EVE Fiction



#1 - 2016-12-19 23:52:02 UTC
She awoke with jolt as the pod finally released her.

“Greetings Captain,” Aura began. “Your latest clone is now ready for use.”

She was cold, wet and naked. The pod’s nutrient-rich fluids poured away down from the drains in the room. The room smelled differently the medical centers that she would normally wake up in. In fact there were no technicians. Just Aura.

“Status,” she commanded after breathing recycled air.

“Captain, you have been issued a standard Alpha Class Clone. There were cosmetic changes made on your behalf. When you are ready, there is shuttle standing by to take you to your ship.

She was starting to get cold, she struggled to her feet. Normally medical specialists would be assisting her, helping her adjust to the new body. The door was a few feet away and she staggered towards it.

It hissed open and stepped into a brightly lit room and she recognized her quarters in Fensi. Where it all began. Where she met, the “Sovereign.”

The memories flowed back. The rituals, the teachings the forbidden knowledge that only one of the Blood Veil could know. She remembered her Ascension and fall from the Dark Seraph and her quest for Nigrum Optimus.

She remembered, that at one time there was power and fear in New Eden. Never hers… always transient.

Casserina Leshrac’s last memory was seeing her beloved Sovereign at a ball. Casserina remember the shock as she was hit by the slug and was declared dead. That Casserina had died, insane trying to please a dream that had turned into a nightmare.

This place, her last refuge was perhaps created by a person more rational then what she had become. That person had always been good with dealing variables. Now she was that person again.

She took a shower, washing the pod-goo off her. When she got out she finally noticed her appearance. This body was essentially the same, however Aura had mentioned some cosmetic differences. Her ebon locks were tipped in red. Her green eyes were now aglow with an almost golden color.

She then opened the cubby that was a bedroom, and closet and selected another flightsuit. She also grabbed her formal dress. The one she was saving for the right husband and packed it. It would have another use now.

After getting something to eat, she sat her computer and scrolled through the myriads of information that was there. Things had indeed changed.

Drifters crossing into Empire Space. Drifters who causing others to view the Sani Sabik as allies of the barbaric and impure pirates. And the Loyalists of Amarr as ineffective as ever.

She shut down the screen and her reflection stared back her. It seemed all that she accomplished would be all for naught. The Sani Sabik were not some animal who just preyed on capsulleers. There was the logic and method for everything they did.
This clone was the reinvention of an idea. Not just flesh housing a soul. She would have to build and prepare. The Sani Sabik will have to cross every aspect of the galaxy. The blood of sacrifices would flow again, the flesh would be teased with pain and pleasure. And souls would be purified to the Sani Sabik belief.

Most of all they would be free to do so. Free to come and endure trials and rewards.

She powered on screen and scrolled. She would find a place in hi-sec space. Where friends and foe alike would lie in wait. She would gather to right pilots and start building and working together for those goals.

Her fingers tapped on the console below. She smiled. First she would need to find the perfect location start the movement.

Perfect Dark
#2 - 2017-01-01 22:49:59 UTC
I'm liking the start. Ends with a hook; something to look forward to.

My only suggestion is putting in dates if this is things that you are actually doing and following your own, real narrative. If it's purely fiction and not based on game play, then awesome! Keep it up.

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