To say that I'm a religious man would be technically correct. I believe in the existence of God, but belief in his benevolence is an entirely different matter. God and I have rarely seen eye to eye and the 'gifts' he's bestowed upon me -misfortune, pain, and loss- don't exactly have me singing his praises. My work for the Empire is more for it's mortal subjects than it's divine ruler. Yet, despite all this, it seems that God deemed it fit to reward me for my services.
It was almost a week ago that I was making the usual rounds collecting up assignments from the Crusade agents that the Navy was unable to do itself when I noticed an unusual contact in system: Ghost Hunter. I knew him to be a premier Sansha sympathizer, if not an actual true slave, and he and I had crossed paths once or twice before. I broadcasted on the local bands that he was far from home, to which he replied with the typical collectivist drivel that "one is never far from the Master."
As I was leaving the IC24 station, I noticed him land on grid in what I mistook for an Ishtar, ignoring the actual appearance of the ship and going only by the tactical information being fed to me, though it was a mere Ishkur. On this mistaken information I allowed my Pilgrim to visibly enter warp to the orbited planet's nearby moon, figuring that I'd be up to return him to his Master should he follow, even if my ship was set up to take on the Republic Fleet and little else.
I was not disappointed as he soon landed behind me. Putting some distance between us, I waited on him to make the first move. He deployed five EC-300 Hornets, and I chuckled to myself as I did the same. ECM drones? Two could play that game, and we'll see how we fair getting hits in at each other in between jamming cycles. The fight happened just as I had expected, with neither of us getting much done as our drones jammed one another. Suddenly more contacts landed in our pocket of space and I realized that he had called his gang in. That's when I realized my initial mistake and noticed that he was in an assault frigate and not a heavy assault cruiser. I could've been able to guess he had back up if I had realized his initial aggression against me in a mere assault frigate.
I quickly tried to initiate warp to no avail as my drones failed for a cycle and he was able to disrupt my warp drive. Overloading my microwarp drive and burning away from the incoming swarm of assault frigates, I tried again and again to retreat, cursing at my EC-300s to do their job. I noticed his lock break just as my systems told me that another one of them had gotten a point on me, and I began assessing how quickly I'd be able to replace the Pilgrim I was about to lose. Just as I was curing the loss of the ship and crew I noticed everything speed off into the distance - I had entered warp. Somehow, despite the secondary disruptor they'd been able to afflict me with, my ship escaped into the void. I activated my cloak and warped to a second location, destroying their ability to follow. My ship was fully combat fit, no protection against warp disruptors - I relied on my cloak to avoid Tribals and pirates alike - so I had no clue as to how I escaped.
The only explanation I have is by the grace of God.
It's about goddamn time.
It was almost a week ago that I was making the usual rounds collecting up assignments from the Crusade agents that the Navy was unable to do itself when I noticed an unusual contact in system: Ghost Hunter. I knew him to be a premier Sansha sympathizer, if not an actual true slave, and he and I had crossed paths once or twice before. I broadcasted on the local bands that he was far from home, to which he replied with the typical collectivist drivel that "one is never far from the Master."
As I was leaving the IC24 station, I noticed him land on grid in what I mistook for an Ishtar, ignoring the actual appearance of the ship and going only by the tactical information being fed to me, though it was a mere Ishkur. On this mistaken information I allowed my Pilgrim to visibly enter warp to the orbited planet's nearby moon, figuring that I'd be up to return him to his Master should he follow, even if my ship was set up to take on the Republic Fleet and little else.
I was not disappointed as he soon landed behind me. Putting some distance between us, I waited on him to make the first move. He deployed five EC-300 Hornets, and I chuckled to myself as I did the same. ECM drones? Two could play that game, and we'll see how we fair getting hits in at each other in between jamming cycles. The fight happened just as I had expected, with neither of us getting much done as our drones jammed one another. Suddenly more contacts landed in our pocket of space and I realized that he had called his gang in. That's when I realized my initial mistake and noticed that he was in an assault frigate and not a heavy assault cruiser. I could've been able to guess he had back up if I had realized his initial aggression against me in a mere assault frigate.
I quickly tried to initiate warp to no avail as my drones failed for a cycle and he was able to disrupt my warp drive. Overloading my microwarp drive and burning away from the incoming swarm of assault frigates, I tried again and again to retreat, cursing at my EC-300s to do their job. I noticed his lock break just as my systems told me that another one of them had gotten a point on me, and I began assessing how quickly I'd be able to replace the Pilgrim I was about to lose. Just as I was curing the loss of the ship and crew I noticed everything speed off into the distance - I had entered warp. Somehow, despite the secondary disruptor they'd been able to afflict me with, my ship escaped into the void. I activated my cloak and warped to a second location, destroying their ability to follow. My ship was fully combat fit, no protection against warp disruptors - I relied on my cloak to avoid Tribals and pirates alike - so I had no clue as to how I escaped.
The only explanation I have is by the grace of God.
It's about goddamn time.
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