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Omerta Syndicate Neocom Journal

Entry 005: Sleeping with Snakes

Comments   0   Date Arrow  July 19, 2007 at 4:48pm   User  by Mebrithiel Ju'wien


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Hmmm, it’s been a while since I updated, but this is mostly due, perhaps, to the work we’ve been doing. Obviously this won’t go into so much detail as access protocols are pretty loose.

Fountain is beautiful at the moment. I hate the Serpentis, but that’s probably my issues with their disregard for protocol and decorum. Suffice to say, I’m happy to be shooting them for isk, but it’s my sec status that really needs fixing…

I’ve been rather lazy lately. The corp has had a lot of work to do, since our dealings with Ishukone. But I’ve lost direction totally and slipped into a slumber of sorts. My research in Covenant practices continues right under the nose of the Khanid Kingdom, while I work on improving my personal relations with them. What’s been lacking though is a genuine kill frenzy. I’ve managed to control myself a lot more, but recently she’s been surging under the surface - a shark barely causing ripples. But while I think I keep her hidden from my associates, I can feel her.

It’s so overpowering, I have to retreat to my bedroom and lock the door. In the past I would have relished a good wholesale slaughter, but I fear I’ve become weak. She knows this and her carnal desire is overpowering me. My dreams are filled with her and I wake up often in the night, drenched in sweat.

And then he called. And she listened.

I keep trying to justify it myself and I don’t really know why. Maybe I really have become soft, but when South teased me, I couldn’t control the devil in me. Lured with the promise of almost guilt free killing in the name of helping an outnumbered friend.

South was a gentleman. A fully fitted named/tech 2 Raven and no worry if I lost it. All he needed was one more battlship to take down this corps multiple battleship and support gang. The numbers were heavily stacked against us when they fielded a Fleet Issue Tempest, but none of us cared. South called warp ins and primaries, my devil took control and unleashed volley after volley of torpedoes while I sat back and fed on the primal lust of killing. The Tempest sent shudders of pleasure through me as it detonated to my screams; the Maelstrom made me squeel in delight.

There was some collatoral, but there always is, especially when they join the fleet of my enemy.

By the end, I was knackered. Hundreds of ordinance had been spent, over a billion damage dealt. South was exhausted but basking in a warm glow as we passed the Ihakana sun on our way to the station. The night had dragged on until I noticed the time and need to sleep. My body and mind were drained and for the first time in weeks, she let me sleep with fond dreams of carnage and massacres, my senses tingling at the kiss of the cool air on my skin.

I don’t know how long this feeling will last, but she seems happy for now. I’ll make my time in research and order while she slumbers. I just worry for when her lust comes around again.

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