Begin personal log, Thursday October 29th, 111.
Kimochi can be seen walking slowly through a corridor in a starship. She is wearing an electronic eye patch and a long black leather coat, trailing her gloved fingers of her left hand over the wall as she walks. The corridor is narrow and metallic with a red line running along it at about waist height, betraying the ship's Carthum design. Occasionally she passes members of the crew who greet her with a respectful nod. She take an electronic clipboard from a passing crew member and glances over the contents.
I had a few surprises last weekend. I figured it had been too long since I'd jacked into my pod, so I decided to help a few of the Ghosts clear our a Rogue Drone nest that had appeared in Goinard. I felt energized after smashing apart a few of the disgusting creatures with my Retribution's lasers, so when the call in our intel channel for assistance in taking down a Myrmidon a few jumps away was raised, I jumped into the Seraphim's Tears once more to go help out. The Myrmidon was completely overwhealmed of course, and I headed back to base with that warm glow you get after a successful kill.
She hands the clipboard back to the crew member and continues walking through the corridor, passing by a few windows displaying a view of a Gallentean hangar.
I decided to head to The Last Gate to relax a bit.. Ethan and Demetri were there and we had an interesting discussion about the merits of Battlecruisers and Command Ships. Recently I've run a few test simulations using an Absolution-class as the subject and I've had mixed success... The ship handles very well. It has very efficient defenses and it's firepower is certainly impressive. But I've noticed that it's possible to get a Harbinger to perform almost as well for a fraction of the cost!
I explained this to Ethan and Demetri who generally agreed with my opinion. Ethan did explain though that he happened to have a spare Absolution-class sitting in his hangar, and that he would sell it to me if I decided I wanted one. I thanked him for the offer and told him I'd contact him about it when I was ready.
The following morning I woke up to discover that an Absolution had been delivered to my hangar along with a full crew compliment, as well as a lovely note from Ethan explaining that he wanted me to have something to to work towards in the short term - a get well soon gift of sorts.
She smiles to herself as she finishes that sentence.
She's a beautiful ship, and the crew all seem to be pleased to be under my command... I don't honestly know what to say, it's probably the most expensive gift I've ever recieved! As grateful as I am, I'm not ready to fly her yet. I've been studying how to interface with a Command Ship systems and it's... Well, it's rather complicated. More complicated than any other ship I've ever flown, moreso even than some battleships - or so I'm told. I will need some time to learn how to make the most efficient use of her subsystems before I will feel confident undocking her. In the meantime I have a few modifications I need to have completed and of course she needs a name...
She comes to a large squareish portal in the wall connected to a corridor which is clearly of a different design to the rest of the ship - a docking umbilical. She walks inside towards the other end and part of the red and golden exterior of the huge command ship can be seen through the umbilical's windows.
Oh, and that reminds me... That same night I paid a visit to the Hellcats Pub for their party. I've never seen so many capsuleers gathered all in one place, and from what I understand it was a huge success for Mynxee and the Hellcats. I had an absolutely fantastic time, made even better by the fact that I somehow managed to win a Gila-class Cruiser in the raffle! I've never flown a Caldari designed ship before so I have little understanding of how they work. I have heard a rumour that the Gila will be recieving a Guristas firmware update sometime soon which will make it a very deadly combat vessel... Maybe I'll dip my toes into the world of Caldari warships when I'm done with command ships...
She smiles wryly to herself as she reaches out to touch a button on the camera drone. The bulk of the Absolution can be seen through a window behind her as the video ends.
End log.
10/29/2009
10/20/2009
Stepping Down
Begin personal log, Tuesday October 20th, 111. Audio Only.
I've had to resign my place on the directorate. The decision was not entirely my own but Myrhial is right, I can't continue like this... There is no point in me being a director if I can't do my job properly.
A heavy sigh.
Giving up my position has been hard, I've been a director for just under a year and a half and having to quit now makes me feel like a failure. The others have been supportive, telling me that I did the best I could and that they are grateful for the work I have done, but that doesn't stop me feeling like I've lost something. I know it's for the best really... But I miss it regardless.
This of course means that I've lost a lot of my contacts in the Cartel which means I might not be able to help Celia as much as I'd hoped I could. I'll have to think of another way.
More bad news, I lost the Nova Flow a few days ago. I was in a combined Veto and Ghost Festival fleet, tracking down a group of four Ferox-class battlecruisers in Nadire. Yishal and I were in Lermireve sitting on the gate we thought they would come by, and sure enough they dropped out of warp right ontop of us. I was the first to open fire, and all four Feroxes - along with the sentry turrets - responded by firing back. Yishal called primary, but I had some trouble switching targets which resulted in my firepower being spread over two vessels. The rest of our fleet started to arrive, but we were too strung out so they turned up in dribs and drabs, with our remote-repair Dominix being the last to arrive. He didn't have time to target and repair me before I had to give the order to abandon ship, but I managed to take one of them down with me.
The fleet tore apart the remaining three Feroxes with little other difficulty. I was feeling a little dejected at the loss of the Nova Flow and most of it's crew, despite it's sacrifice allowing us to nail three battlecruisers in a row. In retrospect though I'm pleased it went down the way it did, and not to some stupid blob or gate camp. I went out again that night with the rest of the corp in the Wraith as part of a forward scouting party. We managed two kills and only one minor loss due to an honest mistake. When we got back I discovered that Repentence had replaced Nova Flow for me too, so not a bad end to the night. I must remember to repay her for that.
There is a short, thoughtful pause.
I've still not really been outside my quarters since the mutation. Morwen and Repentence came over to try and convince me to go to the Three Sisters party, but I refused. Aside from that and a meeting with Ethan to discuss my thoughts about me stepping down from the directorate, I've had almost zero social contact since I left the VCS Lucifer. Maybe I'll pay a visit to The Last Gate or something tonight if I'm feeling better about myself.
End log.
I've had to resign my place on the directorate. The decision was not entirely my own but Myrhial is right, I can't continue like this... There is no point in me being a director if I can't do my job properly.
A heavy sigh.
Giving up my position has been hard, I've been a director for just under a year and a half and having to quit now makes me feel like a failure. The others have been supportive, telling me that I did the best I could and that they are grateful for the work I have done, but that doesn't stop me feeling like I've lost something. I know it's for the best really... But I miss it regardless.
This of course means that I've lost a lot of my contacts in the Cartel which means I might not be able to help Celia as much as I'd hoped I could. I'll have to think of another way.
More bad news, I lost the Nova Flow a few days ago. I was in a combined Veto and Ghost Festival fleet, tracking down a group of four Ferox-class battlecruisers in Nadire. Yishal and I were in Lermireve sitting on the gate we thought they would come by, and sure enough they dropped out of warp right ontop of us. I was the first to open fire, and all four Feroxes - along with the sentry turrets - responded by firing back. Yishal called primary, but I had some trouble switching targets which resulted in my firepower being spread over two vessels. The rest of our fleet started to arrive, but we were too strung out so they turned up in dribs and drabs, with our remote-repair Dominix being the last to arrive. He didn't have time to target and repair me before I had to give the order to abandon ship, but I managed to take one of them down with me.
The fleet tore apart the remaining three Feroxes with little other difficulty. I was feeling a little dejected at the loss of the Nova Flow and most of it's crew, despite it's sacrifice allowing us to nail three battlecruisers in a row. In retrospect though I'm pleased it went down the way it did, and not to some stupid blob or gate camp. I went out again that night with the rest of the corp in the Wraith as part of a forward scouting party. We managed two kills and only one minor loss due to an honest mistake. When we got back I discovered that Repentence had replaced Nova Flow for me too, so not a bad end to the night. I must remember to repay her for that.
There is a short, thoughtful pause.
I've still not really been outside my quarters since the mutation. Morwen and Repentence came over to try and convince me to go to the Three Sisters party, but I refused. Aside from that and a meeting with Ethan to discuss my thoughts about me stepping down from the directorate, I've had almost zero social contact since I left the VCS Lucifer. Maybe I'll pay a visit to The Last Gate or something tonight if I'm feeling better about myself.
End log.
10/08/2009
Needle in a Haystack
Begin personal log, Thursday October 8th, 111. Audio Only.
I'm currently staying on Vincent's carrier, the VCS Lucifer. I've never been on a Thanatos-class before and it's a lot bigger than I thought. You can see it's Gallentean heritage everywhere, all organic flowing curves and soft lighting. It's been modified too, a big section of the crew quarters has been converted into a representation of a mansion on Luminaire. He's even installed a holographic sky and climate control systems linked to weather satellites in orbit around the planet itself... Very sentimental of him.
I'm not sure how he heard about what happened to me, but he came barging into the ward where I was being held and practically swept me up into his arms to bring me here. He didn't feel the medics at the infirmary on the CONCORD station were treating me right... It was sweet, but I'm worried he's going to get himself into trouble over it.
Anyway... Apparently he's taken it upon himself to try and find my original body. He has an entire fully-staffed astrometrics suite and science lab onboard this ship which he is hoping to use to track it down... He's called it 'Project Artemis'. Cute.
Honestly though, I think he is wasting his time. There is no way he will be able to find the body and even if he does the chances of getting a workable sample from it are tiny. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, the fact that he is even trying means the world to me... It just seems like such a huge waste of resources.
On the upside, the mutation seems to have slowed down. It's now covering the right side of my face and chest, and I've not noticed anything new for the last three days. It looks kind of like big ugly purple tendrils of scar tissue, a bit like stretch marks I guess. My right eye though is just... disgusting. No way am I going out in public with that on show. It's all swollen and misshapen, and it... it leaks. Ugh.
There is a party this weekend at the Three Sisters club. I really want to go but I can't - not like this. The theme is 'Elegance' and... well... I don't feel very elegant right now.
End log.
I'm currently staying on Vincent's carrier, the VCS Lucifer. I've never been on a Thanatos-class before and it's a lot bigger than I thought. You can see it's Gallentean heritage everywhere, all organic flowing curves and soft lighting. It's been modified too, a big section of the crew quarters has been converted into a representation of a mansion on Luminaire. He's even installed a holographic sky and climate control systems linked to weather satellites in orbit around the planet itself... Very sentimental of him.
I'm not sure how he heard about what happened to me, but he came barging into the ward where I was being held and practically swept me up into his arms to bring me here. He didn't feel the medics at the infirmary on the CONCORD station were treating me right... It was sweet, but I'm worried he's going to get himself into trouble over it.
Anyway... Apparently he's taken it upon himself to try and find my original body. He has an entire fully-staffed astrometrics suite and science lab onboard this ship which he is hoping to use to track it down... He's called it 'Project Artemis'. Cute.
Honestly though, I think he is wasting his time. There is no way he will be able to find the body and even if he does the chances of getting a workable sample from it are tiny. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, the fact that he is even trying means the world to me... It just seems like such a huge waste of resources.
On the upside, the mutation seems to have slowed down. It's now covering the right side of my face and chest, and I've not noticed anything new for the last three days. It looks kind of like big ugly purple tendrils of scar tissue, a bit like stretch marks I guess. My right eye though is just... disgusting. No way am I going out in public with that on show. It's all swollen and misshapen, and it... it leaks. Ugh.
There is a party this weekend at the Three Sisters club. I really want to go but I can't - not like this. The theme is 'Elegance' and... well... I don't feel very elegant right now.
End log.
9/28/2009
Malignance
Begin personal log, Monday September 28th, 111. Audio only.
I'm updating this entry from the infirmary. My whole right arm is covered in bandages and it hurts like hell... It's all... malformed.
I came straight here after the incident on Wednesday, and I've been prodded and poked and had to provide a multitude of blood and skin cell samples... They think it's being caused by a defect in the genetic sample taken from my original body - the one used to grow my clones. I... I knew the sample was defective because... because of what happened before. But I had no idea the effects would be so far-reaching. I didn't even know it was possible for something like this to happen.
The worst thing is, it's spreading. It started in my right hand, but within a few days it's spread to cover my whole right arm... They don't know how far it'll spread or what other effects it might have, so they are keeping me here under 'observation'. Huh.. That's all these damn medics can do it seems, 'observe'. I'm sick of being treated like a fucking science project. They say they are working on a solution, but I already know they can't reverse it... They need a sample from my original body and God only knows where that is now.
I told Myrhial about it, and Repentence came to visit me the other night. They are the only two who know thus far... I'm trying to keep it as hidden as I can...
There is a pause as Kimochi's voice begins to tremble. She inhales deeply, trying to gether herself.
Oh God... What's happening to me?
End log.
I'm updating this entry from the infirmary. My whole right arm is covered in bandages and it hurts like hell... It's all... malformed.
I came straight here after the incident on Wednesday, and I've been prodded and poked and had to provide a multitude of blood and skin cell samples... They think it's being caused by a defect in the genetic sample taken from my original body - the one used to grow my clones. I... I knew the sample was defective because... because of what happened before. But I had no idea the effects would be so far-reaching. I didn't even know it was possible for something like this to happen.
The worst thing is, it's spreading. It started in my right hand, but within a few days it's spread to cover my whole right arm... They don't know how far it'll spread or what other effects it might have, so they are keeping me here under 'observation'. Huh.. That's all these damn medics can do it seems, 'observe'. I'm sick of being treated like a fucking science project. They say they are working on a solution, but I already know they can't reverse it... They need a sample from my original body and God only knows where that is now.
I told Myrhial about it, and Repentence came to visit me the other night. They are the only two who know thus far... I'm trying to keep it as hidden as I can...
There is a pause as Kimochi's voice begins to tremble. She inhales deeply, trying to gether herself.
Oh God... What's happening to me?
End log.
9/23/2009
Old Wounds
Begin personal log, Wednesday September 23rd, 111.
Kimochi is sitting at her dressing table in a white silk dressing gown applying makeup to her face.
It's been quite some time since I last updated this... Not for want of anything worth reporting, I just havn't had the drive lately. Saw my little camera drone sitting in the corner over there and thought "What the hell."
So, there have been more than a few changes recently... Several members have left, and not all on good terms I might add. Vincent left for Veto too, although I still talk to him at least... He's changed a lot recently, I don't think he took breaking up with Kelsy too well. Despite everything, I thought they were actually very good for eachother... I guess I was wrong.
The Skyhook officially re-opened a couple of weeks back... That was one hell of a party. Myrhial managed to convince Andreus Ixiris to DJ live from the premises, and towards the end he announced quite suddenly that he was leaving the Federation. Brought on by the Federal Militia's sound defeat at the hands of the Caldari, no doubt. There are rumours he will be joining Veto, although I'm not sure where he is or what he is doing at the moment... I've been rather out of touch with current events recently.
Oh! And I've been attending Nobu's swordfighting classes... I'm not very good though, I'm not really built for that kind of thing. He says I need to learn to concentrate more, but his instructions are always so vague it's hard to follow him. Perhaps I should leave it for now and do it when I have less on my mind.
She finishes applying her makeup but continues to preen infront of the mirror, adjusting her hair, appearing to be deciding whether to wear it up or down.
Which reminds me, Celia approached me the other night with a rather interesting problem. Apparently she wants a gentleman tracked down and interrogated... He's an ex govener named Brond who knows something about Ms. DeKline's mother. I've sent out a few feelers to try and work out where he is hiding... Working for the Cartel certainly does have it's advantages when you want to find out where people's bolt holes are. I should hear back from them within a few da-OW!
Kimochi cradles her hand in pain as she catches one of her elegantly polished purple nails on the edge of an ornate wooden box when she reaches for a hair clip. She opens her hands and gasps in shock as she sees her fingers covered in blood - the nail appears to have come loose from her fingertip and is hanging on by a thread. She gingerly removes it, her face contorting in pain as she does so.
Ahhh Shit, I'll have to stop by the infirmary... What the hell..? Oh God...
Her expression changes from mild annoyance to horror as blood begins to slowly well up from around the other fingernails on her right hand. She lashes out with her left hand towards the camera drone and franticly switches it off.
Kimochi is sitting at her dressing table in a white silk dressing gown applying makeup to her face.
It's been quite some time since I last updated this... Not for want of anything worth reporting, I just havn't had the drive lately. Saw my little camera drone sitting in the corner over there and thought "What the hell."
So, there have been more than a few changes recently... Several members have left, and not all on good terms I might add. Vincent left for Veto too, although I still talk to him at least... He's changed a lot recently, I don't think he took breaking up with Kelsy too well. Despite everything, I thought they were actually very good for eachother... I guess I was wrong.
The Skyhook officially re-opened a couple of weeks back... That was one hell of a party. Myrhial managed to convince Andreus Ixiris to DJ live from the premises, and towards the end he announced quite suddenly that he was leaving the Federation. Brought on by the Federal Militia's sound defeat at the hands of the Caldari, no doubt. There are rumours he will be joining Veto, although I'm not sure where he is or what he is doing at the moment... I've been rather out of touch with current events recently.
Oh! And I've been attending Nobu's swordfighting classes... I'm not very good though, I'm not really built for that kind of thing. He says I need to learn to concentrate more, but his instructions are always so vague it's hard to follow him. Perhaps I should leave it for now and do it when I have less on my mind.
She finishes applying her makeup but continues to preen infront of the mirror, adjusting her hair, appearing to be deciding whether to wear it up or down.
Which reminds me, Celia approached me the other night with a rather interesting problem. Apparently she wants a gentleman tracked down and interrogated... He's an ex govener named Brond who knows something about Ms. DeKline's mother. I've sent out a few feelers to try and work out where he is hiding... Working for the Cartel certainly does have it's advantages when you want to find out where people's bolt holes are. I should hear back from them within a few da-OW!
Kimochi cradles her hand in pain as she catches one of her elegantly polished purple nails on the edge of an ornate wooden box when she reaches for a hair clip. She opens her hands and gasps in shock as she sees her fingers covered in blood - the nail appears to have come loose from her fingertip and is hanging on by a thread. She gingerly removes it, her face contorting in pain as she does so.
Ahhh Shit, I'll have to stop by the infirmary... What the hell..? Oh God...
Her expression changes from mild annoyance to horror as blood begins to slowly well up from around the other fingernails on her right hand. She lashes out with her left hand towards the camera drone and franticly switches it off.
6/11/2009
The Painful Truth
Begin log, Thursday June 11th 111. Audio Only.
Well, so much for not ending up as a notch on someone’s bedpost. Shit, what was I thinking? Myrhial would have my head if she found out. It’s not the first time wine, loneliness and raging hormones have gotten me in trouble but still…
In all fairness, I should probably step down. I’ve abused my position and the trust of the other directors - I no longer deserve their respect or the respect of the people under my command. But no… I’m going to go one better. The corp has grown fat and lazy recently… We’ve become too comfortable here, and we’re losing our edge. I plan on changing that… I’m going to whip this group back into shape, even if it kills me.
Additionally since Yishal obviously isn’t going to find the time to do it like she promised, I’ve decided to take the initiative and learn about swordplay on my own. I’ve managed to track down a man who might be able to help: Nobu Kashiri. He maintains a small dojo planetside a few jumps into highsec… I’ll have to use a pseudonym and travel via public transport – as much as the thought repulses me, it’s the only way I’ll manage to get there without the authorities discovering me. I need this though… I’m hoping it’ll help me regain my focus.
It’s about time I grew the hell up and accepted some responsibility.
End log.
Well, so much for not ending up as a notch on someone’s bedpost. Shit, what was I thinking? Myrhial would have my head if she found out. It’s not the first time wine, loneliness and raging hormones have gotten me in trouble but still…
In all fairness, I should probably step down. I’ve abused my position and the trust of the other directors - I no longer deserve their respect or the respect of the people under my command. But no… I’m going to go one better. The corp has grown fat and lazy recently… We’ve become too comfortable here, and we’re losing our edge. I plan on changing that… I’m going to whip this group back into shape, even if it kills me.
Additionally since Yishal obviously isn’t going to find the time to do it like she promised, I’ve decided to take the initiative and learn about swordplay on my own. I’ve managed to track down a man who might be able to help: Nobu Kashiri. He maintains a small dojo planetside a few jumps into highsec… I’ll have to use a pseudonym and travel via public transport – as much as the thought repulses me, it’s the only way I’ll manage to get there without the authorities discovering me. I need this though… I’m hoping it’ll help me regain my focus.
It’s about time I grew the hell up and accepted some responsibility.
End log.
6/02/2009
Good Honest Piracy
Begin personal log, Tuesday June 2nd, 111.
So last weekend I managed to finally find the time and the drive to undock with a few friends and 'see the sights' of the surrounding systems. Some patrols have been more eventful than others, but I have now at least given the Seraphim's Tears a taste for blood by sinking it's claws into a victim or two...
I also had quite possibly the most amusing kill of my entire career on Friday. Yishal, Myrhial, Vincent, Milo and I decided to conduct a small unofficial Heavy Assault Cruiser roam. Myrhial was scouting in her Pilgrim along with Milo who was providing tackle support with an Ares, and myself, Yishal and Vincent brought the damage with two Zealots and a Vagabond. We where sitting on a gate in Vitrauze waiting for Myrhial to give the all-clear for us to jump through, when suddenly the gate registered two incoming ships. Not knowing what they where, we all tensed up and waited for them to show themselves...
The first ship to decloak was a Badger MKII, with a Mastodon immediately after. I anticipated Yishal's order and scrambled the Mastodon's warp drive. We then started eating through it's shields which were surprisingly powerful. Regardless, my Zealot's armour easily widthstood the cannon fire from the sentries long enough for us to tear the hauler to pieces and warp off to wait for our GCC to cool down. Meanwhile, Milo investigated the wreck, but unfortunately very little of note was left in the remains.
When we looked at the ship destruction log however, we discovered something quite extraordinary. The Mastodon was carrying over 58,000 crates of Spiced Wine, with a value of 994 million ISK! The ship's total value, including fittings and cargo was over 1.13 billion ISK! And every single bottle was destroyed in the explosion!!
So it was both hillariously funny and immensely frustrating at the same time. What I would have given to have had Myrhial head back to base, pick up the Corp Mascot and drag it all back to Goinard. I can't help but feel a little guilty though... We must have spoiled one hell of a party.
The Seraphim's Tears proved it's worth yet again on Saturday night when Yishal brought a group of Drake-class battlecruisers to our attention which where hopping from belt-to-belt in Kurniainen destroying Serpentis warships. Mortis, Inara and I suited up and undocked, travelling the 9 jumps there to see if we could relieve these capsuleers from some of their hard-earned money.
Inara jumped in first in Jinx - her Malediction Interceptor and acquired a point on one of the Drakes which was on it's own in the belt. Mort and I jumped in shortly after, and warped straight to Inara. As we started stripping the battlecruiser of it's shields, two more Drakes warped in and started targetting me. All three battlecruisers opened fire on me, tearing my shields off with very little effort, however my armour proved to be much tougher than they anticipated.
One of the Drakes activated a Microwarp drive and got close enough to me to warp scramble me, which I countered by webifying him, slowing him down enough for me to boost away. Mortis deployed EC-300 drones to break his target lock on me. By this point, the first Drake's hull had collapsed under the combined fire of Mortis' artillery and my pulse laser cannons, and I managed to warp away to recharge some of my capacitor energy and repair some of the damage to my armour.
I warped back in a few seconds later and resumed the attack on the second Drake which went down like a ton of bricks. The third Drake, demoralized after seeing both of his companions torn apart so efficiently, decided to escape while he still could.
It had been a while since I'd felt the adrenaline rush that a proper fight gives, but despite that it couldn't have gone better. Picking up anything of value from the wreckage, we made our way back to Goinard feeling rather satisfied with ourselves.
End log.
So last weekend I managed to finally find the time and the drive to undock with a few friends and 'see the sights' of the surrounding systems. Some patrols have been more eventful than others, but I have now at least given the Seraphim's Tears a taste for blood by sinking it's claws into a victim or two...
I also had quite possibly the most amusing kill of my entire career on Friday. Yishal, Myrhial, Vincent, Milo and I decided to conduct a small unofficial Heavy Assault Cruiser roam. Myrhial was scouting in her Pilgrim along with Milo who was providing tackle support with an Ares, and myself, Yishal and Vincent brought the damage with two Zealots and a Vagabond. We where sitting on a gate in Vitrauze waiting for Myrhial to give the all-clear for us to jump through, when suddenly the gate registered two incoming ships. Not knowing what they where, we all tensed up and waited for them to show themselves...
The first ship to decloak was a Badger MKII, with a Mastodon immediately after. I anticipated Yishal's order and scrambled the Mastodon's warp drive. We then started eating through it's shields which were surprisingly powerful. Regardless, my Zealot's armour easily widthstood the cannon fire from the sentries long enough for us to tear the hauler to pieces and warp off to wait for our GCC to cool down. Meanwhile, Milo investigated the wreck, but unfortunately very little of note was left in the remains.
When we looked at the ship destruction log however, we discovered something quite extraordinary. The Mastodon was carrying over 58,000 crates of Spiced Wine, with a value of 994 million ISK! The ship's total value, including fittings and cargo was over 1.13 billion ISK! And every single bottle was destroyed in the explosion!!
So it was both hillariously funny and immensely frustrating at the same time. What I would have given to have had Myrhial head back to base, pick up the Corp Mascot and drag it all back to Goinard. I can't help but feel a little guilty though... We must have spoiled one hell of a party.
The Seraphim's Tears proved it's worth yet again on Saturday night when Yishal brought a group of Drake-class battlecruisers to our attention which where hopping from belt-to-belt in Kurniainen destroying Serpentis warships. Mortis, Inara and I suited up and undocked, travelling the 9 jumps there to see if we could relieve these capsuleers from some of their hard-earned money.
Inara jumped in first in Jinx - her Malediction Interceptor and acquired a point on one of the Drakes which was on it's own in the belt. Mort and I jumped in shortly after, and warped straight to Inara. As we started stripping the battlecruiser of it's shields, two more Drakes warped in and started targetting me. All three battlecruisers opened fire on me, tearing my shields off with very little effort, however my armour proved to be much tougher than they anticipated.
One of the Drakes activated a Microwarp drive and got close enough to me to warp scramble me, which I countered by webifying him, slowing him down enough for me to boost away. Mortis deployed EC-300 drones to break his target lock on me. By this point, the first Drake's hull had collapsed under the combined fire of Mortis' artillery and my pulse laser cannons, and I managed to warp away to recharge some of my capacitor energy and repair some of the damage to my armour.
I warped back in a few seconds later and resumed the attack on the second Drake which went down like a ton of bricks. The third Drake, demoralized after seeing both of his companions torn apart so efficiently, decided to escape while he still could.
It had been a while since I'd felt the adrenaline rush that a proper fight gives, but despite that it couldn't have gone better. Picking up anything of value from the wreckage, we made our way back to Goinard feeling rather satisfied with ourselves.
End log.
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