Finally, a little action.

I hopped into my Rifter not really expecting much.  Admittedly lately, days have been merging into nights; I have no real concept of time any more, but all I know is that the lack of action has been making me restless.  The system I was in was relatively empty and the station was incredibly busy.  I needed to get out, so I requested permission to undock and decided to go for a spin.  I knew I wouldn’t get much here, so I moved on to Saidusairos, one jump off where I’d been staying recently.

Local Comms suggested there were few people here too, so I sat down and tried scanning them down.  No stations, so I hoped that someone would be within my reach.  My scanner picked up a Scythe sitting in one of a few asteroid belts, so I started systematically warping in to track him down.  As expected, he was mining a stray asteroid, a little away from the main cluster.  I sped up to him, afterburner on, praying to any gods that might listen that he wouldn’t warp out before I could get my scrambler on him.  I locked him down and activated my guns.  His shields were down in no time and I started taking chunks out of his hull.  For whatever reason, he chose not to engage me.  Shrapnel exploded before my little Rifter, and I targeted his capsule half-heartedly.  Before I could make the decision, he chose for me and warped out.  I didn’t care, and sat with a grin of satisfaction on my face.  I salvaged what I could from the wreck; a Heavy Missile Launcher and nothing more.

It is a simple pleasure, to have killed such a ship, but combat always gets my blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing.  It makes me feel truly alive, when some days I have to doubt the meaning of the word.  It’s hard to get attached to a piece of flesh and bone that can be so easily replaced.

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