Prison Break Aftermath
09 Nov 2017GI Joey
Holy shit.Computer, get the systems going and get us out of this shit den!
Shit.
Shiiiiiit.
Ok. Open Pilot's Federation Flight Log... wait, already recording... screw it.
Gawd, I haven't been this excited to see a supercruise countdown timer in... well, 375 days, two hours, and six minutes, if we're being technical.
First thing: The Kumo pukes have a prison planet somewhere outside the California Nebula. My systems were being jammed up somehow; I was able to see where I wanted to go, but my GalMap has no record of any star systems, including the one I just jumped out of, in a 25 ly radius. I'm lucky the system I just left had a neutron star to boost my FSD, since I happened to be flying the Yeti when I got rolled up.
Second thing: I got imprisoned by the Kumo Crew, ship impounded, for transporting Chemical Manipulators through their space without doling them in. Fuckers.
It was a long chase; I had a full cargo hold, and they had some kind of tracking on me, 'cause it usually took less than five minutes after entering a system for one of their goons to get an interdictor tethered to the Yeti. I didn't take it very seriously at first; I guess Kumo took six of of their best pilots in that sector getting turned to paste a bit more seriously than I did. They didn't let up. I got tired. They chased me through Maia, out to the California nebula, and beyond. Ironically, I have a gods-damned bushel of exploration data from systems I jumped through trying to shake the four wings of Anacondas the thugs sent after me. Finally, after three days and a number of light years that I lost count of after 237, I fell asleep, and the dirtbags rolled me up. I didn't even get my weapons deployed before my power plant was zeroed out from precision rail gun strikes.
Lucky for me, they tried to repurpose the Yeti while I was in the hole.
I wish I could see the tech's face as he tried to figure out what was wrong with the Yeti. Powerplant repaired, all systems green, no faults, but no way for him to tell that all of my ships are coded to my DNA if certain parameters are triggered. I bit down on the shutdown trigger on my back right molar the moment the Kumo guards locked the door to my hole. The only way to bypass the shutdown is to access the hidden panel behind the secondary climate control box underneath the co-pilot's chair on the bridge and turn the proper unmarked knob to 11 using a tension spring to raise the knob. I know, I know.
Wait... I can see his face... I love my camera system! Hehehe... Oh, he looks pissed. Aww, don't frown, kiddo, you look more like Delaine when you do that...
Anyway, I'm out.
I killed ten people during my escape.
One of the guards liked to leave his keycard on his belt when he came by to bring the food trays. I knocked him out three different times before I realized he had a gun, too. After I managed to snag it, I ran into six more Kumo goons on the way up to the flight deck. I was planning on jumping into the first ship I could get aboard, shooting the pilot, and maybe stabbing the engineer. I shot two door guards before they ever saw me coming and got to the ramp of a gnarly-looking Cobra Mk IV. I was in the pilot's chair, about to spin up the power plant... but then I saw her. The Yeti's Revenge, all pearly and white and ready for me to get my hands on her sticks... I couldn't resist. So, I slipped back down the ramp of the Cobra and made a run for it. Four goons spotted me, inconspicuous and stylish as ever in my orange prisoner's jumpsuit, in an area I definitely wasn't supposed to be in. I don't know how I didn't get shot, and I couldn't tell you how I shot two of them while running full-tilt towards my ship, parked on the only large landing platform in sight at the far end of the hangar bay. One of the remaining two jackasses shooting at me got crushed in my ramp as it retracted. The mess is still fucking with my nice Imperial paint job. There's not much left of the sixth goon; he got vaporized when I spun up the power plant, threw all pips to thrusters, and flipped my ship 180 on the landing pad to face the door and rip out of the mail slot at 450 m/s.
Still in the gravity well of the planet, I got a warning from the computer that I had missile lock. I cut throttle and dropped toward the planet's surface like a stone- well, like a stone that falls at 0.3g, anyway- and watched the packhounds spiraling into their explosive bloom above me before switching pips to shields and lightly skipping off of the harsh stone surface of the dirtball that had been my home for the last year. Oh, and by lightly skipping, I mean I blew my shields and took my hull integrity to 74%.
I'll spare you the details- I shot him down. And then I shot two more. At that point, the Kumo Crew security wings must have realized that fucking with me wasn't going to be a good idea, 'cause I haven't seen so much as a single triangle on my HUD since I jumped out. I'm already 3 jumps away and moving back towards the bubble as fast as I can.
So if you missed me, Deborah, you imaginary foxy flight log recorder somewhere on Founders' World... I'm here for you. And I'm here to really, really fuck up Kumo Crew's day.
End log. Let's go hunting.[/i]