A Memoir from Space

I know, I’m late as hell, but I was out of town while the majority of this was going on.

My Eve Space. Decent computer, a Gateway DX4200-09, nice sized wide screen HD monitor, and pretty good speakers with an unseen sub under the desk.

And for the funnies, my face when I log in to EVE

When someone else goes *boom*

When said person smack talks me in local

When said person calls in backup as I am laughing and I go *boom*

It was peaceful for once. I think we never truly understand the value of peace until it is lost. I can’t even imagine the limitless number of wasted hours spent not truly appreciating peace. At least I will truly enjoy it… while I can.

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It looked like our friends are back for another round. I quickly notified our alliance channel of their presence and requested any form of back up available. Two minutes of useless chatter of “I’m 20 jumps out” and the more frustrating lack or responses later, our small defense force was formed. A Maelstrom, Raven, and my Armageddon. I was hoping this wouldn’t be the second I sacrificed to them.

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The station was quiet, which was odd. I could hear the echoes of my footsteps everywhere I went, with the occasional duet formed from the footsteps of a few others. I liked it that way, there were fewer people to worry about bumping into, no obnoxious people shouting at each other for whatever reason. Just tranquility and time to reflect. Peace, I loved it.

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What an eerie silence. Our visitors were floating idle in an Apocalypse and an Abaddon, their golden hulls reflecting their majestic shapes upon each other. How fitting that I should bring an Armageddon. All of the Amarrian Empire’s might was on display today. To anyone else, this scene would be a lovely picture. The target locks being acquired told a different story. Aura, pinpoint my camera drones on the enemy Apocalypse immediately. As my view focused on its gleaming hull, something was odd…. “Everyone, the Apocalypse is primary. He only has 4 weapons fitted, so he most likely has logistics fitted, he must go down first!”. Moments later, our golden hulls were met with a new kind of beauty, Sibilisia  and her Maelstrom class Battleship were here. Adrenaline was surging through me, I loved it.

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I spent majority of an hour walking to the biodome. I could have taken the public transportation there, but that would defeat the purpose of my day. All manner of plants were present, and they were the only measure of the season here in the cold depths of space. I could tell from the lack of crushed leaves that I was the only visitor in some time.

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“The Armageddon is engaging me!”, Sib shouted across our comms. “Engaging Apocalypse”, I replied. “What the hell! The sentries are shooting at me!”. “Yeah, thats because I’m a criminal, they can attack me freely, you CAN’T just attack them and expect the sentry guns to approve!… Oh SHIT! The Apocalypse is nueting me, I’m gonna go down!”. Oh shit, this was spiraling out of control.

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I sat down on one of the park benches and let my mind drift. What am I doing here? Is it really worth it to play this never ending game? Wouldn’t we all be better off if everyone simply retired to a park bench, and enjoyed the peace? How can I even say this, when I am guilty of the intense pleasure of combat?

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My allies were shot down. Salvo’s from sentry guns tore into my armor. We screwed up, and let them use the sentry guns to their advantage again. My mind was cloudy, the situation in their hands. I notified the crew to enter emergency evacuation as I mentally ordered my ship to disengage safety protocols and threw my full might towards the enemy Apocalypse as the Abaddon turned towards my ship and trained its lasers towards me. A moment of satisfaction! the Apocalypse couldn’t take my fury for much longer, his amor was torn to pieces and my lasers made direct contact with the inner workings of the ship. Perhaps I might have vengeance, something to call a victory, even if I had to sacrifice myself to do it. And then a sinking feeling. I wasn’t enough to overcome him by myself, not in time for him to run to the safety of the station, only to leave me to lose my ship. There was no backup, the fight was lost. my thoughts were drowned by the audio warnings of my ship taking structural damage. I closed my eyes and waited for the enevitable. My escape pod shot into the vacuum of space, leaving the remains of my ship behind.

Good by, Peace II

Sorry for the lack of posting. I have really been lacking in motivation to take the time to post in character. Partly due to lack of time, mostly due to having so much action going on in game that picking what to write about and taking the time to recall the entire event in perfect order is a tall order.

I experiences my first solo frig kill with my Navy Slicer against a Rifter. Yes, my backup did 40 damage, I told them to stop so I could see if I could handle it myself. I did. I’ve particpated in a number of kills, many of them shutting up trash talking visitors. Funny how people make fun of you until they run into your waiting hands and blopw up, isnt it?

There were even a few POs bashes in worm holes that we scanned down. Whoever owned the large tower with nothing but autocannons had a bad day repairing all 7 or so of his guns. Those fuckers where nasty too, made us constantly have to warp out.

Last night we had a cyno frig visit. We killed him first, turned down his monetary offer for safe passage of jump freighters, and podded him. He then came back, lit his cyno, and had a Chimera jump in. Two of our dreadnoughts came out along with myself in a battle ship with a few others to welcome him. After he trash talked about us being noobs and not using siege mode, our dred’s then gave showed him what siege mode is and he quickly docked up and logged. Normally I don’t trash talk, especially in local, but that level of faggotry gets me going. So I gave him a good verbal lashing with all the big words I could muster.

Also, I’m afraid my plans on trading will be put on hold. Combat has kept me extremely occupied in low sec and I am having way too much fun obliging the call to arms.

Now, with all those things I’ve been wanting to post about done, I’ll be better about posting my future endeavors. Fly fun!

“I’m afraid she just isn’t ready yet, Captain. If you would just give me a few more days I co-”. That was all my newly hired mechanic was able to get out. He would quickly learn my typical anticipation in such situations. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just didn’t give a damn.

A quick scan of my credentials and the doors to my personal hangar opened in their usual fashion: Painfully slow. There lay my Harbinger, the sister Apocalypses, the Vengeance, standing out with her beautiful dark toned armor, and my massive Armageddon. But none of these where what I was interested in. No, my prize was waiting for me in the shadows, tantalizing me still even when in my possesion, sitting in the corner of my hangar under a massive cover.

No bigger than any other frigate, and no more impressive looking while under its sheet.

I spied a lone member of my crew dozing off, most likely on break, but I left my patience at home that day. “Hey, you there. Get the rest of the crew back in here and take that cover off my ship!”. He promptly woke up with such a shock that he nearly knocked himself out again by hitting his head on a rail. With a confused “Y-yes… sir!”, he dragged himself away to round up a few more people.

I had waited for quite a while to go through with buying her. Even under cover, I couldn’t help but marvel at her dealy curves. The glint of her armor was even shining bright enough to see through the fabric covering. This ship was special, no doubt about it. It had taken me 2 weeks of pulling strings with the Amarr navy to even get a deal put on the table for her, and quite a few negotiations on contracts to aquire the appropriate modules to bring her to her full potential.

Faster than I expected, my crew arrived and set to unveiling the beauty. I could already see part of her claw like points. My heart rate quickened with my growing anticipation.

The cover fell to the hangar floor. My Amarr Navy Slicer stodd before me in all her menacing glory. The fact that she was still under construction with plates missing and wires hanging about did not detract from her looks at all.

I couldn’t wait to take her for a spin.