day I was patrolling in Deathdealer (Megathrone) when I came across a Arbitrator in a astroid belt. I engaged immediately with all do prejudice. I disabled the ships warp core as well as its sub warp engines, at that point I realized something was amiss but I couldn't quite put my fingre on it. Ignoring the feeling and focusing on the target I opened up with my weapon systems and released my drones. It was at that point that I realized what was happening. Though I had severely disabled the ships engines they where still able to move the ship, not enough to out run me and no where near enough for me to not track, it was still able to move. While that caused me no concern seeing how it was usual the fact that my guns couldn't track the ship did. It was at that point that I realized my turrets where being disrupted and where next to worthless. This enraged me to a point that I had never been, "how dare this worthless worm mess with my perfect turrets." I soon thought no matter this worthless worm will still die thanks to my drones, then I saw that three where destroyed and the other two where on their last leg. The ship was deep into structure and venting gases heavily when it finaly destroyed my last drone. At this point my anger at the pilot bordered on the obssesed. "I must kill this pilot no matter what" was al that went through my head.

Over the course of a hour I ramed the ship repeatably or rather attempted to and fired every single piece of ammunition I had in my cargo hold. When all of my ammunition was gone and I had attempted to ram the ship twenty times I receaved a message. Now you might be wondering why I am saying attempted to ram, one would think that a object moving faster than another object could hit it. When that object is more nimble than you are it becomes very difficult to get a good square hit, as a result on the few times I was able to get a hit all I did was dent the hull and cause no further damage. The message I receaved was from the pod pilot of the ship and she was asking me if I was done trying to kill her and her ship. My answere was a thunderous "HELL NO". Not since the day my squadron members died have I wanted to kill somthing so much. The next thrity minutes comprised of me trying to send boarding partys, calls for back up, and more raming.

After that time period my weapon systems shut down, same procedures as when I initiate the warp drive. The only problem was I had done no action. My own crew had taken the initiative to message the female pilot and tell her that they where going to manually shut down the offensive systems so she could get away. After she acknowledged they began the sequence. As a result I could do nothing but watch as the other ship warped away. While my crew had disengaged my weapon systems by causing a fake weapon system overload they didn't disengage my warp drive. I immediately gave chase and right as I jumped out of warp she disappeared from my sensors. Which told me we where either at a gate or a station. My question was answered when my reactor powered down and all of my sensors went into stand by. When I got out of my pod I faced a very frightened brige crew. Several where afraid I would kill them for what they did to me in space.

Fortunetly for them, when I am out of my pod I tend to control my anger. I merely went to the bar and had a few drinks. It was in that bar that I resolved to kill the pilot in space come hell or high water. After I reached that decision I went back to Deathdealer and took it back to base. I then got in a heavy assault cruiser (Spear Tip) and began the process of hunting my prey. My crew has specific instructions to show me nothing but my quarry on my sensors and I will not rest until I find the pilot. Until then my friends I shall not see you because I have to finish what I started. As I said in the begining all engagements will end with me dying, my enemy dieing, or my enemy getting away. Never by me or my crew letting them go.