Daginn góðir hugarar. Þar sem þetta er fyrsta fictionið sem ég hef sent inn væri það vel þegið að engum skit væri kastað.


It had been a long and borring journey from the start, Gallente customs where getting soft so it was easy getting a few thousand units of illegal boosters across the border and into Minmatar space. Of course it had not always been this easy, all that needed doing now was loading and unloading the mercandise and a crew of five at the most on standby if something where to go wrong but this however rarely happend. In the old days smuggling was an art that needed a certain skill for fast talk and even faster piloting but now any fool with a ship and a contact could try there luck. But the rewards of these missions made the wait all the more endurable but of course there was the chance that something whould go wrong, like say some insider tiping of the police or a pirate attack but these things rarely happend unless you pissed off someone higher than yourself. All this and more went trough the mind of Anija Setrak as she navigated her Stabber into the swirling vortex of gravametric energy that the stargate in front of here was producing. She was Minmatar, lady in here mid 20´s and more brains than mussle.She had extensive training in starship repair and engineering and a few years of expiriance.
The Gallente officals buzzed around here ship scanning it front to rear. This was however not due to the contraband that here cargohold contained but becouse of the unique shape of here ship. It was and old Stabber,used in the Minmatar Rebelion and one of only a handfull that had seen action and returned. The ship had some modifications that Anija hereself had installed and had gone through an allmost complete overhaul shortly after she had purcased it. Large parts of its hull had been completely ripped of and replaced, mainly the turrets and missle hardpoints, the cargobays and the bridge. The reson these areas had been targeted for special repair was to make the ship less vounurable to jamming by seperating the turrets from any outside connecting hard or software, exept a radio that was used for communication.The cargobay of course had been expanded so that it could haul more loot or merchadise, and of course the bridge and pod system had been ripped of and replaced by an old fasion cockpit. This had both great advateges and disadvateges for the pilot and its crew, firstly then ship could no longer be piloted by a single person but needed several people to be operated and the lack of combat coordination but made the ship allmost completely immune to all forms of jamming. The crew Anija had onbord where not here becouse she picked them by hand but rather becouse here comander had ordered her to train a few newbies to expand the operation. She had 3 newbies onbord and of course a co-pilot she had picked herself, one Terry Heldar. His name was that of his ancestors who had orginaly lived on the Minmatar homeworld before it was invaded by Ammar.The officals had finshed there scanns(to no avail, seeing as here cargobay was coted with scanner ressistant matirals that whould display any singiture that had been loaded into the main commputer) and the stargate had cleared her for jumping. A calaxion beat rang through the ship alerting the crew to the jump. A slight flicker in the coorinates screen had appered, catching her eye merely seconds before here ship was propeled into the stream of particles and light.







Chapter 2


Anija regained awaked to a constant beat of sound and red lights. THE ALARM!. She realized that something had gone terrable wrong, then suddenly rememberd the flicker of the screen prior to the jump.Betral was a painfully ovious, someone had hacked the transmission from the gate to here ship and changed that end point.Her head was spinning terrably and the alarm was not helping. She took out a booster charge, a neutral one.(meaning that you whouldnt fly high as a ship on MWD going out of orbit but still eased the pain of her headache) She got here thoughts together, and finaly attempted to acctivate the ships upgraded AI. Most of the contols on the bridge where lifeless, the power had probaly been knocked out durring there exit out of the jump.She started walking toward the door that lead down to the ships core. The door slid open as she started to walk toward it. Terry was in the doorway,bleeding rather badly from his left shoulder.
´´Are you alright?’’ he began
´´just a little shaken up, what happend to you?´´ she replyed with an allmost professional calmity.
´´Bumped into the contol pannel after we hit this system,whouldnt recomend going there, very bloody and not much of left of the ware intact´´
´´Powers out by the way´´
´´I know, i was just on my way to reboot the core when you came’’
´´Well not much use staying here then´´
´´Yeah, go grab a blaster or 3 in the armory and meet me at the core, I want to know what the hell happend´´


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