Crime & Punishment

Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

This is a story of a pirate of whom dares to win, and to profit in the proceedings that follow his first encounter with fate.

It all started with a single volley of weapon fire, the weapons cycled and the ammunition discharged into the shields, greatly shaking its crew members not to mention the pod pilot. The pilot immidiately opens a comms channel and starts whittering on and on about "please stop! i'll pay money!" I was having none of this heretical bribery, his ship recieved several more volleys before hull plating seemed to drift away from the main bulk of what was left of the ship. Aswell as crew members being thrown into the void to die horribly. The battleship never stood a chance.

"You've gone and done it again havnt you..."
It was more a statement than a question as I had done this many a time before.
"So, whats your problem? it gets us salvage we need for those damnable rig blueprints you bought a few days ago!"
Rolling my eyes and shrugging, as he decloaks a frigate class ship which i do not recognise... looks amarrian. Need to note what it is later.

"You know we could have bought this off the market? right?"
I sigh deeply and explain: "you also realise that our wallets arent even equiped with the money to tackle what we need..."
"Fine fine, but would you please atleast put the pod pilot out of his misery, him squirming in a pod is disgraceful!" He exclaims with disgust.
"Right after i ransom his Pod... jeez"

Still in the open Comms between myself and the victim, I do the most sensible thing a pirate would do... fire one gun at the pod to get his unswerving attention.
The comms flicker into life.
"Oh god! Anything but the pod!!"
"Oh yeah? how much are you willing to part with for the egg?!" another 1 gun volley into the pod keeps the pilot fearing for it, only half hull left.
"100 Million Isk!!"
"Not enough mate, but for you i'll do a special deal give me 350 million isk and i'll let you go"
The exchange happens before i finger the button to end the poor victims life.
"It seems as though this one has a spark of inteligence! Go on get out of here" turning off the warp scrambler and unlocking the pod he seems to brighten up a bit through comms
"T-thank you" and no sooner is his pod gone.


Several minuites go by
Switching back to Comms with my friend he politely asks me to go die in a cement filled well and as he is done salvaging the wreck I pulse the directional scanner and find that there are other ships in the vicinity that probably saw or heard that ruckus in the 'Local' comms.

There was a flaring red alarm, coming back from a nearby station, he was returning with another ship, only it didnt look like it could be destroyed by me alone. So I told my friend to recloak and move away from the battlefield, as I move closer to the salvaged wreck I noticed that my friend had not bothered to loot the damned thing. Thinking to myself, "Fine! if you cant trust other people to keep the space lanes tidy you may aswell do it yourself!" My Ashimmu will taste yet more prey before the end of today.

Chugging up to the wreck, I decide that if he landed before i got the loot i'd shoot it and worry about him later. However i was there before he landed so finders keepers, the wreck contained no less than a Domination warp disruptor and a domination Stasis Webifier, I was in shock. First thought, What idiot would bring a ship out with modules worth more than my bl*ody implants, ship AND my mother. Second thought, we are RICH!
As I tell my friend in the cloaking amarrian ship about our find, he practically faints and barks back at me "Get the F*ck out of there we need that god-damned money!"

And like any good ex-military serviceman, I know when to get the hell out. As my warp engines warm up the victim lands not fifteen kilometres away! and starts approaching me with velocity I thought unheard of for a ship of that size, he had reached nine thousand and three metres before my warp engines decided to jump to life and carry me off to my destination.



This was only the begining, of a journey that would span nearly half the galaxy and attempts of revenge killing...

Part 1 Fin

That is a sexy story, now please get on with it and write part 2.

Despite the questionable spulling+grammarz you've piqued my interest.

Please, go on.

Part 3
Wars enigma



"Go go go!" the order was given and the fleet undocked all at once "Im warping us all to our cloaky pilot to ten kilometers, hang on!" as the fleets warp engines kicked in we lost a griffin bathing the flet in its fire, his pod was consumed by the battleships shortly after.
As we landed I roared "Align to the stargate!" and the battleships at the station were aligning to follow us as the battleships landed and started locking, we were gone before they could cycle guns.

At the gate it was different there were several frigates, all of sansha origin, god! this day keeps getting better! And the order was given to jump through and turn to burn back to the gate.
The battleships soon followed, excelent, it now our trap!
"Primary is the raven!"
ECM was spread through out the enemy fleet some of them could not lockmfor several minuites, and then the bhaalgorn opened up and the ravens shields were evaporating and in local the pilot pleaded "Please have mercy!" I laughed whole-heatedly
"Kill him and his pod, no mercy!" As i decreed this, the armageddon had enough time to lock me and fire once before being jammed once more.
"Primary is the abbadon! secondary the Rokh!" as my order was given the Raven exploded into ball of fire with prow drifting into the gate and its power conduits were too badly damaged, so it had to offline to avoid exploding. The ECM was to heavy for them this time They could only get off another shot or two, and then we picked apart the abbadon who pleaded in local channel "Please stop! i'll pay! Stop!!" these people had no backbone, and went into hull, pieces of his ship started drifting away from the main bulk and we stopped at 2% structure.
Immidiately switching to the Rokh whose shields help for a while... until the bhaalgorn got into nuetralising range, I ordered that no-one fire bar the griffins, to avenge their fallen comrade. It was hilarious, concentrated rocket fire never looked so good.

And finally we came back to the armageddon, and the fleet was ordered "open fire, burn his ship leave the loot" and with that the armageddons prow exploded and the pod was warp disrupted for ransoming.


In a chat channel with all the fleet members and the two victims:
"We really need to stop meeting like this!"
"You B*stard! i'll hunt you for the rest of your life!" I grinned at this prospect, if i knew how he fitted his battleships.
"You my friend are welcome to try any time!"
"I'll kill all of you!"
"like you did a few minuites ago?" chimed in the blackbird pilot, which sent a few of the griffin pilots in fits of laughter, the priest also added "what do we do now?"
I replied "Well for this grievance, against me and my friends here you are to pay one Billion Isk between the pair of you!"
There was a Gasp from most if not all of the pilots in the fleet and of the raven pilot
"However, I am kind, and I am going to make the raven pilot pay two hundred million instead of a fifty fifty split" and the raven pilot sighed relief.
"N-never!" the twice over victim declared.
"But we'll die! You mother Fu---" I cut him off with an exploding pod, shock and anguish filled his next words "p-please! anything but that!"
I simply replied "You haven't paid yet" and the transaction was complete and his raven limped off to the nearest working stargate, another two hundred million lighter and a little wiser.

Later after this the money was split evenly between the pilots who had accepted my fleet invite and some of the money went toward the navy issue dominix pilot, cant let a willing sacrafice get away with being mr. noble now can we?


Later that night when the fleet dispersed into highsec many millions heavier, except the priest and Rucia who had slipped through the gate just in time to avoid being stuck in a deadend system, sneaky git.
"So friends what do you intend to do with you're new found wealth? I plan on going to the khanid kingdom, to spread the true word of the lord"
"We need to get out as soon as possible" Rucia spoke for the first time in an age.
"We have blueprints and ... Sh*t! Where are the blueprints?!" a striking realisation had me by the fore of my mind, where were the blueprints?
"I dont know dude! I thought you picked them up!" A laughter came from rucia like i'd never heard it before "only kidding there here, where do you think I was not helping you, dumb*ss..." and rucia continued to chuckle.
"If you worry me like that ever again i'll kill you" laughing off the atmosphere.
"Now, my children do you need help or can I get on with my pilgramage?" said the priest dryly
"Yes you may Ofal, but how about you take it nice and slow and join us for a while?"
"It would be my pleasure!" replied Ofal, back to his jovial tone.


Rucia and me had then created a 'Corporation' which, later the twice destroyed victim declared war against, and has not since lifted the war in many, many years. None-the-less, that is another story for another day...



Part 4
Danger at the gates!

coming soon

OOC: The priest has a hilariously thick Irish accent. Ofal is also named a friend of mine whom was born from Norway and lives in Ireland.
Rucia and myself are actually English / Brittish. Think thick londoner accent.

Part 4
Danger at the gates!


After many jumps, through stargates that seemed to blend together.
Too many gates... Im starting to hate gates!
Drop the loot? no! our future is more important than that.
After all, we've come so far...

"Hey..." Rucia speaks quietly " how much farther do we need to go?"
I had planned on getting there before answering questions, but mind numbing boredom and the one hundred and fifty eight jumps were getting on my preverbials.
"Only need to go another four jumps, then we can relax!" thinking about it, it was atleast another fifteen jumps to go to sell these blasted modules. Best deal had better be worth it, or there will be blood!

One jump later:
"Hey, Rucia! Ofal! Dont you recognise that system?"
"That would be the holy site of new eden... I am going to go there for a days prayer!" Ofal spoke before either of us could make an observation. I was shocked, he was going to delay our blasted future! but I must admit, the journey has drained us as a group. A break couldn't hurt. Could it?


Upon entering the system, lots of people were here... too many. ALL of them were wearing the same ticker! [E-UNI] For the love of the gods! fifty nine of the beggars! were not fighting them! EVER! And not five seconds later had this mental note been completed the whole fleet warped to the gate, weapons fire had been detected at the monolith...
Were they fleeing? didn't wait to find out, we immidiately beelined for the closest planet and fled the massive fleet, no signs of pursuit. This was good.

Then all we could hear over the comms was Ofal chanting in a language, what was it? ...
"asato ma sad gamaya! tamaso ma jyotir gamaya! mrutyor ma amritam gamaya!"
I later asked what the words meant and he said that in an old Earth tongue it meant
"From ignorance lead me to truth. From darkness lead me to light. From death lead me to immortality." It was a good creed to live by, but how did he know of these words? upon asking this he simply roared "PRAISE THE LORD!" and hit me on the head with what he called his holy bible! What rudeness!

After a few days of relaxing on the surface of one of the planets, we decided it was best for us to move swiftly on.
After reaching the stargate, there was a brief flash and two ships jumped through.
It was the victim from before! How in the name of the gods is he still alive?! This time we outnumbered him, Rucia quickly cloaking and moving away from the battlefield. Maybe we can move through the gate without engaging--- no such luck, looks like the victim had enough connections to turn a stargate off.



It was him who initiated the conversation, this time in local channel. "We really need to stop meeting like this, Pirate!"
I was dumbfounded by the fact the man still had a body that wasn't floating in the vaccum of space.
"If you drop the loot you so wrongfully took from me, i'll make you're end quick!" he spat venom with every word.
"But where's the fun in that?" Rucia chimed in on local channel, decloaking and firing two volleys of torpedo's at the new arrivals.
The victim twice over was piloting an odd ship, it was an armageddon, but it looked darker... his friend was in a Muninn.
F*ck! They mean business!

"Primary that muninn! Ofal nuetralise that blasted ship of his!" The order was given and half my armour disappeared in one shot, and that prompted me to start moving in a tight orbit, launching tracking disruptor drones and firing into his new toy.
"Rucia here, Muninn is going down but he's trying to flee requesting some fire support before he gets away!" My watch list blinked and Rucia lost all his shields and armour! This isnt good.
The shots came from the muninn, very good shot! "Ofal keep nueting the new toy and fire on the muninn!"
The muninn was carved in twane its hull parting equally and exploding in a green/blue explosion.
"His ass is mine!" Rucia called the pod and it was lost in the explosion of torpedo fire.
The battle raged on, and the new ship didnt seem to be dying any time soon, so we decided to draw him into a private conversation...

"So...You're going down for the third time and miraculously... dying for the second time" pausing to wait if I could goad the secret from him.
"He's in gods hands now! The firing intensified from Ofal's bhaalgorn, his armour seemed to be giving way
"Surrender dog!" The man had the balls to speak like that against such odds! He's either brave or simply his new life has reduced his gray-matter mass significantly.
"Oh thats harsh! Pay us one billion Isk or you're new toy explodes and you die for a second time!" and this put him on edge slightly, but it passed.
"You think death scares me anymore? I am now I am immortal!" He laughed manically "Death for me now is a fresh start! Something new!"
I was taken aback but i realised he was getting under our skin, and that we had stopped firing to hear his rant...
"You heard him boys... lets... Inconvenience him, take the wreck, sell the bits that fall off and have his corpse decorate my cargo bay!" I rang out loud with anger in my voice. He wont give up. Our long awaited peace, is all for nought. We must make this urchin pay!

Firing the last volley into his new shiny toy, which exploded into a blue explosion with a red hue, deffinitely amarr design. they all explode the same. The pod was locked and scrambled, we gave him one last chance to pay us the billion Isk he owned us for this grievance. He denied, the thrice over victim was commited to the vaccum of space and his corpse was scooped and propped up in the cargo bay of my Ashimmu with a fez, it suited him funnily enough.



"Our peace must wait, we have business to attend to..." trailing off I caught myself shaking with anger at this massive delay, if he is truly still out there, he will not ruin my peace I have so long fought for...






Part 5
Ancient Ghost ship.

Coming soon.