tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71192439840742256342011-07-08T04:02:08.861-07:00Spider 33http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208096544687021730noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119243984074225634.post-87461123280044210502010-07-26T15:15:00.000-07:002010-07-27T09:37:24.318-07:00Post this on your blog entry including the embedded link:<br />This is my entry to the Inspired By Images Of Eve Competition 2. More details and links to all entrants can be found at <a href="http://www.starfleetcomms.com/content/inspired_images_eve_competition_2" class="bb-url">Starfleet Comms</a><br /><br />The fleet had been sitting on the gate for what seemed like hours with only a single rifter kill to show for it. Like a swarm of hungry locusts the interceptors orbited the gate waiting for the blinding flash of an activation and the pray that would follow it. In the fleets com net the lone scout reported “cane on gate, jumping through.” Cugar activated his ships weapons and waited. Thirty seconds seemed like an eternity as he waited for the ship to de-cloak and he could almost sense the pilots fear in the void of space.<br />He saw the ripple of a ship de-cloaking in front of him as the neutral hurricane came into view. Before the pilot had a chance to react Cugar had locked his target and immobilised the cane in the grip of his web. Blaster fire poured in from all directions as the cane slowly edged its way back towards the gate before exploding in a spectacular light show followed a second later by the pod. “Good effort guy.” Said the FC.<br /><br />Cugar scanned the local com net and resumed his watch over the gate. Before long the scout reported in again “red in system, cheetah on scan, should be coming through to you soon”. Again the star gate flashed to life and the ship appeared for a split second before cloaking again. “This guy’s a know scout, keep an eye on local” growled the FC. <br />“Neut vagga on its way”<br /><br />Turrets slewed to the ready position as the fleet primed itself for the kill. The gate flashed once more as the vagga entered the system. “Make sure you scram this one Cugar” <br />“Will do”<br /><br />No sooner had he spoken the local count grew at an alarming rate. “Disengage!!!!! Get the hell out!!!!”. The gate camp split to the four winds, scurrying away from the enemy trap. Cugar saw the warp tunnel form around his taranis, the walls narrowing the view from his camera drone as he sped towards the 3rd planet. Damn he though, how the hell did that happen? He opened a com link to his spy in the enemy alliance with a single thought while constantly scanning for the probes that would lead the enemy fleet to him.<br /><br />“What sort of a spy are you?!” he said as calmly as his frayed nerves would let him, “your ment to let me know when there’s a black ops gang forming, ESPECIALLY when I’m in the fleet they’re going after!”<br />“Sorry boss, wasn’t in on this one, got a feeling they’re on to me.”<br /><br />Cugar sensed a probe nearing him and he silently swore to himself, this was going to be a long night. The warp tunnels became hypnotic as he warped from safe to safe, all the time being chased by the ever present probes. He knew that as soon as he stopped the invisible fleet would pounce on him, ready to kill him as he had killed others, only to be born again. “Well” he said, if only to him “if I’m going down I’m going to take at least one of them with me!”<br /><br />He willed his ship to the gate he had been camping only a few short minutes before, if they were going to be anywhere it would be there. No sooner had the tunnel collapsed three bombers appeared out of nowhere. Torpedoes lumbered their way towards him as Cugar activated his MWD and headed towards the closed ship. Good, he thought, they’re too close for bombs.<br /><br />The lock indicator turned solid and a millisecond later the 1st volley of blaster fire hit his target. Cugar grinned as he saw the bombers shields go down and his armour disintegrate and the antimatter shells tore into it, 1 down, 2 to go. He knew he should warp out and live to fight again but the fog of war clouded his vision as he locked the second bomber and willed his guns to fire. Red began to fill his overview and he felt his ship cry with pain as the 1st rounds struck home, yet still he kept firing. Two down and Cugar was enjoying himself so much he failed to notice his armour disappear in the blink of an eye. <br /><br />He awoke in a pool of warm liquid. Welcome to your new clone Cugar” came a voice from far away. He rose from his clone vat, brushing off the medical attendants as they tried to ensure the rebirthing process had gone without a hitch and marched towards the capsule bay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119243984074225634-8746112328004421050?l=spider33s.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Spider 33http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208096544687021730noreply@blogger.com0