Post by brucethebruce on Mar 17, 2012 22:10:26 GMT -5
Bruce the Bruce the XVIII : Crazy difficulty, House Thulun sponsored Pirate, Level 41 Eternal Paragon VI. Fyling in an Omega Cruiser in the year 336.40AE...
After picking up a couple new contracts with Steel Song, Bruce the Bruce XVIII and crew left on what seemed like another routine trip. The crew was maxed at 180, and his health was at 10. Everything was good. After a couple encounters that were ignored, an Independent pirate vessel advanced on them to engage in battle. Having done this a couple hundred times already, Bruce quickly advanced to board the enemy ship. The crew of the Omega Cruiser III began fight number 177, not realizing it would be their last...
As soon as hand-to-hand combat began, one of the cowardly independents managed to get a good hit on Bruce and he was unlucky enough to take a direct hit from a plasma cutter. Then a frag-grenade exploded catching him in mid-leg. At the same time, the explosion from the frag-grenade damaged the ship, and a bulkhead fell, crushing Bruce under it's weight. Trapped under the bulkhead, another frag-grenade exploded ripping into Bruce's flesh. Then another frag-grenade went off near him, and then another!
Some of the crew rushed over to help get the bulkhead off of him. Badly wounded and bleeding, Bruce struggled to get back to his feat, trying to shake off the fact more than half his health was already gone. He looked around and he saw that his crew still outnumbered the Independents 2 to 1 and victory was still their's to be had.
Bruce saw the enemy captain and pushed his way through the fight to engage him in battle. Their plasma swords flashed and sparked as they began their fight to the death. Still weak from his injuries earlier in the battle, the enemy captain caught him off gaurd and ran Bruce through with his plasma lance. Bruce tried desperately to fight back, but the cowardly independent ran Bruce through with his lance again.
Just then another grenade went off and blew a hole in the side of the ship. Bruce was exposed to the hard vacuum and he lost his footing. Falling to his knees, his vision blurred and he coughed up blood. He didn't know it, but he was down to 1 health and the end was near...
Bruce the Bruce the XVIII's life and travels flashed in front of his eyes. He remembered all of the 176 hostile encounters he had, losing 3 in his early days as a young captin. The 286 contracts he did, failing only 13 and letting only 7 expire. The 9 terrible mutinies he had on board the 9 different vessels he had owned. (He never once bribed the mutineers. He always fought them, killing the ringleaders until the rest of the crew fell back in line.) He was proud of the fact he had never been arrested or imprisoned, and never had any of his vessels searched. (He was crafty as pirates get, knowing who to avoid and who to acknowledge.) He had a negative rep of over 1000 with Clan Javat and Syndicate Rychart. They considered him a criminal mastermind of the worst kind. But he knew how to play the factions, and was a high ranking officer with not only House Thulun but also Steel Song, Cadar and De Valtos. They all considered him a legendary hero. Knowing how not to make factions mad, he avoided encounters 1,788 times. When he knew he could get away with it, he was ruthless, destroying enemy ships with all hands 234 times even after victory was secured. He conscripted 284 crews that were already signed with another captain, and stole goods 285 from fellow star traders... Bruce remembered all the enemies he killed and the spaceships he blew up, killing the captured defeated crew along with the ships. Death and destruction had been his life; pillaging and terrorizing known space. He knew he was a criminal mastermind of the worst kind. He ruled his crew with an iron fist and although he was successful, he was not by any means of the word a good person. He was a Pirate after all and that was the life he lived...
Bruce noticed the enemy captain standing over him. At the end of his outstretched arm, a plasma sword was struck through the center of Bruce's heart. Bruce looked up at him and smiled. Peace was to be his at last.
After picking up a couple new contracts with Steel Song, Bruce the Bruce XVIII and crew left on what seemed like another routine trip. The crew was maxed at 180, and his health was at 10. Everything was good. After a couple encounters that were ignored, an Independent pirate vessel advanced on them to engage in battle. Having done this a couple hundred times already, Bruce quickly advanced to board the enemy ship. The crew of the Omega Cruiser III began fight number 177, not realizing it would be their last...
As soon as hand-to-hand combat began, one of the cowardly independents managed to get a good hit on Bruce and he was unlucky enough to take a direct hit from a plasma cutter. Then a frag-grenade exploded catching him in mid-leg. At the same time, the explosion from the frag-grenade damaged the ship, and a bulkhead fell, crushing Bruce under it's weight. Trapped under the bulkhead, another frag-grenade exploded ripping into Bruce's flesh. Then another frag-grenade went off near him, and then another!
Some of the crew rushed over to help get the bulkhead off of him. Badly wounded and bleeding, Bruce struggled to get back to his feat, trying to shake off the fact more than half his health was already gone. He looked around and he saw that his crew still outnumbered the Independents 2 to 1 and victory was still their's to be had.
Bruce saw the enemy captain and pushed his way through the fight to engage him in battle. Their plasma swords flashed and sparked as they began their fight to the death. Still weak from his injuries earlier in the battle, the enemy captain caught him off gaurd and ran Bruce through with his plasma lance. Bruce tried desperately to fight back, but the cowardly independent ran Bruce through with his lance again.
Just then another grenade went off and blew a hole in the side of the ship. Bruce was exposed to the hard vacuum and he lost his footing. Falling to his knees, his vision blurred and he coughed up blood. He didn't know it, but he was down to 1 health and the end was near...
Bruce the Bruce the XVIII's life and travels flashed in front of his eyes. He remembered all of the 176 hostile encounters he had, losing 3 in his early days as a young captin. The 286 contracts he did, failing only 13 and letting only 7 expire. The 9 terrible mutinies he had on board the 9 different vessels he had owned. (He never once bribed the mutineers. He always fought them, killing the ringleaders until the rest of the crew fell back in line.) He was proud of the fact he had never been arrested or imprisoned, and never had any of his vessels searched. (He was crafty as pirates get, knowing who to avoid and who to acknowledge.) He had a negative rep of over 1000 with Clan Javat and Syndicate Rychart. They considered him a criminal mastermind of the worst kind. But he knew how to play the factions, and was a high ranking officer with not only House Thulun but also Steel Song, Cadar and De Valtos. They all considered him a legendary hero. Knowing how not to make factions mad, he avoided encounters 1,788 times. When he knew he could get away with it, he was ruthless, destroying enemy ships with all hands 234 times even after victory was secured. He conscripted 284 crews that were already signed with another captain, and stole goods 285 from fellow star traders... Bruce remembered all the enemies he killed and the spaceships he blew up, killing the captured defeated crew along with the ships. Death and destruction had been his life; pillaging and terrorizing known space. He knew he was a criminal mastermind of the worst kind. He ruled his crew with an iron fist and although he was successful, he was not by any means of the word a good person. He was a Pirate after all and that was the life he lived...
Bruce noticed the enemy captain standing over him. At the end of his outstretched arm, a plasma sword was struck through the center of Bruce's heart. Bruce looked up at him and smiled. Peace was to be his at last.
