Friday 9 December 2011

Putting bloody great big holes in things...

Anabaric dropped out of warp at the planet, and imediately locked onto the covert signal coming from Arthouris's ship. As the Tornado's bow swung round he once again smiled at how quickly she handled compared to the Hurricane. Lights flashed up on his display, weapons armed, thermal safeties disengaged, the warp disruptor light flickered, then finally came online.
He made a mental note to get that fixed, then engaged the warp drive.
The Tornado frame shook slightly as it entered the short hop to the POS where its victim was outside the shields maintaining the weapons systems. He landed on grid 10km from the Badger Mk II, immediately alligning out to a planet, the weapons locked, and 800mm shells reduced the transport to rubble in a few volleys.

Warning alarms started to chime on his console as the POS gunners frantically started to lock the Battlecruiser, but the agile Tornado was already in warp before the guns could finish locking.

"Are we having fun yet?" Arth's manical grin popped up on the neocom screen."She's fucking awesome, did you see the way that hull came apart when those 800's hit her?!"
"Arth's she's perfect, you were watching then?"
"Yeah course I was, I bought her for you, course I'm gonna see what she does" replied Arth smugly.
"We need a real challenge, find me something with teeth.."
"Done, there's a hurricane in belt 1-1"
"what do you think..." Arth replied sarcastically cutting off the comm channel.

The Tornado landed at 20km from the stationary hurricane, as Anabaric started to lock the hurricane a pilgrim decloaked inside of 10km, expecting this Ana had already maxed the speed on the tornado and was burning upwards, the microwarp drive thermal safety off, the maximum speed of 3500ms was fast approaching, now well out of range of the pilgrims deadly short range neuts the 800's made fast work of the approaching hurricane.
The pilgrim quickly decided that this fight hadn't gone as planned and cloaked just as the hurricane exploded.

Arty's grinning face popped up on the screen.
"Your still alive then?"
"A pilgrim? did you know that was there... ?"
"quit your bitching you wanted a challenge"
"Got something else lined up for you already, when its good its good, some idiot's got a battleship ratting over in 7-3, Get there now!"

Anabaric cancelled the overheat warnings, and engaged the warp drive again, on landing in the belt the mix of T2/T1 drones confirmed Arth's original statement, this guy was obviously not ready to be flying this ship, let alone bringing it into a combat environment.
As the Tornado's 800mm heavy autocannon shells rapidly boiled through the Typhoon class battleship, Anabaric sent a quick picture to Nashh of the ruined typhoon, the subject of the message...
'You owe me another shiny'

"Arth, I owe you a beer, dock up"

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