My reflexes must have been dulled by too much time spent hauling my gear from system to system. At least, telling myself that makes it hurt just a bit less. My confidence had been riding too high after my initial 3-0 record since I began trying to make a living hunting prey..
I was in the Rust One, winding my way back towards the constellations I had found success in before, when I noticed another pilot moving through the same systems I was. More curious than wary, I stopped on my way at a planet in the Evaulon system and tried to scan him down. The signal was hazy, but I knew what it was - another Rifter. Hungry for another fight like my last scrap with a Rifter, I began the process of getting closer and teasing out his position.
I should have realized that this wasn't going to be an easy fight when I found him, only a few klicks away from the warp-in point to another planet in the system. He had me locked and was jamming my propulsion systems almost as soon as I arrived, and my shields were gone in an instant. The rest of the Rust One didn't take much longer. He caught my capsule as well - turns out he was faster on the draw than I was. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor of a cloning bay, gasping for breath.
I suppose I should get used to that.
2 comments:
Welcome to the EVE Blog Sphere mate!!!
A suggestion for a ship name for your next Rifter, how about Two Rusty.
Yeah, you can smack me for that one.
Hey man, welcome to the wonderful world of frigate piracy. Probably still the most fun you can have on the wrong side of the law. If you fancy some buddies to fly with in the Verge Vendor area either hit me up or drop by our channel "The Tuskers Public Channel" and I'm sure we'd be happy to help out.
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