Float like a butterfly...
An asteroid rushed past at a dangerous speed, brushing against her shields, Helicity’s mind was running double overtime to keep up with the vast amounts of sensory input that came with these velocities.
Were it not for Zor’s custom implant she would have never been able to cope with this. The rest of the squadron of Dramiel were also weaving through the asteroid belt in feats of death defying acrobatics, the exhausts of the drones that were hurtling at the drake battlecruiser in the distance were tiny pinpricks of angry light. Taking turns holding the larger vessel in place and avoiding it’s missiles; each almost as large as one of their tiny Angel frigates, while avoiding the angry drone payload the drake had unleashed this looked more like some insane ballet than a fight.
The capsuleer commanding the battlecruiser was young, too young, to be flying around by himself in these bad regions of space where no police dared to show their faces. With an eager grin Helicity anticipated the opening between two of the larger asteroids and sent a spray of red hot death from her autocannons with pin-point precision, with a flicker, the drake’s shields finally winked out of existance under the prolonged fire of the fleet.
...sting like a bee.
Being of caldari make, it’s armor was an afterthought, not really fit to protect the vessel from anything but the rigors inherent to space. Moments later the ship’s structure suffered a catastrophic failure.
The sleek, tusked forms of the Python Cartel’s wing of dramiels shot out from between the asteroids, the chatter on the comms was excited. Everyone was out for blood and the thrill of combat tonight. Maybe it was the somewhat disturbing and alien feel of the Dramiel’s mind-interface compared to regular ships. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Helicity could have sworn she felt more destructive than usual, the though of ransoming this victim to extort cash had not even crossed her mind.
Skye piped up on the comms, she had spotted another drake in system, a quick background check on it’s registered pilot revealed no connection to the previous victim. Seconds later the pack of Dramiel was barreling through the solar system at warp speed on a course to intercept this new drake and repeat the performance. This drake’s pilot was much more experienced than the last one, managing his shields with casual professionalism and targetting the dramiels’ drones in an attempt to save its own hide. Not deterred Helicity recalled her drones and re-assigned them to destroy the drake’s drones. A missile streaked past Helicity, exploding harmlessly on the asteroid on her port side. Missiles were useless against ships so fast that they could outrun them.
More Pythons showed up to assist in bringing down this tough prey, it’s missiles depleted and drones destroyed the ship soon submitted to the inevitable, and the capsuleer would soon find himself waking up in a distant clone vat with a whopping headache. Such was the price of overconfidence in new Eden.
More pythons and space jerks joined the fleet, they prowled the systems surrounding Old Man Star eager for more blood and violence. Several more pilots did not get to take their ships home that night.
zoooooom.
As her pod was being towed clear of the ship back in her home station Helicity started to wonder about the bizarre Angel Cartel ship… something was deeply wrong with these vessels. They were evil! Cruel! Yet…so beautiful. For a brief moment, she imagined she could hear the ship singing to her. “I must be tired” She said to herself.
