A low security system inhabited by the low security pilots and unwary explorers. He jumped in. No one seemed to be around. A quick look through the asteroid belts and deal some damage to the Serpentis pirates that always floated through them. Shouldn't be any trouble for his cruiser. A Gallente drone ship, the Navy Vexor was a cruiser to be reckoned with in the hands of an experienced pilot. First few belts he tried were empty, where were they all hiding he wondered. Suddenly a Caracal warped in beside him. A Caldari missile cruiser could hurt if it was well piloted but he had plenty of faith in his own ships capability to take it down with sustaining too much damage. He started to lock the newcomer, wanting more time shooting than the new arrival.
He pictured her then, smiling in her nursing uniform as she left the hospital.
"You shouldn't have..."
No he probably shouldn't. She hated flowers at work, but she'd been down recently and they seemed to have done the trick. Trying to scowl at him but failing and giggling instead. She took his hand as they went to the car.
"Come on then let's go"
He activated the warp disruptor and webifier. This one wasn't going anywhere.
"Shhh. Kids are asleep"
Opening the door to him in the early hours, looking gorgeous in comfortable jeans and a sweater. Or maybe that was looking comfortable in gorgeous...
"Let's try not to wake them then..."
Takes her in his arms and feels his heart race.
He launches drones. Five Hammerhead II's appear and circle his ship playfully. Activates the directional, nothing else on scans. Nothing but these two in a private embrace. Activates the blasters. Drones swarm around the Caracal following his inference. The shields start to come apart on the target ship as it launches missiles at one of his drones. It gets scooped protectively before being relaunched and redirected at the offender. Now his own ship starts to take hits from the Caracal's missiles. Too little, too late. With the Caracal's shields down it won't last long now he knows. Only a little shield damage that was easier than expected he thinks as chunks of armour and hull are wrenched by drone and blaster fire. His heart rate settles a little as he checks the scans again for incoming hostiles and sees a clear screen. The pilot leaves the system in his pod. Arth pictures him getting out and hitting the nearest bar, maybe going down to a planet for a while. He's hopes that guy will make some use of his time with other people doing other normal stuff again for a bit. What did normal people do down there anymore anyways? He studies the wreckage ahead of him in the belt. 'Find someone.' he whispers softly.
He activates the scanner again...
