"BOMB INCOMING!" she screamed as she jolted awake. "Wait, calm down girl, its just another flashback."
Motoko stepped out of the clone vat and waved at the operators as she headed for the door. An automated shuttle would be waiting to take her to her private quarters.
"Damn that bomber," she muttered briefly, remembering the battle when an overzealous friendly slung a bomb at a Rooks and Kings fleet. Motoko had been in her Firetail trying to spread points. The resulting explosion had hit so close that it destroyed her ship and pod in one go.
"Well time to go home and reship."
Motoko started fiddling on the holoscreen ordering a ship and new modules for her planned return to the Wormhole, she had received intel that there was an opening linking deep behind the borders of Solar Empire space in their renter territory and had planned to hunt miners not paying attention to their scanner.
“You sure they are alone?”
“For the hundredth time yes!” Shark snapped back, “They are the only other people in local, there is no logi on the other side of any of the gates and no other corp members within 10 jumps. Now are you ready for the warp formula or not?”
“Ok sorry, sorry, I’m just a little stressed. This is nothing like Nullsec, I have a billion ISK plugged into my skull, this is my most expensive Proteus to date and this guy supposedly just wants to serve us 4 Navy Battlecruisers for dinner? I have this nagging feeling that he has something up his sleeve and if shit hits the fan you can’t do anything to help.”
“Look its 2 Brutixes a Harbinger and a Hurricane, all military, you and Cyran can do this. Now, what are your orders?”
Motoko took a moment to assess the situation. The targets knew her combat history as well as Cyran’s and were openly challenging us to a fight in something that didn’t have much of a chance of winning. Why would they do this? Was there neutral logi sitting in system somewhere or a backup fleet 2 jumps out? There was just too much about this that didn’t seem right.
“Cyran is not going to be happy about this.”
Motoko was in quite the bind. Jammed and webbed, being pounded on by a Kronos and a Devoter, she had no apparent way out.
“Why do I always put myself in these situations?” She asked herself as she sat back for the long grind her adversaries had before her Proteus succumbed to the onslaught. Sure, she could get it over with with a simple self destruct order, but Motoko was never one to hand out kills that easily. No, they were going to earn her lossmail.
* * *
It started out easily enough. She unplugged from her access port in her captain’s quarters causing her to register on the in-station guest list since she was no longer working for the mega corp. Normally, she would have only a short wait before her team would be unplugging and ready to hunt, but not this time. Her shift hours had recently changed and she was off a full 2 hours earlier with nothing to do but kill time.