Well, in response to Mr Kronsteen, that other trainee was me, and I was little to no help with the attacking Templar save as an annoyance to him and another guy to shoot at, it was Phate's insanely well placed neuclear mine that sent him the way of the dinosaur.
Apologies for not having been active recently, but after a nasty scrap with my formerly mentioned intelligence targets, I acidentally inhaled several liters of my own plasma coolant, the medical ward only recently released me. //OOC translation, start of school term has been rough, but Im back up to steam now
Before the mine victory, Phate requested my services as escort pilot on a slave/cardamine run between Beaumont and Malta. Aside from one time, the Barracudas and Hammerheads never caught up with us, and the one time they did we pasted them to their own cockpit glass with minimal loss of shields.
During the part of the run through California, Dexter Smythe was with us, but he was hotly pursued by KoF and DW forces who started their inane babble //OOC; and rule mongering. ulgh
After some verbal banter and mania insults, Phate and I escaped to Cortez.
// OOC; Showing excellent honor and superb character Dexter consented to log off despite the fact that he was not obligated to (since he had not actually engaged in PvP nor had they gotten him), in order to avoid a nasty OORP confrontation.
Phate's run was succesful, and after as you've heard, dispatching those two enemies, he headed off to Mactan while I joined Kronsteen in fishing the lanes, but I found myself in need of a meal and rest before we caught anything.
Judging by what I saw and heard of what went on before I was released from the medbay, it was an extreemly productive and all around good day for the Hackers!
Now that I know a route I shall be taking my smuggling ship on runs to increase both my funds and the overall Lane Hacker funds.
Long live the Hackers, death to corporate weenies!
...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to several friends of mine, they like to keep a fixed distance from me most of the time, and they have a tendancy to spin and gyrate on multi-directional mounts faster than you can compensate for. They disgorge 75 isojoules of subatomic disruptive destructive energy. Fear the tachyon cannons"