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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Into The Deep Night

His flaming robes stream’d out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar’d away the meek ethereal Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared.
The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream - John Keats

It was quiet in space. It's always quiet. Sometimes, as I pass through the darkness between places and deeds, I wonder how anyone finds someone in that vast blackness. Aren't we all disconnected? How do we find ourselves? Does it matter?

I wasn't really concerned with finding myself today. That's going to take more than a Cheetah. As I guided my cloaked ship between planets and through belts, I found a sort of warmth in the cold. I found someone else, someone sharing the night with myself. I decloaked. I dropped a probe. The automated beeping was little shield against the darkness that surrounded me. I cloaked again and began to scan. The first scan came up with little beyond empty wrecks.

The second scan was more successful. I warped my covert ops ship to his location and ended up at an acceleration gate. I bookmarked the location in my navigation computer and went back to the station. I have flown rifters for such a long time, and I've fit out some other, larger ships. I decided that since the other ship was a rifter, I would bring something larger. The Queen of Diamonds, one of my new stabbers, drifted effortlessly out of the hangar and entered warp.

I landed at the gate again, and I activated it. The warp bubble rushed over me and I began to travel.

I came out of warp twenty-four kilometers away from the rifter. I headed his way and activated my disruptor at twenty kilometers. His rifter's shields were abnormally strong, and he was not an easy ship to kill. Still, he eventually died.

I messaged him as I locked his escape pod down. He answered me and I requested a million in return for his life. He declined, and I was alone again.

Good Day.


  1. Beautifully written. As enjoyable as it is to roam with a competent fleet, it is equally (if not more so) satisfying to be self-sufficient in the way that you to probe mission runners or safespotted individuals out and then descend upon them to take them out.

  2. First time I've ever found anything with scan probes. First time I've ever looked for anything really...

    Seems to work pretty well though.

    I appreciate your kind words. Thank you.

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