Halod Crane
Bastage Incorporated
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Posted - 2007.03.08 18:50:00 -
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Edited by: Halod Crane on 08/03/2007 18:49:13
Halod sat at the controls of his Raven class battleship, built in deep secrecy by the concord pawns that had put them to task collecting low sec tolls. He knew it's capability well, having taken a hand in designing it. Ordinarily Concord did not work with pirates, but his exceptional sexual skill had granted him access.
And so, he waited. It seemed like hours - he floated in the blackness of space paying scant attention to the passing haulers. His mind focused on one thing alone, revenge. Often he was mistaken for a carefree pirate, living a life of sin and luxury without a problem in the world. In reality he was hard, born of battle and damn sexy ontop of it. With a patience born of a thousand gate camps - he waited.
Finally it came, the modified Megathron named 'Shrike'. A Vindicator class battleship piloted by the anemic nerd Phoenus. It was time. A hail of torpedos let loose, as the incoming fire from the pathetic blasters mounted on the Vindicator bounced harmlessly off his armor. The first salvo took his shields, no surprise there. Quickly he switched to the explosive and kinetic rage torps he kept in his cargo hold, and activated both target painters.
"Catch." He said as they loaded and blazed forth.
Moments later, he sat above the wreck of the Vindicator a smile of content on his face. A passerby might have noted that it looked very much like a bird of prey picking over a fresh kill.
<BRAOOOOOM>
"snorthhwhahackwhatthehell?" Halod started awake, wondering what on earth had broken him out of that wonderfull and entirely realistic dream.
Leaning forward in his berth he looked out the porthole of the room he had rented with the last of his ill-gotten ISK, the magazine entitled 'Victorias' Daughters Secrets' he had been reading while 'falling asleep' fell off the bed. Gazing out the porthole, at first he couldn't make it out. It looked like a  ... in space.... finally the image grew clear and he noted, with no small amount of trepidation, that he was looking at the forward mounted turret of the Vindicator in his dream. That bastard had painted a around the edges and was currently engaged in tapping it lightly against the reinforced hull of his boarding room at the station.
<BRAOOOOOM>
"That's it." Halod launched out of bed, changed his underwear, and started sending evemails (from the lobby).
"It's time he was dealt with. Operation OstrichPants is a go." He said, his voice resolute.
"Pants" He repeated and looked down. "I should have put those on before coming to the lobby."
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To be clear, I have never even gotten close to killing Phoenus' Vindicator. My standard tactic is to run like a little schoolgirl runs from a very large and angry mouse. It's nice to dream though.
Any pirate corps that want to join the 'Use 40+ haulers to gank Phoenus op', please evemail me ingame. And uh, Phoenus... pretend you didn't read that last bit.
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Bastage Inc.
We do it for the hate mail.
Feel free to convo me ingame. I'm likely bored.
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