There I was, minding my own business, dropping off 32 tons of Shrimp & Lettuce Domino's to Shriver Hub when,
I am am dragged out abruptly, from my apathy, chillin with 'Hotel California' into normal space, by an Eagle, a Wanted Eagle...(NPC)
As I am the complete Gentleman, I always let the ladies make the first move.....
We danced briefly till she said 'drop your pants' or something like that or was it 'parts'?
I was busy trying to rewind the Eagles track to the beginning...
"That's the last jump you'll ever make again"...."DIE" blah,blah, et al...
Still patient as ever, I waited till she started firing before deploying the twin Holland & Holland shotguns on my 'Stock' Cobra....
We did some sparring...it's 'testing' isn't, see what the others got?
So began the dance of the dead....she tried the 'flight assist off' nonsense, I hit boost instantly....
By the time she finds out where I've gone...I'm on my way back..straight as an arrow, back!
I slowly removed her shields, one by one until she was revealed in all her Titanium glory...
Now the aggressor was 50% running, 50% firing with FA off...sigh...
I gradually ground down her armour..20%,10%, 4%,3%....1%....
0%....
This is the part I am ashamed of... my only excuse,
I became the Cat with the Mouse...the mouse with a broken back...
Humanity and common decency shrank into the shadows....
I retracted the glowing Damascus steel barrels into the hull...
I settled down in the DeLacy G-Chair and pressed 'Play'...
"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of Dorito's, rising u"..... sorry...
I became the child again...pulling the legs from a spider...
I always begin an interdiction by ramming the misguided person...
With full shields and 100% Hull I, decided ramming would be the 'Coup de Grace' for this encounter!
10 minutes, TEN minutes we danced 'la danse de la mort'...
And finally,she was coming straight at me, I imagined it was deliberate...she'd had enough.
My port wing clipped her belly...I heard the explosion but was turning round hard, to see the embers when
5,750 Cr appeared on my right upper screen....
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
I am am dragged out abruptly, from my apathy, chillin with 'Hotel California' into normal space, by an Eagle, a Wanted Eagle...(NPC)
As I am the complete Gentleman, I always let the ladies make the first move.....
We danced briefly till she said 'drop your pants' or something like that or was it 'parts'?
I was busy trying to rewind the Eagles track to the beginning...
"That's the last jump you'll ever make again"...."DIE" blah,blah, et al...
Still patient as ever, I waited till she started firing before deploying the twin Holland & Holland shotguns on my 'Stock' Cobra....
We did some sparring...it's 'testing' isn't, see what the others got?
So began the dance of the dead....she tried the 'flight assist off' nonsense, I hit boost instantly....
By the time she finds out where I've gone...I'm on my way back..straight as an arrow, back!
I slowly removed her shields, one by one until she was revealed in all her Titanium glory...
Now the aggressor was 50% running, 50% firing with FA off...sigh...
I gradually ground down her armour..20%,10%, 4%,3%....1%....
0%....
This is the part I am ashamed of... my only excuse,
I became the Cat with the Mouse...the mouse with a broken back...
Humanity and common decency shrank into the shadows....
I retracted the glowing Damascus steel barrels into the hull...
I settled down in the DeLacy G-Chair and pressed 'Play'...
"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of Dorito's, rising u"..... sorry...
I became the child again...pulling the legs from a spider...
I always begin an interdiction by ramming the misguided person...
With full shields and 100% Hull I, decided ramming would be the 'Coup de Grace' for this encounter!
10 minutes, TEN minutes we danced 'la danse de la mort'...
And finally,she was coming straight at me, I imagined it was deliberate...she'd had enough.
My port wing clipped her belly...I heard the explosion but was turning round hard, to see the embers when
5,750 Cr appeared on my right upper screen....
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
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