We might start in a little Velator and in time we learn the score.
We live and die, but provided for. Did you die? Dock up to get one more!
Tempted at the candy store- bigger and bigger ships are what we strive for.
Bigger and bigger as we explore. We’re gonna die but asprit de corps!
Better then flying home in your drawers, we’re limping home in Velators.
Reaper, Impairor and Ibis, the Velator is best in my analysis.
Maybe the choice is just me, Veletor is free for us Gallente.
It’s a tiny ship one might ignore, but where would we be without the Velator?
The Lai Dai Manticore, T2 variant of the Kestrel, was the very first ship in New Eden to spark my desire. The road to satisfying this desire tested a character trait which should turn out to be a necessity for Manticore pilots: patience. As a stealth bomber pilot, you need to remember that your ship is little more than a cloaked ammunition depot, as far as physics is concerned. A volatile system that requires only slight encouragement to severely and suddenly increase its entropy. Boldness and audacity, as desirable and necessary as they are for many tasks, are thus no virtues to the stealth bomber pilot. Instead, be patient, remain vigilant and control your temper.
17 ships glide across the fortizar mooring way.
I paced the viewing casement.
Paused.
Another warp echo, had my ship arrived.
My attention darted to the warp vapor swell.
This ship was different.
It is a vessel of ambition.
Curved and piercing, ready to tear through an adversary.
A bastion in gold, it’s brilliance parts the unending extant.
To navigate my path forward in this region.
This ship is a waypoint of my future.
Behind the hunter a light appears in the dark.
Then another, then lots.
Shining eyes amongst the stars.
The howling begins.
The pack is coming.
The hunter has become the prey.
He turns to flee, but he is surrounded, pulled down and slaughtered by shinning metal teeth and claws.
Mealtime over, the pack moves on.
The howl of engines subsides.
The eyes close.
