Sera Kestrel had lived a dozen lives, thanks to the miraculous technology of cloning, but her favorite was as a Guristas pirate. From her cockpit, she commanded the “Audacity,” a fearsome Guristas cruiser, customized to the teeth with contraband weaponry and stolen tech. If you asked her, she’d say it was a perfect ship for her line of work: fast, durable, and packin’ a serious punch.
Sera relished the freedom piracy afforded her—a stark contrast to the rigid hierarchies of the Caldari State she had abandoned years ago. Now, she was a legend among the Guristas, not only for her daring raids but also for her smuggling ventures. In the shadowy underworld of New Eden, her name was whispered with a mix of fear and admiration.
Her comms crackled to life. It was Jiro, her second-in-command. “Sera, intel reports a CONCORD convoy carrying valuable cargo through the Y-2ANO system. It’s lightly guarded. A prime target.”
Sera’s eyes gleamed. “Prep the fleet. And let’s make this quick. We’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
Within minutes, the Audacity and a handful of Guristas cruisers and battlecruisers warped into Y-2ANO, right into the path of the approaching CONCORD convoy. The audacity of attacking CONCORD in their own backyard was not lost on Sera; it was the sort of brash move that made her infamous.
As they landed out of warp, Sera commanded, “Lock targets, and be ready to unleash hell on my mark.”
She assessed the enemy fleet. It was small, but CONCORD was known for their highly advanced technology. A series of calculations ran through her mind, weighed against the raw power of her fleet and her intimate knowledge of Guristas tactics.
“Now!” she shouted.
Space erupted into chaos. Torpedoes blazed through the void, energy pulses sizzled across dark matter, and shields flickered under the stress of the onslaught. The CONCORD ships scrambled, launching their own countermeasures and returning fire with lethal precision.
But the Audacity held strong, its shields absorbing the brunt of the energy beams. Sera skillfully weaved through the barrage, dodging volleys of autocannon fire as her crew unleashed a second wave of torpedoes.
“Jiro, take your battlecruisers and flank them on the right. Let’s end this!”
The Guristas battlecruisers warped to a calculated point, appearing at the enemy’s vulnerable flank. It was a classic pincer movement, one that Sera had executed flawlessly countless times. Caught off guard, the CONCORD ships faltered, their formations breaking apart.
Seizing the moment, Sera targeted the CONCORD flagship and unleashed the Audacity’s powerful warp scrambler. Disabled and unable to escape, the enemy flagship was a sitting duck. Guristas missiles found their mark, and the once-mighty CONCORD ship erupted into a ball of incandescent flame.
The rest of the enemy fleet, disoriented and demoralized, quickly fell apart. It was a resounding victory for Sera and her Guristas comrades. They looted the valuable cargo and left the battlefield, their laughter and cheers echoing through the comms.
But as she set course back to their hidden base, Sera couldn’t shake off a nagging thought. CONCORD was not one to take humiliation lightly. They would be back, stronger and more vengeful. But let them come, she mused; the Guristas thrived in the face of danger.
As the Audacity cruised through warp space, Sera looked out at the swirling vortex of colors. She felt a momentary sense of tranquility amidst the infinite chaos of New Eden.
“Let them hunt me,” she whispered to herself. “They’ll soon realize that I’m the predator, and they’re the prey.”
For in the brutal, unyielding galaxy that was New Eden, it was audacity, more than anything, that separated the predators from the prey. And as both a pirate and a Gurista, Sera Kestrel had audacity in spades.