Character Bazaar

I applaud your moral fiber,

However, Sage Beyda has struck me as a striking young and strong pilot. These lonely winters have taken its toll and i miss the human touch of another. I will afford her the same offer i gave to Robert.

:)

Today you have dealt a mighty blow to the millipede infestation, may your rod remain ever rigid and your hair never lose it's lustre!

I actually havent smiled so much in a long time. I like this.

Lets hope everyone who needs a toon gets one, and If i dont then its all good

I would buyout any of those characters for the 1 isk. Of course the one I would prefer is http://eveboard.com/pilot/Korneeleeus_Kontrapshun

A story:

In the darkest depths of space, a young pilot prepares to warp to another abandoned wreck yard. Entering the destination, the ships lights flash green indicating a good warp lock and all systems go. She punches the enter warp button and sits back as the pseudo motion of the warp tunnel begins.

She slumps back into her chair to think to her self. It has been a long few weeks. The transfer of her consciousness was a jarring one. It took her many days to stop feeling nauseous every time she opened her eyes. The memory of the tunnel as she was transferred, the tearing as her consciousness left her old body, the painful awakening in her new clone still give her nightmares. She was so excited when she got her chance to leave her home world of Onuse III, her family giving up everything for the chance for one of them to go out among the stars and to become a demi-god, to get the greatest opportunity. Now...she is does not know why she was so looking forward to being among the stars. The cold, harsh reality of space. The danger faced every time she left a station. The sheer loneliness of flying. A universe that looked so incredible planet side became much darker when she was in it.

A warning light flashed on her control board inside her pod. This was not her normal exiting warp light, this was real danger. Pirates. She triggered the all ship alarm and sent an announcement to the crew captain. Time to prepare for evasive maneuvers and see if they can plot an exit course out of the grid before they are nothing but a frozen hunks of biomass. With a final jerk, the ship drops out of warp into a mass of Gurista battle cruisers. She fired up the ship's microwarp drive and immediately rolled to starboard to try to pull the ship on a wide loop around the pirate ships, hoping to avoid their guns. A call came over the comm system,

"Cormorant Class Destroyer Pride of Onuse, shut down your engines and prepare to be boarded or we will blast you into nothing more than a bitter memory!"

Gritting her teeth, she slapped her palm against close com button and launched the ship at full speed into a dizzying curve around the pirates. Even as the destroyer started to accelerate, she heard the target lock warning and saw on the external visual incoming missiles. She opened an on board com channel to the whole ship,

"All hands, prepare for impact. Be ready to evacuate on my order."

All she received in response was a short, tense message from the crew captain saying,

"With you to the end."

She fought back a tear. A crew as green as she was. Getting out among the stars for the first time. Crewers barely out of their academy training, dreaming of riches and glory. All they will find is a harsh death in the silent vacuum of space. No more time for emotions, time to try to save their lives.

With a short counter thrust, she spun the ship to port, changing from a loop to a straight outbound course. She hoped to outdistance the range of the warp disruptors on the pirate battle cruisers and soak up their firepower so they could run. The range counter on the incoming missiles quickly ticked down. 10kms...5...1...

They missiles hit the rear shields like a tsunami. The ship bucked upwards as the first volley impact on the shield, then slid to the starboard as the trailing missiles collapsed the small shield and impacted on the hull. Armor plates vaporized instantly, freezing into blobs on metal in space. She saw more than one compartment burst outward, venting atmosphere and crew members into space. Warning lights flashed all across the pod's display. Port engineering, hull breach, 75% causalities, port shield emitter, hull breach sealed by emergency damage control systems, 50% causalities. Injuries all across the ship as systems overloaded and blew inwards. Some pod pilots may not care about their crews, some may care less who lives or dies. Not her. 80 lives aboard that she was responsible for. Some dead and the rest would be soon if she could not get them out.

She pulled all emergency power from sensors and fed them into the warp drives to try to boost what was lost in the initial attack. A warning light switched from red to yellow as the ship finally outdistanced the warp disruptors from the pirates. She flicked in an emergency jump course to the nearest planet and hit the warp button. A red light flashed on the display, indicating drives were not in total alignment. She tensed, the next volley of missiles were sure to end the ship. Shields were gone and what was left of the weak armor plates couldn't hold up to the next volley. She sat helplessly watching the alignment light, hoping, and praying to anything she could think of that they could make it. It was taking too long, their looping course had moved them too far off the exit vector. The proximity alarm flashed as the lethal volley closed into the ship. The ship jolted downwards as an early missile impacted on the top of the hull, cracking the structure of the ship. She closed her eyes knowing that the next strike would end the ship and the pirates would not let her pod escape. At that exact moment, the frantic alarm of the alignment indicator went off. Reflexively she punched the warp button and was rewarded with the momentary feeling of the ship stopping as it entered warp. The ship flashed forward, the missiles fizzling out just behind the ship as it accelerated into the warp tunnel.

She slumped in her pod. She had saved what was left of the ship, they had survived, but at great cost. She knew that next time the whole crew might be dead and her with them. She knew she couldn't handle the loneliness anymore. She needed help, she needed protection.

To fight these pirates again, what she needed was a friend.



Thanks for reading, hoping you choose me!

Mate! Awesome story! I have to say.. kinda deserves the character!

Based on our email conversation..

YOU WON
http://eveboard.com/pilot/Sage_Beyda

Send her 1 ISK and send me the account name to transfer her to.

I love the story, but I had already sold him.

Only RAVEN Left.... she very pretty.

She also has level 4 mission agents for both Gallente and Mini factions.... if you need a way in those areas.

isk sent robert

Fine... you WIN because you are so persistent. ....

Send her 1 isk and send me the account information and I will transfer ASAP.