Well, I’ve been at it again. I have finished my second EVE video, it’s much better video quality than my first one, thanx to FRAPS and Adobe Premier Pro.
I still have the contest for the cat meow sound bite for this video. The best rendition of a cat’s meow that sounds like “MYARR!!!” wins 25 million isk and credit line in each of my movies for the sound bite.
Anyway, here is the link for the movie, enjoy!!!
http://eve-files.com/dl/155517
Finally, I have finished three more episodes of The Bleeding Rose.
I am sorry that it has taken so long, work, life and of course, yarring around EVE has taken up the time I would have spent in finishing these episodes. More are coming. I want to thank you all for your patience.
Close to home, The Bleeding Rose is doing something it it rarely does, not attacking people. Captain Ga’len was lucky enough to secure a Letter of Marque for Sansha Nation’s pirates from Concord. Yes, they are on a mission to hunt them down.
The mission done, weapons officer Ceres has asked for permission to recalibrate the turret tracking systems. So, we find our ship and crew out and about in the belts in TMP, spotting the few Sansha Nation pirates that continually attempt to raid those poor miners who are just trying to eek out a living.
“Ceres, are you finished yet? Those last few popped rather quickly.”
“Yes captain, we are finished. I could have had that last one, but someone else is in the belt, attacking Sansha Nation pirates as we are.”
“Mr. Jemelson, close in on each wreck. Salvage crews, you know the drill, clear the wreck of anything useful”, Captain Ga’len orders his crew. The ship moves towards each wreck and Captain Ga’len’s orders are followed. Yes, they are efficient, they are all veterans at this.
“Sir, this wreck is not ours and as per Concord rules of engagement, it belongs to the other captain in the belt. Concord camera drones have tagged it for a one, Captain Terr Quan .”
“So, we have a competitor in the belt, eh? Is Captain Terr Quan still in the belt?” Inquires Captain Ga’len.
“No sir, I do not have him on scanner.”
“Thank you Mr. Jemelson, move in and loot the wreck”.
A few moments later, Captain Terr Quan warps into the belt, locks his targeting scanners onto The Bleeding Rose and opens fire.
“SIR! We are under attack!!”
“Ceres, return fire, all weapons!!”
As the turrets tear through the armor, Captain Terr Quan’s voice can be heard over the comms, “You have stolen from me!! You shall meet your maker!!!!
“Sir, he has initiated his self destruct!!!, should I move the ship away?”
“No Mr. Jemelson, keep engaging him!! Ceres, reload all weapons and continue firing!!
As the crew follows Captain Ga’len’s orders, the destroyer under command of Captain Terr Quan explodes.
“Ladies and gentleman of The Bleeding Rose, that was a job well done”. Captain Ga’len pats Ceres and Mr. Jemelson on the back and takes his chair on the bridge.
“Sir? Why is this ship, a Rifter, as well as our Dominix, Ishkur, Brutix and whatever other ship we fly called The Bleeding Rose?”
“Ceres, I LIKE THE FRAKKING NAME, OKAY?!?!?!?! Ahem,….now, salvage what we can from that wreck, set course for Emrayur station and engage warp engines”.
Captain Ga’len relaxes in his chair as the ship casually travels the short distance to the jump gate and from the gate to the station. Suddenly as they close in on the station, a Harbinger locks weapons, opens fire and sends a wave of drones toward them.
The comms kick in, it’s Captain Terr Quan’s voice, “Well, well, well, you have come to fight me again, eh? Well, now you shall die!!!”
Volley after volley are exchanged, shields and armor begin to fail on The Bleeding Rose.
“Ceres, target the drones, take them out before they take us down!!”
One by one, Ceres targets, fires and destroys the drones until there are none left. She then goes after the Harbinger.
“Good job everyone, he’s going down, keep on him. Ceres, if you have to reload then I suggest you reload. Mr. Hamlin, how are the damage control teams holding up, that’s a battle cruiser out there pounding on your ‘paint job’ and it’s leaving dings and dents on the hull.”
“Captain, I thought you liked the dings and dents?”
“Yes Mr. Hamlin, I do like the dings and dents, just as long as they don’t go all the way through the hull and kill us.”
Volley and volley continue to be exchanged, damage control on both ships is working hard to maintain the armor and ultimately keep the ships together. Captain Terr Quan makes a run for the station, but alas, it’s too late.
“YES, The Bleeding Rose wins another battle!!” yells Ceres, “It is The Bleeding Rose, right captain?”
Captain Ga’len lets out an exasparated sigh, “Yes Ceres, it’s The Bleeding Rose. It will always be The Bleeding Rose.”
“But sir, if I may ask, why do you like the name so much?”
“Well Ceres, I will tell you the story. Get me a drink wench and meet me in my quarters, I will be happy to tell the tale.”
They walk off the bridge, Captain Ga’len begins, “You see, I was in port and there was this girl…….”
It’s been a busy few weeks for the valiant crew of The Bleeding Rose. Many of battle have been fought, many a ship have been destroyed and much loot has been plundered. Captain Ga’len rests in his quarters, weary from the long journey. As he drifts off to sleep, his mind lazily relives the battles of the past weeks.
“Sir, we have arrived in the Oipo system. Scanners report a Drake is nearby. Possibly that slippery dog Banglord. He’s been one of our most elusive targets”.
“Mr. Jemelson, let’s see if we can track this ship down. Intel says that he may be at station 3, head for it.” Captain Ga’len begins to savor the battle that is to come, “Red alert, all crew to battle stations, ready all weapons!”
As they close in on the station, it become clear that the assumption was correct, there is a target here and he is in fact in the dreaded Drake class battle cruiser.
“Wonderful, we just got the paint job finished.”
Captain Ga’len raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Mr. Hamlin, you know how much I have always appreciated your hard work, but a shiny ship makes too good of a target. We may have scratched paint, we may have dents and dings on our hull, but that’s a ship that has been lived in. That’s a ship that has seen battle and lived to tell the tale. That’s a pirate ship, scruffy and battle worn, ready to take everyone on. That’s our ship Mr. Hamlin. Remember, the chics really dig the scars, YYYHHHAAAAARRRRR!!!!”
Ceres laughs as she continues to jab a poking finger into Captain Ga’len’s ribs. “Captain, mind you get off that soap box and stow your poetic license. We have a ship to be shooting, don’t we”.
“Get me a drink wench and meet me in my quarters, I’ll show you how to do some poking”, Captain Ga’len says with a playful grin.
“I’d rather shoot the guns and poke some holes in that Drake out there sir.”
Captain Ga’len’s grin widens into a full on smile, “YOU HEARD HER YOU DOGS, ATTACK THAT SHIP!!!!!”
So, as it would be, they let loose the volleys, one after another. The return file of missile after missile slams into their hull. Soon, the paint is all gone and there are many dents and dings, just the way Captain Ga’len likes it. As luck would have it, Ceres finds a visible weak spot in the Drake’s hull and it’s all over, the flash fills the viewer and the cheers roar through out the ship. The fight was over quickly and even though it was a victory, there is just something missing. All this tracking and hunting and it was over so fast. Fortunately, there is an escape pod floating near the wreck. Yes, it’s the captain’s pod, the only survivor.
“Tractor that pod into the cargo bay, let’s see the look on that coward’s face”, orders Captain Ga’len.
Slowly, the pod moves into the cargo hold. Air hisses as the exterior hull doors close and the area is again, alive with precious atmosphere.
“Interface with the comms system on that pod, I want to talk to him. You think I was waxing poetic, wait until you see this Ceres.” Captain Ga’len has a truly evil look in his eyes, he has something special planned.
“Comms interface ready sir.”
“Thank you Mr. Hamlin. Cargo team, move that pod close to the exterior hold door and put that old wooden plank that’s laying against the wall under the pod and then everyone clear the cargo bay.” Yes, thinks Captain Ga’len, I am going to make this poor fellow walk the plank, just like in the ancient stories of our ancestors did, so many milena ago on the oceans of a long forgotten world.
Everyone looks at the captain, not sure of what’s going to happen next. Captain Ga’len activates the ship’s intercom, “Mr. Jemelson, set course for the central star of this system and engage. Put us in a position above the star and align the exterior doors of the cargo bay directly to that star. Cargo team, standby to jettison that pod into the star on my command.”
As The Bleeding Rose moves into position, Captain Ga’len engages the comms interface with the pod.
“Ahoy there, you in the pod. You are now my prisoner. A merry hunt you have led us on, but at last, you have been found. You have been weighed and measured in battle and you have been found wanting, you scury dog.”
Everyone looks at the captain as if he has gone mad, but Ceres just smiles as she too knows of the ancestral histories of the pirates of old. She too sees the spectacle that has unfolded and with delight, she listens on to her captain.
“You fought well and for that I will give you a choice. Either join my crew, provide us with intelligence of your corporation, location and strengths of your fleet and you will be rewarded. However, if you wish to remain the cowardly dog you are, I will be more than happy to leave you adrift in space, subject to the perils that await you. The choice is yours, decide now, you have 1 minute.”
Tick…….
Tick…….
Tick…….
Tick…….
“Times up, what’s you decision!!!”
Captain Ga’len waits for Banglord’s response, then, the alarms go off.
“SIR!!!, He’s engaged the self destruct on his pod!!!”
“Calm down crewman”, Captain Ga’len reassuringly says, “He’s made his decision, he chooses the perils of space. Open the outer doors, jettison that pod!”
The outer doors open and a road of air escapes out into the vacuum of space. The blinding light of the star fills the cargo hold. Captain Ga’len grins and watches the pod bounce along the plank into the void, bouncing as if it had legs shaking in fear, walking the plank to fall into certain oblivion.
Then, out of no where, a shot fires from one of the ships guns and the pod is vaporized.
“Ceres, what is the meaning of this!!!” Yells the captain.
“Well sir, with the star and it’s gravity well, being stuck in a pod and with all the pirates that roam the system, it seemed to me that a splinter in that pod’s butt would not be the kind of peril you were looking to loose him into. So, I shot out the wooden plank. I am sorry, I guess I missed.”
Captain Ga’len’s face relaxes and he lets out a laugh. “Don’t drink and fire the guns next time. Alright!!! Resume course, we have targets to hunt!!!”
Captain Ga’len was relaxing in his quarters. His ship, The Bleeding Rose, has faired well over the past few months. His crew, even more so. Having recently returned to the ranks as a pirate for TRAPS, there have been many battles, many explosions and much loot. Yarr.
As Ga’len lazily recollects the most recent battle, an alarm begins to blare. “RED ALERT, RED ALERT, CORPORATE WAR TARGETS ENGAGED!!
As Captain Ga’len arrives on the bridge and steps back into his capsule, Mr. Jemelson sets a course for Ebtesham and looks to his captain.
“Jemelson, go ahead and engage. What is going on?” Asks Ga’len.
“Sir, we have received word from Captian Ceekt that he has engaged members of our mark, Veyr”
Ga’len thinks to himself, “So, it has begun at last. We have found them”.
“ALL CREW TO BATTLE STATIONS, LOAD ALL WEAPONS, READY ALL DRONES,” the order rumbles throughout the ship. Shaking to the core, each member of the crew holds at their stations as the warp engines push the ship harder and faster than before.
“Ceekt must either be in trouble, which is highly unlikely, or he has found a bunch of juicy targets captain”, Ceres excitedly remarks as she readies the ships guns for the wonderful dance she so loves.
A few moments later, The Bleeding Rose drops out of warp to find 3 battleships staring her in the face. A Raven, Hyperion and a Abaddon.
“Wonderful, we have a fight on our hands, “Captain Ga’len shouts as Captain Ceekt welcomes everyone over the comms.
“This is Captain Ceekt, we have 3 targets, lock weapons and open fire, the abaddon is the primary target”.
Ceres dutifully and with much glee, locks turrets on the abaddon and releases the swarm of drones.
BOOM!!! “Captain, we are taking heavy fire from all three targets, shields are failing, we are entering armor!!!!”
Captain Ga’len raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, that was fast, thank you Mr. Hamlin, ensure that your damage control teams remain as safe as possible as they work to contain the damage. Ceres, continue firing all weapons. Mr. Jemelson, come to heading 090, mark 26. Increase speed to full.”
The gang presses on, unleashing volley after volley of turret fire into the abaddon and then, after what seems an eternity, the viewer flashes with a bright light as their prey falls victim to the onslaught
“WELL DONE!!!!”, thunders a voice over the comms. Captain Ceekt is pleased that one of our targets has been dispatched. “Warp scramble the Hyperion and the Raven, Raven is now the primary, lock all weapons and fire!!!”
Ceres gets an evil grin on her face, “Sir, there is a 4th ship here now, a frigate. Shall we dispatch with it quickly?”
“Yes, why not”, Captain Ga’len remarks, “Captain Ceekt, that frigate off your starboard bow, it looks ‘menancing’. Why don’t we take it first?” As soon as the suggestion is made, it seems that the weapons officers for Captains Ga’len and Ceekt took that discussion as an order, for that poor ship did not last long.
“Uh, Captain Ga’len, can we get back to the Hyperion now?”
“Yes Captain Ceekt, I think we can. Let’s finish that dog!!!”, Captain Ga’len yells. “Mr. Jemelson, close distance to that ship!! “Ceres, lock weapons and…oh well…you know what to do!!!”
As the torrent of weapons fire pours into their next victim, the shields, armor and hull quickly evaporate into fireballs and gasses. Space is getting a good feeding today. Their enemies return fire does some damage, but it’s far too late for them.
Three down, one more to go. Captain Ceekt and his gang make short work of the Raven, it lasts almost as long as the frigate lasted. Almost, but the resulting explosion was a sight to see. Not much was left of that ship.
“Well done all!!! Collect the loot and depart from the system immediately. Meet up at m1 Kal in TMP, we will divide up the loot!!!”
Captain Ga’len has a wonderful smile on his face. “Captain Ceekt, acknowledged. See you there!!!”
Thoughts of riches from the full loads in their cargo holds fill the various crews and captains of this gang. They have done well. They have dealt a serious blow to their enemy. They have taken the day.
"There are bold pirates and there are old pirates, but there are few old, bold pirates"
