2010-05-21, 14:33
A Whale Of A Headache
by Mythblood
“Ahhhhhhh... man. How long has it been?” Alp4om3ga asked the cryo attendant. Long periods in the cryo chambers always gave him a headache.
“Um... 74 hours I think”, came the reply.
A quick check of the mail showed the war was still on, and he let out sigh “What the frack, I was hoping this crap would be over.”
Alph4 had enough of this; he was going mining one way or the other. SRE Brotherhood shmotherhood! They are always drunk at the station bar all day anyway. It didn't seem very likely he'd run into them.
He walked over to his baby, Bubbles. Bubbles was a massive 250,000,000 kg industrial command ship class Orca. Alph4 was the first one in the region to get one, and she'd been a good ship to him. He was sure she was starting to miss him. “She gets grumpy if she is left in dock too long,” he mused.
“Welcome to Electus Matari intelligence network, please enter ID” cracked an electronic voice from the con. A few minutes later Alph4 had downloaded the intelligence logs for the past few days. He was was pleased to see it showed two SRE B combat pilots who hadn't moved out of the station bar in hours. And wow, check it out: his alliance mates had killed a Rifter pilot. He didn't recognize the victim, a Squeaky Manson. Apparently a new SRE B recruit. “Welcome to SRE B,” he smirked.
Then Alph4 killed his baby. Alph4 destroyed Bubbles. No, not directly or by any action he took. Rather by what he didn't do. He didn't hit the flashing “next” button on the intel report. He didn't notice the time stamps were 12 hours old. He didn't notice because he was still groggy from his cryostasis sleep and had no idea what time it was.
…..
The Brotherhood had just jumped a pirate in low sec space and claimed a Ferox. Not 300k away from their kill, an old “friend” from the Aurora Acclivitous corporation was getting jumped by some other pirates. SRE B warped off to the station leaving him to his fate. As they exited warp they heard “Fuck me . . .” over the fleet channel.
“What? What?” cried everyone. A small panic was starting to set in.
Amps finished his thought before the rest of the crew had a heart attack: “There is a war target in an Orca...just sitting here?”
“Where?” “What?” “In Bosena?”
“No, my contact just reported him in Aeddin or whatever -- he just jumped in from Teonusude” scrambled Amps.
The fleet ignored the line they had on a pirate Maelstrom. Com channel was a mess with everyone talking and ideas flying; regardless, every ship in the fleet was in warp and on its way. Squeaky, a new pilot to the crew in a Rifter, was the fastest at interstellar travel and quickly pulled ahead of the group. Several of the SRE Brotherhood gave direction, and some even shouted. The pressure was on, but she kept punching in and plotting the warps into the nav computer.
“He just jumped into Austraka, 10 seconds ago” Amps relayed the intelligence.
“Well, like . . . follow him” cried Die Warzau. Amps directed his contact to pursue.
The SRE B fleet closed the distance, rapidly jumping from system to system.
“He is right on the other side the gate, doing nothing...?!”
“This is you, Squeaky” directed Die Warzau.
“Jump through as soon as you can, approach, target, then ...” Myth rattled on in an unnecessary tutorial.
Squeaky ignored them all and focused on her task.
“She's got him!” Amps reported as his contact confirmed Squeaky had the Orca warp disrupted.
The rest of SRE B closed in behind Squeaky, and the giant ship tore apart in mere seconds. Squeaky had her revenge. An Orca for a Rifter. Some quick math revealed it would take 700+ Rifters to equal the cost of an Orca. Yes, Squeaky had her revenge, and now Alph4 had a real headache.
Oh, and for good measure, SRE B went back and grabbed that pirate Maelstrom in Bosena.
by Mythblood
“Ahhhhhhh... man. How long has it been?” Alp4om3ga asked the cryo attendant. Long periods in the cryo chambers always gave him a headache.
“Um... 74 hours I think”, came the reply.
A quick check of the mail showed the war was still on, and he let out sigh “What the frack, I was hoping this crap would be over.”
Alph4 had enough of this; he was going mining one way or the other. SRE Brotherhood shmotherhood! They are always drunk at the station bar all day anyway. It didn't seem very likely he'd run into them.
He walked over to his baby, Bubbles. Bubbles was a massive 250,000,000 kg industrial command ship class Orca. Alph4 was the first one in the region to get one, and she'd been a good ship to him. He was sure she was starting to miss him. “She gets grumpy if she is left in dock too long,” he mused.
“Welcome to Electus Matari intelligence network, please enter ID” cracked an electronic voice from the con. A few minutes later Alph4 had downloaded the intelligence logs for the past few days. He was was pleased to see it showed two SRE B combat pilots who hadn't moved out of the station bar in hours. And wow, check it out: his alliance mates had killed a Rifter pilot. He didn't recognize the victim, a Squeaky Manson. Apparently a new SRE B recruit. “Welcome to SRE B,” he smirked.
Then Alph4 killed his baby. Alph4 destroyed Bubbles. No, not directly or by any action he took. Rather by what he didn't do. He didn't hit the flashing “next” button on the intel report. He didn't notice the time stamps were 12 hours old. He didn't notice because he was still groggy from his cryostasis sleep and had no idea what time it was.
…..
The Brotherhood had just jumped a pirate in low sec space and claimed a Ferox. Not 300k away from their kill, an old “friend” from the Aurora Acclivitous corporation was getting jumped by some other pirates. SRE B warped off to the station leaving him to his fate. As they exited warp they heard “Fuck me . . .” over the fleet channel.
“What? What?” cried everyone. A small panic was starting to set in.
Amps finished his thought before the rest of the crew had a heart attack: “There is a war target in an Orca...just sitting here?”
“Where?” “What?” “In Bosena?”
“No, my contact just reported him in Aeddin or whatever -- he just jumped in from Teonusude” scrambled Amps.
The fleet ignored the line they had on a pirate Maelstrom. Com channel was a mess with everyone talking and ideas flying; regardless, every ship in the fleet was in warp and on its way. Squeaky, a new pilot to the crew in a Rifter, was the fastest at interstellar travel and quickly pulled ahead of the group. Several of the SRE Brotherhood gave direction, and some even shouted. The pressure was on, but she kept punching in and plotting the warps into the nav computer.
“He just jumped into Austraka, 10 seconds ago” Amps relayed the intelligence.
“Well, like . . . follow him” cried Die Warzau. Amps directed his contact to pursue.
The SRE B fleet closed the distance, rapidly jumping from system to system.
“He is right on the other side the gate, doing nothing...?!”
“This is you, Squeaky” directed Die Warzau.
“Jump through as soon as you can, approach, target, then ...” Myth rattled on in an unnecessary tutorial.
Squeaky ignored them all and focused on her task.
“She's got him!” Amps reported as his contact confirmed Squeaky had the Orca warp disrupted.
The rest of SRE B closed in behind Squeaky, and the giant ship tore apart in mere seconds. Squeaky had her revenge. An Orca for a Rifter. Some quick math revealed it would take 700+ Rifters to equal the cost of an Orca. Yes, Squeaky had her revenge, and now Alph4 had a real headache.
Oh, and for good measure, SRE B went back and grabbed that pirate Maelstrom in Bosena.