Day 1: Additional entry.
*Log Activated*
No matter how self-sufficient I desire to be, I am still confined within the regions of the Federation. Swallowing my pride, I contacted an agent in the Oursalert System. She seemed fairly cold at my presence. How unlike the typical friendliness I had come to expect from Gallenteans.
In any case, after much 'wooing' and quite a number of Spiced Wine bottles later, I was finally able to gain her trust enough for her to allow me to run some missions. Simple courier runs were the norm, as I raced back and forth between systems delivering whatever papers or items she deemed worthy. While it was not as 'glorious' an existence as I had hoped it would be, it would suffice for now. For the most part, it kept me fed and confortably clothed. In due time, I would be able to afford more luxurious accomodations.
I had resigned myself to this mundane activity for several days when I heard some rather news on the GalNet. Rogue drones, which for the most part were used to frighten little children, had begun terrorrizing a small mining operation in the system. The miners in turn refused to work under such conditions, and rightly so. If the training drones were any indication, civilian ships stood no chance against the robotic fighters.
Deciding this was more of a challenge than watching the mating habits of Veldspar, I decided to clear the deadspace area where the drones resided. While some might have believed this was an entirely altruistic endeavor, I am not one to correct them. The truth of the matter was the bounty and the materials the drones were made of would add significantly to my funds.
Upon entering the area, I encountered the drones in question. Believing them to be as 'easy' as their training brethren, I was painfully made aware of the difference. While majority of the drones proved just as fragile as I'd believed, there was one particular drone which made the experience all the more harrowing. I believe it was a Render Drone.
Before I left the station, I had thought it prudent to upgrade my civilian blaster into a Dual Light Laser. This proved to be a blessing as I think my old weapon would have had little effect on this foe. The dogfight lasted quite some time; each of us circling the other. Throughout the battle, I had failed to notice the Drone Missile Battery nearby. Apparently the machines had started to build defenses to hold the area. Already I could see the drone silo it guarded, small sparks flying about as it appeared to be building new drones.
Needless to say, my shields and armor took a beating as my course took me too close to the battery. I tried to put as much distance as I could between me and the missile battery while continuing to fire on the Render drone. Thankfully the drone succumbed to my attacks, leaving me to deal with the lone defender.
It was curious though. As I let my shields rechagre, I failed to notice one last missile headed towards me. Unsure if the remaining hull could take the impact, I had resigned to becoming one with the void. It was then the missile simply exploded a few meters away from my hull.
Checking my sensors at this strange twist of events, I discovered that while the machine could track me well outside my own firing range, it's missiles could not. At 10km, I was fairly safe as the missile's failsafe simply detonated it once fuel ran out. Orbiting it at that range, I proceeded to slowly but surely whittle away at its shields and armor. Aside from the rare missile which hit when my orbit deviated slightly, I was able to take down the annoying platform.
Which allowed me to turn my attention to the drone silo.
The drones themselves were my only concern as they were the ones with the bounty. However, while the silo remained, travel in the area would become more and more dangerous. It took quite a bit of time and effort but eventually the silo was nothing more than a memory.
Arriving back to the station, I was greeted by several miners who congratulated me on saving their business. I gave them a customary nod and proceeded to the bar, the day's events had been somewhat tiring. There, I was surprised to encounter my agent who gave me a not so simple smile. I could swear it was almost predatory. But no matter. She told me that there was a mission bounty on whoever could take out the drone infestation and as I was the only one to do it, she had given me quite the reward. The ISK was also appreciated.
Although I am quite unsure what to do with the small arms she had given me.
*Log deactivated*
*Log Activated*
No matter how self-sufficient I desire to be, I am still confined within the regions of the Federation. Swallowing my pride, I contacted an agent in the Oursalert System. She seemed fairly cold at my presence. How unlike the typical friendliness I had come to expect from Gallenteans.
In any case, after much 'wooing' and quite a number of Spiced Wine bottles later, I was finally able to gain her trust enough for her to allow me to run some missions. Simple courier runs were the norm, as I raced back and forth between systems delivering whatever papers or items she deemed worthy. While it was not as 'glorious' an existence as I had hoped it would be, it would suffice for now. For the most part, it kept me fed and confortably clothed. In due time, I would be able to afford more luxurious accomodations.
I had resigned myself to this mundane activity for several days when I heard some rather news on the GalNet. Rogue drones, which for the most part were used to frighten little children, had begun terrorrizing a small mining operation in the system. The miners in turn refused to work under such conditions, and rightly so. If the training drones were any indication, civilian ships stood no chance against the robotic fighters.
Deciding this was more of a challenge than watching the mating habits of Veldspar, I decided to clear the deadspace area where the drones resided. While some might have believed this was an entirely altruistic endeavor, I am not one to correct them. The truth of the matter was the bounty and the materials the drones were made of would add significantly to my funds.
Upon entering the area, I encountered the drones in question. Believing them to be as 'easy' as their training brethren, I was painfully made aware of the difference. While majority of the drones proved just as fragile as I'd believed, there was one particular drone which made the experience all the more harrowing. I believe it was a Render Drone.
Before I left the station, I had thought it prudent to upgrade my civilian blaster into a Dual Light Laser. This proved to be a blessing as I think my old weapon would have had little effect on this foe. The dogfight lasted quite some time; each of us circling the other. Throughout the battle, I had failed to notice the Drone Missile Battery nearby. Apparently the machines had started to build defenses to hold the area. Already I could see the drone silo it guarded, small sparks flying about as it appeared to be building new drones.
Needless to say, my shields and armor took a beating as my course took me too close to the battery. I tried to put as much distance as I could between me and the missile battery while continuing to fire on the Render drone. Thankfully the drone succumbed to my attacks, leaving me to deal with the lone defender.
It was curious though. As I let my shields rechagre, I failed to notice one last missile headed towards me. Unsure if the remaining hull could take the impact, I had resigned to becoming one with the void. It was then the missile simply exploded a few meters away from my hull.
Checking my sensors at this strange twist of events, I discovered that while the machine could track me well outside my own firing range, it's missiles could not. At 10km, I was fairly safe as the missile's failsafe simply detonated it once fuel ran out. Orbiting it at that range, I proceeded to slowly but surely whittle away at its shields and armor. Aside from the rare missile which hit when my orbit deviated slightly, I was able to take down the annoying platform.
Which allowed me to turn my attention to the drone silo.
The drones themselves were my only concern as they were the ones with the bounty. However, while the silo remained, travel in the area would become more and more dangerous. It took quite a bit of time and effort but eventually the silo was nothing more than a memory.
Arriving back to the station, I was greeted by several miners who congratulated me on saving their business. I gave them a customary nod and proceeded to the bar, the day's events had been somewhat tiring. There, I was surprised to encounter my agent who gave me a not so simple smile. I could swear it was almost predatory. But no matter. She told me that there was a mission bounty on whoever could take out the drone infestation and as I was the only one to do it, she had given me quite the reward. The ISK was also appreciated.
Although I am quite unsure what to do with the small arms she had given me.
*Log deactivated*
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