Tara Read
FLA5HY RED
The Defenders of Pen Island
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Posted - 2011.09.12 07:52:00 -
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A Rough Score. This is a short back story of my Character Tara Read. Tara is a Pirate running from Her past which still remains a mystery. Gallente in origin and with an extensive military background, she puts her talents to good use... Enjoy.
Emptiness. Void. Darkness. . Ever since mans conscious self could grasp his own feeble mortality, one's meager existence it felt fleeting and almost non existent. But no more. For even in the depths of hell where man's soul burns we are immortal.
Sweat beat upon the exacerbated pilot's brow as millions of ripples of information fed into the neural interface that was now fused into her head. A flash. Two, three, perhaps even more as an eye twitches as her brain registers what is slowly unfolding. A curt, almost sadistic smile followed shortly. A violent explosion rocked Tara Read's ship as the turrets of her vessel tracked those who fought gripped with terror.
Pain exploded through her side as she could literally "feel" the damage inflicted upon her Megathron Class Vindicator. Warning sirens blared as a mixture of missiles and hybrid turret rounds blasted through the battleship's shield and upper armor plates. " 11 kilometers" She whispered. "10." "9500." "Bingo you son of a *****."
Without even moving, Tara willed her Vindicator into a direct line with a Hurricane Class Battlecruiser. A Disruption Field emitted from the massive behemoth , smothering the nimble craft in a field which shut off it's propulsion and left it immobilized as a stasis field enveloped the now beleaguered craft.
Her comms channel crackled as she heard the pilot. She could almost picture his pale face and the stench of urine as her Neutron Blasters trained point blank at the maimed craft. "P..please I beg you!" He cried."I'll pay you anything! 20 million! Umm.. Uhh.. No wait! 40! 40! Right? W..wait!.. God!.. N...."
Her Vindicator shuddered as all the Hybrids fired a salvo at once directly at the Hurricane. A bright flash enveloped her view as the Battlecruiser disintegrated right before her eyes. She had hardly any time to relish his demise when crimson splattered on her view port. A hull breach. She gasped and let out a groan as gritted teeth mashed against one another.
A chunk, the size of a fist was missing from her upper right thigh. Flames emitted from the side of her Vindicator as it cried out in it's own death throws while Nanites tried feverishly to repair the already catastrophic damage to her ships hull.
She gazed almost in a drifting serenity at the now more than 20 enemies on her overview. A Republic Taskforce. A mixture of Gallente Federation and Minmatar Republic ships had tracked her over thousands of AU's.
For several months, the Former Federation Navy Captain was a fugitive as her bounty increased with each pilot's corpse she sent into a flash freeze and every bit of cargo she stole. Now it seemed the past had come to reclaim her once more.
Another explosion. This time from a Brutix Class Battlecruiser as it screamed in front of her, strafing the massive Battleship as it listed to one side, it's capacitor leaking into the hull as capacitor booster's were shot into it like some death gripped junky desperate for one last fix.
A wide smile spread across her lips as the stasis field caught the green pilot in it's grasp as she opened fire with the deadly Neutron Blasters once more, shredding it into oblivion.
Suddenly a private channel opened as her neural interface registered the person. She spoke quickly as even then the massive battleship's midsection begin to split in two. "Is it done?" She asked. "It's done Tara. Looking forward to seeing you in a few. And I hope that bounty from that **** ant in Jita covers this little loss babe."
Dead Comms. There was nothing left but to take a few pathetic bastards with her. Her Neural warnings blared as she literally melted each Neutron Blaster as the Vindicator took several Cruisers and a Command Ship to their graves.
Gasping for air she looked out as scores of missiles from Typhoon Class battleships screamed towards her. She smirked as an old tune about Pirating ran through her head for the last time.
Darkness. Haze. She looked up at Ottro and smiled as he spoke "Ahoy There Doll." |