Archive for June, 2010

Blood and Souls and Lust

Posted in In-char on June 29, 2010 by DosTuMai

I’d done it again. My rage got the better of me.

Shortly after Kaela fell asleep, I slipped out and crashed my Nemesis-class Stealth Bomber in to the side of my POS tower, the resulting detonation from my munitions and vessel reaping huge damage to the tower, tearing a huge rent in the side.

My body shivering and convulsing in impotent rage within my capsule. As I survey the destruction caused by the rash act, I lay back and make a silent vow. Vowing to the Stars and the five ancient Gods for vengeance.

I dock in the nearest station and switch to another of my vessels – a Caracal-class Cruiser re-engineered by the Caldari Navy – and prowl the spacelanes for any unfortunate soul to cross my path and face my wrath.

Today will be full of death in the name of the Ancient Ones. Blood and Souls and lust.


On The Prowl

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

My Myrmidon-class Battlecruiser was prepped for launch, a friend of mine, a pilot going by the alias of Aggammenonn had a fleet up to go prowling low security space.

I arrive at the meeting point and await the arrival of the rest of the fleet, setting off a few minutes later as everyone slowly filters in.

Capsuleers, I think,  such fickle creatures we are. My thoughts were interrupted by our fleet commander. “Align to OMS gate, prepare to warp.” Our ship navigation computers linked as we recieved the gang warp. “Fleet, jump on contact,” Aggammenonn broadcasted over the fleet communications system.

Very little of interest heppened on the way until we reached Sujarento. “We have some targets in Tama That we have a formal war with. You will have to be flagged as a criminal if you attack, Dossie.”

“That doesn’t worry me, you know what I’m like.” I reply, grinning from ear to ear. “I didn’t think so. Fleet, hold on the gate and await further instructions.”

We wait for a moment. “Intel has come in, they’re on the other side of this gate. Fleet – jump through.” We all activate the gate systems being propelled thousands of AU to the target system. “Cold Calculation – Caracal is primary.” We open fire immediately, making quick work of his vessel. A new fleet arrives at the gate, “I’m gaining aggression from the neutrals, I’ll need to break off and attack, my pod wont be much use in a fight.” I say calmly over fleet comms. A Jaguar-class Assault Ship and a Cynnabal-class Cruiser began engaging me.

“Roger that, our targets are breaking off and I don’t mind going GCC.” He started targetting as my Myrmidon tore apart the Jaguar.

As both enemy fleets limped away, we left for a safe spot to wait out our criminal countdown. We left as soon as we criminal status and begun looking for more targets.

We found nothing, so the fleet broke up, leaving just Aggs and myself to prowl the space lanes.

We both arrive in Manjonakko – an old haunt of mine – and see a Cynosural field flagged on our overviews. It didn’t take much discussion and we warp to it and start to engage, tearing the immobilised vessel apart, the Moros-class Dreadnaught docking swiftly, knowing he’d never be able to hit our smaller vessels.

Aggs jumped through to the next system – Uuna – and spied a Prophecy-class Battlecruiser and high on our bloodlust, we engaged. The gate guns tipped the balance in the enemy’s favor as his fleet warped in. Agg’s Hurricane-class Battlecruiser was the first casualty, my Myrmidon following soon after under the onslaught.

Its was a fun roam and could’ve ended better, but such is life.

Snow Storm

Posted in In-char on June 19, 2010 by DosTuMai

Her milky white skin glistening with beads of perspiration. I look at her, admiring the beauty as she writhes in ecstasy. A single track of red tracing along the line of her perfect breasts, a direct contrast against her pale skin, her hungry dark eyes looking deep into my own. The deep, unfathomable pools losing me for a moment as I return her gaze, my tongue following the tangy, metallic tasting line up to the nape of her neck.

Brushing her hair from her shoulder as I suck, lips clamped around the lines made by my teeth, she groans softly, her nails digging into my flesh. Lost in each other’s pleasure. Love and lust both holding back our climaxes.

Need. Greed…

Teasing, pushing. Caressing. Biting.


Holding each other tightly, scarcely able to breathe as the culmination of hours of pleasure mounts. Our climaxes linking us as one for but a moment.


I lose myself in my Nightingale’s eyes, brushing her dark hair from her eyes. We smile and kiss, holding each other as we recover, rest.

The blizzard continues outside uninterrupted.


Posted in In-char on June 7, 2010 by DosTuMai

“We found him, he’s in Jeras just off planet four.” The news I had been waiting for. It’s been too long. The time for revenge is now. “Roger that, on my way.”

I run through the plan in my mind again. It was going to be a simple attack, a Frigate to lock down his warp drive and my Megathron-class Battleship to tear him apart.

We land on the Jeras gate in Usi, awaiting the all-clear. “Ghost to Phantom, I am in position. Jump through and warp to my position at five kilometres.” I acknowledge, then begin the jump procedure, my tackler jumping in with me. “Align; planet four. Initiating gang warp now.” Our warp drives link, heading to our target. My pulse racing as we get closer.

Visual range.

I see a lone Raven-class Battleship. Hailing him over the local beacon, “Julian Dale, you were responsible for the destruction of my father’s Hulk-class Exhumer in this very system not ten years past. I and my crew are the only survivors. Redemption is at hand.” Immediately locking up his ship, my tackler quickly engaging his warp disruptor before the target could escape. Four seconds to lock, come on, my drones deploying as I ready my Neutron Blaster Cannons. “Target lock acquired, you can warp out now, thanks guys,” my Warp Scrambler, Webifier and guns opening up on him, I send my Infiltrator II drones in for the kill. With the tackler gone, he begins to focus on me. My vessel shudders as the first wave of missiles begin hitting my ship – Wraith Cruise Missiles, how predictable of a State sponsored bastard. “Stupid bitch, the State will hunt you down and destroy every last part of your precious Guristas, and you will be watching from the hold of my ship, begging for mercy.”

“I bow down to no man,” I snarl, overloading my weapon systems and activating the Heavy Energy Neutralizer, his shields slowly going down. Warning systems screaming for my attention, my shields are lower than 20%, I engage the armor repair system, my armor heavily resistant to the kinetic damage he was dealing. Another warning – heat: 83%. shit, I stop overheating the guns and continue firing, his shields falling below 70%, slowly going lower.

A proximity warning shrills in my ear, six Manticore-class Stealth Bombers de-cloaking, “now you will know why the Caldari State are superior to you pirate scum,” the sneer evident in Julian’s voice. I begin locking on to the other vessels, still applying pressure and the vast majority of my weapons on his Raven. I lurch violently in my capsule as eighteen Juggernaut Torpedoes strike my hull, taking a huge swathe of my armor with them. I curse, “you filthy State bastard, fight like a man, or is your family so honourless that you have to pick on innocent civilians to make yourself feel big? Today, you will die, and at my hand.” My computer piping up, “target lock acquired.”

Within moments my drones reach the first Manticore, their weapons tearing in to its shields. In anger I turn my guns to the next, his shields and most of his armor disappearing with my first volley. Second volley hit, the vessel’s detonation setting off the ammunition inside, the blast rocking the nearest ships. I re-sight my weapons on the next ship, drones finishing off the first. My mind half on destroying the Stealth Bombers, half on my structural integrity – 45% armor remaining and falling rapidly, the third Manticore detonates, both drones and my ship’s guns addressing the fourth. Another proximity alert, my systems wailing a low armor alert, 25%. You pussy, what other ships are you calling in? As I open my mouth to speak, I look on the overview – Xiao Mei, “hello, Dos. Got yourself into a little trouble have we?” She chuckles, her Enyo-class Assault Ship streaking over my ship, engaging the remaining two Manticores. “Typical, you always show up at the most inopportune times, don’t you?”

“I love you too.” She says, the final Manticore exploding under a hail of fire. “You gonna sit there all day gawping, or are you going to thank me?”

I growl and readdress the Raven. “Shut up and stay out of it. This is my fight and I don’t want anyone butting in,” snapping at Mei, my drones re-aggressing.

Julian’s shields begin to buckle, his armor taking damage, he hails me, “stop, please. I can help you.” I glare at him, stopping my Blasters, “you, help me? How?”

“I am high up in State Intelligence, I can make things happen for you if you let me go.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a little worm, he’ll kill you the first opportunity,” the voice of Mei comes over comms, the closest thing to a sister I’ve ever had. “Don’t you think I know that?” I say to her privately.

“You have two seconds to prove to me what you’re worth.”

“I, wait, that’s no-” he stammers. “Too late,” my weapons fire, his structure fading fast. “You bitch, the State will hunt you and your kind down and destroy you all.” I laugh and continue to fire, the last volley tearing into his vessel.

I sigh and watch the murderer of my parents die, his ship rupturing. An explosion tearing out of his vessel, blossoming like a deadly flower. My vengeance was complete, but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet I revelled in the destruction. Am I evil for enjoying this? Or is there no such thing. Maybe I’ll know when it’s my time to leave this plain of existence.

A Memory – Torture 101

Posted in In-char on June 3, 2010 by DosTuMai

“Today, we shall learn about extracting useful information. Also known as torture techniques.” That caught my attention. I was the youngest in my class at only twelve-standard years of age – a tool of vengeance. I had earnt the respect of her classmates, all ten years my senior, for being the most ruthless and single-minded in my goals.

“Miss Kielle, come forwards,” the lecturer announced, looking at the display behind his desk. Swallowing in a dry throat I rose, my left hand on the of the blade I wore at my waist at all times. “Now, as you’re the perfect height, I will use you to demonstrate.” I nodded, eyeing the array of shiny tools on the bench beside the tall Amarrian male. His gaze heavy, as he looked at me, indicating to the chair behind him. “Remove your jacket and sit down.”

Slowly, carefully, I started to pull off my jacket, flushing in embarrassment as the tutor shot an appraising look over me, inclining his head respectfully. “Greetings, Miss Kielle, my name is Baelnai Haeg, you know my wife, Morai quite well.” Relaxing a little, still unsure of the aged gentleman but responded in kind, bowing my head, “greetings Senior Haeg, call me Dossie.” His smile was serene as he turned to the rest of the assembled students.

“Today, we will look at application of blades on pressure points. We’re not uncouth primitives so there will be no unfortunate souls joining us to be test subjects, instead, you will be writing notes and then applying the theory in several weeks when you get your practical.”

Four weeks later:

The Deteis female groaned as she came to, her eyes slowly focusing. “Welcome to the land of the living,” a calm, soft voice said, the woman groaned again. “Today, you will meet a good student of mine. Now, be a good girl and tell us what we want to know and we’ll make this quick,” she looked up, her sight becoming more focused, eyes widening in shock. An Amarrian stood behind the trolley in front of her, an arm around my shoulder, as I stood, leaning slightly in to him. “What do we need to learn from her, Senior Haeg?” I asked, glancing at the bound woman then back to checking the neatly arranged scalpels. “From her? Little of consequence, she’s a low-ranking foot pad from Caldari Intelligence.”

I giggled and inclined my head, addressing the captive, “well met stranger, I am Dos Tu Mai Kielle. Today you will learn the true meaning of pain and beg the Gods to put an end to the treatment.” I stepped around the trolley and sat in the woman’s lap. “I don’t care about your name, all I want are a few answers to some simple truths. Do you understand, stranger?” The woman blinked, her throat constricting, “how, how old are you?”

“Thirteen-standard today,” I replied. “Th-thirteen?” She spluttered incredulous, “you’re but a chi-” her words were cut off by a swift elbow in the solar plexus. Gasping, gagging, retching, the Caldari Intel officer was surprised at the force and aim of the blow. “I am thirteen, and by tradition – a woman. Approaching adulthood. I would stay my tongue if I were you.” The aged gentleman chuckled quietly, “she’s one of our most promising students, too.”

“Is this how you lawless scum treat children? You make me sick. If this poor child had been raised by responsible Caldari parents, she wouldn’t be-” a back-handed slap across her face silenced her for a moment, my other hand clenching on the hilt of a short sword at my hip. “Your precious State killed my parents, bitch.” I said, smouldering hatred burning deep within my eyes. “I chose the path I am on for revenge.” The old man cleared his throat, causing me to check my anger. “This bickering will get us nowhere. Now, tell us where the outpost you sent our men to is, or I will be forced to unleash Miss Kielle upon you.”

She made no response, her silence telling us more then words. “Miss Kielle, if you will.”

Humming a merry tune as I began to pull on a pair of gloves, I nodded to Senior Haeg, “music maestro,” my hands slowly indicating the array of scalpels as an upbeat tune started to play through the speakers. “Today, we have a fine selection of precision blades.” I rest my twin swords on a rack under the small, barred window then return to the chair. “Okay, I’ll ask you once before I lay down my intricate tapestry. Where are the fine ladies and gents of the Guristas you so unkindly imprisoned?”

“Carlson, State Intelligence Office. Tango-Foxtrot-One-One-Zero-Two,” came her response.

I sighed and sat on her lap, the back of her chair lowering to a reclined position as I idly sort through the scalpels, holding one in front of her face. “This is a fifteen millimetre, laser edged scalpel,” I hold another in front of her face, “this is another fifteen millimetre scalpel, but the edge was honed by hand.” I lift her ragged shirt sleeve and make a shallow cut with the first scalpel, making her hiss with pain. “Notice how this was a very fine incision, the blade is extremely sharp which means its cuts are extremely fine, this one on the other hand,” I cut her other arm with the hand-sharpened scalpel, causing her to gasp with the pain, “this, is honed by my own hand. And therefore not quite as sharp and causes more pain.” Her cold glare at the back of my head, I smile and step aside as Senior Haeg moved closer, a pair of scissors in his hands. “Now, far be it from me to be impertinent and not respect your privacy, Miss Carlson, but those clothes will get in the way.”

She struggled in the chair as he begun cutting away her clothing…

I left the chamber clutching a severed head in my hands, the intricate patterns of the cuts across her face, eyes frozen in blank terror and pain, I sigh. “Well done, Miss Kielle. Such beauty, such artistry. I’ve never seen such intricacy with a scalpel.”

I look up, numb, still clutching the severed head. “Twelve hours she withheld what we needed to know. Do you want me to get rid of that?” He pointed at the head. I got up slowly and started to leave. “N-no, I, I’m…”

I sat, curled up in the corner of my room, the head of the woman I’d spent so many long hours slowly, painfully torturing mocking me. Her now milky eyes boring in to me as if to say ‘you did this. You murdered me.’ I screamed and fled from my room, sleeping fitfully on the bridge of the Worm-class Frigate that was gifted to me for my turning of age. I am a woman now, that face will not be the only ghost in my dreams by the time I quit this plain.

A Busy Day

Posted in In-char on June 2, 2010 by DosTuMai

Sight, track, address, breathe. Fire. I track the targets along the range, following my every letter of my training. The sniper-pattern rifle an extension of my body. I’d just come from some back water planet-side bar, sparring with drug-crazed heavies. To think these Minmatar are supposed to be good fighters. Now I’m in my personal quarters, my clothing store moved to other areas of my POS, the cavernous chamber changed in quick order but a few days ago into a firing range…

The signs and portents were all there, I landed my Worm-class Frigate on Ebodold IV backlit by a blood moon. There will be death today, maybe I will find my end here, my mind in turmoil over the events of the last few weeks. With Mistress Ithiria’s disappearance, the smell of blood was never far away, the faint copper tinge on the wind as we travel along the rivers of time.

The air was thick with the incense of drugs, sweat and alcohol as I step in to the bar. The typical back alley dive with its own complimentary pack vermin-infested whores. I glance around and walk to the bar, “you’re a long way from anywhere, darlin’,” the barman drawled, his thick accent typical of the locals in the Heimatar region. I lay a pistol on the bar, glaring in to his eyes, “don’t call me darling. Drinks, all around.” His face settling to a neutral, despite the glint of avarice in his eyes, his body heavily musked in fear. Was it the fresh blood over my tunic he’d just noticed, or my demeanour? I had picked out a bar with the worst reputation on the planet and openly challenged the owner. The bar had fallen silent. “Excellent,” I step back from the bar slightly, body in a relaxed pose, muscles ready, coiled like a spring. The barman covers the bar in a large selection of drinks, he looked at me, “and yours?” He asked, glancing down at my pistol. “Nothing for now. Put another round on the bar for everyone.” His face incredulous as he looks at me, “and how do you plan to pay for it, darlin’?”

I smile, my long, heavy coat dropping from my shoulders, his eyes dropping to my hips. “With blood,” I say, his hand darting to the pistol I left on the bar. The rest of the patrons exploded in to violence as the barman’s wretched scream tore the silence, my blade shearing effortlessly through his arm. I duck and take a diving roll to my left just in time as the barman got vaporised by a heavy bore rifle. I laugh, as though in a state of hysteria, a man fell under his own weight as I severed his legs, two crimson half-moons singing through the air as I bring both my swords around for death-dealing blows.

Within moments the bar was silent, onlookers unsure of the gunfire and screams coming from inside. Two law enforcement officers ran, shouting in to their communicators, “Gunfire in the red district, sector three-one-alpha. Requesting-” I fire two shots, catching both the law men in the center of their foreheads and smile as I leave, four severed heads held from their hair in my left hand and a compact assault pistol in my right, smoke and fire enveloping the street. My chill laugh filling the air as I walk casually back towards the space port and my vessel.