The Daughter of the Honey Maker

Ghosts of my past began to haunt my mind as I lay in vacation paradise. The space bunnies were playing volleyball, surfing, laughing, playing all around yet my thoughts felt distant. Perhaps I had one drink too many I thought as the blackness consumed me.



Space, my home, my hunting ground, my way of life in new eden. The space bar was pretty vacant by Tash-Murkon standards. The regular riffraff must have been out harassing the latest miner in the vast beltscape that surrounded it's most infamous planet. I was about ready to leave when beauty showed it's face. She scanned the bar for a moment then stepped up to me and introduced herself as Miss Honey Bee.



My first reaction was "What the hell are you wearing?" but the hypnotic scent of honey swirled through the air and began to numb my mind.

"I need a strong pilot to help me with an important mission" She whispered into my ear.

I can't remember much what happened but next thing I knew like a good worker bee I was out in the belts of Tash-Murkon in a Vexor mining veldspar into a honey pot. The regular flies came to visit but having died to my swatter before left the scene. Then a new face showed.

"Vexor, Vexor strong and bold. I'll take your honey into my hold" said the Rifter pilot who warped into the belt.

"You people are damn weird" I said as I made my way back to station to swat this arrogant fly. I fitted weapons and made my way back to the scene. Little did I know a devious trap had been laid for me by the enemies of Miss Honey Bee.

The Rifter had left and agression was gone. I figured I would just re-flip the honey pot and resume. Moments after I had done this a Rapier had decloaked and locked me down. I didn't even know what a Rapier was yet I fought back with all my might.

For most people getting tackled by a Rapier isn't usually a good thing. On this day however with a small percentage of hull left my Vexor emerged victorious. I was still a young pilot of about 4 months old at the time and this was before the age of cheap rigs. I actually had to look up what type of ship I had killed after the dust settled.

Miss Honey Bee showed her appreciation on the ride back to station. Everything was cool and dandy until she introduced me to the rest of her family.



That's when the hypnotic sense of honey lost it's touch and i got the hell out of that weird ass system.

Snypes

Never Trust a Man Named Jiminy

So I was out browsing in a market section trying to find some spirits to kick a hangover when this spry chap danced up to me and introduced himself as Jiminy. He asked if perhaps I would be interested in some of his special merchandise.



I was interested in staring at his assistant for a moment longer so I allowed him to continue.



Jiminy and his assistant danced some form of jig for a moment which was then followed up by more of his assistants popping out of nowhere and chiming in.



Jiminy said there had been a shipping error and he had received some extra "Special Ops" Mymidon battlecruisers that he was selling off for cheap. He said I looked like a smart man who could appreciate a good bargain which naturally I had to agree with. He sealed the deal by making a nice comment about my space bubble hat and I walked away the proud owner of 2 "Special Ops" Myrmidons.

Fast foreward a bit and there I was, In space with one of my new Myrms fully confident in my invincibility. It didn't matter that a whole gang had tackled me on a stargate because this was no ordinary Myrm. Burning for the stargate I grinned as I pounded my fist on the Special Ops speed boost button. It caved in revealing it was nothing more then painted over cardboard. "Damn you Jiminy!!!" echoed though the depths of space as my ship exploded.

To save some embarassement I had the hanger crew scrape off the decals that said "Special Ops" on the second Myrm and off I went once again. I found myself engaged in combat along with fellow Tusker Proxyyyy when once again something terrible happened. The next Myrm was taken down due to a corroded power link coupler that must have been salvaged off of a mothballed Vexor or something. It was enough to get me caught by a Rapier that held me down for the gang. Luckily it didn't affect the turrets so I assisted in killing the Rapier along with a Buzzard moments before.

If I ever see that damn Jiminy again I'm gonna sell him his teeth back for a "good deal".

Snypes