Justice and the Whale

Yooch had been scanning for hours. He had mapped out several wormhole chains, carefully scanning each system and saving the location of any wormhole he found. It was fruitless. Each system was emptier than the last; each deserted starbase mocked his efforts.

Starting yet again from high security space, Yooch entered the unknown once more, feeling he would soon need to give up and get some rest. Indeed the new chain of systems was completely devoid of life. He had just one more wormhole to investigate. Warping to it he entered and almost hoped to find it empty so he could call it a night.

Strange, a few screens on his locator systems had lit up. Upon closer inspection it seemed he already had recorded wormhole locations in this sector. He must have traveled through a new wormhole into one of his older system chains. In fact he recognized the bright pulsing star in the system. He hadn’t been here since the morning.

Well this would save any more scanning at least. He began to travel from system to system, using the locations he had recorded hours earlier. As he entered one of the old class 2 systems a soft alarm rang on his directional scanner. Resolving the signal, he determined an Orca class industrial ship was within a few AU of his bomber.

An Orca wasn’t a threat. They rarely engaged in combat. However Yooch would need to see it’s cargo to determine if it was engaging in any illegal activites. He checked his system map again. Aside from the one his ship was floating next to, he had only bookmarked two other wormholes in the system. His logs indicated that one of them led to high-security space and the other to a class 4 deep-space system. Making a quick judement, Yooch warped to the latter under cover of his cloaking device. If the Orca was headed to high-sec he wouldn’t be able to screen it anyway. His views on justice were not always shared by CONCORD.

He wouldn’t have to worry about that, however. As he landed near the wormhole the Orca glided into view. It was enormous. Yooch knew that though it wasn’t a combat ship it was capable of fielding a formidable flight of drones. Formidable against his fragile ship at least. Still, justice needed to be enforced.

As the Orca entered the wormhole, Yooch decloaked and followed it through. It sat unmoving on the other side, unaware of his presence. Yooch quickly rectified that, in the form of a warp jamming signal and a volley of torpedos, custom designed by the Caldari Navy to maximize explosion intensity. Aware of his presence now, the Orca began to turn; the giant ship spun surprisingly fast and reentered the wormhole.

Guiltless capsuleers don’t run, so Yooch knew something was amiss. He immediately followed the Orca through the hole once more, knowing neither ship would be able to return until the polarity of their shields had dissipated. On the other side of the portal he jammed the Orca again, steeling himself for the torrent of drones that was sure to descend upon him at any moment.

Instead, he received a radio transmission. The Orca pilot wanted a ransom. How strange; he must not have had any drones. Yooch replied in kind with an offer: five hundred million interstellar kredits and a mandatory ship screening. Meanwhile his torpedos tore into the Orca’s shields, causing them to quiver and spark rapidly.

The pilot didn’t have five hundred million interstellar kredits. He wanted to contract an item to Yooch instead, in exchange for safe passage. Yooch considered the offer, but only briefly. He had already spent too long shooting at the ship. Soon it would be able to reenter the wormhole, and it may have contacted other pilots. Yooch wasn’t about to have anyone deter justice.

Orca Kill

He checked the wreck for contraband, but it only contained tritanium. That happens sometimes, and it was unfortunate. But if you act like a criminal, people will treat you like a criminal. You can’t have little things like doubt obstructing justice.

He let the Orca pilot leave in his capsule and wished him well. Soon he received a transmission that turned out to be from the same capsuleer. They chatted for a while and the Orca pilot wired Yooch 50 million ISK for helping to enforce space justice. It was nice to get some gratitude, and it turned out he was a nice guy. Yooch docked up in the station and got some much needed rest, content with his day’s work.

You took it quite well, I must say,
Though twasn’t for you the best day.
So thanks for the ISK,
With the next ship you risk,
Remember the drones in your bay.

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