money making

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So, i've found that life based soley on pirating and yarrage is well, one of immence poverty for me. so i've enlisted the help of my on call gypsy hauler to become a gypsy trader. the opperation is starting out small. just to get my feet wet. He learns quick, the money has started rolling in. with the help of a guide put together by prisen. It was published in the eve tribune, over several issues which I had to trash dive to get. as I had tossed them out dismising them in all my yarr i'm a pirate glory. In a few more days the gypsy should have enough skill to shave down alot of the costs of running the trade buisness. but still i wonder, who to target? missioners? Belt ratters? *shudders* miners?
The thought both chills and excites me to the core, If the blind man and I can get the care bears into doing what they do in the same places I do what I do.. kill mail city.

the hooker and the gypsie part II

Later that night as he sat in the gypsy rose, with the blind hauler, who was deeply immersed in his trading type care bear activity's the neo-com flashed
"I'm ready" came the message across the screen, followed by the location in the station. he tapped the hauler to let him know to keep the engines warm, and headed out. As he walked through the halls of the Brutor tribe treasury in Rens he was sure to keep the hood up on his cheap cloak lest he be caught. The Minmatar are quite unpleasent to outlaws in their station.

After about what seemed like hours of ducking patrols and doubling back to shake any tails he arrived at a plain steel bulk head with a single red light above it, it was on she was indeed ready. Slowly sliding the door open, he slipped in quietly. With a flick of his wrist he loosed the gas spray from his belt and slowly proceded to the next room, the woman was indeed keeping the man distracted rather well to say the least, for he hardly noticed the gas gun coming over his shoulder. With a squeeze of his finger they both were out soundly.

A small twinge of dismay came over him as he thought about what would happen to the poor slob, but it quickly passed when he remembered the faction pilot had been foolish enough to let himself get caught, literaly with his pants down. He chuckled as he flipped the com unit open.
"got him" he said. A distinctly Ammaarian voice on the other end sounded pleased. He watched as the aggreed sum was deposited into his personal wallet, at which he gathered the belongings of the faction pilot in a sack, left a scrit on the end table for the passed out hooker, and got out before transmitting the coordinates to the Ammarian. He could only imagine the joy that his employer would get if he captured a known outlaw and a faction dog in one scoop. He was'nt going to let that happen.

A short time later he was back at the hanger with the blind gypsy hauler still imersed in his trades,
"time to go" he hollered as he headed for the smugglers compartment, the engines on the Badger fired back up and within moments they were on their way out of Rens and back home. This trip he had somthing better to do than stare at the walls of the darkened smugglers compartment.

As he sacked the Faction pilots pockets a look of sheer joy crossed his face. In addition to the shiny Faction wings to hang on his wall with the rest of his collection, the fool was stupid enough to bring his newly aquired pilots licence extention to the house of ill repute with him. Quickly he flipped open his com and started to find a buyer.

the hooker and the gypsy part I

It was cold in the darkened smugglers cavity on board the Gypsy rose, "no way for a renowned pirate to travel" he thought to himself as the hours ticked by.
"were almost there stay low and I'll open the hatches when we are in the station, oh and I sent word ahead to her like you asked." the tinny voice of the blind hauler he employed came over the comm. how the man ever managed to fly he'd never know.
As the ramp came down on the Badger II he could see her standing there, nothing on her face even remotely gave him the idea that she was happy to see him. He'd picked a great day to quit smoking.
"You could have sent word" the woman remarked. If he cared either way on the issue he surely did not show.
"What have you got for me" he remarked rather distractedly admiring the fine form of the woman. She was, or would appear to be out of place for her work. medium height a little heavier than most. she was however the best at what she did.
"Two lined up for tonight, with heavy wallets and shiny faction wings on their crumpled uniforms" the woman remarked with a smile.
"Good, go and get the marks. I'll hear from you when you're ready" he watched as she turned with a scowl and walked from the hangar bay, leaving him once again with the blind gypsie hauler................

the bounty of Gulmorogod

The neo-coms have been busy the last couple of days. and the wreckage is adding up two tech II ships here also we were able with the help of our master social engineers to get a hurricane and a typhoon. new pilots are fun. Of course there are many out there that would say the same thing of me, given my seven rifter losses in a row. I havent had any problems with it since lily helped me and my hanger manager re-calibrate the orbital position systems to a range that is'nt suicide.

the pitfalls of mean drone boats

Today I had a novel thought, I'll up my solo kills. Sounds easy enough right, or so I thought. I did my usual roll out of bed, smoke and a coffee I flipped on the master power switch in Mosquito and she came to life. I was greeted by Aura with the usual "Fire alert on the bridge" warning I silenced the alarm and pulled up the local sub light channel to see who was out there. There was'nt much. So still in my pj's I set my coffee in the cheap plastic cup holder that was so prized, after getting the undock clearances I went out to have a look around. The scanner beeped, nearly spilling my coffee I saw an arbitrator, in a belt of all places!. Juicy I thought as i aligned to the belt and set down my now gone coffee at the same time. When I landed I quickly locked him down and fliped on my scrambler and webifier, and opend the taps on my auto cannons to let him have it. There was no responce for a second or two. What could he be doing? afk? easy kill I thought. Just then through my view port I saw them swing open. Drones! how could I have been so stupid? I mashed my afterburner into life, and targeted my first drone a warrior II. Ok I thought, I'll just burn around him taking his drones out than get back to the buisness at hand of melting his ship. How wrong i was, The drones burned quickly through my shields and a quarter of the way through my armor before I switched on the repairer and my damage control "The capacitor is empty" auras always calm voice rang from the control panel. Dammit I'd forgotten my nos! as the fire sprung up from my prized rifter Mosquito I set the nav computer in my pod to the nearest planet and waited for the violent ejection. The hull folded like it was made of paper and my pod lurched into warp off to the planet, I'm gonna miss that cup holder.