EVE Fiction

Y'know. Actually, I am not going to restrict the prompt this time. Make it a freewrite everybody, and have fun!

Ill try to get a story finished. Considering the holy day season and such it wont be easy though.

Eve Story – Friendly Flash

No, no, no, I was not supposed to be jumping. I hammered control space but session change was already in progress. Instead of orbiting the 7Q- gate I was jumping through it.

‘Friendly flash out’ I screamed into the mic. I was going to get it in the neck for this from our FC, who had been banging on all through the roam about paying attention and following commands.

As 7Q- swam into focus my heart stopped, there before me was a swarm of flashing red. Oh no, this was not good. 60 seconds to de cloak as I jabbed the timer and typed furiously into squad chat, ‘20+ flashes DGC 8YC gate in 7Q-. What do I do ?????’

My FC’s stressed voice came over the intercom, “What are you flying Alice ?’
‘Navitas noob ship’ I replied

‘Sorry Alice,’ he said, ‘scouts report strong enemy force, nothing we can do for you. Collect a replacement ship from the Eve Uni hanger at Aldrat. Take this as a lesson to listen more carefully next time. Fleet align E02 gate and warp to zero, move, move, move.’

45 seconds to de cloak, frantically I switched to podsaver and scanned for celestials when a flashing red name caught my eye – Jimmy Riddle -, what was he doing here ?’
Clicking Jimmy’s name and opening private convo I started typing furiously, ‘HELP, I’m 40 km from you, on my own and about to decloak in 30 secs.’
‘What ???’ he replied.
‘Quick ask your FC if I can sing my way out !!’ I rushed.
‘I can try but don’t hold your breath’ he typed

‘Well he must be in good mood, get your arse over to our public comms and tune up.’ Jimmy messaged.
10 seconds to decloak, quickly tabbing to comms and jumping channel I started singing:

Hey I just met you and this is crazy
But here’s my number, so call me maybe ....

and typed my mobile number into local +44 7976 ******

Out of time, I carried on singing as my ship materialised in front of their fleet.
‘Ha,’ Jimmy typed, ‘Our FC is giving you a free pass and says that if you are going to fly in null then you should enrole in 1SA.’

With popping bubbles their fleet jumped, leaving one solitary ship behind, no longer flashing red.
‘Hey Jimmy, what’s up ?’
‘I’ve been ordered to drop fleet and escort you to high sec,’ he said over audio,
‘I spent all f**king morning setting up for that fleet.’
‘Aww don’t be mad, I’ll do the same for you one day,’ I apologised.
‘What’s that in the background ? You didn’t actually give out your real number did you ?’ he asked.
‘Hmm, 3 dinner invitations and someone wants to know if I like cats !!’
‘So how about I take you out for dinner ?’
‘Naah you would just get drunk and go on about the size of your Titan as usual …..’

So call me maybe ….


Copyright Niamh Aideron 10 December 2012
Flash fiction format @500 words

Many weeks go by, and the two of us grow closer with each passing day.
He takes me out to many places… I’m surprised how familiar he is with the area.
One night he asks me something, and I am a bit shocked.
“Wanna see my ship?”
I thought no one could afford a ship yet…we were all in school after all
“My family bought it for me”
I remember he’s Caldari and has money.
“Okay sure, let’s go see it” I happily answer.
We get to a launch pad with a waiting shuttle.
The two of us climb into the shuttle and jet off to a station that’s in orbit nearby.
“Ever been to space before?” he asks
“yeah of course I have, hell I’ve even piloted a few ships!”
“oh that’s great!”
I wonder why “that’s great”
~Docking permission requested~
Aura speaks for the first time.
~Docking permission accepted~
We proceed into the dock.
“So here’s my little quarters”
Quarters? He has quarters on a station? Who IS this guy?
“it’s nice” I say.
“Well, we did come up here to see ships, right?” he says.
He presses a few buttons on the console and a Reaper comes up.
“A Reaper?” slips out of my mouth.
“Oh so you’re familiar with it!”
“Yeah, it’s a frigate…they taught us that at the academy”
“Ever piloted one?”
“Don’t you need a pod to pilot that?”
“This one has been specially modified to accept an old school crew.”
We get into the ship, it’s cramped. It smells. And it looks like it’s about to fall apart.
“Good ol’ Minmatar construction” he scoffs as he punches a screen, and the ship’s lights start to turn on.
“Wanna go shoot some rats?”
“Rats?” I respond
“The raiders, pirates, dumb asses that hang out in belts and harass miners and anyone else who’s around” he says, laughing a little.
“Oh sure! That sounds like fun!” I lie, I’m scared shitless. I’m not a pod pilot, if the ship explodes I’ll die!
“You sure? It could get dangerous…” he says, smiling and pressing controls in the panel.
“Oh come on man, do you think I’m afraid of a little action?” I am.
“Nah…”
We launch and head to the nearest asteroid belt.
There are some Serpentis shooting at a hulk.
“Oh look, action already!” he exclaims.
“Know how to fire those guns?” he points at lever and some buttons.
I grab the controls and fire off a few rounds.
“Oh sure, I do this ALL the time” I say sarcastically
“Should be easy enough” he says as he gets us to the optimal range for the guns he’s fitted.
I fire off a few shots towards the ships, but they totally miss.
They are still busy with the hulk, leaving us to be totally free and not have to worry about getting shot.
“What was that? Are you shooting with your eyes closed?” he pokes me in the ribs.

Best of luck my friends, best of luck. Look forward to seeing what you can produce, the contests will be monthly at minimum so there will be plenty of chances if you can't make this one

Keeping the post near the top for you all to see it

Blood of the Behemoth:

The boarding bay was full of people and equipment going from one place to another, like a busy hive full of working ants. And, in the middle of all that, Trevor Humedd hugged his family as tightly as he could, like he wanted to take their breaths away. Tears flowed from their cheeks, golden drops in the dim lights of the station. Around them, two dozen families were going through the same ordeal of farewells, while the loading crew moved supply crates, machinery and weaponry ready in the last minute.

-Promise me you’ll be careful- demanded his wife, with her voice broken by fear, hope and doubt.

-I will, Marsha, you know I’ll do all I can. But it’s not up to me. At least I know the family will be well with my salary, and we’ll be able to cover the studies of young Archie.-

He poke his son with his finger, but his childish laughter didn’t break the sorrow of the moment. And then a red light and a warning flashed drowning the whole bay in the color of blood, and all members of the crew were called into the belly of the golden leviathan that lay docked in front of them. The hug was broken by the moving people, and Trevor picked up his scarce personal luggage to move inside, waving a weak and fearful farewell that tried to look brave without success.

For a brief moment, he looked up and he saw a big crane carrying the pod of the pilot into the pit that was the control centre of the ship. He didn’t even get to see the woman who had his life in her hands, the god that would control every little bit of his existence during his five month rotation inside the Forgotten Galaxy. He just crossed the doorway into the dark corridors that would become the only thing he’d see for months. Like dark metallic arteries of the giant beast that was the ship.

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Dozens of tons of metal and people maneuvered swiftly through space, jumping on the appropriate moments like a steel monster dancing with the stars. Trevor could barely feel the movements as the pilot handled softly such a massive hulk into positions he never had the chance to see. After all, windows were scarce.

He spent most of his time in the corridors and rooms of the crew: three dozen men and women that worked as mechanics, engineers, cooks… everything needed to keep the beast advancing relentless, with scarce stops in stations every couple days to refill supplies and food. They weren’t allowed to leave the ship in such occasions, so they employed that free time playing cards and dice in the ship’s kitchen. He won many isk, he lost as many, but he enjoyed every scarce moment of solace. Out of them, only awaited the terror of the unknown, and the wait between the important moments.

Of course, from time to time, the alarms of the ship would ring and all crew members were forced to awaken and run to their positions. Somewhere, for some unknown reason, the pilot had decided to enter combat, and her will required all to work as one to increase their chances of survival. No doubts or second thoughts were possible, just completing the duty the ship’s god demanded as quickly as possible before heading on to the next one. All that while the ship vibrated and shook like a maddened horse under the impact of missiles and cannons that went through the shields, and dozens of nanite swarms were deployed and controlled so they went to fix the priority instruments.

They all prayed while they worked during those times, quick hurried words to try and bring the much needed luck to their side. It was all they could do after all, their lives were beyond their control, all in the hands of that alien pilot that guided their destinies among the stars. All they could do was wait and work in the belly of the beast, hoping that each time wouldn’t be the last, praying for another day, one at a time.

The end didn’t come, so their service to the Empire aboard the Forgotten Galaxy meant good sums of isks for their families. Trevor spoke with them as often as he could afford to pay the costly communication services aboard the ship. After all, most were to be employed by the pilot, and the crew members barely had any bandwidth left. Archie had gotten into school, and Marsha was able to buy better clothes and food for both of them, so they were doing well. But they missed him as much as he missed them, and all feared that each time the conversation ended, it would be the last time they’d see each other. Of course, no mention to that was made, and all farewells were “see you again soon” with a smile. A fake, fearful smile.

But he completed that tour of duty and got back to the loving arms of his family in a splendid welcoming that vanished all the fear. Back into the warmth and safety of his city, to his people, to the every-day needs and small problems. Still, he could only stay four months before enlisting again… money was still needed. And the farewell on the docking board repeated, as he once again he entered the same vessel that needed crew again after four months of repairs and modifications.

a couple more entires, bumping the post to the top again. Lets see some more

I'll be submitting 4 poems. Not really going for the win, just want to get my work noticed.

You can find my works here.

http://the-anariarch.deviantart.com/art/Pages-01-The-Matar-336535823?q=gallery%3Athe-anariarch%2F38874063&qo=23

http://the-anariarch.deviantart.com/art/Pages-02-Amarr-Grand-Historian-336535969?q=gallery%3Athe-anariarch%2F38874063&qo=22

http://the-anariarch.deviantart.com/art/Pages-03-Ancient-Text-Ragnarok-336536013?q=gallery%3Athe-anariarch%2F38874063&qo=21

http://the-anariarch.deviantart.com/art/Pages-04-Great-the-Cause-336539178?q=gallery%3Athe-anariarch%2F38874063&qo=20

All four are EVE related.

This story is part of the same world/ contains one of the same characters as the first piece of I have written.
Although I have by now revised my previous story and removed some of its obvious flaws. I still a little uncertain as to the exact timelines so I havent dated this one.

Previous story
http://kraiks.blogspot.nl/2012/11/eight-thousand-suns-in-new-eden-fiction.html




The enemy of my enemy.


"Well, well, look at this," taunted Kuntac. Kuntac continued; "Seems you got yourself in a little trouble, haven't you. Fresh out of pods. Interesting feeling isn't it. Mortality, being one of us mortals. All of a sudden you are weak, even more fragile than I ever was." Kuntac looked down at the restrained man sitting in front of him. The man stared up defiantly, attempting to maintain his dignity, while resisting the temptation to rail at his captor.

Kuntac snorted, and squatted down in front of him. Lowering himself to level with the man's height. He looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You know why we got you? It is because you have been asking questions.. to many questions."

The man stared right back and remained silent. "This is the part where you will start answering mine," Kuntac but an emphasis on the word mine. He slowly got up and took off his coat, he hung it delicately on a hook on the side of a metal closet. Next he took off his shirt, showing the bulk of his muscles. The man in the chair seemed undisturbed, "Is that supposed to intimidate me?" it was the man who snorted this time.

The man flinched slightly, someone behind him stood up. He clearly hadn't noticed his presence before. Kuntac waited until the man settled and looked back at him, "Normally this is the part where I beat you for a while." Kuntac paused, "Normally, I enjoy that part. Loosening the muscles and work up a sweat." Kuntac then points at the man behind him, who just got up. "From there on, my associate would normally take over," he paused again; "Normally."

The associate walked up to the closet and opened it, exposing neatly sorted rows of expert torture tools. The associate placed a small knife in to the one open slot in the closet, he proceeded to look back to the man. The look in his eye shocked the man, it appeared to be a mixture of pity and disappointment.
The man looked back at Kuntac, who now smiled. "Normally, alas this is not a normal occasion. We don't always bag ourselves a former-immortal. See how I used former there, awkward detail." Kuntac laughed. "Now about those questions, you seem to be looking for a child aren't you. A little pathetic Amarrian child. You little pervert."

The man looked back at Kuntac, he was furious and could no longer keep quiet. "You can't do anything to me I haven't experienced before. I know what it is too die you impudent little slave. God will welcome me in his arms for my service to the empire! Amarr VICTOR!! You hear me!! AMARR VICTOR."

Kuntac remained perfectly calm and in control. "You know where we are? Where we arrived?," he said. The door in the back slided open. The associate left and another hooded man entered. The man couldn't see who he was, but he knew instantly. Kuntac reveled in the fear now visible in the man's eyes. He pointed to the hooded man and said, "See I couldn't spill your blood, because he now owns it." Three more hooded men enter and drag the captive man away.

Now only Kuntac and the hooded man were left. The hooded man turned to him and said, "Thank you, my men are in place. When you strike, remember, try not to spill blood. You get the Matari, we get the Amarrians and any child between four to eight years old will be delivered to me personally."


Kuntac again smiled and said, "It's a pleasure doing business."