Archive for April, 2010

Garage Sale

Posted in In-char on April 30, 2010 by DosTuMai

I sigh as I enter the Corporate hangars, looking at my data pad.

The first warehouse in the first hangar, the dented, fading sign telling me I was entering the Ammunition & Drones warehouse. Excellent, I think, my area of expertise. As I key in my security code, I glance at my datapad again, making a mental note of the locations of all the useful charges and drones. All Tech 1 items, so there wont be much left once I’m done here, the door opens and I jump back with a yelp, a large stack of Exterminator F.O.F Missiles collapses and falls through the door. I kick the nearest offensive item, glaring at it then shout at the station manager stood behind me, “the hell kind of organisation do you call this?” He steps back, stammering his answer, “I-I’m sorry, Ma’am. I will take every possible action to make sure this never happens.”

“Good, get this fething mess cleared up and moved to the reprocessing plant, this slate has details of what other charges I want sent there too. The rest of you, follow me.” The station manager mutters something under his breath, glaring at my back, “I’m not a bitch, I am the bitch, and it is Ms. Bitch to you.” I stop and spin on my heel, looking directly into his eyes, a small silver dagger flying through the air, digging into the deck millimeters from his foot. “get on with your work. That was an order, not a request.”

The three other warehouses in the modules hangar cleared and sorted swiftly, the vast majority of their contents sent to my personal hangars for transport and sale.

I reach the Minerals and Ore hangar, keying in my access code and sigh. This is not my area of expertise, but these places still need a clear out. “You, you and you, we just need a little-” I sneeze “-excuse me, just need a little tidying up and stacking of all ores. I’ll leave you to it while I check out the ship hangars.” Rubbing my nose in my kerchief and head to the last hangar that needed clearing – the ships hangar.

The vast hangar doors swing open, lights slowly blinking in to life. I blink, staring blankly at the massive fleet of ships before me. “What the…” I look down, staring at the datapad, tapping it then rubbing my eyes in disbelief.

—- Hangar log – Ships ( (Log ID 30002756) User ID 4236738 ) —-

Name:Classification:Number

Gallente Shuttle : Ship – Shuttle : 844

Kestrel : Ship – Frigate : 14

Bantam : Ship – Frigate : 52

Itteron Mark V : Ship – Industrial : 2

Retriever : Ship – Mining Barge : 1

Procurer : Ship – Mining Barge : 1

—- End Log —-

“Right, okay,” I look at the deck hands beside me and sigh, “get some more people and move all of those Bantam and shuttles to the reprocessing plant. Lets get this finished so I can sell everything else.”

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That guy has a duck’s ass on his head~!!

Posted in OOC Rampancy on April 29, 2010 by DosTuMai

You read it right. I saw some crazy looking person today as I was casually flirting with a cute librarian.

His hair was styled in such a way that it looked like he sat a duck on his head. Backwards. And called it a hat.

He was a teddy boy from neck upwards and a punk from neck down. I was so confused, so I asked him, “excuse me, but what do you feed your hat?” He looked at me oddly, the librarian I was flirting with shrugged and continued working. “Pardon?” He asked, obviously oblivious to what I was referring to.

“The pet duck you keep on your head. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out why you sit it backwards.”

“My… What? Are you on drugs?”

I shrug and sigh, glancing furtively around, “no, but don’t let the purple gibbon sat behind you know. They think they’re invisible to me, but I know otherwise.” His face a mixture of shock, surprise, worry and something I couldn’t quite figure out. “They think I take the pills that make them invisible, but I know. I know.” I let out a short, slightly manic giggle then skip off, blowing a kiss to the confused looking librarian.

Life without a sense of humor is really quite dull.

Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed

Posted in In-char on April 28, 2010 by DosTuMai

A shiver of trepidation runs down my spine as I realise the task I’ve set myself. It’s no small feat to even attempt sorting out Corporate hangars, and I was foolish enough to volunteer myself for the long and drawn out job. Still, today has been good, I may have recruited a new member to our infamous Alliance in our own unique way. His Retriever-class Mining Barge fell to my Harbinger only yesterday.

His response to the customer satisfaction form was most impressive.

—-NeoComm mail system —- ID28042010—-

Re: Customer Satisfaction

From: Neirith

Sent: 2010.04.28 08:47

To: Dossie Kielle,

Hello Victim! Please fill out the following customer experience assessment form and reply to me ASAP

THANK YOU

Hello,

My name is [Neirith], and I was:

[ ] Pod Killed

[ ] Robbed

[X] Ship Killed

[ ] Ransomed

[X} attempted a second time without response

by Dossie Kielle on [Yesterday] in the system [near here].

I am writing to inform you, that yourself, and the rest of your corp are

[ ] CS Kiddies

[ ] WoW Players

[ ] Evil Feckers

[ ] To**ers

[ ] Ar**holes

[ ] Griefers

[X] Pirate Scum with tought-through tactics, well done

[ ] Counts

[ ] Twits

[ ] Mother******

[ ] Lamers

[ ] Losers

[ ] B******

and you

[ ] Ruin the game for everyone

[X] Enraged me at first attempt

[ ] Bankrupted me

[ ] Give too much grief

[ ] Destroy the point in playing

[X] Other (Please State) Really have a nice way of making money, I might say I’m interested in that sort of playstyle ^_^

Please do not do so again. I won’t

Dossie Kielle

The White Rabbits

PLEASE ADVISE FRIENDS THAT WE DO HONOUR RANSOMS

—End mail system—-

Well, as things go, I shall keep you all posted. Now on with clearing this mess my Corp calls it’s assets…

A Good Omen

Posted in In-char on April 27, 2010 by DosTuMai

I yawn and stretch. Having spent the last three hours surrounded by vessels of the Angel Cartel, slowly tearing my way through them, I decide it’s time for something a little more relaxing.

I dock up Caerbannog, and have my capsule swiftly thrown into my Buzzard-class Covert Ops Frigate. It’s time I did a little more exploration and maybe find myself a low end Wormhole to take my Harbinger to. Or so I thought.

Arriving in Jeras, I drop my probes and warp to a safe spot, habitually cloaking up as I position the probes. Nothing fantastic on scan. A few minor Guristas installations and nothing else. I sigh and look at the local NeoComm beacon, a nice pilot I know named Elastra in local so I jump into Usi and grab my Harbinger-class Battlecruiser before the NeoComm system is reset.

“Hi, Elastra.”

“Hi there Dossie,” she replies, smiling. “How are you?” I enquire, my ship shuddering as she lands in the first asteroid belt. “I’m good thank you, how about yourself?” She asks. “I’m good, just belt hopping.” We talk some more, the typical inconsequential stuff that two people who barely know each other talk about, I pass a pilot called Neirith in an asteroid belt. A member of a Corp I’m not the greatest fan of and make a mental note of which belt he is in then continue my patrol of the asteroid belts, making sure no low-ranking Guristas are harassing people I know. Nothing.

So I warp back to the belt with Neirith in, “Yoink,” I say, transferring his ore into my own canister.

As I begin to move back into optimal range for my weapons, he releases his drones – Hobgoblin Is – and engages me, sending his two pitiful drones to attack. I laugh and respond in kind, five kilometre from my optimal and tear through most of his shields in a single volley.

The fight was quick and one-sided, my skills obviously dealing higher damage then his ship’s tank and his intellect combined.

Elastra, you wanna come to VII – belt 6 please,” I ask. “On my way,” she replies.

”Thank you. You’ll need 22k cargo space.”

She giggles, “I’ve been there most of the day, but I can’t pick up in the Freighter so only have hulk.”

“Take all the ore for free.” I say, feeling generous.

Doc Hog from the same Corporation warps in moments later and engages me, my shields slowly dropping as I begin tearing into his Omen-class Cruiser, “I’m out” he says, his armor rapidly depleting.

”Couldn’t break my tank? I should’ve fitted a point. Oh well, didn’t think I’d be fighting anyone.” I say as he warps out with very heavy armor damage. “Nice tank,” said Doc Hog,

“Harbinger: Epic win ship.” I smile, not sending him any details of how the vessel is fitted.

”Yer, tell me,” he says, his accent pointing out his low-born up-raising.

“I’m gonna grab a point.” As I warp to the Usi gate.

”Okay, she’s back,” he says as I land back in Jeras, “hello mate.” I warp back to Jeras VII – asteroid belt 6 and find Doc Hog there in his Omen and a Brutix-class Battlecruiser. Now this is going to be fun, I think and open fire on Doc Hog’s Omen, disrupting his warp core.

“Joon not aggressing?” I ask, glancing over at the Jin-Mei’s vessel, seemingly floating there idle.

“No she don’t like fighting too much.”

“Carebears…” I sigh, continuing to pound the Cruiser. My Medium Beam Lasers tearing into his shields, taking all of three volleys to reach his armor. Not again, another quick fight? I change my opinion and realise his friend in the Brutix was repairing Doc’s armor remotely. I grin and release my Hammerhead IIs, sending them in to tear him apart. His armor diminishing faster with the additional punishment from my drones. He starts striking into my armor as my damage brings him to 25% armor.

The fight lasted all of 2 minutes before I start touching his structure, my Multifrequency crystals unleash electromagnetic fury upon his vessel. All too quickly, the Omen starts to tear apart under the strain of my sustained fire, parts of the structure rupturing as I continue firing.

The Omen explodes, giving me yet another beautiful explosion to make my day happier.

I start approaching the wreckage of the freshly destroyed vessel and scoop the loot into my hold.

Joon Pha groans in local. “Feck, bitch scooped me by a few hundred metres.”

“Thanks for the fight,” he calls as he leaves the system, “oh, thanks for the loot, too,” I respond.

Where’s My Monkey?

Posted in OOC Rampancy on April 25, 2010 by DosTuMai

I hate my connection. It’s sooo annoying. I mean, really – what’s the deal with this throttle. I have a new Gila and with this throttling, I can’t mission as much as I’d like to refit it. That, and I want to T2 rig it.

My piewat has been reactivated and all the fun things happen at times I’m not on, but at least I can get online.

Have fun and fly dangerous. o7

Spirit’s Demise

Posted in In-char on April 23, 2010 by DosTuMai

The Spirit of Korako, Gila-class Cruiser of Guristas origin was lazily drifting out of the docking tube of Kaimon II – 10.

I re-read the message then plot a course to Ishomilken – a journey I make quite often. Umbra Vipera awaiting me there in his Hound-class Stealth Bomber. I run a final check of my combat systems, shield, weapons online, running under normal parameters. Drone control systems and drones ready, and awaiting deployment. The Spirit of Korako lands on the Ishomilken gate in Usi and I link with the systems, jumping as soon as my warp drive shuts down.

“Warp drive active.” My beautiful vessel shuddering slightly as she begins to turn, aligning to my destination – a small annex of Guristas separatists. An ancient acceleration gate coming in to range as I land at the location provided, “Umbra, warp in. Let’s destroy these fools.” I activate the gate, immediately stirring my drones in to readiness.

I exhale slowly as I land amid six Battleship-class vessels, and six Cruiser-class vessels, immediately I begin the locking procedures, disgorging a payload of Hammerhead II Medium drones. I rotate my camera drone, sizing up the enemy vessels, my drones following the streak of my missiles to my first target.

A sudden impact close to my ship makes me start, the dying waves of a torpedoes impact hailing the arrival of my wing man. My drones and missiles making quick work of the enemy Cruisers, Umbra’s torpedoes tearing into the Battleships. I readdress and begin targeting the Battleships, following Umbra’s destructive volleys adding my own heavy missiles and combat drones.

Over as quickly as we begun, I speak to my wing man, “Activating the gate, warp in once they aggress me.”

“Let me know when they aggress you.”

My drones return to their relative perches in the drone bay, I activate the acceleration gate. Another eight Battleships, six Cruisers and four Frigates awaiting me once my warp drive shuts down. “So you’ve arrived Miss Kielle. Time to die.” The lead ship threatening me in the local NeoComm beacon. I laugh, all enemy ships targeting me, unleashing their weapons. “I have aggression, when you’re ready.”

“Approaching gate…”

“Roger, Hit it.” My Hobgoblin II Scout Drones flying from my drone by, immediately tearing into the enemy Frigates.

“I can’t access the gate, the gate is locked down,” shit, I think, my mind racing. “I can deal with this. Thanks for the help.” I sigh and return my attention to the vessels attacking me, all Frigates down, my Hobgoblins Returning to the drone bay to be replaced with my Hammerheads.

I tear through the enemy vessels, leaving their leader until last.

“Your death will be swift,” my Hammerheads returning to the bay, I unleash my Ogre Heavy Attack Drones, my missiles screaming over to him as the large drones slowly approaching the last Battleship.

Quickly tearing through his shields, drones and missiles dealing massive damage. As my weapons tear massive scars into his armor, his structure rupturing. Venting fuel and the innards of his ship, slowly turning out of control, damage causing massive system failure. My final target combusted, the shock wave rocking my Ogres as I recall them to their bay. So much for my death.

I activate the final gate and land in empty space, a message coming over the NeoComm, Pynekastoh, my next destination.

I set my autopilot system to guide me to the next location and make all speed. Seven jump journey, it’ll be short.

Hirri – Pynekastoh gate, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Let’s do this,” I say quietly to myself, jumping into my destination system. One capsuleer in local. I immediately warp to a planet and begin checking through my systems. Proximity alarms wailing, Zealot-class Heavy Assault ship landing 28km from me, I look over and consider my options, aligning too late as he begins locking up my vessel. I hit warp, “you are unable to warp because you are warp scrambled.”

I begin locking up his vessel, launching my Vespa EC-600 Electronic Warfare drones. A Curse-class Force Recon warping in 250km away, approaching quickly. My mind finding itself blank, not thinking as I suddenly realise the drones were being destroyed. Breathing deeply, slowly to calm myself, you’ve fought capsuleers before, don’t panic. I calm myself and begin aligning, all of my EWAR drones destroyed. Looks like I’m in it for the long run, then. Let’s hope I can tank this. I unleash my Hammerheads, immediately firing my missiles, shields holding up fine against the incoming damage. The Curse approaching at a steady pace, This wont go well. All too late I realise my drones are sustaining damage. Two Hammerheads down, I recall them and switch them for Hobgoblins. The Curse begins to open fire, releasing his drones, my shields slowly but surely depleting. I shudder as the alarm systems wail, 20% shields remaining, my armor will fold quickly. Gritting my teeth, waiting for the bang, the alarm for my armor wailing within seconds. The structure will go soon, very soon.

The Spirit of Korako starts shacking violently, alarms sounding all over the ship as the enemy lasers tear chunks out of my armor and structure. Finally the vessel explodes, my pod popping out, I warp off and back to Kaimon. My beautiful Gila destroyed because I panicked and didn’t think.

As soon as I dock in Kaimon, I leave my capsule and storm to my room, angry with myself for being so foolish. Time to meditate upon what I learnt today and endeavour to not be so foolish again.

That hurt my wallet…

Posted in OOC Rampancy on April 22, 2010 by DosTuMai

A new day and more things to add to my shopping list. My pirate is getting a Moros and Dossie will be training for a Thanatos.

Buying Cap skills twice over really hurt my wallet. But as I already have the ships, I’ll be saving a lot of money from that. Now all I have to do is get the skill books to her, or just contract it and pick them up at a later date.

Status report for those that know I’m writing a story: I lost the notepads that I was writing it on originally and am now starting from scratch. This time I’ll write on bot my laptop and in notepads. You never know when the urge to write something will come up, so I always carry paper and pens with me for that purpose. It’s just not convenient to carry my laptop everywhere and having to boot it up when I get the urge.

Have fun and fly dangerous. o7