Fiction Friday: Old Times 2.1

Sorry for the lack of updates on this storyline, real life work has been crazy but its starting to recover now. Enjoy!

Previously:
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1.3
1.4

2.0
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"Thanks again, Seven. I really appreciate this."

"Don't mention it. Seriously. To anyone." 

I laughed and disconnected the convo as my ship aligned and entered the warp tunnel. I was keeping myself busy reorganizing my new intel and alliance and coalition channels, and chatting idly in my new corporation. I wasn't planning on staying long but I also didn't want to raise any suspicions too quickly so I had to act like I was actually gearing up to move my assets into their null sec space.

I landed at another gate, this one empty as well. Null sec was so empty. I artificial singularity pulled me in and threw me across light years in a flash. As I regained control of my senses I picked up the new stargate's local feed and saw one blue contact. I sent an acknowledgement and aligned to the next gate.

My Dramiel frigate aligned and warped so fast it was like being in a shuttle. A very dangerous shuttle. It may have lacked any serious defensive capabilities but it was dual propped; that is to say, sported both a high end afterburner and microwarp drive. Coupled with my special implants it meant I could go really fast with a small hard-to-hit signature, or super-fast and unable to be caught. It was a good ship for null sec when you didn't want a fight and this time, I was looking for no trouble.

Of course, that only meant trouble would find me.