EVE Fiction: Recovery

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Number 4 in my EVE fiction story arc. You can find the others at the links below.

  1. Recruitment
  2. Black Box
  3. 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.

EVE Online, Fiction, Gaming, MMORPG, PC September 17th 2009

EVE Fiction: Drifter

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Internal log
04:33 ICT (Internal Capsule Time)

Some say that in the cold, dark depths of space, no one can hear you scream.

They would be right.

Of course, I’ve given up screaming now. No one’s coming.

It’s been months according to my pod’s internal clock but I’ve drifted past so many inhabited planets, moons and even asteroid clusters, all going through their own unique solar orbit that my pod’s internal clock and my body’s own internal clock are massively out of sync. So much so, that I often find myself waking up without any recollection of ever falling asleep.

Every now and then I catch glimpses of a distant object reflecting the sun’s rays back at me. Usually it takes a few minutes for the random glint to disappear but sometimes I happen to be drifting in its general direction.

There have been 58 moments like this and of course, it’s never a ship. It’s usually a chunk of space debris, or a piece of asteroid blasted free by a misaligned mining laser. The feeling of disappointment when drifting towards what may be life and then finding it’s an inanimate object is indescribable.
It’s then that I wish my pod had full functionality. One painless, self inflicted zap to my cerebral cortex and I’d be waking up in a fresh new body back in a warm, cushy Gallente station. But no, I cannot be rewarded with this sweet release. It seems that I am forever cursed to drift through the frozen wastelands of wherever I am.

After the destruction of my ship, my pod was quickly locked and fired upon. Luckily for me, the one shot the attackers managed to get off only glanced off my pod. Unluckily for me, that shot hit one of the main circuit clusters and knocked out all but a few of my pod’s systems. It also cracked the fuel casing and I immediately started leaking fuel. I had enough fuel to get away but not enough to stop my ship drifting and not enough active systems to accurately guide my pod to a safe destination.
I managed to warp to a nearby safe spot but my fuel ran out as I dropped out of warp, which was when I started to drift.

Maybe, as an old Amarr friend of mine would say, this is atonement for my sins earlier in life. We capsuleers are immortal so the Gods have to find other ways to punish us for committing sins.
Of course, I believe that it’s all bullshit but it sure does make you think and I’ve got a hell of a long time to think out here.

Capsuleer scan initiated.
Subject is unresponsive.
Result: 95% chance of unconsciousness.

Communications incoming…

From: Captain Yugari; CSS Flybird

This is Captain Yugari of the CSS Flybird, please respond. We are a member of the Concord Search & Rescue fleet. We received your pod’s automated distress calls and came as soon as possible.

Attempting to wake subject.

This is Captain Yugari of the CSS Flybird, please respond.

Attempting to wake subject…

EVE Online, Fiction, Gallente, Gaming, MMORPG, PC June 15th 2009

Contest: Write an EVE fan fiction!


Just under a week ago, I mentioned that I would be posting a header I created for the new gaming based blogging site, GameScribe, which is currently in closed beta. Turns out I was wrong about it being just EVE Online based, but that doesn’t make it any less interesting.

In case word hasn’t reached your ears yet, GameScribe is a new project started by the EVE player you may know as Serious Sally or Malnor Zerchan (or maybe just Anthony). At the risk of greatly stuffing up a description of GameScribe, here’s a short description from Anthony’s GameScribe blog.

Well, what is GameScribe you might ask? Think of it as Wordpress.com for Gamers. The idea is that I will provide gamers with blog themes and plugins that help them really have real gamer blogs… Not cookie cutter blog templates that anyone can make a blog in, but game specific templates. This theme, for example is one of the themes I’ve put together for EVE Online players. But I have also made some for WOW, and Jumpgate Evolution. Even more are coming (Black Prophecy, SWTOR, STO, SGW, the list goes on).

Anyway, long story short, Anthony came to me earlier last week asking me whether I wanted to be a part of the GameScribe design team. Of course I accepted and he got me working right away on a header for an upcoming theme he would be creating. That header (which I am actually quite proud of), you can see below. It was created almost entirely from scratch, the only thing that I did not create was the Astartes, they came from two different screenshots.

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As part of the Gamescribe design team, I’ve managed to get hold of a few invites (three to be exact) to give away in my next contest. And luckily for you guys, you only have to wait around five seconds for the new contest!

Wasn’t that a quick five seconds?

This time around, your task is to write a piece of fan fiction on a given theme. The rules, along with the theme are as follows;


  • Your fan fiction entry must be based around the theme, “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way”. Apart from including that theme into your story, you have complete and total freedom.
  • There is no upper or lower limit on words.
  • As of this posting, you have two weeks (16th May) to write and post your best EVE Online Fan Fiction!
  • As I expect these fan fictions to be quite long (at least the size of an average blog post), you must post them on your blog and link back to this post. If you do not have a blog (all the more reason to enter this contest!), you must email the story to me using the contest entry form below.
Contest Entry Form
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  2. (valid email required)
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So, what will you get if you enter this contest and win?

First Prize: A Gamescribe invite + 50 million ISK
Second Prize: A GameScribe invite + 25 million ISK
Third Prize: A GameScribe invite + 10 million ISK

You know what to do, get those entries posted!

EVE Fiction: Black Box


Black Box

Ship name: USS Short Lived
Class: Brutix class
Type: Battlecruiser

Final Communication – Timestamp: 04/03/23347; 19:24

“Mayday! Mayday! The USS Short Lived is under fire! Our armour is barely holding up and we are in need of urgent assistance!
I don’t care what he says! I want to survive this!
We are in need of immediate help! If anyone can hear this, please come to our aid as soon as possible!”


Oh god… That’s cadet Blunaire and he’s… Somebody help him!
We currently have two ships… no wait, three ships orbiting our position! They are too far out for our guns to hit and our drones are being destroyed as soon as they get in range. Our Captain is doing his best but even he is showing strain under the pressure.
We are under strict orders not to contact anyone at this time as the captain is adamant that he has everything under control, but I do not have faith that we will survive this.
He’s bleeding out! Get that man to the medical bay!”


“Now there are drones… there are so many drones! I’m not sure how much longer we’re going to last!”


We have a hull breach! I repeat, we have a hull breach! K’unarch, seal that bulkhead now!
We have little time left! Our casualties number in the thousands and many more people are dying as we speak!
Please, we need someone! We are good men and women, we don’t want to die!”


End of transmission – Ship destruction at 19:25
Survivors – 1

More details can be found at the following location – http://galacticinquisition.griefwatch.net/index.php?p=details&kill=29.

EVE Online, Fiction, Gaming, MMORPG, PC, Pirate March 4th 2009

EVE Fiction: Recruitment


Some EVE based fan fiction to keep you going during the down time. This is my first ever try at fan fiction, so make sure to let me know what you think in the comments once you’re done reading.

Name: Aescian Blunaire
Profession: ‘Reformed’ low-life
Age: 23


So, there I was, sitting in the bar in the FDU (Federal Defence Union) station in Villore looking for work. Well, I wasn’t exactly actively looking, more like drinking some Quafe & whiskey (5 parts whiskey, 1 part Quafe) and feeling sorry for myself.
Anyway, that’s beside the point. So there I am minding my own business, when I hear someone shouting from the direction of the nearest hangar. Initially thinking that someone was in trouble, I rushed over to “help” but I found the Recruitment Officer of a Brutix class vessel that had recently arrived shouting out for new recruits.

Now, I probably should have turned and walked back to the bar (especially after seeing the ship’s name on a display, the USS Short Lived) but something about the prospect of living and working on a space vessel that can traverse the known galaxy drew me in. As soon as the Recruitment officer caught my eye, there was no escape. After a few papers filled out and signatures signed, this was my new job.

As I walked in through the bulkhead door, I was greeted by a woman named Jinta who offered to show me to my quarters. As we walked down the winding corridors, my mind trailed off trying to remember the directions and began to focus on other things.
I was glad that a Gallente vessel had come my way instead of another. Gallente vessels have a reputation for being the cleanest vessels among the other races. The air was nice and cool, and the metallic walls were refreshingly cold to the touch. The floors, walls and windows were clean; a lot cleaner than I had expected them to be considering that this vessel had just travelled through the vastness of space. But then again, this is a Gallente ship. What the Amarr use slaves for, the Gallente use drones for.
Before I knew it, we were at the door to my quarters and I was being handed a keycard.

No sooner had I boarded the vessel and been assigned a room was I given a task. Around ten other crew members and I were ordered to perform a check on the remaining rail gun ammo in the cargo hold. Before now I had never seen what capsuleers call ‘medium ammo’ and I had only caught a glimpse of some light ammo, but let me tell you now, this shit is far from medium sized! One chunk of the stuff is two and a half meters across!
We had been told that the pilot was getting restless while waiting for a corporation to accept his application and wanted to go out and destroy some of the local Serpentis pirates that regularly roam around the asteroid belts in Villore. I wasn’t sure how big these pirates’ ships were going to be but if they were anywhere near the size of these ammo chunks, they were in big trouble.
After performing our final check on the ammo and reporting back our findings, we were told that we had done a good job and that if we liked, we could go up to the observation deck to watch the ‘fireworks’ that were going to be happening soon.

It being my first time on a Brutix class vessel, I had no idea of the ship layout and had to find a more experienced crew member to show me the way. After some botched directions (I think the crewman was a bit drunk, either that or I am) and some wandering, I found my way to the observation deck just as the show started.

Being what most people call a ‘stationer’, before now I had never set foot outside of the Villore IV FDU station. This meant that in all of my 23 years, the relative in-station security of a Federation run station and the sentry guns protecting the station, I’d never seen ship-to-ship combat.


The *WOOOOSH* as the drones were released from their drone bay and zoomed towards the rats, as the Captain called them, sent shivers down my spine. The way the ship shook as the rail guns fired off their payloads, shook me to the very core… and I loved it!
I must have looked like a little kid on his birthday, staring at the battle unfolding before my eyes. Before not too long the three frigate class vessels were reduced to nothing but wrecks. I later heard over the intercom that during this short battle, the USS Short Lived’s shields were reduced by 5%. I didn’t even feel a thing!

I’ve waited way too long to fly onboard one of these capsuleers’ vessels. Let’s hope that this journey isn’t as short lived as the ship’s name suggests it will be.