UNDISCLOSED SYSTEM
CURSE REGION

The crew of the Kubwa, my Hurricane class battlecruiser, were growing restless. We had been sitting 200km from the warp bubble we had dropped in a fairly quiet pipe between lowsec and 0.0 space. So far, we hadn’t caught anything; not a single ship had appeared in local. My scanner was placed on my HUD, and I was ready, aligned to a bookmark between the jumpgate and the warp bubble.

Being this deep into Angel Cartel space, I expected more traffic. Over an hour had passed when I received a hail on my private comm channel. It was Mynxee. I took the call.

We spoke briefly, her playing poker, me playing fish (see what I did there?), when she invited me to the public channel for her HellFleet alliance. I considered the potential ramifications, but in the end, being a public channel, figured there was nothing out of the ordinary by me participating. For all they knew, I could simply be gathering intel for the anti-piracy effort.

There were many familiar names and faces in the vidchannel, and I gave my regards to many, including Shae Tiann. Some were surprised to see me, citing my status as a famed militia persona as the reason for their reaction, others were happy to see an old and familiar face since our time together in Evati so long ago.

Local still showed nothing.

After some engaging dialogue and meeting another interesting woman with the last name “Orchid” (no relation to Venom apparently, and you’ll find out shortly why I can’t remember her first name), I said my goodbyes, deciding to call my one-man bubble camp quits for the evening.

Before I left, this other Orchid woman left an impression by flashing me her breasts, and I have to admit, they were quite stunning. Shae blew me a kiss, Mynxee unabashedly sent her love with me, and as my face turned quickly red, I disconnected. Maybe that hadn’t been such a good idea joining that channel in the first place.

There is almost nothing more tempting than ripe breasts.

One of my long range scanning team members reported a faint signal, a distress call. “… heavy turrets, several battleships, need help before the Angels destroy us completely…”

We got a lock on the system; it was two jumps away. I smiled.

It was time to bring harsh justice to some pirates.