CLEAR COMMS CLEAR COMMS
>>CLEAR COMMS CLEAR COMMS
You're instantly focused. You've literally been sitting here for an hour listening to ****** music and your fleet mates complain about the presidential debate, but that all stopped.
>>We're making a run. Align to the broadcasted signature.
You move with practiced precision. Your ship humms to life as you see the sig slide into view outside your canopy. You feel the slight vibration coming through your ship as your Wing Commander pulls you with him into warp to your destination.
As you land, you can see a slight shimmer out in space. Probably a fleet mate landing a little bit slow... Cloaked ships aren't completely invisible you know...
>> Okay, we have a three second window after we drop. I want you to decloak, release, and I'll engage the rewarp. Understood?
There was a collection of acknowledgements.
>> Check your systems, window opens in two minutes.
You run through your inventory, making sure there were counter measures in place just in case. You make sure that your primary loading bay is all green... You wouldn't want that thermonuclear payload going off early or anything.
Hands start shaking as your're counting down the seconds in your head. You check your main hardpoints, all torpedoes loaded. You shouldn't have to use them, but there's always a chance.
>> 20 Seconds Kids. Align to new point, this is the drop.
You initiate your running sequence and can feel the belly of your ship slide away through the cockpit floor. Your HUD on your visor shows your payload, nearly as long as your ship, being lowered into position just inside of your shields.
>>Clear for run, Primary is Dominix of G - A - D, that's Dominix of G - A - D
This guy's about to have a bad day.
You feel the tug as you're pulled once again by the Wing Commander into warp, your hands hovering over your controls.
The warp bubble breaks into utter chaos. Huge husks of ships are strewn about at the feet of a massive station in orbit above a gas giant. Your HUD is filled with signatures of combating ships and the smaller signatures of pods...But this is all processed in your mind in milliseconds.
Your hand snaps over to your local comms and yanks the volume down as you're momentarily distracted by the bombardment of radio chatter.
Your hands work your controls as your eyes move to the very unlucky Dominix Battleship that's hidden behind a protective cloud of smaller defensive craft.
It's pretty huge... About a hundred times bigger than your Stealth Bomber.
You mash your decloak command. Maintaining maximum speed. You watch as other stealth bombers such as yourself materialize on the battlefield to either side of you, having already aligned just as you had.
>> PAYLOAD AWAY -- PAYLOAD AWAY
You feel your ship shake as the massive payload that was moved into firing position under your feet is released and its primary ignition is engaged.
Plumes of smoke create lines of death heading straight towards the wall of exceedingly surprised, and soon to be extinct, ships.
Before your payload hits its target, and only just three seconds after dropping into the heat of combat --
You feel that familiar tug as your Wing Commander pulls you back into warp and into the safety net of slip space.
Your HUD explodes with data as you get reports from the detonations of your run.
Dropping out of warp, you find yourself safely just outside of a staging area for the ongoing battle.
>> Load up EMP. We run again in 10 Minutes.
You begin the loading process of another bomb and begin another diagnostics check.
You have things to kill. You're a glass cannon that turns the tide of an entire engagement, station grind, or skirmish. You're scary as hell, and you know it.
You're a Stealth Bomber pilot in EVE Online.
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Come be a Space Cowboy.
Plus you get to blow things up.... I mean I get to blow you up...and that's cool.
I swear I'm not being paid to advertise this game...I just freaking love it want to share it with other people...
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