Intergalactic Summit

From the moment the chip entered my head the first time I knew that my life and by extension everything I did from now on would be altered irrevocably. If you could even call it life any more, more along the lines of a dream. They told me about the risks, about the pain, about the changes. They never told me about the dreams, about the memories, about seeing death meeting you in the face and waking up staring at yourself in the reflection of your clones hibernation chamber.

They opened so many doors at the same time, it was almost too much to comprehend. I cannot die, I kept saying that to myself over and over and over. They kept saying it to me over and over and over. Risks, went in one ear and out of the other. Risks? How do any risks compare with immortality? Gods, that's what they wanted to make us. Warriors for their little wars, the ability to keep throwing fodder in front of the fine mesh of auto-cannon fire. Economically they have pretty much converted us into reusable robots. Drones that need no repair, little maintenance, and no replacement. Instead of worrying about loss ratios and squad numbers they have converted warfare into a battle of logistics, who has more ammo? Who can provide their fodder with more guns?

From the beginning I was skeptical, but there really wasn't much I could or couldn't do to prevent the inevitable. Immortality. Simple, everlasting and flowing. I can almost feel the fluidic plasma of time flow around me and through me but reject my existence and find itself helpless to affect me. I am forever.

From that moment I hated the capsule. I hated feeling like I was owned. I fought and died many times in the service of my Race. In the service of the gods and against heretics. I grew in rank from a simple soldier to a leader and a general. I commanded from the bridge of an almighty Abbadon class BattleShip. I felt its power beneath my feet as my crew rained hell on those who dared oppose us. I commanded fleets of bombers to destroy transport and unsuspecting enemies alike. I felt the after shock of the Apocalypse Class Battleship beams firing at targets who couldn't even see us coming. I watched planets burn and thousands die. I watched my soul wither away.

I finally left, not as a traitor, nor as a coward. I simple resigned. I was done, off to repent for my sins. I wandered the galaxy mining, fighting, trading, and even hunting a bounty or two. Eventually I found my self back in my old profession of killing for money. I had found myself in the employ of a group of mercenaries with noble intentions of protecting miners from others who would prey on them through the bureaucratic nonsense of war deceleration on trumped up charges. We defended the miners with our lives and were paid well. However, the monotony of killing and being killed over and over just, got to me. Like a sludge rolling through my veins akin to the withdrawals from combat boosters. I finally left their employ and made my way to a small corner of space where I spent most of my days in a small frigate sized Magnate class vessel I kindly name "Retirement.” That was my boring life. Then, I saw salvation......

One moment I was scanning down some fairly interesting signatures, hoping to find an artifact that some dealer would purchase for a couple million ISK. Something to take my mind of the monotony of my shallow existence. I was chasing down a particularly difficult and odd looking signature when I finally pinpointed, something. My sensors couldn’t make heads or tails of what I had found, maybe it was something valuable. It definitely was not something my sensors had ever seen before. What the hell, I thought, so I warped. While I saw the stars and planets blow past me in their liquid-like state. Then I landed on grid with a crash, gravometric forces felt like I was being torn apart. I was pulled rapidly in to the event horizon of doom itself. I felt my body scream as I was sucked through. Then it stopped. Just stopped.

I was somewhere else, with that...hole.... off of my port side, thumping and throbbing. Then I saw them, drones, thousands of drones. None like I had ever seen before! They reminded me of Jovian design, but more, sinister. They immediatly swarmed around me and had my ship torn apart in seconds. The second before I died I felt a pang of fear, if I didn’t know where I was, would I survive this encounter in a clone?

I awoke with a start, my heart pounding and medical technicians yelling at me. Where did you die! How long since you’ve transferred your clone?! Do you know who you are!?

Yes, I am Angrod Losshelin. I am Immortal.

As much as I would love to revisit that seciton of my life....I would not.

You are certainly a talkative one, Mr... Losshelin? I'd say nice to meet you, but you seem liable to fall for the whole 'we are gods' line of thinking, and it is never nice to realize one stands in front of a delusional soul.

Be that as it may, I am sure we shall speak again.

We are what Humanity shall become. The vanguard of biology, sociology, and technology.

Brother, there's nothing wrong with losing your faith in the Imperial system once you see all the cracks.


However, you should consider losing the goatee. A crime of poor-grooming in the making.

If you think his goatee is bad you should see the smell after a 3 weeks long deployment to J232801

For a few more months a went around known space gathering new capsuleers and transformed them into my own private exploration army, with scanners, combat pilots, and a few Industry Moguls who were sick of mining asteroids in high competition area's.

We sat down together and formed our own corporation, tied not to one race but to all in our own small way. We were the folks who did not belong in any one place, but wandered from system to system looking for something of interest. Thus we were called the Forsaken, and named our little Corporation the Oath of the Forsaken. WE set out for our first incursion into wormhole space together in a motley group of ships, exploration vessels, combat battlecruisers, and mining vessels. Little did we know we would not return to known space for months as this time the wormhole collapsed behind us.

Determined as we were to survive, not all of our crews felt the same way. We had to handle multiple mutinies within the first week. Though a couple of the mining vessels had brought planetary command centers in their cargo hold and we were able to find a number of Temperate Planets to colonize for cattle and coolant production. WE also managed to secure the Command Tower I had brought along to a near by moon.

We managed to use the combat ships to clear away some of the deadly drones that apparently "inhabited" the area and were able to setup mining operations in this wealth of space. I was able to calculate our return on investment at over 1000%! So much wealth to be had here! Sadly, we had no way of selling the goods we had acquired and did not much fancy blowing our selves up to return to the known world. So instead we decided that it was logical to assume if there was a way in there must be a way out.

For days and days we scoured our space in search of a way out, another wormhole, a dessicated gate we could repair, something. Then we found it! a wormhole that led right back to known space, though deep into the unsecured sectors of Angel Territory. Some who had brought cloaking devices fitted to their ships decided to make a run for secured space where they could sell products and bring back much needed supplies. Most did not survive.

Great read angrod and i love the goatee bro might start a wormhole fashion....lol

For a few more weeks we were successful beyond our wildest dreams. We pillaged drone "habitats" we sold their wrecks, we mined our asteroids that were being discovered every day, and we mined our planets resources. All in all an operation of over 30 capsuleers and at least another 1000 human residents and crew. We increased our defenses and did have a few more encounters with other capsuleers. Some fruitful and others the were deadly.

We did discover that we always had what we called an exit from our section of unstable space, from what we could tell and what some of the industry scientists told me, our section of space was unstable in such a manner that alot of wormholes would generate in the correct "frequency" to connect with our home systems and known space. Most of the time we found known space on the other side. Occasionally we found other unknown systems. Most were empty, except for those damn drones, some had pilots and capsuleers in them. We jumped in and out of quite a few wormholes and lost a few pilots due to collapsing wormholes, which led to a study of how they worked in greater detail.

As my hope slowly dwindled I slowboated back into my ship maintenance array I contacted my Purifier team and had them prep the ship for a bombing run. As my Apocalypse crew was prepping the ship for re-birthing back into the SMA I ran to the thunder of my Control Tower shields and alarms screaming at me to run faster. As I slid around the corner I a jumped into my pod that had been reloaded into the Stealth Bomber moments before I hit the gel. The hatch slid shut as we left the air lock. I pinged the ships computer for a total ammunition count, only one bomb and a few hundred torpedoes. Damn, not much to work with, but I sure as hell would make it count. I warped outside of the shields to a safe location I had saved in my navigational systems and cloaked. Now the slow approach, the scariest time for any stealth bomber pilot.

While they slowly pounded away at my shields and ECM arrays I slinked toward them in total silence, I could feel my heartbeat reverberating through the pod-gel. I was close enough to be almost blinded by the flash of the Abbadons lasers. I creeped closer until I was in a perfect position. Just in range of their sentry drones, I de-cloaked, aligned to the other safe-point and dropped my payload. I didn't even wait around to see the all too familiar explosion and deafening sound of my destruction.

I re-cloaked and aligned my ship back, I checked my sensors and felt my heart leap as I saw not a single drone! Then, the Dominix's opened their drone bay doors and out swarmed sentries. I had not killed a single one, they had simply recalled them at the last moment to prevent my little escapade from being effective in any shape or form. My torpedo's would do nothing to their thick armor nor the drones that they could simply recall at a moments notice. I felt my hope slide from my body like a discarded robe. I turned my attention to my crew and announced that we would be sacrificing our souls to whatever god they deemed fit and to prepare themselves for their afterlife.