My 'Hubris'
Ruze stepped out into the maintanence bay, overlooking the ship hangar. He stared down at his pride and joy ... a battlecruiser-class ship from the Amarr line known as a Prophecy.
"Staring at her isn't going to help you raise the money to get that overdrive fixed, Amarrian." The speaker's voice was insideous, almost feral.
Ruze turned, looking the Minmatar square in the eyes. "You're money will be in the account in EXACTLY 10 minutes. Settle yourself down, and get my ship fixed."
The Matarian stepped forward. He had about 2 inches on Ruze, and an imposing build. With a tilt of his heals, he bit out the statement, "Not so easy to keep it running without your slaves, is it, filth?"
With swift movements, Ruze placed his palm into the taller man's chin. Simultaneously, his opposite arm grabbed the Minmatar's tunic, his inside leg sweeping into the man's outer calf. In a heartbeat, he placed him solidly, bodily, onto the dirty floor, rotating the inner arm into a bar and leaning his weight onto it.
"I am not your typical Amarrian. My 'slaves' work my ship willingly, with the highest wages in the region. And as much as I am not proud of their treatment in the past, I am proud of being an Amarrian. And an Amarrian is never 'filth.'"
After stepping back, Ruze extended his hand. A long, grudging moment passed before the bigger man took it, and was helped to his feet.
"And be careful whom you choose to be your enemies. They may just be a friend."
Ruze turned back towards the observation window, looking longingly at his ship, the Hubris.
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Ruze
Created 20:57, Jul 24 2008
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Created 20:57, Jul 24 2008
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Howatch Johalla wrote:
Just love those bits and pieces that you share with us, look forward to hear more about your life in EVE.
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12:25, Aug 26 2008
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