Where the Hell are those courier packages?
get hold of our agent i want to know why they haven’t arrived yet.
It wasn’t the deck crews fault, but i had spent the last several weeks preparing for this week, and at the last possible moment several of the deliveries were running late.
A grand total of 268 Destroyers and parts had been strategically placed in High Sec Systems over the past several weeks, but the ammo was runnign late. And without ammo there would be no point to any of the preparation.
Leaving the hanger I headed down to the bar, I needed a drink to calm my anger. Listening to piss poor excuses from overpaid haulage egencies did nothing to help my stress levels.
Walking in to the bar I took my seat at the booth reserved for Bastards. This booth was special in a couple of ways, one it had a perfect vantage point over the entrance so you could see everyone who passed through the busy little bar and secondly it was rigged with some very expensive electronics.
An E-Screen enveloped the booth, an electromagnetic barrier that prevented any eavesdropping devices from functioning within its range. This was most usefull, on more than one occasion as drunken Bastards had let slip a little too much information on upcoming ops.
and in case of emergency’s the entire booth was sitting on top of an old elevator shaft, so at the flick of a switch it could be removed from the bar and any potential trouble.
But it was the E-Screen i was interested in using today. I was meeting with a couple of new recruits and an old friend who would be joining us for the upcoming event.
As the screen enveloped the booth isolating us from the rest of the rabble i found Leroxee and TFS Tibbs lookign at me waiting to hear why they had been summoned.
Tibbs was a recruit working through the process, he seemed like a decent kind of guy, as much as pirates could be, and was eager to make his mark.
Leroxee was a friend from way back when i used to run freighter trips with my old man. I bumped in to him as he was wondering through high sec looking for ‘ his destiny’ as he likes to call it.
I knew he was a natural pilot, a little under skilled but with some training could be a welcome addition to The Bastards.
“So. Hulkageddon” i told them
“I take it you know what im talking about.”
They both looked at each other before answering.
“well kind of” they replied in unison.
OK then let me lay it out for you.
Hulkageddon is a week long event organised by Helicity Boson of the Python Cartel. The aim of which is to destroy as many Mining vessels as is humanly possible within that period. and let me tell you there are some nice rewards for this one.
We will be operating in High security space, under the watchdull eye of concrod and i dont need to tell you what they will do when they catch us. and i assure you catchus they will.
So we will be flying cheap and in packs. i have arranged for several drops to be made close to mining operations. all i need is pilots that aren’t afraid to go up against CONCORD.
Are you interested?
they both responded with enthusiasm. “what can we do to help?”
contact any friends you have that can move unnoticed through high sec, we need scouts and haulers to keep us going throughout the week.
With a couple more pilots and some logistacal assistance this was shaping up to be a good event, i dismissed them and let them get to sorting themselves out.
As they left I shouted back to them. Don’t forget to sort your clones out, this one could get messy.
With that sorted there was nothing left more me to do except wait.
A few moments before midnight in New Eden the day the op is due to start and we have marked our first target.
” target is lined up 3km on approach”
“Ok let me know when your at optimal”
“pilots ensure your guns are grouped and loaded, you have insured your ship and x when ready.”
i waited with nervouse anticipation as the pilots marked their readiness and the scout edged closer to the mark.
“in position, waiting for the go”
i watched the clock carefully, waiting for teh perfect moment to launch the strike.
time seemed to slow as that inevitabele moment approached.
“UNDOCK, UNDOCK, UNDOCK”
The destroyers undocked and raced for the gate to our targets system
“Hold cloak on teh other side wait tillw ehave all loaded”
as pilots called their system load, i kept in comms with the scout confirming our target was still viable.
“we have a go”
All pilots warp to scout in 3, 2, 1, Warp.
As the destroyers aligned towards our unwitting witness Concrod appeared on grid, non too pleased with our entry they imediatly targetted all Hostile targets.
But they made a mistake, applying webbifiers before points only made su align that much quicker.
looking at my overview i see all pilots are away.
“overload everything we wont get many shots, make them count”
As we landed on top of our victim, targetting system went active acquiring a weapons lock.
“point and DPS” i called though the silent comms channel,
A call which was quickly echoed by the rest of the pilots.
My guns managed 3 cycles thanks to the cheap Hardwiring i had installed before CONCORD landed on top of us.
“Hermit Is jammed”
and then those 3 wonderful words i love to hear so much.
“target is down”
With my ship locked in the tight grip of a warp disruption field and CONCORD launching repeated vollies at my frigile hull i had a few seconds to contemplate the morals behind what i had just done.
But without enough time to reach a decision my Pod was jettisoned and i was heading back towards safety, away from any pilot who may be looking to take advantage of my undefended criminal status.
Once i was safely on my way i checked on the status of the other pilots, all had made it away safely.
And this is how it was to be hour after hour, day after day. Repeatedly scouting and running at targets, there was little they could do to defend against this kind of attack.
After 9 days the event was over. The Bastards had placed a repsectable third place in the corporation rankings.
Me personally placing 3rd and my old friend leroxee pipping me to second place.
It was a great event to take part in and a privelage to run it on behalf of The Bastards.
Returning to the Bar i took up my usual place and ordered a particularly strong spirit from the bar keeps private collection. As the drink arrived Persephone Astrid walked in, and took a seat beside me.
“With that out of the way its time to get Bushkazi going.”
This was Persephone’s Brain child an event she had run for The Bastard earlier in the year, and this time she was wanting to open it up to anyone wanting to enter.
And so we set about it.