EVE Fiction

Running Scared.

Dangerously empty space green in hue with dark brown dust "clouds" in the background surrounds me with no one in the whole 0.6 system of Aere except Serpentis belt rats, the closest one 4.2 AU away, and I am scared. Wayward Mynx, that marvel of versatility and unpredictability, also known as the Republic Fleet Typhoon is my spacefaring chariot - loaded Caldary Navy Cruise Missile Launchers await orders to fire, the capacitor is fully charged ready to power the active armor tank; shield, armor, and hull all at 100%, a drone bay full of Federation Navy Ogres and Hammerheads keep company a flight of five Republic Fleet Warriors, and still I cringe. Eighty million skill points worth of sub capital combat skills are safely tucked away in a Sigma grade clone at the Republic Military School in Ammould and a link to a well padded kill board in the bio is my presentation card - but dread causes little rivulets of sweat to run down my back.

I was all alone in that encroaching void called open space - no one on corp chat, no one on alliance chat, no one on local, no Sansha, no fleet, only nothingness to outrun - disorientation, nausea, adrenaline and anxiety keep me company. I am alone with myself and feel a sudden full-fledged panic attack upon me……I have lost faith in my abilities, smarts, guts, and tritanium encapsulated nerves. I momentarily lose faith and control of myself. The almost 2 billion isk in my wallet are of little consolation when the pungent stench of animal fear permeates the room.

If only belt rats would smack talk on local, or a meteor would slam against the hull… The void grins and closes in faster, it loves humiliation and despair.

It circles the warping Typhoon thoughtfully, watching me through 1600mm reinforced rolled tungsten armor plates and then effortlessly strolls into my soul. Would it find me worthy to fly within its domain? Will I be found lacking compared to others it has possessed? Will it take souvenirs on the way out? The core of my angst is the Mammoth sized storage space inside a skull full of implants, inadequacies, childhood fears, failings, deeply rooted feelings of ineptitude, regrets of badly handled situations, friends lost, squandered once in a lifetime opportunities, and of shady, shameful past deeds that came out to haunt me when I feel lonely. That moment of weakness was what the void hungered and reveled in. Clone jumping did not help….body and skills changed but the baggage inside a skull stays the same.

I know, I tried.

Please God, any God or deity in the immediate vicinity or vastness of EVE send someone to keep me company, send someone to occupy my mind and senses so that I don’t dwell on who I am. I beg you, any of you, to accept a prayer from an incomplete, immature, amoral, darkish in nature, non religious, Godlike capsuleer who is afraid of being by himself staring into the void because that soul mirror does not lie, does not deceive, does not exagerate, but only shows truth. The truth was I liked my immortal, perverted self less than I let on and hated the void for throwing it in my face.

As the panic attack subsides my jack hammering heart slows down, beads of sweat evaporate off my forehead and between deep breaths I begin to relax. Starting on the next trip I vow to always carry some spiced wine, tobacco, Quafe, and exotic dancers in stasis along with an ample supply of drugs inside a small warded container in the cargo hold, just in case. While collecting my wits I ponder, should I jump four systems over to Ignebaener and get a level 4 mission from Federal Intelligence Office agent Bique Darelimes or switch to a pvp fit Hurricane and pick a fight in 0.4 Lisbaetanne or stay where I am and join one of the noob Help chat channels to connect to someone. Anyone.

Anything. Before it comes looking for me.

Again.

...............

Oblivious to my turmoil Wayward Mynx warpes on.

Highlander drifted lazily toward the wreckage, energy sweeping over the Drake's angular exterior as shield power relays strained to recuperate from a whirlwind of destruction. The white star Ofstold beamed brightly in the distance, illuminating clouds of debris and shattered hulls that a fusillade of missiles had left behind. An eerie calm had settled over the pocket in the wake of battle, belying the tumult within the starship: Inside, she resonated with the sounds of frantic post-sortie activity - engineers argued briskly about capacitor demands, reloading racks whirred and clanked as they fed the ravenous array of launchers, and the thrusters sent vibrations through the entire vessel.

Floating in the protective embrace of her pod, Highlander's captain could hear none of it. On occasion - usually after a particularly taxing mission - Lelith Hellebron would disengage from the ship, withdrawing her conscious back into her own flesh and blood, to gather herself. During these moments of quiet reflection, all she could percieve were her thoughts and her heartbeat.

A soft red glow interrupted Lelith's calm. Unaccustomed to it, it took her a moment to rememeber what it was; a warning light on the inside of the capsule had been activated and was shining through her closed eyelids, transforming the usual darkness of semi-consciousness into a dim and ominous crimson. Weaving her mind back into the ship, Lelith quickly located the culprit; her overview was picking up an incoming capsuleer flagged with a criminal security status. Her heart raced - they were in a deadspace pocket in the middle of nowhere.

Definetly a pirate.

Lelith picked the first beacon she could and urged the warp core to engage. Unfortunately, Highlander was not an agile vessel, and aligned excruciatingly slowly. A Drake, Ion, came screaming out of warp twenty kilometers astern and was aquiring Highlander before it had even bled off its residual velocity. Lelith, heart sinking as she realized there was little hope of warping to safety, prepared to defend her ship and crew to a bitter end. She had never squared off against another capsuleer before, much less one piloting the same hull as her. Despairing for only a moment over Highlander's substandard launchers, she activated the hardeners. If she had an edge, it would come from her battlecruiser's superlative shielding technology and cutting-edge drones, a wing of fully augmented Hobgoblin II's.

The moment the interloper achieved lock, Highlander's warp field collapsed. Lelith was scrambled and stranded. As the first Heavy Assault Missiles streaked toward them from the pirate vessel, its captain's condescendingly silky voice slithered over the comm.

"Fifty million and you're free to go" Shizraak sleazed. Lelith knew from hard won experience in the belts and ice fields that such an ambitious ransom was not a good indication of an intentent to honor it, and she briefly wondered if there were pilots foolish enough to pay more than the value of their ship. Fierce missile impacts snapped her back into focus. She had also learned that diplomacy was a potent, if unreliable, weapon; perhaps this Shizraak could be bargained with. If Lelith was going to try reason, though, she'd need to buy some time to do it - Highlander's shields were evaporating alarmingly fast. She had to reduce the incoming damage by taking out Shizraak's drones.

"Sadly," Lelith said with the most regretful inflection she could muster, "my lousy Drake isn't worth quite that much" She thought for a moment, then lied. "Not that I could even afford to pay it if she was."

"How about ten million up front, and fifteen after you warp out?" Lelith asked, still undecided if she'd pay in full if Shizraak let her off for ten. Finally, Highlander locked Shizraak's drones, and she began to pick them off while the pirate considered her offer.

"Fifteen now, ten after" Shizraak countered, pointedly. Lelith couldn't be sure, but her tone seemed less confident. She wondered if Shizraak had noticed her drones disappearing. As the last drone erupted, Lelith turned the batteries and Hobgoblins against Ion itself, though she didn't expect them to accomplish much against the renowned shielding of a Drake. Indeed, Highlander's own shields had crept down to 36%, where they had stabilized despite the punishing barrage they were enduring.

"I've no reason to believe you won't pocket the fifteen and sink me anyway, but you may play by the rules if the lion's share of the sum is dependant on my safety" Lelith stalled. If she could drop Ion's shields below 33%, the maximum efficiency threshold, Highlander might survive. If not, they'd be deadlocked until Shizraak called in support. Both pilots watched in tense silence as Ion's shields were battered down to 35%. After a full minute, however, it became clear they were going to hold.

Reluctantly, Lelith exhausted her last option, and overheated her missile bays.

Slowly, Ion's shielding inched below 33% while Highlander's launchers tore themselves apart delivering a hail of missiles. Lelith reined them in just shy of total malfunction, and waited to see if Ion would recover with its shields at thirty percent.

Twenty-nine percent. Twenty-eight.

"I tire of this. I'll allow you to depart" Shizraak spat, finally breaking the long comm silence. Her voice was laden with a mix of shame and impotent fury. As Ion began to align for warp, its shields gave out completely and Highlander's Heavy Scourge missiles began to shred the pirate vessel's armor with vicious impacts.

"Aweful kind of you" Lelith replied with all the tact of a humbled Amarran noble. Deep in the heart of Highlander, however, a malicious grin tugged at the edge of the captain's unconscious lips as she activated her own scrambler.

Hard to be a Miner

“That will be 212 million ISK thank you Sir”, “Your lucky there are no other Hulks in the outer rim” Kola looks over to his Personal Captions Bot (PCB) Whistler. “Whistler transfer 212 million ISK to the ORE Corporation would you” Kola takes a glance at Whistlers display to see how low his wallet is and if he will have enough ISK from the last Mining Operation to charge the capacitor on his replacement mining barge.

“Transfer the ship to hanger A3-2 so I can get out of this station before it costs me more ISK” Kola asks the ORE merchant. “I will once the credits clear” snapped the merchant. Kola’s eyes tighten, his fists clench and taking two steps forward Kola replies “You just saw me transfer the credits, if you don’t process the order to transfer the ship to my hanger we are going to have a problem that won’t get sorted out in Battleships, understand?” Kola’s wrist knife slides from the right sleeve of his leather jacket landing on the tip of his index finger just so the merchant could see and not the others in the market. “Oh… look the credits cleared” the merchant jitters while tapping frantically on his PDA.

“Come on Whistler we still have to get new crystals and drones before the Hulk gets here, and send a message to Dex and let him know to meet us on the Oulley gate” Kola softy mutters to the PCB and slides the knife back into his sleeve with little effort.
After filling the new Hulk with all manner of mining equipment Kola walks into the Captions Quarters with Whistler following just behind, Kola’s looks over to the three monitor display and thinks to himself “I wish they wouldn’t put that in every room I don’t even use it” Kola turns to Whistler “Transfer yourself to the new Hulk Whistler I will be on board shortly” Whistler beeps a few times as if in frustration. “Oh right name the Hulk, Tomorrow, now go” Whistler moves to the wall next to the door, at once all of the PCB’s lights dim as if it was lifeless.

With Kola now secured inside the Hulk he takes a moment to gather his thoughts and checking the primary systems. “Whistler, launch program” Kola requests while flicking switches on the dash. As the ship starts to come to life Kola says “Whistler open a channel to Station Flight Control” a small cracking sound plays with Kola talking soon after “Flight I have my PCB on board, I am fully supplied and we are ready to fly”. “Kola Alpha 1-1 you are clear to undock and warp when ready, try not to lose this one Kola” a smooth feminine voice requests, “No promises Control” Kola replies.

Soon after undocking Kola gives the command to Whistler to warp them to the Oulley gate, after waiting on the gate for what felt like hours Kola’s dash flashes red with a Concord announcement “All pilots be on the lookout for an outlaw in system, with multiple murder and illegal shipping charges, all ships are recommended to retreat on site, threat level is high repeat threat level is high”. Kola sits back in his chair “great another cowboy”, seconds after the words leave his mouth a Gallente Battleship warps in at over 100km. Kola goes into a stable panic “Whistler scan it down find out what class it is and the ship’s ID number” Kola demands. “Only a Hyperion with 350s or bigger would be able to hit us from that range” A few lines show up on the dash display “And Of course it’s a Hyperion with 350mm rails, Whistler open Coms” Kola sighs.

As the Com link opens a voice comes from the dash in a gargling voice “400 million or your life” and the transmission ends. “Well that wasn’t very helpful” Kola says with frustration. The dash flashes with more lines of text “I know he is charging weapons Whistler you don’t make a death threat and then just warp away, launch all drones and get us out of here! I would rather lose the drones then the ship” A flash of light skims the front right side of the Hulk making it shake uncontrollably. A large red light comes from the dash “Shields down after one shot what the hell is that guy firing Uranium Charges!?”
The Hyperion’s guns glow as the next shot is fired striping Kola’s shields. “Whistler seal all open compartments and send out a distress signal to all ships” As the pirates rails rotate for one last cycle and fire a massive Cynosural Field lights the sky between the Mining Barge and the Hyperion. Within less than a second a Caldari Carrier exits the Cyno blocking the pirates shot. Kola stands and his eyes widen, the Coms light flashes Kola flicks the switch to open all channels. “Kola what is that the second Hulk this week?” “DEX?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?! I knew The Black Dawn were treating you well but that is bloody ridicules!” Kola yells in that he might still live.

Dex chuckles “I’ve done all right old friend, sit tight I will take it from here” Kola sits back in his chair with relief. Dex sits up in his Captions chair looking through the massive viewing screen of the Carrier, Dex looks at his XO (Executive Officer) “Bast scramble that Hyperion’s warp drive, lock him up dispatch all fighters let them know they can all have a piece, oh and send some repair drones to Kola’s ship”. “Yes Admiral” the XO replied, a voice comes from the speaker box below Dex. “Did he just call you Admiral?!” Kola said astounded. “That’s what happens when you don’t go try to mine in unpoliced space by yourself for four years Kola and stay in the same Corporation they look after you” Dex states as if reading from a manual or text book.

“All fighters engage primary target, the engines and shield generates are priority” Dex commands, within seconds a great explosion came from within the Hyperion blowing it from the inside out. Kola thinks to himself while watching the explosion “mmm must have been uranium”.

After the lights of battle dim, Kola finds himself standing shoulder to shoulder with the Black Dawn Admiral looking off the bridge of the flag ship and without a spoken word the two Capital Ships jump into the stars.

Scarred

I have a new tattoo. A slaver gave it to me.

We Brutor were peaceful on our home world. Our clan roamed freely among the others. As traders, we were sought out by all. Even though we were a fearsome people, we were welcome. People needed the things we brought and they were eager to bargain with the things they made.

Then the conquerors came to our camp, walking the short distance from where they'd landed. The cowards had come during the darkness. Their ship gleamed in the starlight.

We had heard the stories during our travels. Terrible stories of capture or death.

They called themselves righteous. We'd been told that they claimed to take other clansmen as part of their birthright. They believed the universe was theirs to rule as Amarrian disciples.

But we knew what they really were. Mere slavers. We knew the value of goods. After all, what thing could possibly be worth more than a powerful human to do hard work?

The invaders had a small force, only about as many men as a person has toes and fingers. Their weapons could melt through our clothing and our shelters. It would be difficult to stop them. But we were determined to cheat them in their sorry attempt to steal some of our clan.

We waited until they were almost upon us. One of them triggered the trap we had set, and the net dropped over them. As the net was hoisted we dodged out of their range. The men in the net were dropped to the ground from the top of the tree. Most of them did not get up again.

It was too late for my father. One of the invaders had shot him, leaving nothing but ashes.

A couple of the invaders had escaped the net. One of them came running at me. My dagger found its mark. Blood sprayed upon me as he fell. He grabbed me and pulled me down with him.

It was a long struggle. I could hear yelling from my clansmen as they tried to dodge the fire of the invaders who had avoided the trap. At last I staggered away from him.

But I felt something pushing the back of my chest, and the foul breath of one of them on the back of my neck. That was the last time I saw my home.

That was five seasons ago. Except for the one who killed my father and brought me to this place, I no longer hate the Amarrians as I once did.

My captors have made me do heavy work, but I could not say they have been cruel to me after that night when they invaded my clan’s camp. Their religion does restrain them a bit. They do not beat me, and they feed me well, even though I have attempted to escape more than once.

But they always find me here in this colony. There’s nowhere else to go on foot.

One of them brought me ink and even a small needle last season. It was an amazing gesture, and I could not turn it down.

The ink was not the usual color of deep blue that we usually use. It was a deep fiery red. The scar I had gotten from the invader that night was long across my left thigh. I used the ink and needle to make the scar more visible. Over it I made a likeness of my father, and I painted the star near our home world.

I have seen that many times when I look up into the sky. I know where it is.

I’ve had a chance to observe how the pilots work when I have been taken on some trade runs with them to carry their goods. I am no fool and my memory is good. Some day one of them will get careless with his ship. All I need is one small frigate, some food, and some luck.

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The Shivers.

I shiver, not because I’m cold, but because I’m scared. Months of training, of looking forward to this, I’m finally here and I’m scared. You hear rumours, nightmares, people stuck in their own minds, people stuck in their pods. Yet any pilot will tell you they’re myth, that Pods are safe. ‘You’ll be fine.’ They tell you. So you continue the training, reassured.

But now I stand terrified to my bones, as all the stories pop up in my head again. Its dark, the pod is sealed shut, the neural uplinks are connected. I’m going to be immortal, a capsuleer. I’m going to be Rich! I Shiver.

I hear it first, a low gurgle. I squeeze my eyes shut, by breathing accelerates. Sweat pours down my spine. Cold! I get my first feeling of Pod Goo as it pools at my feet. I dance around for a bit, till the fluid fills up enough that it doesn’t help.

Calm Down! I yell at myself. I force my feet to stand still my muscles to relax. I take a deep breath. You’re going to be alright, i tell myself. I Shiver

The fluid rises past my chest and I feel my breathing quicken. I tilt my head back and take a deep breath. Idiot! You’re just making matters worse. I tell myself, not that it helps, my survival instincts tell me not to let that breath out. And no matter how hard I fight the instinct I cannot let it go.

Then the ectoplasmic Liquid rises above my head, filling the whole capsule. And I’m left fighting with myself, logically I know I have to breathe out, and breathe in the Fluid. But years’ worth of instinct tell me to do so is death.

My heartbeat accelerates…
My chest Burns…
My Eyes water...
My mind screams for release…

Eventually my body succumbs to the inevitable. Bubbles rise in front of my eyes as my lungs heave out the used air, and the goo fills my lungs, I heave and cough and splutter. The bubbles are soon sucked out. All thats left is me, The Goo, and my slowly steading Heartbeat.

The burn in My chest has vannished during my coughing. I Feel fine. Memories of the last few secons play through my mind again. I Shiver.

Sensors flare around the Pod and Awareness springs forth in my mind. I can feel the capsule, like an extension of my own body. All the signs i've been taught to look for are there. All is Good. All is Green.

I lift my hand up in front of my face, it's surprisingly dificult to move in the Goo. I watch as it drifts slowly down, when i stop straining. Then the feeling hits home.

I am a Pod Pilot.

A Capsuleer.

I Am Immortal!

I Shiver.

The Mission

Doritte resented his parents for moving the family to a remote asteroid colony. He knew he would never see his friends again. The nearest station was over 25 AU away. That was warp drive distance, and no worker he had ever met could get access to a ship with a warp drive. Doritte vividly recalled the disappointment of his first, and last, warp.

It had been a cloudy afternoon, when they moved. Only one bag per person was allowed on the tiny shuttle that left the spaceport for the station. He remembered being so angry with his family, so desperate for everything he had left behind on the surface. His first glimpse of that station, larger than any city he had ever seen erased those feelings. Now there was only excitement at seeing something nobody he knew had seen. As soon as they arrived in the massive hangar, Doritte ran to the nearest porthole and saw the world where he grew up. It was a life changing view.

Doritte was disappointed as his family was loaded like cattle, with thousands of others, into the massive hold of the ship that would take them to their new home. How badly he wanted to see what was outside those walls. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the massive acceleration. Suddenly, the speakers cracked into action urging everybody to disembark. As he set foot on the catwalk the gravity shift caught him off guard. He felt strange as he made his way to the first porthole he could spot, eager for another glimpse of his home planet. He nearly tripped twice in the economy gravity the asteroid colony provided. His heart sank as he looked out. The sun was a tiny ball of light in the distance, his home a barely visible speck in the vast nothing.

Spending his days since then in what passed for a school on the small mining colony, he would often sit next to a porthole. His eyes would look across the miles of emptiness that separated the mess hall and learning annex from the barracks and working mine on the active rock. If he really tried, he could see things moving around on the mine. Doritte would sit there and wait for the long shifts his parents worked would end. His frustration and anger over the situation grew with each passing year. Why were they here? They were still dirt poor and his parents were working themselves to death. For what?

This was another one of those days. Doritte stared across the empty miles at the active mine, waiting to see the shuttle leave with the next shift of workers. Suddenly, a flash of gray swept across his field of vision. He pressed his face into the icy cold of the glass to try to see what it was, just out of view. He had seen space combat on holoreels, but they all had sound. There was something almost fake about the focused beams of color that suddenly swept across the walls of the barracks building. He could feel his pupils dilate just before he was blinded by the perfectly silent blast of light that signaled the complex exploding.

Defending ships appeared almost out of nowhere, letting loose volleys of missiles toward the invading ship. He was tracking them with his eyes as the floor fell out from under him. The shockwave from the exploding barracks had finally hit the school building, shaking everything around him with a massive rumble. His eyes caught a glimpse of two burning defense ships as he tried desperately to grab hold of something with flailing arms, but his chin broke his fall. The pain made everything suddenly real. He pulled himself back to the window in time to see the last defending ships explode. The beams of light now moved to the mining rig, and Doritte felt his heart stop. As the building opened up into space he could see the tiny forms of workers drifting out into space.

Doritte tried to start breathing again, but life support had failed in the crumbling building. His last view was the invading ship, moving through the wreckage, scooping up a few items. Then it warped off again, as suddenly as it had arrived.

Mission complete.

Lifetimes Upon Lifetimes


Lifetimes upon lifetimes, I had never felt the cold of space, but now the chill of the void is my universe.

The feeds are all malfunctioning. Occasionally I get brief glimpses of cartwheeling wreckage, or dim sensor echoes, but most of the time its just dark. And cold. I miss the stars.

Most of the pod's systems are down, either fried or in emergency standby. It must have been a one in a million shot to bypass the multiple redundant safety systems of my pod, the self-destructs, the transfer system. The Jovian's work true wonders with technology, but even they are fallible it would seem.

I wonder what true death is like. I've died so many times before, only to awaken to a new life, a new body just the way I like it. I wonder what I will awaken to this time. If I will awaken at all...

Time passes slowly in the darkness. I think I'm drifting in and out of consciousness, but I can't be sure. It all seems the same. Occasionally I glimpse something out of the corner of my eye, but my gaze disturbs the pond and the ripples scare the fish away. I've never seen a pond, not a real one. They say that holoreels just aren't as good as the real thing. I tried to access my holoreels, but the uplink isn't working. But if the uplink isn't working how did the fish get out?

I think the ship links are feeding back into my neural net. I can feel parts of the ship, right on the edges of my awareness, but I know that its gone. Its gone. Millions of ISK gone in a puff of vaporized metals and broken dreams. Its going to take days of mission running to make enough ISK to buy and fit another one. I might fill the high power slots with afterburners, then I'll be travelling in style. Wait, that doesn't make sense... These fish keep distracting me. They don't want me to know that the medical support systems are failing. Cheeky devils.

I think I can see a ship. Its salvaging the wrecks. Damn it, I can't get a weapons lock. I can't warp out either. None of the ships systems are responding. It could be Sanshas trying to eat my brains, or Guristas trying to steal my holoreels. I won't let them take my fish. This pond and everything in it belongs to me!

Its really getting quite warm here. I just love the feeling of the sand between my toes, the gentle embrace of the summer sun, its so relaxing. Not a care in the world. It is a little too bright though. Its kind of hurting my eyes. I should have bought a pair of those Nightstalker Goggles.

For a second there I thought I was trapped in a broken pod, slowly freezing to death while the automated systems desperately fought to keep me alive by pumping me full of drugs and the glitching neural interface cooked my brain. What a horrible thought. I've really got to stop watching bad holoreel horrors.

The beach stretches for kilometres in all directions. The cool perspiration on the side of my drink reminds me of something, but the thought eludes me like those wily fish. Sometimes when I sit and watch the gentle waves I wonder if its all just a dream, some kind of elaborate fantasy. But then I luxuriate in the feeling of the heat of the sun upon my skin, take a sip of my icy cold... Quafe... and I know, deep down, that a life so real, so perfect, couldn't possibly be just an illusion.

I'm so lucky to be one of the chosen few, a Capsuleer, an immortal. There is always something new to explore, always something exciting just around the corner, and sometimes what you find is so wondrous, so amazing, that eternal life just isn't enough. This beach, this thin strand of sand along the edge of this great ocean is such a place.

The fish jump and splash in the water and I know they feel the same way too.

Lifetimes upon lifetimes, I've never felt so alive, and now the warmth of the sun fills my universe.

Orphan

Jarek was huddled in his mother’s arms, as she stroked his hair in an attempt to reassure him “don’t worry my dear, everything is going to be OK” Another blast shook the ship abruptly, and the lights flickered for a moment.
“Come on, you piece of junk!" Jarek looked up, to see Erek his father shouting at the controls, whilst wrestling with the ship, veins pulsing on his temples.
An ominous shadow was cast across them as a ship flew past the cockpit and turned sharply to face them head on. Erek recognised it as a Pilgrim. “So that’s how they managed to find us… Curse those Amarrians and there cloaked ships!” They had been traveling for two days, successfully avoiding all patrols in their stolen Bestower. They were nearly at the border of Gallente space, but an hour ago the ship had seemingly come out of nowhere and given pursuit.
“Freya! Take Jarek and get him to the escape pod. I’m confident that we’ll get through this, we are Sebiestor after all! But Jarek needs to be out of harm’s way, just in case” He turned and gave her a kiss on the forehead then looked down at Jarek and gave him a reassuring wink “See you later son”
Freya grabbed Jarek by the hand and headed to the door, glancing back briefly before leaving. “Go! I’ll be fine, just make sure he survives” Erek barked over his shoulder.
Mother and son, ran along the ships corridors toward the escape pods when suddenly an explosion ruptured the hull, Freya grabbed the handrail and Jarek‘s hand in anticipation of the vacuum, but there was silence. Through the breach they could see blue pulsating waves of energy as the Shield Booster repaired the shields. Relived they pressed on, reaching the escape pod a few seconds later. With no time to loose Freya quickly fastened Jarek in place.
“We will be back for you soon my love… don’t worry about a thing” tears trickled down her face as she sealed the pod. Jarek was enveloped in darkness, only a thin ray of light shone through the viewport. Peering out he put his hand against the glass; his mother mirrored the gesture, putting her hand up against his, the emotion was overwhelming, too much to bear. “I love you” He mouthed through the glass. Quickly she set coordinates for Gallente space and hit the eject button, before returning to assist her husband on the bridge.
Jarek lurched forward, his neck straining due to the force with which the pod was blasted out. He gazed out of the viewport seeing the ship becoming smaller and smaller as he accelerated away. The blackness of space was illuminated by the furious fire fight between the two ships.
“Take that you Amarrian scum!” Erek and Freya grinned at each other, their turret was still operational, the capacitor banks still had charge, plus with their combined efforts they had managed to reactivate their “Armour Repair” module. They were quietly confident that this was the last trial they had to endure; their defences were hopefully going to hold! Long range sensors had indicated Gallente ships coming to their aid in response to their distress call. Soon they could recall the pod and press on to freedom, starting a new life together as a family.
Alarms started blaring on the control desk indicating the arrival of more than a dozen ships! They were saved! But, wait! They weren’t Gallente…they couldn’t have got here so fast… the new arrivals opened fire as one.
Content, knowing that their son was safe and on autopilot; Erek and Freya embraced each other and closed their eyes, sharing one final kiss before they were engulfed by the light.

The brightness of the lasers and subsequent explosion almost blinded Jarek before he had chance to shield his eyes. As his vision returned he beheld nothing but debris where his parent’s ship had been not a moment ago, nothing remained but that golden fleet of murderers
Screaming echoed in his mind. He didn’t realise the sound was coming from himself until his lungs started burning. There was nothing he could do, they were gone…

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