You smoke too much. 
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I think youâre getting the hang of the game! Fly safe!
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I guess Iâm lucky. I can afford to drop some change in rl.
Although I drop change in game just to pick off the greedy.
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THE CHRONICLE OF ZAERA KEENA
The Vampire Ganker of New Eden
Compiled by The Scope Historical Division, YC 131
I. ORIGINS â 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 systemâgods 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 â 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 pilotâs 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 â AIKOâS SHADOW
It wasnât long before her trail crossed that of Aiko, the infamous ganker queen whose fleets ruled Uedama and Niarja.
Aiko didnât 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 herânot as a student, but as a blade.
Together they became a storm:
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Aikoâs coordination,
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Zaeraâs 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:
âMy Silent Interceptor.â
IV. THE MINER WHO DIDNâT RUN â FROSTPACKER
Most miners fled when they saw Zaera on grid.
But Frostpacker⌠didnât.
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:
âIf youâre gonna kill me, do it now. Iâve got a rock at 60%.â
She almost choked.
What followed was a strange rivalryâhalf 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 onceâthrough a contract written in codes and ore valuations.
Zaera turned it down.
Not cruelly.
Casually.
Honestly:
âI was born to move,â she said.
âYou were born to anchor.â
The kamio belts say Frostpacker hated her after that.
His logs say otherwise.
V. THE FALL â WHEN THE HUNT WENT QUIET
Zaeraâs 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 donât die.
They wait.
And Zaera waited until flying felt like breathing again.
VI. RETURN OF THE VAMPIRE â 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:
âZaera has found me.â
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 â 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 isnât the clones.
Itâs the fear, awe, and admiration you leave behind.
And Zaera Keena leaves all three.
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Do Eggcorns fall under the Mandela Effect category? 
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Canât say have had that issue as all my exâs are still friends.
If he is an issue though, Zaera recommends using an Aiko Nut kick
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I have tried S.C. myself. It was laggy as hell. But that might be from this old laptop that I am using at the moment. Now that I got the wife her new one. I can work on getting mine. But it did look interesting all the same. Might try again later next year.
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A pity @Yiole_Gionglao isnât playing SC, would have enjoyed blowing her up or making her beg for mercy, and then blowing her up or maybe not , depending on how much entrtainment she provided.
Perhaphs I would have her brought on board and have her get on her knees infront of me, kiss my feet. and beg for her life. If not sastisfied , she would be thrown into one of the prison cells and thrown out the airlock when it amuses me.
If her grovelling and flattery were satisfactory though , I might make her my personal slave to tend to my needs.
Now @Aallin_Gicquet , you too would become a personal slave, but would have different duties to those of @Yiole_Gionglao
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Hmm⌠I wouldnât want to have me as a slave, thosee who dare be my masters have a habit of dying, repeatedly and completely.
And now Iâm off to sleep⌠night night lovelies!
Also: old times, old meaningsâŚ
Photograph: American aviatrix Matilde Moisant, 1912 second woman to obtain a pilot license in the USA.
Yes, sheâs wearing a swastika badge, swastikas used to be good luck charms until about 30 years later than this photograph was shot. Ms. Moisantâs career wasnât very long, she had a serious accident and she retired from flying after her brother also nearly died in a crash. Given that in later pictures of Ms. Moisant she can be seen wearing some thick eyeglasses, maybe her crash wasnât exactly unexpectedâŚ
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I thought that was you .
I was thinking the perfect slave , even provides her own uniform with a a set of gloves, ready to scrub the deck of my Polaris, the most fearsome pirate ship in the know universe, after filling my bath and scenting it with red berries, night-blooming jasmine, and a drop of your blood.
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Priceless! 
At least now I understand. 
I miss the days of friendly rivalry.
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You would not believe how upset I am with the lore these days. Arathi invaded by the Horde, and weâre supposed to help them. Elves admiring the ârich cultureâ of the Amani trolls, completely forgetting the several millennia they spent getting cannibalised by them. Orcs in the Sons of Lothar. âAckshully the Light is evil tooâ.
Okay Iâm not actually particularly upset, but I am very disappointed.
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I donât bother with the lore, aslong as I can whack somebody over the head with a big stick - Iâm happy.
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Time to go to sleep⌠night night lovelies!
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What? no photographs?
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Iâm a convict descent and I might rob you of your time if you donât watch out!
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Also if you and your better half 
ever decide to visit downunder then pleas donât go ordering kangaroo streaks as to us here theyâre considered as vermin.
Ie Aussies now donât fly to UK and order rat meat.
think a second about that please.
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When I was in the UK, went up to Scotland and caught a haggis shortly after midnight. It was shocked as never seen a vampire before. Had to chase the little bugger a few times round a hill up in the Scottish mountains. Had no idea how to cook a Haggis so gave it 1 and a half hours like a chicken in the oven. The stupid haggis exploded though, made quite a mess.
I must get around to flying to Australia to try some kangaroo, and no , I dont need to buy a ticket , I am quite capable of flying by myself thankyou very much.
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Haggis sausage rolls with tomato sauce.
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Which reminds me, I must go to america to sink my teeth into @MB_ThePhotographer . I bet he tastes like chicken.
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