THE CHRONICLE OF ZAERA KEENA
The Vampire Ganker of New Eden
Compiled by The Scope Historical Division, YC 131
I. ORIGINS — THE CHILD OF QUIET SYSTEMS
Zaera Keena was born in a forgotten low-sec border world, one of those half-abandoned systems where the only light is from the nebula and the only law is fear.
Her family worked the station salvage yards, stripping wrecks left behind by pirates and careless capsuleers.
As a child, Zaera learned early truths:
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A ship is a promise.
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A wreck is a lesson.
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Survival is the only inheritance worth having.
She grew up watching capsuleers warp in and out of the system—gods who reshaped the grid with a thought.
She envied their freedom, feared their cruelty, and vowed someday to join their ranks.
When she was seventeen, a pirate raid destroyed the salvage docks.
Zaera survived by crawling into the husk of a dead interceptor and hiding among the scorched metal.
When CONCORD finally arrived, she stepped out alone.
By YC 123, she had taken the tests, joined the capsuleer program, and died her first death.
She woke up in a clone vat with a new body and a new future.
II. RISE OF A HUNTER — THE FIRST BLOOD
Zaera did not enter the cluster as a miner or hauler.
She chose the path of the interceptor, the hunter, the wolf in the lanes.
She learned fast:
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How to probe a ship before they knew they were visible.
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How to slide through a gate cloak with perfect timing.
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How to anchor a point before her target could blink.
Her first killmail was a Venture in a quiet high-sec belt.
Not for profit.
For proof.
Zaera saw the pilot’s panic in local, and something clicked in her:
Fear is the heartbeat of New Eden.
And she was meant to hear it.
From that moment on, she hunted with purpose.
Belts whispered her name.
Haulers rerouted.
Some prayed; others hid.
None were prepared.
III. MEETING THE QUEEN — AIKO’S SHADOW
It wasn’t long before her trail crossed that of Aiko, the infamous ganker queen whose fleets ruled Uedama and Niarja.
Aiko didn’t invite Zaera to join her.
She challenged her.
A single duel, no CONCORD, no backup.
Just an open grid and two pilots who loved the hunt.
Zaera lost.
Barely.
Aiko laughed and offered her a place beside her—not as a student, but as a blade.
Together they became a storm:
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Aiko’s coordination,
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Zaera’s precision,
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fleets that struck like lightning.
Pilots began calling them the Twin Vampires, draining the lanes of innocence and shields alike.
But inside the fleet, Aiko gave Zaera a quieter title:
“My Silent Interceptor.”
IV. THE MINER WHO DIDN’T RUN — FROSTPACKER
Most miners fled when they saw Zaera on grid.
But Frostpacker… didn’t.
He stayed in the belt, lasers humming, pretending not to notice her warp-in.
Zaera found it amusing.
She orbited him at 7km, waiting for fear.
It never came.
Instead, Frostpacker hailed her with:
“If you’re gonna kill me, do it now. I’ve got a rock at 60%.”
She almost choked.
What followed was a strange rivalry—half taunt, half tension.
He mined knowing she might strike; she struck knowing he expected her.
They traded messages, then jokes, then something softer.
He proposed once—through a contract written in codes and ore valuations.
Zaera turned it down.
Not cruelly.
Casually.
Honestly:
“I was born to move,” she said.
“You were born to anchor.”
The kamio belts say Frostpacker hated her after that.
His logs say otherwise.
V. THE FALL — WHEN THE HUNT WENT QUIET
Zaera’s fame grew.
Her killboard filled.
Her legend sharpened.
But fame invites enemies.
A coalition of anti-gankers ambushed her fleet.
She escaped, barely, her interceptor burning and half-blind.
For the first time since childhood, Zaera doubted.
She disappeared for months.
Some claimed she retired.
Others swore she was dead for real, body unrecovered.
Aiko knew better.
Hunters don’t die.
They wait.
And Zaera waited until flying felt like breathing again.
VI. RETURN OF THE VAMPIRE — YC 131
She emerged again like a specter.
Faster.
Sharper.
Colder.
Now she hunts alone.
Not for profit.
Not for fame.
But for the purity of the moment when a target realizes:
“Zaera has found me.”
Pilots whisper when her name hits local.
Miners abandon belts.
Pirates salute her.
Anti-gankers curse her.
And Frostpacker?
He raises his shields every time he sees her name.
He says he hates her.
He always did say the opposite of what he meant.
Zaera reads the rumor and smiles.
For a hunter, some lights never truly go out.
VII. EPILOGUE — THE LEGEND
Zaera Keena is more than a ganker.
She is:
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a shadow in the lanes,
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a heartbeat in the silence,
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a story that gets whispered in every high-sec hauler channel,
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a test of courage for any miner who dares to stay on grid.
And long after she logs off, her myth remains.
Because in New Eden, immortality isn’t the clones.
It’s the fear, awe, and admiration you leave behind.
And Zaera Keena leaves all three.