ATTACK'd

.. as i throw the bottle in to space.. quite an incedental day of timing in the damn whiskey hole. few of the girls in charming got hit hard today.  both of em got the holy hell shot out of em. poor gals.. thats a hard transition for em both. Curse hadnt felt that sort of rip to her liquid in over a year... not even sure the last time ole sara got her pod popped...  and damn if they didnt bout get me that time too... still a , well oddly enough i had just left both of them in the rare core deposit, and unloaded a transport. scan report of an hour earlier had revealed minimal sigs. and nothing on the other side... how so much changed in an hour.
christonapopcycle stick, if i didnt warp to member and thats when teh chatter started.  a trail of bad guys , bombs deployed.. ship intell.. all hell was breaking loose... and me, in a damn bustard coming out of warp.. this outa be rich i think.. gotta get back to the pos and suit up no other shooters online..

 the girls were gone a watse field to land upon and several angry dizeans hurtle towards me. snaking out of the dying bustard structure gone and a bomb on its way i slip towards the station.. fucking close one.. but everything is askew. but an idea spawns for the wreck.. a change. a perfect wicked change.