The smouldering fires of the station ruins burnt before him, the unwavering eye of the camera drone smoothly flying around the enormous wreckage.
He tried telling himself once that it was all numbers and signals, that whatever went down with that station didn’t exist in his mind.
It was a silly thing to lie to your self about; he had acknowledged that to himself and changed his ways.
He now scanned the wrecks of the things he incinerated and left a tiny little emergency beacon for someone to intercept.
A couple of times, he had returned in covert ops ships to see if this actually did anything, to his surprise the area swarmed with localised rescue efforts, along with those of the professional Sisters of EVE.
If he could have laughed inside the capsule he would have, it really shouldn’t have been amusing, but to him it was.
“The mission reports you forwarded indicate that it was a complete success, the acceleration gate was non-functioning as we predicted, but did you really have to blow up an entire station?”
The digital image of his agent looked really quite annoyed at him, these dealers of death cared more for the paperwork that entailed for doing that more than the lives, it really did make him sick sometimes, until he thought about who actually killed them, then he usually had to have nanobots clean out his pod.
“Yes, the commander threatened me and after I fired a warning shot at him, apparently he thought it was a good idea to deploy station turrets and a few squads of Mercs.”
The Capsuleers digital representation didn’t even move as he said that.
“But a goddamned STATION, are you really that cold?”
A smirk formed on that perfect face, so perfect it could only be the results of cloning.
“Are you?”
“What sort of an answer is th-!”
The capsuleer cut her off before she could finish.
These mission agents where all as bad as each other, they payed better than almost any other form of income in the cluster, bar null-sec pirate bounty hunting, but for most capsuleers, they didn’t want to risk their ships and implanted head in case another one of their kind decided to separate one from the other, and then mash it to pulp just because.
Most people thought of Capsuleers as demons, the harbingers of endless death and destruction throughout the cluster.
Really, that was only the ones who went out killing things, a lot of capsuleers simply mined asteroids and provided the industrial backing for the hundreds of thousands of other Capsuleers in New Eden, no-one really knew they existed, simply because they didn’t go about blowing anything up except that stupid pirate raid into High sec, which generally proves of little measure to most Capsuleer pilots, even the ones straight off the training courses could deal with most of the high sec raiders.
He had done and seen it all, flown his Carrier Class Capitals into Null sec combat, seen the awesome power of a Titan up close and personal, he subconsciously rubbed the back of his head, maybe a little to close he thought to himself.
But really, he preferred the simple life of an Agent runner, the jobs where easy, well easy enough for someone like him, the Marauder class battleships where the best thing since the release of the Dreadnought in his opinion, their sheer brutality made his life so much easier, and their ability to quickly and effectively sort salvage on the move made him even happier.
Really, he thought to himself, I have it too easy with this.
Even the hardest missions, like those where a veritable armada makes it into high sec, and then requires the delicately destructive touch of a professional capsuleer to remove them without a trace didn’t even phase him, the Tachyon lasers from his ship did enough damage to shred a cruiser on one volley, a battlecruiser in two and a battleship in not much more.
It didn’t even make him scared when if, for some strange reason he left his defences down to the point of collapsing, all it took then was a careful application of a quick drug injection and burst of extra power to his repair modules and he was back to where he needed to be, he didn’t like drugs but they definitely had their use, especially the powerful refined ones, generally only available to Capsuleers.
Chuckling inside his head, he turned over the next couple of mission offers, an illegal convoy of something was in the way, and for some stupid reason the agent needed water.
Water he thought to himself, looking down at the planet below him with a shake of his head, the planet was a water based planet, a few major continents but mostly H2O.
Instantly declining that mission in favour of something, even a little more exciting,
he was rewarded by being told that a few hundred thousand m3 of secure items needed to be shifted a few jumps, in disgust he told the agent to hold on that one so he could get back to her.
These stupid agents got angry at you if you told them to shove it more than once every few hours, they really where far too precious.
Accepting the death dealing mission he threw his ship into a violent spin, enjoying the synthetic feel of G-forces on his body, he knew his pod was completely insulated from them, but he had the feeling mimicked, mostly for his enjoyment.
Slamming the drives into warp he screamed off to his next conflict, and the millions dead it would leave in his wake, all with a cackling laugh.
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