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jjjgg
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Posted - 2004.01.06 14:59:00 -
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She couldnt help but notice it everytime she entered the region, the space in Curse always seemed darker and more eiree than anywhere else. Making the jump into 0SHT sent shivers down her spine everytime and she was almost sure the cabin temperature had dropped despite her computer readouts confirming otherwise.
The stars themselves did not shine as brightly and from the corner of her eye shadows seemed to dance across space. If there had been a choice she would never enter Curse again, perhaps it was the ghosts of Jovians past or some dark trick the fabled warriors now inhabiting the region has spun upon it, but this region was haunted she was sure and only isk was the factor persuading her to enter it.
The region had been a warzone until very recently when suddenly the enemies of the Curse warriors had halted all incursions, perhaps they now felt the fear she did but evidence of the battles was plain to see. Battleship wreckage lay strewn along the space lanes and debris drifted peacefully through the stars. A hulking piece of an Apocalypse class vessel almost collided with her ship as her thoughts wandered, the debris so close the words 'Shrikes Battleship' could be made out.
Do the trade and get the hell out was the immediate feeling. A few jumps later and she was into HLW, an often thriving system even this far out into space, but not a single vessel showed in local scanners. Something was wrong, very wrong here. A quick pass of the stations filled her with dread, all seemed abandoned and the usual flickering lights and docking beacons were black as the void.
A quick check of the map for her trade destination of H-ADOC confused matters even more. A large blob of pilots appeared for a few seconds only to vanish without a trace and then reappear moments later. A technical malfunction with the onboard instruments she presumed, no, hoped would be the better description.
Onwards she travelled as fast as possible, ashamed at herself for such irrational fear, that gate to H-ADOC now in sight. Soon the ordeal would be over and she could flee this haunted region. Suddenly laughter could be heard in the cabin and no sooner as it was heard then it ceased. She checked the comms systems and just as she had left them they were off. Then it came again, a laughter that chilled her bones. What the hell is going on ? Was it merely in her head because this was not an electronic broadcast of any sort.........then it spoke.
A hushed voice eminated all around her very being "I am the Dark Lord and these are my Cursed Warriors". The voice sounded dead and distant yet she stood completely paralyzed with fear unaware on what she had stumbled upon. The stars themselves seemed to dim further and the shadows in space suddenly shifted. The hushed voice became a maniacal cackling as they began to appear. Ships materialized on all angles at an alarming rate and her scanners struggled to keep up ...40...50...60 at least and all black as space itself with no visible lights or power emissions. All bore the same ticker [Cursed].
She scrambled to engage the warp drive of her tiny shuttle but nothing would respond and the warning light was all she could see as it confirmed her vessel was being targetted. The evil laughter, she was now sure was in her head, reached such a level she was dropped to her knee's and tried cover her ears but to no avail. Her vid screen came to life and a face appeared. It was the man she had come to deal with, the man she had known for many years since childhood and grown to almost adore. A proud minmatar freedom fighter whom she and many others had learnt to trust and respect but his image now she barely recognised.
His once warm eyes looked right through her and were as dead as night, his once strong face now gaunt and expressionless.
His voice empty of emotion as he spoke to her "We are the Damned, the Warriors Cursed, may death embrace you"
These were the last words she heard as the ghost fleet took their victim. Her ships wreckage added to the mechanical graveyard in the haunted region known aptly as ....Curse.
The rest of the Universe knew nothing of what has been awoken in the Curse region, the power residing there gathering its forces. The Darklord, his Warriors and their allies all damned in the eyes of the others and now damned by god himself it would seem cannot be stopped. Let you all pray this entity, this army of the foresaken as such stays within the haunted region of Curse otherwise your universe shall be thrown into turmoil and darkness perhaps never to end.
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Alex Cray
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Posted - 2004.01.06 15:19:00 -
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Apart from some grammatical errors, it's a fine story.
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Tansien
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Posted - 2004.01.06 15:22:00 -
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Yep hehe  , good story
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jjjgg
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Posted - 2004.01.06 16:35:00 -
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Cheers, I posted it to wrong forum I know ....but no one reads the library one 
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TIvian
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Posted - 2004.01.06 17:12:00 -
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Very Nice Story, who cares if there are "gramitcal Errors"
Tyrell are nothing but a bunch of stuffed tos pots any way! Crusaders with out a cause.
and the wrecks and debris JJJgg is talking about....well some of that is Tyrell
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ColdFuzion
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Posted - 2004.01.06 17:27:00 -
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Good story hope this thread doesn't turn into a flame war
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Alystin Vrinn
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Posted - 2004.01.06 19:49:00 -
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cool story and has some vary true points --- keep up the good work
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Shamis Orzoz
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Posted - 2004.01.06 22:09:00 -
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It's a good effort to roleplay CA's logging tactics.
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ColdFuzion
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Posted - 2004.01.06 22:13:00 -
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Edited by: ColdFuzion on 06/01/2004 22:13:56
yeah i was in a indy and afk good job everything replaced 2 minutes
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Eris Discordia
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Posted - 2004.01.06 22:13:00 -
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moved to library
I ♥ my pink dreadnought of pwnage
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