Blog Articles in Category “Crossfire”

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Preparation
Here I’m now. After hard working days with farming criminals, taking part on such helpful events like Nomad Hunt or the daily Tour through the Universe,
smuggling BMG‘s, rescue the president and collecting secret discs I was able to finished my VHF with the best equipment I could found.

Sure, not all of the expensive stuff was needed but at the end helpful in some way. I tried many of the nice fighter which can found in Sirius or Altair and choose the Iguana because
it’s a small ship and I had the feeling that I get not so much hits especially during that Dervon adventure were I was surrounded by these f* drones.

Without my super Advanced Hydroxin Thruster I would have been lost for sure. Thanks Ainu Depot for selling such helpful equipment. Yes, it’s damn expensive but worth every credit.
My setup for now is:

The second Missile Launcher could be also an Cataclysm Missile Launcher which double the amount of missiles…but I was thinking “If you hit then with the

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Ajay's Story 2.0. Ragnarock-n-roll Part II

Usually I start my stories from long prelude of me waking up, moping around for a few lines of text and only then placing myself into my pilot seat, taking off from whichever station sheltered me on this time to continue my flight.
But today I decided to say "Flak that" and cut right into the moment where Stranger is flying through the Dom'Kavash tradelane from Mirtrak Battle Station to Ryssk jumpgate, where my comrade awaits me to embark onto an Inner Core raid. I was pretty much chill, considering that I had another quite intense raid yesterday, but this one still promised to be interesting.
As I already mentioned in my previous entry, one of my pen pals from around is a Galaxy Ranger known as AZ09. Since the events of the said entry, he found out that he enjoys the destructive power of a railgun mounted on The Historian, his Ragnarok gunboat. His solo actions have already claimed a number of alien capital ships, and I decided to accompany

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Ajay's Story 2.0: Ragnarock-n-roll[1]

I am sure everyone knows Galaxy Rangers, but not everyone knows who exactly they are. A secret order of galactic guardians answering to Orillion directly, or something along the lines of political officers appointed among the members of the clans, or both at the same time - I did not really want to know. Of course, my own complicated position is making me not the right person to speak about it.
So when I noticed that one of my pen friends - known by his callsign, AZ09 - was elected as a GR of the Dark Phoenix clan, my reaction was more than my usual "huh". I kept that in mind for quite a while, until I've got a message from him, stating, that he is heading to the Inner Core with his Ragnarok.
I am sure that if any of the readers know Galaxy Rangers, they know the Ragnarok too. Combining the best traits of a Fighter and a Gunboat, Ragnarok is extremely fast and can dish out incredible amounts of damage with its Railgun. Needless to say it's turn

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Ajay's Story 2.0: Lost And Found Paradise.
WARNING: SPOILERS

Let's be honest, I am not really fit for military. Though since originally I was a dispatcher, that is somewhat justified - the job did not require any great strength, toughness or sharp eyesight. The contrast with the Drop Troops sergeant Flyagin brought with himself to the meeting brought it up.
-Oh, greetings, Ajay - Flyagin greeted me and gestured me to take a seat. I complied and he continued. - Senior Sergeant Margelov[1] and his men have been commanded here for a capture operation, deep within the Nomad space.
-Let me guess. That Lost Paradise cargo operation brought some results? - I asked.
-It did - my CO nodded and took a sip from his tea cup, then continued. - We have found a number of fugitives that opted to move there and try to get their hands on the cargo. Unluckily for them, it was a trap.
-You need to deliver my men there. One of platforms on the surface. You drop us, we do the rest. - Drop trooped added. - I

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Ajay's Story 2.0: And Again I Stand.

You are probably used to me starting my entry on me laying on my bed in my ship's cargo hold and reading some sort of Warhammer 40k literature.
This one was NOT the case, for I was sitting in my room aboard K-719 and tuning my simpod. Even though Canteen has taken the "Stranger" away again for some sort of maintenance, so I was left on the ship that served as his HQ, and people from here had to deal with my presence (which usually spelled heavy metal and rock being played in my room for most of my waking time).

And again I stand, with a truth I couldn't bare: I'm grounded AGAIN and instead of being grounded on my home planet (you can call it industrial hell for all I care, it's an industrial heaven for me) I am locked away in rooms and routines of a big freaking battleship.[1]
Flyagin's response to the question "so what the bloody flying rocket propelled wire guided optically tracked tube launched flak am I supposed to do?" was "You'll find

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Ajay's Story: Armed Trust

Mirtrak Battle Station, Weth.
Stagnation does people no good. But fighter craft suffer it even worse. If "Stranger" had a sentient AI, you could've asked it. But if my ship had a sentient AI, it would have vented me into open space soon after I got addicted to Inner Core fighting, for putting the poor old heavy fighter's hull through hell several times - or for sitting at one base for weeks straight.
Of course, since I did not want my ship failing me, I needed to do maintenance more often than usual. So when Flyagin's message flashed up on my personal console, I was running diagnostics of the ship's engine block. Since it's a zone close to a ship's fusion reactor and a zone that regularly is in contact with high levels of space radiation - among other things - I was wearing an exoprotection space suit. When I was done with checking out the engines, removed the suit and took a decontamination shower (just in case), Canteen was busy trying to melt my console

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Ajay's Story - Big Game Hunting.

I was having a rather pleasant (if lonely - though most of my afternoons are lonely) afternoon, laying on my bed and reading, when I got a call on my personal console. What surprised me was that it was Flyagin inviting me into a conference. It was surprising since conference mode is used when three or more people need to have a common chat. Most of the times Flyagin called me, it was usually a two-person conversation.
I pressed "Join" and activated the comlink.
Besides me and Canteen, there was one more conversation partner.
-Greetings, Comrade Second Rate Captain - I greeted the said partner, Natalia Kameneva, and then spoke to my CO. - Hi, Canteen.
I heard a chuckle from Flyagin and a formal greeting from Kameneva.
-Ajay, we've got a mission for you - my CO said.
-I have read your report of the Great Doms began using gunboats as a part of their fighter patrols - Kameneva continued. - Our interest in this class of the ship has been piqued. These escort

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