EVE Fiction

A capsuleer under fire, cap stable, 3 frigates to a Battleship, .4 space, 24km from gate to .5, down to one drone, shields out but armor tanking is barely holding with Halo implants and - GO!:

P.S. I am a well read and studied reader. I am willing to give and honest and referenced reply to any poster trying to see if they've got the chops. No sunshine blown up any asses that don't deserve it.

Inspired by your killboard.

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TRIAD

"Alright double webbed and scrammed". "Alright get here quick guys so you can whore on this guy, death by a thousand cuts," Thinnish calls out on comms. *insert incoherent scottish mumbling* "I am 4 jumps out," Rawnec informs the fleet.

"What?" "Which gate?" asked Kraiklyn. "Just warp to Spiff mate," said spiff. He is in low armor. "He guys I've got a hookbill and a daredevil here, does anyone want to help kill these guys," asks Mnemic. "Damnit, guys clear bloody comms, clear comms the bloody lot of you, alright first things first. We are killing something. We need some here discipline guys. Else we will never get anywhere, so shut up already and clear comms. Everyone get to the gate right now. I don't care what else you are doing or if you need to take a ****." rants Reamorph. "What are we doing then guys where are you? What are you killing." asks Mnemic. "Bloody hell what did I just say! Guys seriously this needs to bloody change," Reamorph shouts. "Alright that's enough Reamorph, someone is about to get a Torrent Alert," Suggests Cannonfodder.

"He is in structure, I am dropping point for pod," says Araikas. "He is down," Cesc calls out. "Pods lockable," someone yells. "Point pod," Cesc announces. "Quick everyone whore! Damnit who podded him," Cannonfodder says great dissapointment. "Damnit, Pans," someone shouts. "Alright killmail posted in fleet, this guys was a bloody noob," Pans says.
"I was about to land on grid," Rawnec informs.

Ok here is my go;

The smell of smoke is different in space, it's not something you can escape. These are the moments you think your are ready for but you truly never know until you're face to face with you last breath. Time seems to slow as i take an other hit across my bowel???. The hard jerk from the explosion throws me back to reality. Sirens are as loud as a banshee in the dead quiet of space. The Angel gang has just warped in on me and caught me by surprise tearing threw my shields in the matter of a few seconds. I don't feel fear, my implants don't allow it.
"24 km to jump Commander" the auto pilot says.
I quickly focus on the small frigate to my 3 O'clock sending him a little present courteous of the Caldira navy. My missile's smack the bright red frigate ripping the think in half like damp cloning tissue. I smile as i see the small crew sucked out into the vacuum of space. The Battleship didn't seem to enjoy my offering of gifts, cause extreme damages to my targeting systems.
"Targeting systems are no longer functioning Commander"
If i could just get to the jump bridge my fleet would be on my location in the matter of seconds.
"Computer reroute all power to the Micro-warp systems and set speed to max speed" I coldly say with no expression in my voice
"Yes Commander, would you like me to limit life support systems as well?"
I know that if i cut the air scrubbing systems i could add more power to the micro warp, but if i kill everything except hull pressure i might be able to evade the Battleship sensors.
"Computer, let go dark" say as i suck in my last clean breath of air. I will have to do the jump sequence manually and with in 2 minutes other wise i will pass out from the Co2. I hit the micro warp and i feel my head thrust against the seat and everything goes black. Micro-warp drive are a hell of a thing when they have too much power routed to them. I awake in a liquid filled container.... damn i missed!

Thanks, yea still learning about the Eve world and still reading the lore. Glad you liked it though always wanted to be a writer but never really tried