Cythrawl
Caldari
Central Defiance
Ushra'Khan
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Posted - 2006.12.23 22:29:00 -
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Edited by: Cythrawl on 23/12/2006 22:30:49
Location: ISS Tycho, ZXIC-7
Ship: Harpy Class Assault Frigate, Stinging Retort
Reporting ship log and ship maintainence.
"Captain, your ship's clear for launch."
"You idiots make sure you check the rail system? It hung up on me twice yesterday, you incompentent bunch of space garbage!"
"Sir, we assure you, it won't happen today. Please, don't put another hole in the flight deck."
"Serves you guys right. You were lucky the tracking system was borked or that'd have been you with the hole."
Cythrawl tsked. Barking fools had broken more than they'd fixed yesterday. Atleast nothing serious had gone wrong. A few locking errors and some tracking problems, and the hang ups, granted. Overall, the systems were checking out right for now. There'd be hell to pay if something fouled up today...
---- Earlier Yesterday ----
Location: WLAR-J Gate, System Security Force
"Targets inbound. Seems they're trying to get out of the rabbit-hole," came from the combined comlink system.
Cythrawl had already sent more than his fair share of alcoholics back to their respective clone vats, but this was the first time they'd tried anything in more than ones or twos.
"What's the count? How many are we looking at coming this way?" came another link over the coms.
"Positive count of atleast ten. We're looking at mostly combat frigates. You guys might even get shot at this time," came the recon pilot's voice. "Ok, they're activating gate-assisted jump. Soon as they slide out of the jump stream, get that interdiction sphere up."
The jump linking began, flashes of ionizing particles lighting the HUD. Cythrawl toggled over his targeting systems to manual.
"Sphere launched!"
Slowly the IAC pilots began slipping from the spatual distortion affects that kept their ships in a natural cloak. Locking the first to appear, Cythrawl punched his gun controls...
"How many did we manage to get? They all ran as soon as they got out of the sphere."
"Count is: Four frigates, one assault class, one interceptor class, and two normal combat class. Two Capsules. The rest got through in the confusion."
"Eh, they run well. I don't think a single one tried to actually fight," Cythrawl chuckled over the link. His inboard mail screen was flashing with the notification he'd taken one of the capsules, and more than dented three of the frigates.
"It's a common practice," came yet another voice. Probably one of the Veto pilots. Cythrawl still couldn't get over flying with one-time hostiles.
"Hell, I'll be back in a bit. Guns are acting up," Cythrawl grumbled as he activated his drive to warp him across to the ZXIC-7 gate. A quick trip to ISS Tycho and he was back in position on the gate.
An hour later, a cynosural-equipped Kestrel-class frigate that escaped the primary encounter would be scanned down. Cythrawl would be chuckling again as the mail list pegged him as final blow on capsule and primary damage dealt on the Kestrel.
CVA might be in 9UY4-H with an impressive force, but IAC would be his primary objective for now...
...END LOG... Disconnecting... Connection severed...
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Time to go with a more... Honest, sig.
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