Date: 01/13/3301
So there I was, thinking I was some kind of hotshot pilot. I had been prowling the Eravate system just looking for bounties, and taking any that crossed my path. After all, I am a "real" bounty hunter. I don't care about factions or politics. All I care about is the money.
I'd also learned a few things. I'd fitted my Eagle with a FSD Interdictor, a Kill Warrant Scanner, and took out the pesky cargo holds...who needs them for bounty hunting? For weapons, the Eagle had two fixed pulse lasers for knocking out shields, and a gimballed multi-cannon to chewing up armor and bulkheads. For me, the setup was working pretty good. Add to that the upgraded power plant and power distribution gear, and I was doing pretty good for myself. The digital pay vouchers in my ship's computers proved that well enough, with over 50,000 credits just waiting to be claimed.
That's when I saw him...hell, I even forget his name, now. All I remember is the bounty, and that damn ship. The bounty was 33,000, give or take a few hundred credits, and the ship was a python. I remember hesitating to go after him, but by reputation he wasn't that good of a shot. So I gave chase, and interdicted his ass. Well, what followed was....let's just put it this way, have you ever heard of the old earth proverb "Sometimes you get the bear, but sometimes the bear gets you?" Yeah...well, I hadn't either, at the time.
When he knocked out my shields in one strafing run, I knew I was trouble. After all, I was piloting an eagle. The damn thing has paper for armor, relying mostly on shielding and speed for its defense. So I cranked up my throttle, and hit the afterburners, maneuvering for all I was worth, but the man was like some kind of demon. Every maneuver I made, he was somehow ahead of me, hitting me with another strafing run. Sparks were flying everywhere, and I pulled my oxygen masked down as holes began to appear in my bulkheads. Hell, I could look down through the floor of my cockpit and see OPEN SPACE!
Needless to say, things didn't end well. A couple of strafing runs later, and the next thing I knew I found myself waking up on the deck of some passing freighter that had apparently received my emergency signal and picked up my escape pod. The captain was there, picking his teeth with the sharp edge of a knife as he was leaning against the bulkhead.
He was a trader that did regular runs to Eravate, and he remembered seeing me around, apparently. When I asked him what happened (the explosion of my ship, apparently, had jumbled my memory a bit from the resulting concussion), he gave me a yellow-toothed grin and simply said, "Well, sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you. Looks to me, the bear got you today."
Yeah, you can say that again...
So there I was, thinking I was some kind of hotshot pilot. I had been prowling the Eravate system just looking for bounties, and taking any that crossed my path. After all, I am a "real" bounty hunter. I don't care about factions or politics. All I care about is the money.
I'd also learned a few things. I'd fitted my Eagle with a FSD Interdictor, a Kill Warrant Scanner, and took out the pesky cargo holds...who needs them for bounty hunting? For weapons, the Eagle had two fixed pulse lasers for knocking out shields, and a gimballed multi-cannon to chewing up armor and bulkheads. For me, the setup was working pretty good. Add to that the upgraded power plant and power distribution gear, and I was doing pretty good for myself. The digital pay vouchers in my ship's computers proved that well enough, with over 50,000 credits just waiting to be claimed.
That's when I saw him...hell, I even forget his name, now. All I remember is the bounty, and that damn ship. The bounty was 33,000, give or take a few hundred credits, and the ship was a python. I remember hesitating to go after him, but by reputation he wasn't that good of a shot. So I gave chase, and interdicted his ass. Well, what followed was....let's just put it this way, have you ever heard of the old earth proverb "Sometimes you get the bear, but sometimes the bear gets you?" Yeah...well, I hadn't either, at the time.
When he knocked out my shields in one strafing run, I knew I was trouble. After all, I was piloting an eagle. The damn thing has paper for armor, relying mostly on shielding and speed for its defense. So I cranked up my throttle, and hit the afterburners, maneuvering for all I was worth, but the man was like some kind of demon. Every maneuver I made, he was somehow ahead of me, hitting me with another strafing run. Sparks were flying everywhere, and I pulled my oxygen masked down as holes began to appear in my bulkheads. Hell, I could look down through the floor of my cockpit and see OPEN SPACE!
Needless to say, things didn't end well. A couple of strafing runs later, and the next thing I knew I found myself waking up on the deck of some passing freighter that had apparently received my emergency signal and picked up my escape pod. The captain was there, picking his teeth with the sharp edge of a knife as he was leaning against the bulkhead.
He was a trader that did regular runs to Eravate, and he remembered seeing me around, apparently. When I asked him what happened (the explosion of my ship, apparently, had jumbled my memory a bit from the resulting concussion), he gave me a yellow-toothed grin and simply said, "Well, sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you. Looks to me, the bear got you today."
Yeah, you can say that again...
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