EVE Fiction

This is just a little something I wrote while playing the beta for Dust 514. The idea kept creeping into my head as I went about my day, so I had to write it, and would like to know what you guys think? Note: This does not reveal anything that has not already been revealed by the CCP staff for Dust 514 already, so without further ado, The Immortal Soldier. Please be gentle.

You know... You never get used to it.
Feeling death over and over again. There's no feeling of peace to it. No serenity, no freedom.
And there's always that wonder, that fear, that you just might not come back like you're supposed too. Maybe you'll come back deformed, or lacking memory, or maybe even not at all. Maybe that one bill I forgot to pay was from the cloning company.
And that's another thing... Do you rush in knowing, hoping, you'll come back? How do we just rush in, pretty confident our death rate will be 100%?

It's unnatural. It's inconceivable. And yet we do it. We rush in, guns a blazing, fighting for whatever cause, whatever price, even knowing that they'll come back just like we will.
I'm not sure how the others feel, but I don't feel like a god. I don't feel immortal. But I still do my job. I do my duty. It's my life, it's what I'm good at. I can't let the people who rely on me down. I guess I should try to have fun while I'm at it. I wonder how those capsuleers handle it. The stress, the pain, the feeling of rebirth in a new body that is not your own. And to top it off they have all those connections. Do you feel pain when your ship is being shot down? When your energy shields are failing and your hull is breached? Do they... FEEL that? I know I feel every damn bullet that punctures my armor.. that makes me bleed. I feel every bullet that kills me.

No, I don't feel like an immortal demi-god. I'm just a front-line soldier, being used as an endless supply of meat being sent to the grinder. Who knows, maybe some good will come of it. And maybe there's some part of me that enjoys it. Hard to say. I will always be haunted by if I really come back as me, or is this new body, this new life, just a ghost. A former shell of me. I know who I was has died a long time ago, on some distant battlefield, on some planet I don't even remember.
I only remember that it was the first time I experienced hell, and life as an immortal soldier.

I kind of like the soliliquy format. And I learned something about what DUST chars do....

I'm going to be a massive asshat and pick fault in this, not because it's personal, just to see if everyone seems to agree/disagree.

It's written a lot that capsuleers become detached from humanity as concepts such as death and mortality no longer concern them. If there is almost literally no way to kill you eventually you will actually cease to even consider death as anything. All those fears you write about in there would exist not longer after you joined the Templars or whatever, but they would cease to matter after you have died like 500 times.

If you want to right something like that, with a lot of rhetorical questions, I think the best point of view to write from is either:

1) Someone who is new, perhaps hasn't even experienced "death" yet, as all their worries about the process and everything are to be expected. Technically even then it's a bit of a stretch as the recent chronicle hints at all sorts of testing and stuff. I wouldn't put it past them to implant the chips then shoot you in the head as part of your training.

2) Religious Amarrians. You were ready to give your life as a soldier and ascend to heaven, but what if you claim to be immortal? Are you playing god? Does god approve? Will you ever die and get to join him in heaven? etc. Or Gallente on the morality of the situation and how it leads to eternal war. Or something about the Caldari worrying about profits or over population or something. Or the Minmitar and whatever it is they worry about.