# The fate of a snitch

**URL:** <https://forums.eveonline.com/t/the-fate-of-a-snitch/428404>\
**Category:** Player Fiction\
**Tags:** roleplay\
**Created:** [November 18, 2023, 2:00pm UTC](https://forums.eveonline.com/t/the-fate-of-a-snitch/428404 "2023-11-18T14:00:49Z")\
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**Author:** ![Maira\_Blackfire](https://sea1.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/user_avatar/forums.eveonline.com/maira_blackfire/32/394201_2.png) [@Maira\_Blackfire](https://forums.eveonline.com/u/Maira_Blackfire)\
**Post date:** [November 18, 2023, 2:00pm UTC](https://forums.eveonline.com/t/the-fate-of-a-snitch/428404/1 "2023-11-18T14:00:49Z")

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> The following is a recording from a coms-thief, delivered to FIO headquarters along with a severed hand.

**Radio static followed by overlapping coms signals as the coms thief turns in**

… I am only going to ask one more time. Who gave you the information about the stim?

_Weak muffled sounds, followed by a gurgled laughter_\* I’m not telling you anything, traitor

**A deep feminine sigh, followed by something sharp being moved over a metal table**

“Again with that word… we both know I haven’t had any allegiance to the Federation or Amarr for nearly two decades. You on the other hand still think they will come save you”

**There is a slice of metal hitting flesh followed by a scream of pain**

“Still think your worthless life means anything to them”

**There’s another cut followed by more screaming**

“No, my dear capsuleer, your blood isn’t even worth making into cheap wine… let alone stain my tools”

**Heavy breathing, followed by a gurgled and pained chuckle**

“You really think your words scare me… when I get home… the FIO will give me a medal for stopping your little drug trade… I’m only still here to try and gain more dirt on you, Khanid freak….”

**There is a heavy sound of a shaped object stabbing deep, followed by feral sounds of excruciating pain, then quiet and heels on a metal floor walking away**

  

**Approximately 127 seconds pass before the quiet is broken by a painful scream that breaks into panicked hyperventilation as the realization of still being bound hits**

“you really thought your little self-termination trick wouldn’t be discovered… you see it’s only a matter of slicing up the right brain tissue…

**There is a clatter of metal restraints, as the panicked breath increases**

“make the device think you’re still alive, healthy even.”

**The sound of more tools being laid out on a metal table, as well as the hum of various devices powering up**

“So let’s begin anew, shall we? After all, we have eternity together”

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**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/original/3X/4/1/41ec4921cbaca7a6f9ea556e7cc20018461eae5e.png) [@system](https://forums.eveonline.com/u/system)\
**Post date:** [February 16, 2024, 2:01pm UTC](https://forums.eveonline.com/t/the-fate-of-a-snitch/428404/2 "2024-02-16T14:01:12Z")

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