Peace & Quiet

I brought my anathema to a halt ten kilometers from the wormhole and watched as the rest of the fleet began to pour through. The system was scanned, we were the only group around, but I still felt vulnerable as I briefly dropped my cloak. I jettisoned the container of bookmarks, the can clearing my jettison tubes just as my microwarp drive flared into activity.

Moments later I was again safely under the veil of my cloaking device, in warp to my monitoring post while the rest of the team decided which of the locations to explore first.

“Aura, give me a readout of the system properties,” I sighed as the results were posted into my attention buffer. 24 AU in diameter, far too big to monitor with my onboard scanner.

The cloak pulsed, the fragile hull shimmering into visibility for a brief moment, expelling a probe and then vanishing again. Melting into the alien sky.

“Move that probe on top of the raiding group, tightest scan diameter and give me a ping,” I sat back and waited the several seconds for the scan to complete. 4 ships registered, only the ones that belonged there.

“Scanning complete.”

“Good Aura, set the system to ignore those signatures, set the probe on a 64AU wide scan and pull it back out of the system, off axis,” I watched the scanner as the combat probe warped off into the interstellar void. A few moments later the probe came online, nearly 40AU from any marked location in system but still close enough to scan everything important.

“Excellent ping that every few seconds and wake me up if the scan comes up as anything but clean,” I checked the locations of my other probes, “and move the offline combat probes out there as well, keeping formation.”

“Yes Madame, probes in transit” came the reply seconds later.

I kept the system scanner, and comms in my attention, but forgot the rest of the ship systems to free up cortical memory. It would take a few seconds to have remembered if I needed to perform any serious maneuvers, but my ship had no weapons and no chance of being located.

I relaxed in my pod harness, took full control of the camera drones and set about enjoying the view.

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About Ghenna

An exiled amarrian noble and ex-imperial capsuleer coping with the psychological trauma of experiencing her own death and acclimation to her new home in the Gallente Federation. Ghenna maintains a publicly accessible archive of her aura-log impressions for therapeutic purposes. She currently resides in the Gallente-Caldari warzone, where she serves the Gallente Militia.