Number 4 in my EVE fiction story arc. You can find the others at the links below.
- Recruitment
- Black Box
- Drifter
The first thing I remember is a loud crack, followed by a popping sound in my ears. It had been a long time since I’d been anywhere but contained within, what I like to call, the pod goo. You see the chemical and physical make up of the goo, coupled with the internal pod systems keep the internal pressure at a comfortable 1 atmosphere. But every now and then, you may find a ship or station with a slight variation in the atmospheric pressure. I don’t know whether it’s personal preference or a problem with their air filtration and distribution systems but whatever it is; it’s always a tad unpleasant.
As I slowly regained consciousness I opened my eyes to find myself sprawled out on the floor, as naked as the day I was born, in a pool of my own pod goo. I had no idea where I was. As far as I could tell, it was a Minmatar design. The old cliché of rusted walls, pipes sticking out of the floor told me that much. Only a Minmatar crew would shove me and my broken pod into a room instead of keeping us in the docking area. I’ve got nothing against the Minmatar as a whole but they don’t have a reputation of being the gentlest people around.
I usually like to get out of my pod every once in a while, maybe once a week at the least. Otherwise, I find that my muscle mass tends to suffer. Not that I have much mind you, but I have enough to stand up and walk around. At least I used to. It took me what must have been about 10 minutes to get to my feet and regain my balance. It took me about 5 more minutes to get across the 10 meter wide room towards my pod that had been cracked open like someone’s early morning breakfast.
Having not seen a pod like this before (I’m usually in a new body, light years away, milliseconds after the pod’s hull breaches), I decided to have a good root around. It wasn’t long before I could get the internal systems back online and I found the most recent automated logs. It seemed that not long after I passed out, a Concord ship came along and radioed to see if I needed any assistance. I did, but of course I couldn’t tell them due to the inconvenience of being unconscious.
After the Concord ship left, a Minmatar ship came along. Judging by the fact that they picked me up and cracked my pod open, I’m guessing that they’re not the friendliest Minmatar around.
All of what you see above happened over a day ago. I’m still stuck in this room, still alone and still naked. I haven’t heard or felt a thing on this ship since the moment I woke up. There are no footsteps in the corridor outside, none of the stereotypical lurches caused by gate travel, no vibrations from the engines, nothing.
There are only two possible explanations for this. The first possibility; I’m in a sound proof room, surrounded by some sort of substance that acts as a buffer to the vibrations. The second; Something’s made the crew abandon ship and clearly I wasn’t deemed important enough to be woken up and/or taken with them.
I guess we’ll have to see.
Still having problems with my ISP. Called them a couple days ago and gave them the 30 days notice that I wanted to cancel my account with them and that I wanted the MAC code. As I expected, we were bounced around the Demon employees until someone said there is no one that can give us our MAC code and that they would phone back in a few days.
They did eventually phone back but to try and sort out my problems with them, rather than give me my MAC code. The Demon employee even said “I’m going to keep calling until we help you get your internet back up and running again. They don’t seem to understand that I don’t want to stay with them.
Seems like they’re incredibly desperate to keep their customers.
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