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Joining the Nation - Part 2

The interceptor slid through the vacuum, little more than splinters of gold against the background of rocks and cold, empty space. As the warp bubble collapsed all around and the lesser emptiness of normal space returned, Silver pulled the ship down on a course through the heart of the formation below. Primed weapons firing as fast as lock is achieved, and just like that the first Sansha frigate disappeared. Two more blooms of light, and the Crusader slipped between the 2 remaining ships, their spikes reaching in from each side as the MWD roared and he shot between them. These last two were Phantasms - cruisers of the Nation, and Silver deactivated the Microwarp as he settled into a comfortable orbit around the first of them, staccato rhythm of the pulse lasers against its shield soothing, speaking of the inevitable outcome. As the laser fire from the cruisers futilely turned asteroid dust into plasma on every side, and the sleek interceptor's bursts began peeling away layers of composite armor in vaporous clouds, Silver reflected.

It had been a week since he left the Zainou station. Returning to ICT's primary non-capital shipyards in Amarr space, he had hoped for time to think through what he hoped to do now. Unfortunately, as a Director, he hardly had a moment's peace. So, the ICTS Slicer had come out of storage and here he was. She wasn't the best ship for destroying pirates, most times. However, she fit the bill for this outing: fast, no crew, and the fights were at least a little less one sided. 3 days of eliminating True Slaves with no dock time. Three days and no closer to a decision. No more serving the empires, no more killing to sloppily patch the State's petty mistakes. What did that leave? Killing for CONCORD was hardly better, though at least with True Slaves it was more a mercy. Mining? Certainly not an effective use of abilities.

The blossoming of the first cruiser's reactor into space jerked him out of the same dead-ends he had butted against all week, and he turned his attention to the sole remaining Nation ship. She looked old, very old. Repairs and patches, one atop another, gave much of the armored skin a mottled look, as if dappled by an unseen sun through unseen trees. One of the forward sensor masts was actually broken off, the stub giving the impression of a broken nosed old fighter. Given his small cargo hold, salvaging anything from the wreckage of the ships he destroyed hadn't been practical for the most part. This one though... An interesting story perhaps, a diversion. The first flickers began punching through shields, to annihilate the sorely pressed nanobots trying to hold the ancient ship together, and Silver resolved that he would know this ship's story.

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