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kaistern wrote:
Moar?


As you wish. Very Happy

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Chapter 4 - Stargazin'

The hunt continued as soon as I left the equipment dock, as I got a private security mission in my lap right away. It was an easy one, only giving me a few fighters to deal with, but it was a nice opportunity to test my new guns.

I'll admit I was a little nervous when I pulled the trigger, as I've never used chainguns before and didn't know how they'd behave, but they ended up doing their job very well. And unlike my HEPTs they didn't bleed my weapons capacitor dry after taking out just one fighter, leaving me to run away while my weapons recharged.

Feeling good, I accepted a Xenon Patrol from the local authorities and learned the most important lesson of all when it comes to fly combat craft; don't get cocky. It got hairy for a while, and it was only superior engines and the fact that a local Condor flew through and chewed up the fighters on my tail that saved my ass. Bad Lexa. Bad!

The lesson didn't last, cause in the next sector I was at it again. I also managed to haggle my way to an Advanced Kestrel some schmuck was selling, and promptly sent it to the shipyard in Seizewell to equip it for explorer duty. Can't have too many of those, now can I? Especially since the software tended to leave holes in my map that I either had to cover myself or get a second explorer to have a look at. Nearly a thousand years of AI development and we still had kinks like these …

After that it was quiet for a while, and I worked my way down through Blue Profit and Ceo's Sprite before I finally hit pay dirt in Company Pride. Patrol and private security mission? Too easy.

I blasted my way through the few pirates that showed up and also got a little bonus in form of a bailed Buzzard. That would probably be worth more than the patrol and security mission combined, but as long as I was making money I was a happy camper.

"Incoming message."

Having spent the last half hour in my EVA suit fixing the worst dings and holes in the Buzzard I had just gotten back in when the communications panel lit up.

"Hm. So they're mounting an effort to retake Tokyo Lambda." I thought out loud. "I might have to take a look."

I didn't really have any hopes of doing any damage with only one fighter at my disposal, but I still wanted to see what I was up against. Action followed words, so I grabbed some e-cells from the local power plant and jumped to Gannet Kappa.

And … Nobody home? I had halfway expected at least some military presence here, but apart from a couple of corvettes and some traders the sector was empty. Ah well, better poke my nose through the gate into Tokyo Lambda, then.

Five seconds to normal space. Four. Three. Two. One …

"Mother of Gunne …"

I'm sure my jaw would have hit the floor if my helmet hadn't stopped it. A destroyer was looming just within sensor range, and judging from the sensor readout it truly was a destroyer. This particular beast had 31 gigajoule of shielding, roughly three times more armor plating than even the Valhalla and sixty barrels with which to kick your ass all over the place. Not to mention that the energy readings suggested massive reactors and energy reserves. If a ship ever deserved to be called a beast I'd put my money on this thing.

The other ships were just as bad, such as lightning fast interceptors with two hundred megajoule of shielding and enough juice to make an M3 heavy green with envy. In other words, I collected all the data I could on these suckers and got the hell out before they noticed me.

So, what to do …

I'm gonna need a lot of firepower to even compete with these … things. So money would be first priority, but how to go about it? The way I figured I had three options – traders, stations or some combination of both. Traders were easy to set up and expand, but somewhat vulnerable to the whims of the market. Stations would basically be a license to print money, but required a huge investment to get things rolling. In addition I would need a TL and the required race rep to buy the stations needed, not to mention that I would have to kiss Sol's ass to get access to their Saturn Complex Hubs so I didn't have to fill an entire sector with factories. Decisions, decisions …

Speaking of which, this wasn't going to go anywhere unless I made some money, so I decided to check my satellite grid for any leftovers. I also had some blanks to fill out in the form of a gate leading north from Bluish Snout, so I let the autopilot handle things while I flipped through sectors that tended to be popular battlegrounds. Thuruk's Beard had a nice collection in addition to a couple of abandoned ships, and since I was still very much a small fish the million or so I would get from selling one of those ships would be very welcome.

Both Menelaus' Paradise and Getsu Fune had some nice leftovers floating around, which gave this little fish both some extra bite and some extra cash. I sold what I didn't need to one of the local equipment docks in Getsu Fune, stopped by the SPP for a quick refuel and then jumped to Thuruk's Beard to see if I could net some more profits from the almost constant skirmishes between Split military forces and pirates flooding in from Hatikvah's Faith.

Yeah, Thuruk and his magnificent beard. I had often wondered exactly what had made Thuruk's beard so special that the Split decided to name a sector after it, but I was pretty sure I would never get an answer. The Split tended to just stare into the air while their mouths twitched when someone asked them about it, as if it was some sort of cosmic inside joke that only they understood.

Anyway, I cleaned up the leftovers, and even managed to snag a pirate patrol and a PriSec mission amidst it all. Maybe lady luck would smile at me after all?

Or not …

"Warning. Hostile contacts detected. South gate."

Yeah, a full blown pirate invasion had just jumped in through the south gate. Frakkin' hell.

Needless to say, I left the heavy lifting to the local patrols and concentrated on taking out the fighters. Until only this Pirate Centaur and its Morrigu partner was left, that is.

"Ah, fraggit ..."

The military had seemingly lost interest, apart from this one Dragon that was hacking away at the Morrigu, so I decided to pitch in.

A quick scan revealed that the Centaur was fairly toothless, apart from the CIGs at the front and the Fragmentation Bomb Launcher in the tail, so if I used the same tactic I had used against that P in Ore Belt I should be relatively safe.

"Teladi asssk if you know who you are ssshoting at."

She clearly didn't like the EBC bolts that slammed into the ship's port side, but I didn't really care. She was a pirate and thus fair game for anyone.

"Yeah," I said as I came in for another round. "Pirate scum, that's who!"

I got some incoherent hissing in return and the Centaur turned to try to get a bead on me, but the Blackheart was too fast and agile.

"Ow!" That was a bit too close for comfort. I got sloppy, and the tail gunner informed me of the mistake I'd made. Shields dropped to some fifty percent, so I decided to respond in kind and gave him a close encounter with a Cyclone missile. The captain sputtered some more incoherent hissing and more than a few curses over the comlink as the Cyclone took down their own shields quite a bit. Ah, music to my ears.

"Warning. Proximity alert. Warning. Proximity alert."

"What the …"

I gave the left rudder a kick and fired the starboard thrusters at the same time, barely dodging the hull that was suddenly looming in my flight path. The Morrigu captain had apparently decided to join the fun, despite the fact that he was still being hammered by that Dragon.

"Frakkin' idiot!" I yelled at him as the gray, red and yellow hull zipped by my cockpit so close I felt I could have stuck my arm out and touched it. Now, where's that …

"Warning. Weapons lock detected."

… Centaur?


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aitsev you sure are good at leaving cliff hangers... maybe I need to take a notes Very Happy


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Zaitsev. I have only three words for you right now.

I.

Hate.

You.

Carry on.

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kaistern wrote:
aitsev you sure are good at leaving cliff hangers... maybe I need to take a notes Very Happy


Well ... I had a good teacher. *points at Scion Drakhar*

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Zaitsev. I have only three words for you right now.

I.

Hate.

You.


Love you too, hun Wink

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Carry on.


With pleasure. Smile

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Chapter 5 - If you can't stand the heat ...

"Ow! Motherfrakkin' sunnuva …"

I quickly found out where that Centaur was. Right behind me, that's where. And opening up with its CIGs to boot. The Blackheart tumbled tail over nose away from the onslaught, and once again I was saved from exploding panels by the blast shield on my helmet.

"Warning," the computer blared. "Hull breach. Atmospheric pressure at seventy two percent. Main thruster damaged. Hull integrity at eighty four percent."

"Yeah, yeah. Shaddap and hit the jump drive! Thuruk's Beard, north gate! Now!"

"Confirmed. Jump device charging at ten percent … Twenty … Thirty … Forty …"

"Come on, ol' gal. Don't let me down now …"

Another CIG volley rocked the Blackheart just before the jump drive fired. More panels blew, and the cockpit paneling by my left knee actually buckled as the Centaur's guns raked the ship from nose to tail. Finally the jump drive fired and a few moments later I emerged from the north gate, far away from the Centaur.

"Phew, that was a tiny bit too close," I mumbled to myself. "Status?" I was afraid to ask, but I kind of had to.

"Multiple hull breaches. Atmospheric pressure at zero. Reactor coolant level critical. Hull integrity at twenty three percent."

"That bad, eh. Well, let's head to Ceo's Sprite and get you fixed up."

More credits went out the window as the Teladi made my bird all nice and shiny again, and when I finally returned the patrol was over. I got one hundred and seventy one thousand plus some spare change for the job, but since I had just spent two point four million on repairs it felt a tiny bit hollow.

All right, time to move on. I'd had enough of fighting for the time being, so I decided to head south to fill in some of the blank spots on my map. You might not think it would be such a bright idea to head into a pirate sector if you wanted to avoid fighting, but since I had to choose between crossing Hatikvah's Faith and hope the pirates didn't notice me and take a massive detour through Paranid and Boron space I chose the former. In hindsight I could just have jumped, but I guess you live and learn.

Anyhoo, I made it to Aladna Hill without further incident, and lo and behold; a patrol mission. I figured I could start blasting Xenon and pirates alike down here as well, as I would need both the money and the rep to build the economic backbone necessary to support the Argon military against the OCV. Yeah, I was seriously thinking about entering that fray, although it was against my better judgment.

Following my usual MO I started in Aladna Hill and headed south, picking up every mission, ship and whatever else I could get my mitts on, to make those all important credits. I still argued with myself as to whether I should go for traders or stations, or if there might be a third option I was unaware of, but the solution would probably pop up sooner or later. All I knew right now was that if I kept this up I would get Qs in my lap sooner rather than later.

"Oooh, gold!" Or rather an abandoned Dolphin Tanker. I had just entered Great Trench, and there it was. A nice TS, that would bolster my account by some two million. If I managed to fix all the dings, that is. It was pretty banged up, but it appeared to be mostly superficial damage so I got into my EVA suit and warmed up the repair laser.

*beep*

Now what? Ah, for Gunne's sake …
I was in the middle of patching the engine together when I got a message from what had been my explorer. Yeah, I had lost two of them because their AI apparently thought it was a good idea to run through Xenon sectors. The explorer software manufacturer had been all over the net lately, claiming that they had 'improved' the AI and that explorers no longer would do harebrained stuff like this, but I guess the real world had just proved them wrong.

"There," I mumbled to myself as I patched up the last pockmark in the Dolphin's hull. "Off you go." A few commands via the remote in my suit and it happily flew off, heading for the shipyard in Light of Heart. Oh, the wonders of modern technology. Now, what to do next …

Another private security mission, apparently. The money was quite good too, although I was a little worried about getting another P in my lap.

Oh, I hate being right. Yep, another bloody P. Lucky for me that I picked up four Banshees in Aladna Hill. Now, let's see how this chip likes high explosives to the face. Or sensor array or whatever these things have.

Not at all, it seems. The P went down in flames, thanks to my four Banshees and a few fighter drones, courtesy of a passing freighter, that kept his buddies busy. All right, onward.

Oh, mama …

Yet another patrol, and this was worth over half a million. I thought long and hard about whether or not I should accept it, as I was almost guaranteed to end up fighting another P. And now I was all out of missiles as well. Oh well, following a rather long line of stupid decisions I accepted. What the hell could go wrong, right?

Oh, just everything …

The damn chips jumped in practically on top of me, and before I could say 'motherfrakkin' chips' my shields buckled and they were eating into my hull.

"Computer! Jump to Light of Heart, north gate! Now, damn it!"

"Confirmed. Jump device charging at ten percent … twenty … thirty …"

It seemed to take forever, and I heard what appeared to be thousands of little bee stings hammering away at the hull. Sparks were flying all over the place, the air was sucked out through multiple hull breaches and somewhere amidst all the chaos I wondered where these red drops came from …

"Warning. Missile lock detected. Warning. Missile lock detected."

The alarm wailed in my ears, and the signal telling me how close the missiles were was beeping way too fast for comfort. I stared at the one star I could still see and sighed. At least it had been an interesting ride.

"… jumping."

What the … I made it? Holy mother of Gunne, I made it! With four percent hull integrity left … I definitely need a drink after this.


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These near-death experiences are making me want to play again. I might have to stop reading your stuff if this keeps up Razz

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You know there is a saying "All good things are three". 42 percent, 23 percent and 4 percent hull integrity.

You do actually know that you cannot get much closer, do you? Razz

Take care man

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I just noticed the "active" DiD in your signature in the LU thread and decided to check by.
Nice story so far - just hope that 4% hull integrity made you learn the lesson this time Very Happy

One does not simply do a Partol Mission in only an M3 class vessel Rolling Eyes

Any plans on making a pdf of this?

Btw: moar? Razz


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Welp, I promisted an update by the end of the weekend, and I'm only a few hours late Razz

@Song Of Obsidian: One never know what will happen next, y'know Wink

@blackmilan: Tehcnically I can go down to one hull point, but I don't think I want to stretch my luck that far Razz

@Idleking: One does what one must, although I found out when I started [shameless self plug] Sun and steel[/shameless self plug] that using the Damyath Trader start, tune up your starting Caiman and scoot over to Teladi space to get the Trading system software Mk3 was just as, if not more effective than doing combat missions when it comes to cash flow. Apparently the Teladi don't give a damn who they sell equipment or weapons to, so I could start training a UT right off the bat.

I've never made a PDF out of any of my stories before, but I can give it a shot. And moar is coming right here ->

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Chapter 6 - Diamonds (and other things) in the sky

Next stop was the shipyard in Ianamus Zura, and I got a lot of wide-eyed looks from the local Teladi mechanics when I arrived.

"Praissse Gunne the Sssplit didn't ssskimp on the paint," the chief mechanic remarked dryly. I just looked at her and sighed, knowing very well how damn lucky I had been. And knowing that it would cost me a fortune.

"You might want to get that patched up," she continued, pointing at the hole in my suit and the blood dripping down on the floor. I had been so high on adrenaline I hadn't noticed, but now I was starting to feel the sting, so to speak. Guess I had to find the local sick bay, then. And fix my space suit, which would probably cost me even more money. Guess that drink will have to wait til after I get paid for this nightmare.

Speaking of which, I got back in the fray as soon as my ship was fixed, but since I was in a core sector and there were plenty of capitals around I was more than happy to leave the heavy lifting to the Teladi military. Let's just hope those greedy bastards don't charge me for missiles spent and shots fired.

In Homily of Perpetuity the local OWP became my new best friend, to put it that way. Since my Mamba was faster than any significant threat it was quite easy to pick off the chips fast enough to keep up, and then watch as the rest died in a hail of energy discharges from the OWPs weapons. I did have to hunt down some idiots – if you can call an AIG idiotic – who didn't follow suit, but since they spread out instead of ganging up on me they were relatively easy to pick off. Still, I was very glad the whole thing was over when I took down the last of them. Also, I found out that I'm not getting paid nearly enough for this shit.

After that I decided to head 'home', as in 'find an Argon sector and turn in for the night'. I wanted to get rid of the last satellite I was carrying before I went to sleep, so I headed north to Eighteen Billion to drop it there.

Oooh, a mission to defend against invading Xenon. And apparently an easy one too. Eh, what the heck. Can't be that bad, right?

It 'just' gave me a bunch of fighters, and with some help from the OWP guarding the eastern gate I took them down with relative ease. The weapons platform also kept them from ganging up on me, which was nice. I kinda wished I could buy one, but they were strictly military hardware, and the only thing you could get was laser towers. Quite scary in their own right, but not as scary as a hulking metal colossus hovering in space, bristling with weapons. Anyway, home sweet home.

I decided to fly west from Eighteen Billion, through Unknown Sector Beta and into Legend's Home, a shortcut my explorers had be nice enough to chart before they decided to fly off into a Xenon sector and get them selves killed. Yeah, it still irked me.

Legend's Home, and the drink I had wanted after that Xenon patrol turned to several. It also attracted some … attention.

"'Ello, luv. Why the long face? Y'look like y'sold argnu butter an' dint get paid."

I looked at him, raised my eyebrows and blinked slowly a couple of times. I'd probably have trouble understanding him when I was sober, and now I was about halfway down a bottle of space fuel.

"Ye look like y'ave a lot on yer mind." he said slowly.

"I do," I said, my whiskey-soaked brain finally being able to understand him. He snorted and smiled at me. Quite charming fellow, actually …

"Y'mind sharin'?"

"Eh, it's what all fresh spacers worries about, I guess. Money. Or rather ways of making them that doesn't put me in the sights of lots of angry Xenon or pirates."

"Aaah. Thought ah saw ye in d'shipyard down in 'Zura. Pretty banged up, that fighter o' yers."

"Yeah, I had about four percent hull integrity left before going kaboom."

"Owww … Hate t'see such a cute gal go down in flames."

I can't remember right now, but I'm pretty sure I blushed.

"But," he continued. "How 'bout ah make ya a prop'sition? Ah know a bit 'bout makin' money, and nobo'y has t'get shot."

My 'con man' alarm went off, but I decided to hear him out just in case.

"How so?" I asked.

"Minin'. Mobile minin'. Sure, there's a bit o' luck involved, but ye can make tons off o' it."

Now that he mentioned it there were several minerals and crystal types for sale, and the rarest ones would be sold for several millions per unit.

"All right," I said. "You got my attention. Now, what's the catch?"

"Oh, straight to d'point, eh?" He flashed that charming smile of his again. "Let's just say ah wan' a job out of it. Y'see, a've got d'same problem as ye 'ave, an' getting' shot at ant me type o' fun."

"Tell ya what," I said. "If you're still around tomorrow I'll give you that job."

He grinned at me, then he raised his glass.

"Here's to t'morrow, then."

"Here's to tomorrow."

I went to bed late that night, to put it that way.


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Highly suggest "EMS Module" for this also

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I'd highly suggest Zaitsev actually continues this Very Happy


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Idleking wrote:
I'd highly suggest Zaitsev actually continues this Very Happy


So do I. C'mon, Zait - hey, wait a minute ...

Bad jokes aside, I'm back. First of all I would like to apologize for my very lengthy absence. To make a long story short I needed some time off, and then real life sneaked up on me and made my absence much longer than I had planned. I also would like to thank/blame Song of Obsidian for spurring me into action again. Wink

Anyway, I guess you ain't here to read my ranting, so I'll just post a new chapter instead.

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Chapter 7 - Sixteen tons and a gun

"Oi, Lexa! Y'there?"

The hammering on my door, combined with a rather hefty hangover, made me feel like I was sitting inside a giant drum just as someone started pounding it.

"Hold on, Aaron." I growled as I reached for my clothes. I might be hung over as hell, but somehow my whiskey-soaked brain still remembered his name.

"Lexa, c'mon! Get yer arse out o' d'sheets, will ya?"

"All right, SHADDAP! I'm coming!" That little outburst right there almost turned my room upside down. Or, I'm pretty sure it was just my head spinning, but right there it felt like the world did stuff it wasn't supposed to do.

The hammering stopped, and my world straightened itself enough for me to get dressed and answer the door.

"Whaddayawant." Apparently my tongue hadn't quite sobered up yet.

"Ah, there y' are. Ah thought y'had forgotten 'bout me. Or ran off with that Split ya were talkin' with last night."

"A Split." I didn't remember much after the first bottle of space fuel, but my headache suggested there had been more. Many more.

"Yeah … Ya were both hammered outta yer minds, tho. Now, 'bout that job we talked 'bout …"

"Straight to the point, eh?" I rubbed my temples, trying to get rid of the cobwebs inside my head.

"Ah had a good teacher." He winked at me, and I felt like I was missing something important. I did remember him talking about mobile mining, though.

"Yeah, I remember. Mobile mining, wasn't it?"

"Yep."

"Well, I did promise you a job if you stuck around …"

"Mmm-hm!"

"All right, let me get some breakfast and a shower, then we'll go shopping."

"Ah'll just wait in d'hangar, then."

I might have promised him a job, but he wasn't going to get anywhere near anything valuable before I had checked him out. So, while the local cafe whipped up something edible I called in a few favors and had our would-be prospector checked from head to toe.

"Hm," I said to myself as I sipped my coffee and read through his file. He was apparently clean as a whistle, if one ignored his talent for getting drunk and ending up in the can. He had even worked as a miner, which eased my mind a little as I had kinda been worried he was all hat and no cattle. My gut feeling told me he might be a bit too clean, but since I was kinda desperate and needed to get some cash flow going it would have to do. All right, let's put the man to work …

"Hey, Aaron! Time to go!" I caught him slacking in the hangar deck and waved at him as I headed for the Blackheart. He almost bounced across the hangar, and I could see anticipation in his eyes.

"So, where to?" he asked.

"Light of Heart. I've got two nice, shiny Mercury Miners waiting for you there." I swear, the smile that spread across his face threatened to split his head in half. Then it disappeared and got replaced with confusion.

"Hol' on. Ya got two o' 'em?"

"Yeah. I decided to think big, so you're hereby the new chief of my mining operation. You'll be responsible for day-to-day operations, maintenance and whatever crew you need, and you get five percent of whatever you make during the day. How does that sound?"

"Uh …" I could almost see the cogs churn in his head. "Good, ah guess."

"All right. I'll drop you off at the shipyard, then I want you to round up a crew and head for Home of Light. It might not be the most exciting sector out there, but it has plenty of debris and the patrols there should keep you relatively safe. Got it?"

That skull splitting grin returned in an instant.

"Yessir! Uh … Ma'am? Captain …?"

"'Lexa' will do just fine, but you can call me captain if you want to."

"Aye aye, captain." He was almost jumping with excitement, and for a moment I worried that he was gonna take my miners, smack them into the nearest roid and turn himself into an impact crater out of sheer joy. He would have to frak up real bad to manage that, as mining ships were slow as maja snails and carried corvette-level shielding, but people have managed unbelievable things before.

I drop him off at the shipyard, and then flip through the bulletin boards looking for work. A couple of interesting options turn up, although that patrol could mean trouble. The security mission is easier, partially because they always seem hellbent on wrecking the station instead of worrying about their surroundings. Besides, it would net me almost half a million, which I needed.

"Oh … Frak …"

Yeah, those Xenon jumped in almost on top of me, vaporized my shields and blew away a good chunk of my hull before I managed to jump away. Good thing I remembered to fuel her up before I left. Down to seventy six percent hull, that's just swell. Damn Xenon frakkers. Guess I had to warm up the repair laser again, once I had cleared out this sector.

Local patrols had stuck their noses in my business long before I managed to fix the damaged armor plating on the Blackheart, but I won't complain as they basically saved my ass this time. And they left a few stragglers for me too, so I guess it wasn't all bad. Oh well, on to Montalaar.

Y'know, sometimes I wonder if I'm playing with a full deck, so to speak. Cause I took on this Xenon patrol against my better judgment, and I might have bitten over more than I can chew. I might find out in the near future, but in the meantime I get double pay so I'm not going to whine too much.

"Ow! Hey, watch where you're shooting!" The ship shook as a HEPT volley hit my port shields. Then another volley flew right by my cockpit, and sensors told me I had an LX on my tail. I fired the ventral thrusters to get out of his line of fire, then pulled the stick and gave the rudder a good kick, sending the Blackheart tumbling nose over tail. Within a few seconds I had the Xenon in my sights, and responded with a volley from my own guns. Try as he might he couldn't shake me, and since his friends were busy with the sector patrols I had him all to myself …

He didn't last long, and while sector defense had pretty much cleaned up everything they left me a nice Disco to capture. I flew over, and after making sure I didn't have any nasty surprises lurking around I climbed into my EVA suit to do my thing. A few minutes later I had claimed it and fixed the dings, and now it was on its way to the shipyard in Light of Heart to become rivets.

With the Disco on its way I moved south, and as I entered Rolk's Legacy I got a message telling me the mission was complete. In total I probably made around six hundred grand off this little adventure. Not a bad way to start the day. Not bad at all ...

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PS: Survived chapter 7. What are the odds ... Very Happy


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Zaitsev wrote:
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I'd highly suggest Zaitsev actually continues this Very Happy


So do I. C'mon, Zait - hey, wait a minute ...

Bad jokes aside, I'm back. First of all I would like to apologize for my very lengthy absence. To make a long story short I needed some time off, and then real life sneaked up on me and made my absence much longer than I had planned. I also would like to thank/blame Song of Obsidian for spurring me into action again. Wink


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I don't want to be a showstopper here, but don't you have to write a story of your own, Song? Twisted Evil


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I've written five posts in the last two weeks. Where have you been?

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