EVE Fiction

… The static of the comms kick in as my corpmate “Flare” speaks up: *Pssht* “Rose! A Dramiel at the small, get out here!” *Pssht*.

I quickly close the cargo of my Rifter named “xoxo” and start to run the mandatory undocking checks as the static kicks in again: *Pssht* “Where are you! I’ve got point!” *Pssht*.

“I’m undocking, hold on!”.

Cursing at the slow undocking procedures I start to align to the only small complex in the system and initiate my warpdrive. “Flare, I’m in warp!”.

*Pssht* “About time! This guy is slippery and I am having trouble to hold my point. Did you bring a web?” *Pssht*

“Yeah I have a web and a scrambler fitted, punching gate!”

I enter the complex and notice Flare in his Rifter move everywhere to keep the Dramiel in check. Quickly I lock on, overheat everything and burn myself into web range.

“Burning to web range, try to keep point on him.”

*Pssht* “Hurry he is shredding me and probably dualprop fit.” *Pssht*

I hit the right range and activate my webifier to reduce his speed, at the same time I activate my turrets and manage to land some shells on the guy. Flare already got him to 50% armor, it wouldn’t take us long to get him down now.

We got him in structure!

Suddenly the Dramiel starts to move straight away from me and I cannot seem to get any closer.
“Flare! He’s getting away like this!” I shout over comms.

*Pssht* “Careful, he is slingshotting you!” *Pssht*

“He is what!?”

The Dramiel starts to move rapidly towards me and for 1 second I thought everything was back to perfect point and web again.

He swooshed past me and rapidly moved out of my webifier range as I swooshed the other way.

“Lost web and scramble!”
*Pssht* “Ack! I lost point, he is warping out.” *Pssht*

"He's gone..."
*Pssht* “… Back to station.” *Pssht*