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The Goliath

08 Sep 2017Velswraith
Sept 08, 3303 - LHS 1920

My scarab was rocked by the nearby explosion of a missile. I heard the triple chimed alert announce another missile was on its way.  My mind full of swear words and my vehicle devoid of shields, every moment counted.

My focus 100%. My vehicle less than half.

Another blast. Just enough to send me rolling. 15%.  My engines died.  I pulled out the only tool I had to fix the engine. My fist.

Nothing. Go Figure. Triple Chime. Damn.

I looked out the front window only to see the flicker of another missile over the horizon. Leaning back and closing my eyes I let out a long sigh. For a moment I could see the darkness of space before me. I envisioned an early morning sunset rising.

Death in his Vulture will be arriving soon. Will I be ready to answer for all I've done? Will the bounty be satisfied and I receive eternal rest? Has it already happened?

The light faded. Darkness.

A new sound jolted me out of my self pity. "Ship under attack!" flashed across the screen as another series alerted me to missile fire.  "NO!" I shouted hoping it would stop the barrage.

I followed the missile trails with my eyes only to see the dim flicker of them exploding on an invisible shield. "Oh, C'mon! Not the Shakira!" I was angry. My beautiful ship. Those bastards were making her pay for my sins.  

Flickers of light caught my attention. The Goliath.  It'll be an easy mission. Just take down 1 Goliath and report back to Polyakov Dock for your credits! EASY. When is anything EASY, right?

The bastard fired two more missiles. I pulled up into the Scarabs turret. I squeezed the trigger and unloaded every round into the beast. It's shields dropped.

Hull 99% ... 95% ... 92% ... (Full shields back up). "What!!" I fired more <click click click> ammo depleted.

"Ship under attack". Ugghh! I kicked the dash. The sound of the Scarab came back to life. I hastily got back into the seat and headed for my ship. The Goliath had it's attention on my Python seemingly to have forgotten about me.

"Shields offline"

I had barely made it back to the cockpit of the ship as the shields failed. Apparently the high security zone also had defense turret nearby that could participate in the attack.

Hull Damage 99%

"Shakira, divert energy to shields and engines!" I ordered the ship commands as I pulled back for lift off.

I could see the small lights of the Goliath outside. It had backed off and was firing missiles from a distance of about 1km.

Hull Damage 97%

I tipped the nose of the ship down as I reversed the thrusters.  My hardpoints deployed. I fired everything.
The Goliath blew up.

Hull Damage 95%. No time to celebrate my victory. I returned my thrusters back forward to remove the mass lock.
93%. The beautiful sound of my frame shift drive clicked in 4...3...2...1   supercruise engaged

I was leaving LHS-1920 that hellhole.

259,000 credits was awaiting me. I couldn't wait to collect. No sooner had I punched in the coordinates for Polyakov Dock, that my ships alerts started firing off. "Damn!" I mumbled aloud.

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