Chapter 2/4; ‘Mynxee’
’Guys! Guys! Please! Take a moment and say a warm welcome to our newest member, ladies and bastards, this is Nashh, Nashh this lot here are the Bastards’. Some of the rowdy bunch at the bar raised their drink or nodded. ‘What's your poison Nashh?’ Flashfresh continued. ‘Rum and Quafe please boss’, Nashh replied trying to sound cool and remain calm.
There she was. The many books he read and newspaper articles didn't do her justice. She was even more beautiful in the flesh. Mynxee, how he had longed to meet her. She was taller then he expected, her black knee high boots accentuating her height. She wore a short, skin tight black dress, adorned with a wide belt, holding a blaster bigger than his. With finger nails painted black, her hands never strayed far from her hip. A sharp jaw line and hard features did not distract from her feminine beauty. A body toned and hard like it had been sculpted out of Tritanium by the most skilled artist. Her breasts...
'Nashh!' it was Flashfresh holding out a mug. 'Huh.. Yes, what?' Nashh responded looking dreamily. 'Ah yes, she is hot stuff hey..' Flashflesh said following Nashhs gaze. 'Forget it though, she's with the big man over there' he continued, pointing at a tall muscled figure at the end of the bar. 'Not someone to mess with'. The tall man sported a black leather jacket with the words ‘The Colonel’ in white paint.
It was obvious, apart from his immediate affection for her; she was the focal point of the bar. Everyone looked at her, talked to her or wanted to talk to her.
'Doez anyone fancy a roamz?' Happy San said, very obviously too drunk to ride a tricycle. 'Sure' the general response came from the group. 'What did you have in mind Happy?' Mynxee spoke. When she did people fell silent and watched her. Her voice was clear, seductive and sexy without meaning to, but her voice also exuded confidence and venomous danger. 'Frig zuicide gank' Happy San managed, for 'shitz and gigglez'. 'Hell, why not' Mynxee said, 'I am bored' she proceeded as she stepped away from the bar. 'What about you, new boy?' Mynxee looked directly at Nashh. 'Who? Me?' he nearly choked on his drink. 'I...'. 'No he wont' Shae Tiann interrupted. Shae walked up to Nashh and lifted his right arm, turning the wrist up. 'No clone tattoo, this is still his original body!'. There were some chuckles from the pirates that had now started to pay attention. 'Aww, you never had your egg broken?' Mynxee said, 'how sweet', slowly stepping in his direction. Nashh cleared his throat, looking at the two beautiful vixens in front of him. 'I don't mind' he stuttered, 'can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs'. The air tensed, nobody laughed. Mynxee was now close enough for him to feel her breath. His heart started to beat faster and blood rushed to his cheeks. She put her hand to his face, fast enough to make it sound like a slap. He didn't flinch. Her thumb briefly touched the scar on his face, she smiled. She likes it. Her hand gently moved down to his neck where it stopped, and squeezed together. She leaned in closer and whispered 'just don't get in my way pretty boy and you'll be fine'.
Speed fit Frigates and Interceptors scream from the undock point faster than torpedoes...
'A Drake has been spotted in an asteroid belts 2 jumps from here Flash' Fishbrain said over the fleet radio channel, 'however it is clearly bait'. Mynxee cut in and reminded the fleet commander; 'so what? That's what we are out for'. 'Roger that Mynx' Flashflesh responded, 'fleet, set destination Auga'. Some "yar's" and "woots" later and one jump from their destination the frigate fleet held and waited for stragglers. 'Jump you crazy bastards' Flashfresh instructed, ‘warp to the top belt on arrival!’.
As the rowdy pirates came through and one by one de-cloaked in Auga, the lone Drake had not moved from where it had been spotted a few minutes ago. The pirates swarmed to the Battlecruiser like a cloud of angry bees. Missiles and projectile ammo started hurtling towards their target.
As expected it was a trap. However nobody had expected the size of the enemy fleet that jumped on them from the vast black emptiness. Countless Rapiers, Muninns and Ishtars; a frigate pilots worst nightmare decended upon them…
'Get back to the gate!' Flashfresh commanded his fleet. Too late, it was sink or swim. 'Crap, I hate being primary' Shae said calmly in the fleet channel, 'see you at the bar'. Her ships hull expanded and ripped apart like wet tissue, revealing the pod briefly before also that got disposed of. ‘Hull breach hull breach! Beer spilled!’ Happy San yelled manically, followed by laughter then static. Carnage ensued, frigate wrecks and drones strewn across the span of the gate, pods being popped or barely making it out.
Nashhs head up display lit up yellow and his warp drive shuddered to a halt. He wasn't going anywhere. He didn't speak. Within seconds his systems indicated incoming fire. This was it. Shields and armour vanished around him, his ship buckling as mixed ammo and lasers from various ships now took away his hull. The moment he had waited for. The pod automatically ejected as the frigate collapsed behind him. Pod Systems flickered back on and he watched multiple ships light up bright red. 'Yes, I am ready', he spoke to himself not even attempting to warp off. Stretching out both hands and touching the side of his fragile pod, white light engulfed him.
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Fiction #1 "You win some, you learn some" Chapter 1/4; ‘Pirates!’
Chapter 1/4; ‘Pirates!’
Nashh rubbed the scar on his face; it itches him when he gets angry. 'You want to what?!' Vic the trader said bemused. 'You heard me' Nashh said. 'Let me get this right, you want to sell your Charon freighter for 550 million and an interceptor?'...
A few years earlier...
'Put those books away boy' captain Kadavr said. 'There is no money to be made in frigate class ships Nashh' he continued. Nashh sighed, expecting his dads "honest-hard work speech" again. Mr Kadavr had been a freighter pilot all his working life and was determent for his son to follow in his foot steps. Nashh had different ideas however. Although he was a fully skilled freighter pilot himself and ready to start an honest job whenever he felt like it, his dreams where of the darker sort.'Pirates! Pirates!' Midshipman Clarke shouted at the top of his lungs. 'They have us scrambled!'. 'Calm down Clarke' captain Kadavr instructed his second in command. 'Let them board' he continued, checking the warp core gages himself, 'let's see what they want, notify concord'. Captain Kadavr knew that running was not an option and he was not risking the loss of his ship. The freighter was insured but his son did not yet own a clone and thus would be lost forever if the pirates would choose the kill mail over a ransom. 'There are only three of them!' Clarke sputtered 'maybe we can take them!'. 'No heroics!' captain Kadavr hissed, 'you'll get us all killed, there are always more'.All the while Nashh had been looking out into space, watching the glorious acrobatics the pirates performed in their Interceptors. 'A Jaguar has docked captain; he is making his way up!'. 'Thank you Clarke'. 'Please stay calm and unlock the control room'. 'Nashh?'. 'Yes dad?' Nashh replied somewhat distracted. 'I need you to hide; there is no reason for you to be involved in this'. 'But I want to'. At that moment the control room door opened...
A tall man entered slowly, scanning the room briefly he said calmly 'no slaver dogs?'. 'We can't aff...' Clarke started but before he finished his sentence the pirate shot him in his right leg, flooring the midshipman instantly. 'You speak only when I request you do' the villain said. The atmosphere tensed. 'What's your name captain?'. 'Kadavr' captain Kadavr said. 'I am...' Nashh started but again the pirate silenced the interruption quickly, smashing the back of his rifle into Nashhs face. 'Enough!' the pirate said now annoyed.
"You are kindly requested to pay ransom in return for your precious ship and pod, if you do not pay up in ten seconds you shall surely perish...’My name is Ronindata, remember it"
Those words still echoing in his mind after all these years. What followed is hazy at best in Nashhs memory; the butt of the ion rifle had hit him hard, splitting his face across the left eye. Blood streamed heavily from its socket but there was no pain. He was sure now what he wanted. The feeling of admiration overwhelmed him before he finally passed out...
A few years later...
Nashh rubbed the scar on his face; it itches him when he gets angry. 'You want to what?!' Vic the trader said bemused. 'You heard me' Nashh said. 'Let me get this right, you want to sell your Charon freighter for 550 million and an interceptor?'...
'Why'? Vic asked, 'you can get 750 for it a mere 6 jumps from here'. 'It isn't stolen is it?' Not that Vic would have cared any less. 'No', Nashh said firmly. The truth was that he simply couldn’t make another jump in that slow boat. 'I am in a hurry though' urging Vic on to close the deal. It was probably the worst thing to say to a guy like Vic who didn't waste any time to strike up an even better deal, 'mmm, I only have 450 in my name at the moment and..' '525' Nashh cut him off, not interested in some bullshit story. Vic's grin now widening 'deal!', stuck out his hand eager to have it shaken. Nashh reciprocated in the manner expected and shook Vic's hand. It wasn't about the isk, it was about the freedom. It was his late father's ship he just flogged for the worst deal of the century but he didn't care. It felt like a weight lifted of his shoulders.
Ships were swapped and isk transferred. Nashh checked his new bank balance and the access code of the crow. He was a 750 million isk freighter poorer but he felt considerably richer.
Vic looked at the dark, solemn figure and felt an emotion he had not felt before, guild. 'Er..' He started, 'wait, I knew your father, let me help you get on the way a little'. 'I'll tell you what' as a token of my good nature I will help you fit out that speed demon of yours with a module of your choice; any you see in my shop for free, nada, zip! On the house!'. ‘Ok’, Nashh said, immediately pointing at the Gisti-b type microwarpdrive in the corner of Vic’s hangar, ‘I'll have that one’.Vic's alligator smile diminished a little but said 'ok' feeling a little better about the fantastic deal he just struck with a clearly desperate man.
Trader Vic watched Nashh step into his pod and plug himself in to the Crows onboard systems. He shook his head but wished him well. The pod closed and filled with bio fluid. A quick system check later and Nashh felt strangely at ease in his new vessel. The Crow gently lifted of the landing pad and proceeded to the undock point. There was no delay as this part of day was quiet at this station.
The tiny frigate got spat out into the black vacuum.
'Access map' Nashh commanded the onboard computers, 'set destination Pain, station 4, Bastards recruitment office…’
Nashh rubbed the scar on his face; it itches him when he gets angry. 'You want to what?!' Vic the trader said bemused. 'You heard me' Nashh said. 'Let me get this right, you want to sell your Charon freighter for 550 million and an interceptor?'...
A few years earlier...
'Put those books away boy' captain Kadavr said. 'There is no money to be made in frigate class ships Nashh' he continued. Nashh sighed, expecting his dads "honest-hard work speech" again. Mr Kadavr had been a freighter pilot all his working life and was determent for his son to follow in his foot steps. Nashh had different ideas however. Although he was a fully skilled freighter pilot himself and ready to start an honest job whenever he felt like it, his dreams where of the darker sort.'Pirates! Pirates!' Midshipman Clarke shouted at the top of his lungs. 'They have us scrambled!'. 'Calm down Clarke' captain Kadavr instructed his second in command. 'Let them board' he continued, checking the warp core gages himself, 'let's see what they want, notify concord'. Captain Kadavr knew that running was not an option and he was not risking the loss of his ship. The freighter was insured but his son did not yet own a clone and thus would be lost forever if the pirates would choose the kill mail over a ransom. 'There are only three of them!' Clarke sputtered 'maybe we can take them!'. 'No heroics!' captain Kadavr hissed, 'you'll get us all killed, there are always more'.All the while Nashh had been looking out into space, watching the glorious acrobatics the pirates performed in their Interceptors. 'A Jaguar has docked captain; he is making his way up!'. 'Thank you Clarke'. 'Please stay calm and unlock the control room'. 'Nashh?'. 'Yes dad?' Nashh replied somewhat distracted. 'I need you to hide; there is no reason for you to be involved in this'. 'But I want to'. At that moment the control room door opened...
A tall man entered slowly, scanning the room briefly he said calmly 'no slaver dogs?'. 'We can't aff...' Clarke started but before he finished his sentence the pirate shot him in his right leg, flooring the midshipman instantly. 'You speak only when I request you do' the villain said. The atmosphere tensed. 'What's your name captain?'. 'Kadavr' captain Kadavr said. 'I am...' Nashh started but again the pirate silenced the interruption quickly, smashing the back of his rifle into Nashhs face. 'Enough!' the pirate said now annoyed.
"You are kindly requested to pay ransom in return for your precious ship and pod, if you do not pay up in ten seconds you shall surely perish...’My name is Ronindata, remember it"
Those words still echoing in his mind after all these years. What followed is hazy at best in Nashhs memory; the butt of the ion rifle had hit him hard, splitting his face across the left eye. Blood streamed heavily from its socket but there was no pain. He was sure now what he wanted. The feeling of admiration overwhelmed him before he finally passed out...
A few years later...
Nashh rubbed the scar on his face; it itches him when he gets angry. 'You want to what?!' Vic the trader said bemused. 'You heard me' Nashh said. 'Let me get this right, you want to sell your Charon freighter for 550 million and an interceptor?'...
'Why'? Vic asked, 'you can get 750 for it a mere 6 jumps from here'. 'It isn't stolen is it?' Not that Vic would have cared any less. 'No', Nashh said firmly. The truth was that he simply couldn’t make another jump in that slow boat. 'I am in a hurry though' urging Vic on to close the deal. It was probably the worst thing to say to a guy like Vic who didn't waste any time to strike up an even better deal, 'mmm, I only have 450 in my name at the moment and..' '525' Nashh cut him off, not interested in some bullshit story. Vic's grin now widening 'deal!', stuck out his hand eager to have it shaken. Nashh reciprocated in the manner expected and shook Vic's hand. It wasn't about the isk, it was about the freedom. It was his late father's ship he just flogged for the worst deal of the century but he didn't care. It felt like a weight lifted of his shoulders.
Ships were swapped and isk transferred. Nashh checked his new bank balance and the access code of the crow. He was a 750 million isk freighter poorer but he felt considerably richer.
Vic looked at the dark, solemn figure and felt an emotion he had not felt before, guild. 'Er..' He started, 'wait, I knew your father, let me help you get on the way a little'. 'I'll tell you what' as a token of my good nature I will help you fit out that speed demon of yours with a module of your choice; any you see in my shop for free, nada, zip! On the house!'. ‘Ok’, Nashh said, immediately pointing at the Gisti-b type microwarpdrive in the corner of Vic’s hangar, ‘I'll have that one’.Vic's alligator smile diminished a little but said 'ok' feeling a little better about the fantastic deal he just struck with a clearly desperate man.
Trader Vic watched Nashh step into his pod and plug himself in to the Crows onboard systems. He shook his head but wished him well. The pod closed and filled with bio fluid. A quick system check later and Nashh felt strangely at ease in his new vessel. The Crow gently lifted of the landing pad and proceeded to the undock point. There was no delay as this part of day was quiet at this station.
The tiny frigate got spat out into the black vacuum.
'Access map' Nashh commanded the onboard computers, 'set destination Pain, station 4, Bastards recruitment office…’
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