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space twisted sharply around the capsular

Szilardis is putting me to shame, 2 to 1, and I’m the one that enjoys fiction more than him!

Please enjoy part 1 of Imprevine Gast’s latest adventures (written by Szilardis and minor edits from myself):

Space twisted sharply around the capsular, he felt as if his gut was being turned inside out. The small covert ops ship, a Caldari Buzzard-class, sat shimmering in the aftereffects of jumping across lightyears via the Stargate. Impervine Gast mentally checked his ship’s status. All green. Checking his timer, he prepared to activate his cloak as soon as the distortion field from the gate dissipated.

As the last effects of the esoteric laws of physics governing Stargate travel and related sciences began to fade the comm’s blared “Scout, status?” Gast scanned the local system on all frequencies, detecting only one other capsuleer’s signal. Cross checking the electronic signature against the alliance database soon revealed him to he friendly.

“System clear for cyno pilot, sir, jump when ready.”

“Roger, proceed to next system and hold cloak.”

The small frigate aligned towards the next Stargate. Gast held off warp for a moment as the pulsing of a cynosural field blossomed from an expendable Kestrel-class frigate. As he mentally sent the warp to and raise cloak commands, he witnessed the outlines of a Thanatos-class, two Chimera-class, and a Nidhoggur-class carriers form and solidify, accompanied by two of both the Phoenix-class and Moros-class dreadnaughts. Around them a swarm of support ships, and a single Nighthawk-class command ship materialized and aligned towards the next gate.

Gast landed on the gate, his cloaked dropped from the close proximity to another object. Being vulnerable now, he quickly sent a handshake protocol asking the gate’s systems for jump clearance. As control of his ship was transferred to the gate’s systems it was grabbed in a burst of light and instantaneously thrown light years across space.

A few seconds later when he regained his orientation the local com channels were practically buzzing. He collected the ship signatures. Most definitely not friendly.

“Reading 27 ships in system, all enemy pilots. We found them sir. Attempting to scan down capitals…hold…found them. They’re at unregistered coordinates, presumably a safe. Permission to probe?”

“We’ve being tracking these bloody bastards for over two hours, time for them to pay! 20 million to whoever brings me those carrier pilots space-frozen corpses”

Categories: Fiction, Guest Writers
  1. szilardis
    2010/01/09 at 20:39


    Do not judge, the space frozen corpses thing is an edit >_<

  2. szilardis
    2010/02/03 at 08:04

    A) moar content please

    B) goonswarm fell through

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