Saturday 1 October 2011

Waking

The explosion shook the pod as it was jettisoned, unprotected and defenseless, 'encased' in the field of a probe disrupting his warp drive. The pod was being targeted by the assailants second-hand as Kiruss angled the slow but nimble pod towards the edge of the field. Konici was already gone, his corpse appearing on his overview as both attackers turned their full attention onto Kiruss. The pod shook again as it's shields were quickly reduced by a single volley and damage was taken to the minimal amount of armour that was present.


Warning signals blared but there was little else Kiruss could do, they don't equip these things with microwarpdrives. Six percent armour remained as Aura warned of the likely damage about to be sustained to the pod's internal being, namely, Kiruss. But the second volley missed, with only a few kilometers remaining Kiruss was not hopeful, he was a small target but a fragile one. They could scrape the pod and he would still likely find himself in a cloning bay, who knows how far from the wormhole system. 


But he had somehow made it, a third volley flying past him as the pod passed through the bubble like field, his warp drive activating as it quickly soared away from the wreckage.


Kiruss' eyes opened wide and quickly, he was apparently laying on the couch of his quarters. He must have fallen asleep here while he was working. He removed the goggles, a handy device he had picked up that allowed him to not be chained to his workstation, sitting up and peering around the dimly lit room. He was alone apparently and this didn't please him. You don't like waking up from weird flashback-dreams where you were about to take the new clone out for a spin and then find yourself alone.

Why did it even happen anyways? Not the actual event, he knows exactly why that happened. Kiruss got cocky and Konici ended up paying the real price, he wasn't too proud of that. But it wasn't as if it was haunting him, Konici was a capsuleer himself, there was no real damage done to the man.

Perhaps it was just the stress getting to him, making everything more dramatic in his head than it actually was. He need to fix things, and fast.

Also where the hell was Kat.



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