Mercurio Deus
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Posted - 2010.03.31 09:07:00 -
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[I'm a non-native English speaker, so there's likely some grammar and spelling mistakes hidden for general viewing pleasures. No real idea where or if this is going somewhere, just written on the spur of the moment.]
Deep within the solitude of his capsule he lost himself, left behind his fragile human shell and merged into his new self, became one with the ship and its systems. His senses changed, and his awareness of space changed with it. To him space no longer was a hostile medium that could bring death at any minute. To him space became a playground. He had fond memories of his human childhood, playing games like tag and hide-and-seek with other mortal children. In a sense he still played these games, only these days the rewards and failures had changed several levels of magnitude. A quick check confirmed that all systems were ready and his sleek new form peeled away from the array the ship had been stored in. Many were the forms he molded his new self into these days, but this Anathema remained one of his favorites. He generally had nothing good to say about Amarrians, but this design, this shell touched something deep within in and he couldnĘt deny itĘs beauty in form and design. And the irony of using one of his peoples enemies weapons against themselves certainly had certain je ne sais quoi that made it all the more enjoyable. With a mere thought he powered the microwarpdrive on, speeding faster and faster away from the POS and into the depths of the wormhole system he and his corp called their home. After ejecting a string of probes he switched his ship into cloaked mode and vanished into obscurity. The only to find him now would be chance or stupidity on his behalf. The few guidance pulses to steer his probes werenĘt long enough to serve for any means of detection and even if someone would figure out a way to do it ū his ship would be long gone by the time they pinpointed that position. With the equivalent of his ship senses he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. It was something he loved to do, but could never find the appropriate words to describe to anyone not pod pilot themselves. Each system he had visited had their own unique composition ū or smell as he liked to think of it. He loved this systems smell, it had the electronic equivalent of a spring rain, of wood and earth and crisp new horizons. Opening his ships eyes again he set out to his task and began mentally arranging the probes to scan and sift the various sensor inputs into usable data and locations. Soon he found the signature marks of a fresh wormhole and the thrill of the hunt began to rush through his mindą
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