Sunday, April 10, 2011

Space Cowboy

I had reached the end of the universe. Every last ISK had been spent on boose, smokes, and lavish hotel rooms. The vacation was truly over.

Stranded, I needed to somehow make enough ISK to buy a ship and my ticket back to the stars. An opportunity arose when I saw a group of hanger hands engaged in a game of poker. After some silver tongued word wizardry and placing the ownership papers to Space Bunnies magazine on the table the game was on.

It wasn't long before all the ISK they had and the ownership papers to exotic dancers Jane and Miss Calamity were mine.

Before they had a chance to try and win anything back I faked a text that my mother was calling for dinner, tipped my hat and was off.

Now it was off to the used ship dealer to see if I could afford anything spaceworthy with my new winnings.

There were several decent ships on the lot but I still didn't have enough ISK for any of them. Then in the corner of the hanger under a pile of used ship parts and scrap, I noticed what looked like a beat up old Thorax. It was rusty, with several bullet holes in the hull and some extra additions held on by what appeared to be duct tape. The salesman said the ship had been sitting in storage for ages because nobody wanted it. The previous owner had been some sort of Minmatar mad scientist and had made several home made alterations. The salesman said that if I could get it running and off his lot he would sell it to me for next to nothing.


Despite its appearance, and after a few tweaks, the ship was running well enough to take into space. I paid the man and was off.

There was a tape stuck in the malfunctioning deck that wouldn't eject.

The thing held up fairly well at first but the hybrid mix of Minmatar and Gallente technologies was highly unstable. It wasn't too long until sparks started flying and I was experiencing power outages across the grid. Fearing the worst I warped to a nearby planet so I wouldn't be stranded in space if a total breakdown occured. Upon landing the ship ground to a halt after several violent concussions rippled through the structure.

That's when the Rupture appeared.

"Shit!" I screamed as I started kicking one of the controll consoles. Suddenly an intense whirring sound started up and the ship shuttered back to life. The Rupture already had a point and was adding to the collection of bullet holse in my hull. I hit the gas. The thing suddenly had gobs of power and I was easily outrunning the pirate Rupture.

I returned fire and at 20k was matching the shield Rupture blow for blow. This Thorax was like some kind of wild animal. It wasn't too long before "poof" I was waving at the pirate's escape capesule as he warped off.

Feeling like a Rock Starr I finally made it back to Heverice ready to re-earn my fortunes in the space lanes.


  1. Gotta agree with Sard on this one!
    Great blog, man.. Wish your posts weren't so scarce, you've made a couple of nights at work pass much more quickly and enjoyably than they usually do..

  2. Snypes has been away from the game for a few months, broken computer. :(

    Fricking awesome to see you back though mate as I said earlier. Can't wait to see what you get up to :)

  3. Excellent as ever Mr Snypes! Love the car sales clip, haha.