Finding Herself – Part II

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The Myrmidon was dark, it’s silhouette standing out starkly against the reflection of the star’s blue light illuminating the moon’s surface.

The vessel was in a decaying orbit around the third moon of the failed star/gas giant, un-power.

There was a slight lateral roll of the ship keeping the temperatures mostly regulated on her outer hull surface, but she was far enough from the star in system that heat was not the primary failure concern.

System matched the roll and directed her flight path to within fifty meters of the Myrmidon.

She sent the encrypted command codes to eject the existing pod that contained her own deceased clone body.

The pod bay doors opened and the dead capsule ejected out of the Federation Navy built Battle-cruiser.

The dead capsule would be left to drift in space, orbiting the moon.  It would likely be grabbed by the gas giant’s massive gravity well at some point and crushed into tightly packed molecules in it’s super dense atmosphere, with her corpse pilot along for the fatal final flight.

With a single thought System’s current capsule moved toward the pod bay doors and the tiny capsule began the boarding protocols.

The rescued Myrmidon had been adrift and presumed lost for the last seven months.

Relieving System’s mind from the events that followed the death of her parents, the search for the lost Myrmidon had helped distract her from the trauma it had wrought on her soul.

Several times System had entertained thoughts of just bio-massing all of her clones and ending it all… just to be free of the melancholy that had fallen on her mental faculties.

Despondent she had reach out to her childhood friends, Jason and Tristan, who had helped her move past these thoughts and feelings, and find new hope in life after the tragic loss.

Finding the Myrmidon and mounting it’s rescue efforts had definitely breathed new life into her.

The clunk of her pod locking into the Myrmidon roused System from her thoughts, and she commanded the Battle Cruiser to awake.

The hull whirred and wined for a few seconds and then fell silent.  She sent the power on signal again which was followed by the same sounds echoing through the ship, then falling silent a second time.

Routing the capsules power core into the Myrmidon created a hail of sparks around the pod chamber.  She then signaled the command to power up the Myrmidon, her will pushing all the systems to come alive.

A jump start from the pods core was a dangerous operation and could leave her stranded or fatally destroy her pod and her current clone.

System had practiced the hazardous command sequence for several weeks before in preparation to this exact situation.

One last command sequence and the whirring and wining of the ships core exploded to life, crescendoing in a low rumble as all of the core systems started to boot and come online.

Information started to flood into her mind from the many operational systems on board.

System quickly began moving data into ‘now’ categories and ‘later’ categories.  After about ten minutes the ship was stabilized, then she began querying the Zendaine rigs.

Zendaine rigs where modification to the ship that was suppose to alleviate the need to have any crew other than the capsuleer pilot.  Without their operational abilities the ship would not function adequately.

She had tried for several years to make the Zendaine rigs work on various sized star-ships, but all had ended badly except those she had installed on frigates and other smaller classed of vessels.

Her greatest weakness was her unwillingness to trifle with the lives of mortals.  It was time for her to take on this responsibility. This would be her last trip alone, with only Aura and ALLISON as her companions.

She reached out with her mind to the rig module control sub routines and ordered them to life.  They hummed and crackled to life as she felt the different maintenance systems, power routing subroutines, and mechanical system interfaces come online, all controlled by the rigs.

So far so good she thought.  This was going fairly well, but now the key to this ships retrieval was the Aura and ALLISON programs.

She queued and prodded the Aura system first, and to her surprise it chirped to immediate attention speaking into her mind, “Captain, This is Aura.  Welcome aboard, shall I begin PEG operation warp protocols? Also Mynxee is feeling Woozy today…  I do not know why I just said that.”

“Aura please run diagnostic subroutines on the Aura Core code.

System reached out to the ALLISON interface, but it did not respond.

“Aura, what has happened to the ALLISON command codes and Core data base?” she reached out with her mind sending her thoughts to the ships computer.

“Captain,” Aura replied, “I believe the ALLISON Core code has been assimilated into my own code.  Please fly carefully as war has been declared on Signal Cartel.”

System chuckled mentally to herself, then replied, “Aura is your modified Core code, including ALLISON Core code stable and fully operational?”

“Diagnostic complete captain, No faults found, You should not fiddle around with buttons if you do not know what they do.  Captain, Please,” Aura responded.

System thought for a second then sent the following commands to the ships computer, “Aura please change name, sudo auth, alph phi nine sigma twenty two, change Aura Core code name to Aurason. Comply and confirm.”

“Comply Commander,” replied Aurason

“Set course for wormhole Signature GDU-231 and D-Scan in 30 degress at 5 AU at 227 deg compass, fix center quarter to star suffix 30.2038.430.j022.”

The ship roared to life and began aligning as the pinging Dscan started to send data streaming back to System’s VR Hud.

All things considered this had to be the easiest retrieval mission ever.

Well she still had three wormholes and 63 gate to get back home, so there was still plenty of time for things to go ublong shaped.

Hopefully there was an explanation for the merging of the Core codes of ALLISON and AURA.  Flying with an ill-trusted, non-tested, and unknown system parameters was extremely dangerous.

“Button press test complete,” Aurason spoke into her mind, “So, is that how you fly?  Pressing unlabeled buttons and hoping for the best?”

Well, System thought, this is going to get old real fast.

“Aurason, please mute non critical comms, comply?”

“Yes Captain,” came the curt reply.

System let out a mental sigh, and then sent the command for the Myrmidon to engage the warp PEGs.

Homeward she thought…. homeward.

More Zombies

zombie stare
https://soundcloud.com/ameliasweet/the-zombie-stare *

“I killed the Devil,
I took his soul,
I took his kingdom,
I took his throne,
I raised his army of the dead,
Looked around me before I said:
More zombies, more zombies,
All we need are more zombies,
More zombies, more zombies,
Just keep it up with those zombies,”

The chirpy female voice intoned over a techno-industrial beat blared out of the earphones plugged snuggly into Jenna’s ears.

She nodded her head with the beat, swinging her body rhythmically to her workout routine.

Exercise felt good to her bored mind; the music, the physical exhaustion, the activity.  She slept better, she felt healthier, and most of all it was something to do with her time.

Time she had plenty of recently.

She always wanted more of it, time off from work, but since the last PI extraction cycle had finished three weeks ago the entire complex had gone into offline mode.

Offline mode at the Planet V installation meant almost everyone had a lot of time on their hands, but the enjoyment of that time had diminished when there was too much of it.

Jenna had never considered that downtime could become so monotonous.

The consular had reassure the crew of Extractor III that his Immortal Eternal Administrator would be back soon to command the next cycle events.  They were not allowed to commence the next cycle without his authorization as well as his specific directions.

He had never been absent for so long in all the six years of the operation of the installation.

Twenty three days to be precise, and the rumours whispered amongst all of the extraction crews were becoming louder and more fanciful.

One rumour was that he had left this area of space to join some squad of “goons”, another speculated that he was lost in a j-space somewhere unable to return to normal space, whatever the reason was there were plenty of most likely false speculation.

Activity at the installation had ground to a halt, and no one really seemed to believe the Consular’s propaganda either, so rumours and speculation was all they were left with.

She flipped the music off after the last song; some Indie Grunge medley her sister had sent her from Zoohen.

She reached for the towel hanging on the warmer, as sweat tricked down her face when the ‘com’ chime binged.

“Jenna Byron Alexandra,” the voice seemed to command rather than question, “You are required to meet Consular Bran’ Adagan in twenty minutes in the Extractor Consular Office on Level two. Please comply.”

“Yeah, ok… I will be there,” she replied half-heartedly.

She slipped off her shirt and tights and stepped into the fresher.

“Hot water 49° Celsius, dense spray pattern,” she said to the fresher program.

The water raining from the ceiling down onto her tired body.  She had really pressed her exercise routine to nearly two hours, the longest she had ever done so.

As the hot water washed over her, she thought of why the Consular wanted to speak with her, a low level second grade extractor engineer.  She was fifth in the chain of command to the Consular of Extractors and could not think of a single reason why he would be calling for her presence at this hour.

Stepping out of the fresher, after the dry cycle finished, she pulled on her uniform, straightened her badge, grabbed her ID credentials and then commanded the door to open.

A lift, two anti-chambers, and a reception desk later she stood outside a metal door with the placard over it reading, ‘Office of the Consular Extraction Officer, Extractor III’

“You may go in now,” the receptionist lightly toned in a high pitch sing-song voice.

The door whooshed opened revealing a sparse but lavish office with a central command desk adorned with terminals and control panels to its left and right sides.

The thin elder man sat in the chair behind the desk and stood when she entered.

“Jenna, come in.” his baritone voice bellowed belying his thin stature.

“Reporting as ordered sir,” she responding snapping to attention and saluting her senior officer.

“At easy engineer. I have summoned you here as I have been asked to relay information to you that should relay accordingly to your subordinates.  You have, I assume, heard the many rumours surrounding the sudden absence of his Immortal Eternal Administrator Ky’ler Raph’Face.”

He shifted his weight and stepped out from behind the desk.

“Word has come down from CCP’s central database on the G-net that all five clones of his Immortal Eternal Administrator have been bio-massed as of twenty one days ago.”

Jenna was stunned, a dozen questions raced through her mind in an instant.

“Ok, uhm permission to speak freely sir,” she blurted out interrupting the Consular.  Her cheeks suddenly flushed when she realized she had broken protocol.

The Consular seemed to let it pass as he said, “Go ahead engineer.”

“Why am I the one you are speaking to?  The First and Chief grade Engineers are higher ranked than I. Even the Sub Head Officer of Extraction Operations would surely be a more appropriate….” her words trailed off as she realized something must have happened to the upper chain of command if the Consular was relaying this information directly to her.

“Jenna,” more informally now the Consular continued, “The chain of command has been disrupted.  Your superiors are no longer available to carry out their,” he paused, “they are indisposed and have been relieved of duty.  You are now granted the position and title of Sub Head Officer of Extraction Operations and all privileges and responsibilities that accompany the position. Do you comply and accept this promotion?”

Jenna thought for a moment then replied, “Uhm, sir… I am not qualified.  I guess I do as long as you understand it might take me a bit to get up to speed on protocol and procedures.”

“Yes, yes,” he said dismissively. “As long as you do so quickly I will manage to cover your inadequacies until you get sorted.”

“Sir, one more thing, what exactly is going on?” her voice trembled with excitement and a little weariness.

“Well, that is the thing.  There are no procedures or policy in the operational manuals regarding the operation of a PI installation in the event of the,” he pause again, “uhm… the absence of the Command Administrator.  Frankly we do not know what we are supposed to do in the unlikely event of the bio-massing of all clones of our former illustrious Master.”

“We have been in contact with the Installations on the other five planets, and they are in different states of, uhm … functionality,” he looked at his desk and then sunk his head into his hands, “you are dismissed, please attend to your station.”

Jenna snapped to attention, saluted and then turn and strode out of the office.

On the way back to her cabin the weight of the situation started to rest upon her mind.  She never thought this would happen.  How does an Immortal being just go and get himself bio-massed? Why had he made no plans or procedures for the possibility of his absence?  Could they just up and leave the facilities? What would be the consequences of that?

And that was the point where she realized what had happened to the First Grade Engineer, The Chief Engineer, and the previous Sub Head Officer of Extraction Operations.

“Well,” she thought, “I am going to have to learn quickly and not go down that road.”

She entered her cabin, slipped off her uniform and slipped into the cool soft sheets of her bunk.

She would sort it all out in eight hours when her first shift as Sub Head Officer of Extraction Operations started.

As she closed her eyes and slipped into sleep one last though drifted through her mind.

Did she need more zombies?  Did she really need more zombies?

=-=

*Song by AmeliaSweet – Check out more of her music at:
https://soundcloud.com/ameliasweet

Requiem: A Token Of Remembrance

maxresdefaultthough not all knew of thee
your father loved you so

your time immortal in New Eden
was but a glimpse
of your true mortal coil

your being now resides
in the minds and memories
of all those that stayed behind

they light the cyno
calling you home

home immortal to our memories
and the lives you touched
that are left behind

jump fair capsuleer,
jump to cyno

the beacon is lit
the cyno reverbs

shimmering brightly
waves of light

transporting our sorrow
from here to the other side

rasmus, rasmus
let the name be called

=-=

Stay strong in your weakness @C4w3
careforkidseve.com

 

Two Year Signal-versary

Wlm7M8xAlthough we spend most of our time in space jumping from gate to gate and through J-Space holes, I decided to highlight for my two year Signal-versary a few of the worlds I travelled to during my time with Signal Cartel.

I visited the Tri-world Monuments of Aranamarr, the Powerspike of Tre-sonment, the Alcove Settlement on Felixi, the Abyssi-hole on the aquas word of Queasen, Mount BlueTon on Pleasntank, the Halls of Elisimarr Prime, and the Abro’se cliffs of De’clinimarr on Provosi Alpha.

Throughout my travels, revisiting these amazing worlds, I have reflected on all that happened to me, my family, and my fellow Cartel family members as well.

The death of my parents to a Retributionist Capsuleer, the strange events surrounding the loss of my Myrmidon [SC] SB Wanna 1420 mHrz, the marriage integration of my ships Aura program with ALLISON, and many other deeds and tales that took place.

Thank you Mynxee, Johnny Splunk, and the myriad of other amazing Signaleers!

Without the lot of you, New Eden would be a dark and dreadful place.  Signal Cartel brings a light to the darkest corners of space with ‘Hugs’, ‘Rescue Caches/Operations’, ‘Thera transit J-space Intel’ (for all), and friendly good will toward all the races and peoples of New Eden.

Here’s to many more years in the Cartel!

Signal-Versary 2018Photo Montage of the places I have visited throughout New Eden

Every Single Word

maxresdefaultan original poem by System Baud

Opia Sonder Monachopsis

A Vellichor D’enouement Nodus Tollens
of the Onism of Liberosis Augumentum

The Altschmerz of Solar
Brings Occhiolism of Anecdoche

When Ellipsism Kuebiko then Lachesism
Adronitis brings Kenopsia

but Vemödalen Joska
Mauerbauertraurigkeit

Process Of Commutation

maxresdefauledsfescetThe dark velvet phosphorus light of subspace

The silence of the distortion of space and time
entangled the mind and body
twisting the stillness of being

Then nothing and everything instantaneously sliding furiously toward an end

Trophos process of commutating an electric current

Existence returns abnormal facing
truth returns as reality enfolds

Star expanding dark holes
of space…

Redemption

flat,1000x1000,075,f.u6 - Copy“You know why you’re here?” the question hung in the air.

System strode to the small platform that had risen out of the hangar floor revealing a collection of swords on a stand.

The capsuleer glared back at System from her kneeling position, her dark wet hair hanging down across her face partially concealing her lips as they tightened, pulling back exposing a row of enhanced razor sharp teeth.

“Yes, I can see by your response you know who I am and why you are here,”  System pickup her family blade Heosphorous, it’s scabbard discarded as she drew it’s black blade forth.

System pointed the tip down, then back, then rotating her arm and drove the blade high above her head and then down hanging above and slightly behind her head.  She then flicked it’s tip across and down to her side, it’s point making a barely audible ‘swip’ sound as it cut through the air.

She then turned her back on the other capsuleer, who stood some 10 meters on the other side of the weapon stand and walked back to the edge of the platform keeping her back to the Krusual capsuleer that had devastated her family.

“I imagine… the worst thing that you are thinking right now is that this is forever.  There is no clone at the other end of this fight. There is no rebirth,” System turned and stared across the hangar floor at Arachne.

Arachne rose to a standing stance and pulled her black hair back ringing out the Hydrostatic gel that clung to it.

She then quickly skittered across the hangar to the weapon stand. Keeping her eyes on System, she tore a strap from a sheath and tied her hair into a tail with it.  She then began to inventory the weapons before her.

She picked up several blades weighing their heft and balance in her hand, until she finally decided on a Nihontō Wakizashi that measured 1.4 shaku and it’s sister Nihontō Katana‎ that was  2.3 shaku long forming the Daishō pair.

She spun the Katana in her right hand in a very confident manner, displaying years of training and skill as well as familiarity to it that only came with intense training.

The Wakizashi stayed in the left hand, pointed down, and slightly behind her left leg.

“You are the Baud child,” she spoke with a slight breath of discomfort.

System was unsure if it was a question or a statement, but remain silent waiting for the Krusual to speak further.

Arachne, stepped to the side of the weapon stand exposing her full tattooed naked body to System.

System, still with her back to the darkly tanned body of the Krusual turned her head and shoulders just enough to see the position of her opponent.

She was taller than System thought she would be.

Arachne started to pace back and forth impatiently.

System was not ready to go just yet. She had questions that would never be answered if they engaged each other.

Krusual, why…” she paused, “Why did you slay my parents?  Was it just a job?” was there more she thought, hoping.

“Does it matter?” Arachne spat.

Yes, it does thought System, but she suddenly felt this conversation was not going to go anywhere.

System turned fully now facing the Krusual capsuleer.

“Do we talk more or do we do this?  I presume you seek my death, my permanent death.” the Krusual spoke again.

System pondered this.

All the preparations, all the fortunes spent, all the favors redeemed… it came down to this moment, and strangely System had not given much thought past this moment.

She looked again at the dark skinned capsuleer pacing across from her.

Something compelled System to pause again.

There it was.

Something about this woman, something about seeing her face to face. What was it nagging her mind?

And then like the sun bursting forth from behind a wormhole, the memory came flooding back.

She knew this woman. Well, she knew her from her childhood. How could it be?

Sherrazie.” The name drifted off her tongue. “Sherrazie Belinay.”

The Krusual capsuleer’s back stiffened and she stop dead in her pacing and turned her head toward System.

“How do you know that name?  HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?” she shouted.

Like a torrent Arachne sprinted toward System, catching her off guard.  Just three meters from System, she leap into the air both blades pointed directly at her chest.

Instinctively System lunged with her sword, fist tight, in front of her, as her left hand palm braced the flat end side of it deflecting the Daishō pair to her left as Arachne’s hip crashed into her knocking her down.

Arachne stood over her body heaving in breath at the expenditure of energy she had just released.

Again she said, “How do you know that name? Where did you hear it?”

System looked up at the woman standing over her, “I knew you Sherrazie, when you were just a child.  I was a child.  My father found you, and the others.  He rescued you form the Triad, the Orion Syndicate.  I know of your past.  I was there.”

Arachne paused, turned to her left looking away from System as the memory came flooding back.

Aurthrian had found and rescued the children of Talinus Prime back in YC95. System had been 12 years old at the time, and was aboard her father’s Abaddon, the Yumai D’ni, when he had brought the thirteen children on board.

Her mother had tried to isolate and hide her from the situation, but her father had insisted that System was old enough to know what had happened to them.

In that day the Orion Syndicate’s Triad traded in young girls they had taken from Minmatar worlds as sex slaves. The abuse they experienced was vile and was the inspiring source of renewal by Aurthrian in his emancipation endeavors.

The thirteen girls stayed on the Abaddon for three days until they were dropped off at a Ziddi orphanage that dealt with such traumatized children.

System had spent many hours with them and had gotten to know a little about each one.  All of them except SherrazieSherrazie never spoke. Sherrazie never interacted with the others.  Sherrazie always sat quietly on her bunk and watched the others.

“I, … I, I don’t remember.” Arachne whispered. But she did remember. “Your father rescued me? Your father rescued me.” she said trying the words out loud.

Blood rushed to her face.  Had she murdered the man that had rescued her as a child?  It could not be.  It mustn’t be.

Her eyes turned down and she breathed erratically.  A dread shame descending on her.

System spoke, “Sherrazie, you could not have known.”  with those words System felt an overwhelming emotion of regret, of melancholia.

She rolled out from under the Krusual and keeled, sitting up from a prone position.

Both women just stared at each other or a few moments, their faces in agony.

System could just not find reconciliation between the anger and vengeance she felt, and the empathy of this woman’s childhood.

Then her father’s words came rushing into her mind.

“The truest release, and freedom, any man can have is to forgive the unforgivable.  In doing so one saves themselves from the emptiness of vengeance.”

Tears welled up in System’s eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

Waves of emotions washed over her, heaving deep sobs from her lower abdoman.

She had never understood her fathers words.  He had spoke those words to her when she was sixteen and at the height of her teenage rebellious years.

How had she not understood him?

How did she move forward now?

Could she do what she felt obligated to; returning purity to her House by slaying this Krusual assassin?

She tightened her grip on her swords hilt drawing the blade back behind her leg.  She stood and stepped back from Sherrazie.

Sherrazie, still holding the Daishō pair of blades, looked toward System, her head tilted low.

System thought and contemplated.

After a minute or so, she resolved to what she knew she had to do to bring back balance.

Sherrazie, this is the end.  I will not pursue you any longer.  You are free from your crime, you are free from House Baud.”  she took a deep breath and continued, “I will always hold you responsible for my parents death, but I will forgive you of it’s crime.  I do this for me, not for you. Now get off my ship.”

System strode toward to her pod, stooping to pick up the scabbard sheath, she slipped Heosphorous into it’s tight leather walls, and then strode over to her pod.

She felt free again.

She felt like she had her life back.

She felt renewed.

Now was time to put this matter behind her.

She buttoned up the pod and willed it to come to life. It rose two meters off the hangar deck and started to head toward the Helios further down the hangar.

Sherrazie,” System thought into the pod coms, “You have three minutes to get in your pod and get off my Orca.  After that the Orca is going to warp.  Your Gila is adrift fourty seven kilometers toward planet three. Goodbye.”

“Thank you Amarrian.” the response came. “May we never meet again.”

May we never meet again, thought System.

Her pod docked into the Helios and it’s engines came alive.

She pointed the vessel toward the outer hangar door and looked over as the Krusual pod slipped out ahead of her.

After clearing the Orca, she pointed the Helios towards the Thera wormhole that had just opened up on her probe scanner.  The Sister’s probes slipped forth from the Helios and winked off the grid heading for the area just past the star-ward side of the system, toward the center of the galaxy.

She would finally be home in Paleo in the next few hours.

UNDER the wide and starry sky
the clone renews, ready to die:
Glad did I live and safely I die,
And I laid me down with my will.

This be the verse you ‘grave for me:
Here clone lies where she long’d to be;
Home is the starship, home from space,
And the explorer home from the hunt.

How To Catch A Villainous Krusual Bitch

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It had never been done before in all of New Eden. It was unprecedented. It was impossible. Or so said Aura, the Amarrian Inquisitor, and the Concorde Officer who had made the connections System needed to reach the Ugandi Boliant ministry of Boosters and Stasis Tech on the Passari V – Moon 8 stationed at the Lai Dai Corporation Factory.

What System had proposed was a scheme to remove a capsuleer from a capsule, alive, in deep space, within one minute fifty eight seconds of them ejecting their capsule from their ship.

The CARTHUM JUBILEE CONFESSOR would be the bait prize to lure the Krusual capsuleer from her ship. The enticement would be seasoned for several weeks with rumors, false D-scans and brief glimpses of the one of a kind, prototype Confessor that had been gifted by Empress Jamyl the first, in YC111 to the Baud House, in honor for the Baud House’s role in working with the Empress’ Declaration Emancipation Decree.

The key to the whole plan was to find a way to get the capsule free of it’s current ship, bring it aboard an Orca in Null Sec and open it from the outside before it could self destruct. The self destruct program of all Jovian capsules had a hard wired two minute timer that upon completion would send the capsuleers conscience across the universe to a waiting clone, one moment before it destroyed itself.

The forty billion isk valued Confessor would supply the motivation to entice Arachne Daemon to eject her capsule from her Gila. Then a covert operation cloaked vessel would need to decloak, and point the capsule at the fastest speed possible, while a nearby Orca would need to decloak as well, lock, and pull the capsule into it’s ship’s hangar bay by tractor beam.

The last step would be to apply the stasis link deactivation module which would supposedly deactivate the self destruct protocols and open the capsule. All of this would have to be perfectly timed and executed within one minute and fifty eight seconds.

In one hundred and twenty years there had never been a reliable report of such a feat ever being accomplished.

This did not stop System from trying to orchestrate it all.

Amazingly, and with a little help from billions of isk in costs and incentives, everything was in order and waiting after seven weeks of preparation.

The Orca, and the Helios had been cloaked on grid for four days. The Confessor had warped 100 kilometers off the third asteroid belt near planet nine and was currently sitting 9000 meters dead center between the two cloaked vessels.  System had ejected her pod from the Carthum’s sleek hull and had bounced off a nearby warp location, bookmarked in Aura, landing 8700 metres off the cloaked Orca.

She was at her most vulnerable state, alone in her pod waiting.

The idea, if the disinformation and rumors had made it to the Krusual capsuleers ears, was to appear helpless, in space, too far from the very expensive ‘Blingy’ Confessor so that when Arachne Daemon warped to the abandon ship, the plan could be sprung.

If the critically enhanced capsuleer in the Helios was unable to decloak, lock, and snare the Krusual’s capsule before she was able to warp away or board the Reni Brahk, then the plan would implode, with great loss, and the possibility that System would never be able to get close to her prey again.

“Capitan,” Aura spoke into System’s mind, “D-scan shows a Gila class vessel 13.9 au and closing from planet three.”

System had uninstalled ALLISON two weeks ago from her pod as to bypass any direct documentation of the possibly Signal Cartel creedo violating acts that were to follow.

The three capsuleers, two in cloaked vessels, held their breath, as much as any capsuleer was able to while submersed in their pods hydrostatic gel.  Their bodies naturally increased adrenaline output heightening their senses and dilated time, seemingly slowing down the moments that followed.

The Gila, blazing in a red Super Kerr induced nanocoating, ‘woop’ and ‘thumped’, landed on grid around ten kilometres from the floating lifeless Confessor.  As manipulated, she had warped from planet  three, landing her safely at a ‘T’ from the two cloaked vessels, leaving their cloaks intact.

The Gila seemed to drift slowly after landing, not immediately engaging her subwarp engines, as if it’s pilot was making a critical decision, which she was.

Probing D-scan pings could be registered as she reached out around her looking for ships that were warping in.  Apparently satisfied, the Gila lunges forward toward the Confessor.

Possibly her mind clouded with the billions of isk in prize, the Gila pilot never stopped to consider why the pilot of the Confessor had ejected and was so far from their ship.

System engaged her capsule toward the Confessor as well, at that moment, feigning an attempt to re board her ship.  This, as planned, hastened the Gila pilot to engage her micro warp drive, barreling toward the floundering ship at a high rate of speed.

This was to the snares advantage as when the capsule ejected from the Gila, it’s momentum carried it past the docking perimeter of the Confessor, but still closer than System’s Pod.

“Now!” System commanded across the comm channels to the Helios and the Orca.

With a shimmering crackle the Helios decloaked and immediately began locking the Krusual pilot’s pod.

Then as the pod turned to align and warp out, the warp disruption ribbons stretched out from the Helios, disabling its ability to leave. The one hundred and fifty million isk price System had paid for the Republic Fleet Warp Disruptor to the shady salesman in Ren had fulfilled its value.

Now time was the essence of success.

The Orca decloaked, it’s large frame casting a shadow across the tiny pod and Helios.

The locking claxon could be heard simultaneously by its captain as well as by the Krusual pilot in her pod.  If she had not yet started the self destruct protocols, she will have by now.

Time slowed as the behemoth Orca continued to probe, scan, stretching out to lock onto the capsule.

Then ‘snick’ the lock clicked in, followed instantly by a purple beam stretching out and engulfing the tiny vessel.

The large ship then began to pull the pod across the void of space and into its hangar bay.

System engaged her pod subwarp engine and coasted toward the Orca as well.

She felt apprehensive, and nervous.  She had a sense of impending doom with a side of destiny.  Her emotional turmoil boiled as she tried to calm herself.  Was it going to happen?  Was this going to succeed? Would anyone ever believe her?  Did it matter?

So many questions.

Her pod floated into the Orca’s ships bay and gently landed on the pod capsule platform.

The pod separated and open itself, her virtual HUD dimming as the light from the hangar flooded into her eyes.

System stepped forth naked from the capsule, dripping and shivering, from the transition out of the pod goo and into the cold hangar atmosphere.

She looked over to where the other capsule was now sitting, still glowing from the stasis module that had deactivated it’s self destruction protocol.  Another risky isk investment that has now paid off.

“Aura, please signal the Helios to dock on the Osirus and then have her pilot board the Reni Brahk and engaged it’s cloak after reaching the safe coordinates romeo alpha tango whiskey six.  Also, after said pilot leaves the Osirus, engage the cloak and then set her adrift away from the nearby asteroid belt. For now we will leave the Gila adrift.”

“Yes captain.” came Aura’s reply.

“Aura, please check local transponders.  Are their any unidentified new signature inside the star system?”

“No captain,” she said, “The only signatures in system are you, the Osirus pilot, the pilot of the Helios, and the cloaked pilot in the Anathema perched on the only stargate out.”

“Is the capsuleer Arachne Daemon’s transponder still showing in system?” she asked Aura, double checking.

“No Captain,” came the responds, “The only signature of Arachne Daemon are her life signs in the capsule adjacent to your position.”

System signaled the stasis module through her neural link to force the capsule to open and release the captured capsuleer.

The snare complete and successful, it was now time to confront the final member, and leader of the band that had killed her parents.

It was now time for Amarrian justice, purification, and vengeance.

It was now time for System to re balance her part of the universe.

 

The Tale of Palman the Thukker

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The smell of decay was think in the air.

System drew her cloak mask tighter across her face. It did not help dissuade the smell from reaching her olfactory epithelium. Looking down the ravine she noticed the distorted shape of a partially decade body some fifteen meters down the grade.

She had tracked the second Thukker Assassin to the small frontier settlement just twelve kilometres outside the command center. Once the correct individuals were plied with sufficient isk they gave up the tale of the Thukker stranger that had arrived three weeks past.

The tale went as follows as told by the barman’s daughter.

Palman the Thukker came from afar
to hide himself the town Phashar.

He spent his creds on wine and whores
and bet his isk on a sure wager.

The bet was that he could bed old Haggie
before young Kellman could sow.

For a perfect five and twenty load and
a seven measures of Swol did fold.

What Palman the Thukker did not know
was the anatomy of old Haggie’s chassis.

For she had an infamous pudenda below
which contained a Fedo, fangs and claws.

That lived betwixt her nether tenement.
and would dine on any man’s woody cock
that did wandered to and fro.

The fact that the towns people had already made a limerick about the demise of the villainous Thukker stranger amused System, but was understandable, since the small settlement saw very little of travelers, nor entertaining things, being so far from the civilized worlds of the Empire.

After further investigation she had discovered that the Assassin had been killed over a bet that he had not fulfilled, over a matter of two hundred and twenty nine isk.

No one seemed to know where his body was, but everyone seemed to know how it went down.

The Thukker Assassin’s name was Palman. He had been drinking and betting and indulging all things for several weeks, when the local organized crime boss had put out a collection on him.

“The isk he owes, or his life, which ever can be attained,” was what the boss had decree’d.

Nine thug henchmen died at the Thukker’s intoxicated hands that night, before a tenth, eleventh, and twelfth man were able to shoot enough holes in his chest, collecting the twenty five isk bounty.

System’s scans had finally detected decomposing matter two kilometers outside the town.

Sliding down the embankment, she came to a stop on a boulder just overlooking the body. Kneeling she pulled her cloak aside and de-holstered the sensor probe from her left leg and stuck it into the decaying body’s upper thigh. The probe buzzed and clicked and after a few seconds a bio tag id was confirmed as matching the same genetic signature that was left at the scene of the crime back on Oris.

Satisfied that the body was indeed one of the three perpetrators that had killed her father and mother, System holstered the probe and then drew the family blade Heosphorou from it’s sheath belted on her right hip.

Driving the sharp blade into the chest of the body, she spoke the words of purification, “Thukker Pish. Blood Vi Cunt. You have no name. Your death means nothing. Suffer eternal.”

She pulled the blade out of the decomposing body, wiped the blade across the heel of her cloak. Next she drew the blade along her gloved fist until the tip, the sheath, and her fingers all aligned, then she drove it soundly into it’s leather holstered home.

She stood erect, touched the lobe of her ear and spoke, “ALLISON, my work here is done. Please begin take off protocols. I should arrive at the ship in the next hour and we will be leaving the planet and heading for our last way point.”

“Yes commander,” ALLISON replied.

As System climbed back up the ravine she thought about how she was going to get her final target, the Krusual capsuleer, out of her capsule.

Honor would not be restored to the House Baud by just destroying the capsuleer while she was in a ship, besides that, there were Signal Cartel creedo violation potential implications with this risky task.

System knew this Krusual Bitch had to be coerced into a confrontation outside of the Jovian Capsules that both granted them immortality.  Only with both their immortality on the line, and because of the unusual circumstances,  the matter would need to find a just resolution with both House Baud and the Eve Scout Enclave being satisfied.

Although the Krusual Bitch did not know it was coming, nor deserve it, System Baud would arrange for the purification confrontation to be fair and just.

She was going to need to call in a few favors.

She was going to need the Reni Brahk… and some luck.