Rupture

So I was in the market anyway for a Rupture, since I blew up my old Rifter on a mission, and this guy assured me it had been in spacedock almost always, as the ship originally had belonged to his old grandmother who had died recently and as he flew Hurricane, he really had no use for it.
So we bartered a bit, weighted pro's and con's ands in the end wound up in a bar in the lowest part of the station to discuss progress and loss of true identity due to modernisation and spaceflight, in the morning I woke in his bed, did the walk of shame and after a quick shower went to check out my new find. As you would know it, on closer examination I found micro-fissures all about the hull, the engine missing a couple of parts, it looked like someone had opened up the core with a crowbar and glued it back together again upside down and backwards just to see if it would fit in more space than it originally had used, not to mention the unmentionables I found stuck under the control-console...
But then again, after a little elbow grease, hard work, sweat, tears and some blood spilled, it once again was a mentionable Rupture, and it was mine, all mine.
Of course it had taken just about swallowed up all my funds, so I was back to stripmining anything that didn't move in the first belt I met again just to buy the guns for the gunship, but hey, I didn't mind. Just thinking about cruising round in the fully equipped made-for-destruction (of others) meanmachine ticked away the hours like they were minutes.
I could just see it all... howitzers for long range, autoguns for skirmishes, a missile rack aimed tailwise for the sudden surprise when in 'tactical retreat', a bastard of a tech II shield recharger as I just KNEW I would take too much risk in it, and for the rest just about the best junk I could find... angels and pirates beware!
I named it 'GUN', for obvious reasons, but also because the former owner had named it 'Big Bertha' wich is a name you give to a cow, but never ever to a fine piece of engineered machinery like my new prize.

So while I was getting this all down, of course my mining lasers klonked out, loosing precious minerals all over space as I had forgotten to empty my cargo-hold in time, and still no one from the little new corp I had recently joined had shown up to haul the can into station... Sigh... apparently I had to do all of this myself, the hard way. I remembered that I had left my Mammoth hauler at another station, 5 or so jumps away, stupid me, for a corp mining mission in deeper space. Damn. More time for thieves to pick my barrel apart and steal my hour of hard work... pushing buttons for the automated system to do all the heavy lifting. But... no use moaning about what had not happened (yet anyway), I'd just have to make sure I'd be back in time before can implosion occured.

I was about that time a sudden thought popped into my mind: what if the Rupture is cursed? Everyone knows a story or two about the deadman's gun, a killed ships captain still haunting his vessel...
Luckily my musings were disturbed by a corp-member (I name no names...) coming online under an alias and he was willing to haul my bounty back to station.
While I waited we chatted a bit about current events on the corp-channel. I just thank the gods that it is a secure line and not public or else I would have had my licence to fly revoked due to general sillyness. We swapped stories about cargo-hold parties and I told about once visiting an illegal casino built into some strange-looking Caldari freighter, new ships we were working on and so, again, the Rupture came into talk.
Of course we were so involved in our talk that he hit the retro-thrusters too late and scratched my paintjob, but I decided not to make a fuss... I was happy he was willing to help.
With two hauls the can was empty and we returned, where he insisted on paying full market value, though I said I didn't mind taking one half priced for the corp.

So then it all came together... a skip and a jump... and my new Rupture was ready for business... and I do mean Serieus business.



I know, it's a shitty story with no moral, no real storyline and hardly a plot. Furthermore it's not all completely true and just vaguely based on events that happened. So what. I'd rather live in a romantic version of the world that I spin myself and have some control over then in the bleak grey chaos that is real life... mine has much more colour, and butterflies sometimes. :D