I'm sure you will learn that despite my initial efforts, I am unpredictable and inconsistent when it comes to my blog, and anything else for that matter. For this I apologise, but it shall not change, believe me she has tried. :)
In hindsight I have taken a break from Lise's Life and thought I would enlighten any curious people Whom have read my last posts... Enjoy!
A high pitch whine of the microwarp drive engaging had woken Basz from a light snooze. Already?! Shuffling out of the bed and sitting on the edge, Basz groaned, rolling his shoulders and massaging tender muscles to establish connection with his body, he looked out through a porthole and his predictions where confirmed. The Blockade runner was just off the undock of the destination,
Fracking eggers, must have forgotten us fleshies wear out.
Basz had assisted the rest of his crew a few hours previous, Loading ammo and paste from Jita. Large loads where normally handled by drones and machinery, but light loads where down to the crew to load, it was no easy task. The crew of 8 had loaded the blockade runner in just under two hours, 5,000 m3 in containers, back and forth from the market delivery and into the blockade runner, all by living hands.
The Capsuleer had been taking on contracts for the Caldari malitia, a reletively safe job for him and his crew, running light hauls to and from jita with 75% of the haul through high security, and the last leg through low sec. Being in a blockade runner made the trip all the more safe.
The Blockade runner was locked onto by tractor beam and hauled into the station. The capsuleer spoke over comms to his crew
“stand by to dock. We will not be hanging around here I want this crap offloaded so we can get out of here and grab another load, two hours is not acceptable! so shape yourselves and be ready!”
Basz mumbled a few choice words he would have liked the capsuleer to have heard before getting dressed and cleaned, he hurried to meet the rest of the crew ready to unload.
“Hey Basz!, you here that cheeky egger just now?!”
A Tall Amaarian lady stood waiting in the doorway of the hanger entrance, slumped up against the side of the Porthole. She had short red hair and a fringe that stylishly covered one eye, an eye that was not there, her skin was olive and life like.
A very attractive lady, Basz rolled his eyes.
“ I heard yea, I think he’s forgotten where fleshies!, If I keep loading and unloading like this, it Wont be long before I’m unloading myself. I’ll be finding something else!”
Yue looked at Basz hopefuly, as if she wanted him to leave! And take her with him.
The blockade runner was secured in the station, and unloading commenced, Yue and Basz worked together, taking either end of a container, Hauling it to storage, about eight hundred meters away from the blockade runner, and returning for the next.
The containers, where a difficult a two man job, Ammo was heavy, and paste, surprising heavy too when compacted into large containers.
The other members of the crew Kept there heads low and followed suit, working in pairs ferrying back and forth.
Meanwhile the capsuleer, Troveil, An Amaarian man from a wealthy family, Was already In the station bar.
He thought himself quite the entrepreneur, he dressed smart and looked down on anyone who wasn’t a clone, even with capsuleers he thought himself superior.
Troveil Had ordered a drink and looked around for someone worthy of conversation, Seeing a familiar face he strutted across the dance floor, head high, and sat down in a booth, opposite another Amaarian, Who’s head was in hands.
“didnt know you was in the region Seth!, flying safe?”
Seth Surfaced from his hands, There was an untouched drink in front of him and he had a face like a drifter, Emotionless and pale. The amaarian lifted one side of his mouth and gave half a nod in Troveil’s direction.
“Take that as a no then?, What the frack boosters are you on? Your lower than a damage control!”
Seth seemed to open up a little in Troveil’s presence.
“welI, I made it here Half hull in My escape pod, Hauler’s gone, Crews gone, loads
gone... I’m gone. I put all my assets into this one, was supposed to be my big break!”
Troveil Gave no sympathy
“Don’t be a drone!! Pick yourself up and move on, you’v lost ships before havn’t you?!”
Seth sighed
“I have, but not like this. I made connections with a Group living in a wormhole, I did the odd job for them and they paid well, respected my services massivly, They would find me high security entrances 95% of the time, and they would protect me all the way... not this time.”
Troviel instantly Saw the opportunity and was curious to find out if he could take the place of his acquaintance. The idea of safe Wormhole work spelled out ISK.
“What was different this time, Who are this worm hole group?”
“They are drug manufactures in a dangerous static. What was different is that they needed there load, too impatient to wait for a high security connection. So they found me a route into low security, and then through a connecting wormhole. They didn’t get there load. And I didn’t get paid. As far as I know there stuff is still laying there in my wreck!”
“Where is your wreck?”
Troveil Continued to gather information, already forming a plan of retrieving the load from the wreck and finishing the job for himself.
“Its in the connecting wormhole, Just on the other side of the hole in lowsec, I was milli seconds from warp when a proteus de-cloaked and pointed me, I was helpless.”
“Shame, What lowsec system was it?”
“why all the questions? Are u trying to take my work or something?”
Troveil persisted with the Amaarian, he had no shame, no remorse and not a care in Eden so long as he had isk coming in.
“I’m simply wondering if I could help, how about I finish your trip, and Ill give you one third of the earnings for giving me the work.”
The Ammarian scowled at Troveil, Knowing full well he would see no ISK.
“Its a suicide run, even if I gave u the coordinates you would never make it!”
“then if it has no value to you, What is it to tell me where your wreck is, and where to take the goods?”
“Fine go ahead but don’t say I didn’t warn you”
Seth took a scribe from his jacket and wrote on a napkin off the table.
“here’s the Coordinates, first one is my wreck, the other two are wormhole connections”
No more was said, Troveil finished the drink he had been nursing. And made for his hauler, leaving the Seth without farewell, to drown in his sorrows.
Basz and yue had just returned from unloading the last container, Basz was exhausted, and moderately annoyed at his matari slave like tasks. Troveil Marched into Basz view, returning from his encounter in the station bar.
“Basz Get em all boarded!, we have a job to do and we leave immediately!”
Basz cursed and muttered inaudible hatred as he marched back into the hauler to tell the others, He was not interested, or even thinking of where they where going, He just wanted to do the job and get some rest. After informing the other crew members, who where also not too impressed at leaving station so quickly, he went to his bunk, to get rest before the next load... All in the crew cabin where asleep before the hauler had undocked.
Basz was woken again, this time by a sound he had not heard for some time, and it was not a good sound, generally when alerts are heard throughout the ship it is not a good sign.
“You cannot cloak the ship as someone is targeting you.”
Fear overcame Basz, a surge of adrenaline ran through him, inducing an uncontrollable shake throughout his body, Basz scrambled to his feet, to find only himself in the sleeping quarters. Baffled and still fueled with adrenaline basz ran to the bridge, hoping to find the rest of the crew, or at least Troveil. Maybe all this can be explained.
Basz’s hopes of an explanation slimmed as he passed the escape pods, just 1 of 8 remained. What the Frack is happening?! The capsuleer swung round as Basz jumped through the porthole into the bridge, he looked pale, his eyes where glazed, like glass, as if his capsule had been destroyed and his mind had already left.
“Whats going on” basz asked with a trembling voice.
The capsuleer seemed to switch on, as if the link between mind and clone had just been remade, He looked at Basz with wide eyes, Like predator to prey.
“I called abandon ships five minutes ago, they want a ridiculous amount... I... I just won’t do it. So...”
The capsuleer pushed basz out of the way as he made for the door, Basz hit the deck, unaware of what had just occurred he did not rush in getting to his feet, then it was apparent, The sound of a pod being released from the ship explained it all. Basz was now the captain of a ship... That was in sticky situation.
Basz sat in the capsuleer seat, slightly bewildered and confused.
why have they not blown the ship up yet?.
Out infront basz was looking at an Industrial wreck almost touching the ships nose, behind this was a small fleet, two Drameil’s had the Viator warp scrambled, orbiting like flies, Two tengu’s dominated the fleet sat still, ready to strike, with two cynabals one for each, at their beck and call. All of which made Basz feel very uncomfortable, ships like this where normally admired from safely behind a cloak or within the station dock.
The comms unit crackled.
“That is eight!! And the last pod we let go Egger... They will still melt like you, unless you hand over the goods and pay the Bill!!”
Basz frantically looks around the controls and buttons infront of him, presuming Troviel had attempted to prolong his death by bartering for his crews lives, Basz thought he had better reply quick.
Push to talk!
“WAIT!! The fracking egger has left me! He... he just left in my capsule!!”
Basz saw one of the Drameil’s break Tackle and warp off in the direction of Troveil’s capsule, it returned a few moments later, Approaching one of the tengu’s before it ejected a lifeless corpse into space. Basz felt nothing.
“Then who do I speak with. And what were you doing in our hole?!”
Basz was baffled again by what he heard. A hole? What like wormhole??! Basz Attepted to hide his fears and replied to the transmission.
“ M.. My name is basz moon, I’m a Matari laborer for Troveil... the Capsuleer”
Basz always Spoke of himself a laborer, he found it more pleasing than slave. He also hoped it might assist in letting him live a little longer. The comms unit crackled again.
“EH?! Basz?... Moon?... Matari?,Well Aint it just bob!... Basz, Its Zach!!”
The Fleet Commander, Who resided in the wormhole, was also minmatar, and had Broken slavery a number of year ago, along with others, they had escaped together and taken refuge in a wormhole. Over time the Matari group had learned piloting skills and found fortune manufacturing illegal drugs for the criminals of the empire in there new home. All targeting dropped from the viator, and the fleet infront of Basz warped out of sight, leaving just one Tengu. Basz and Zach Conversed for a short while, Half reminiscing, half questioning before Basz was welcomed and invited into the safety of the wormhole. Basz Stayed stranded for months, His lost friend Zach, Tought him to fly ships manually, how to fly safely, and brief combat. A privilege and skill that was not often passed through flesh and blood.
Basz lived wormhole luxury and became restless. Hauling was something he missed, Even just to lift and shift all day, Basz had to haul, and so, he left the wormhole, bidding thanks and safe flight. Basz Took the Viator Troveil had follishly jumped in, still slightly damaged from its encounter , and headed for civilisation. Basz kept a low signature, and still does, finding work amongst only the few he can trust and keeping to the edges of the empire. He actually does okay,
Just ask Lise. o7
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