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They welcomed me. An old man, exhausted and at the end of his rope, and the hated enemies of my people treated me like one of their own. They talked to me in quiet tones, explaining several times over what had been going on, and they listened to what I had to say even though half of it was panicked, sleep-deprived babble delivered in a voice that was still barely audible.

They had known about my garden for a while. They spoke of it with respect, and I got the unmistakable feeling that they found it to be a small patch of honest life in a civilization that had gone to a grey, dead ruin. At that moment in time, I didn't disagree with them in the slightest.

One of their own had been on patrol when he'd heard voices from my garden, and had walked over to see the Gallente - my supposed people - trashing it. He'd warned them, they had resisted, he had called for backup, and the end result was a group of unconscious young people with scorch wounds and burns from crowd control weapons wielded with no hesitation


We Caldari DO have our moments of Kindness. We are not ALWAYS ruthless cold hearted plutocratic fascists.

Also I was fighting on the planet with my Dust clone, under a mercenary contract, during the event that took place...


There were lights there, very faint but unmistakable, all on the same part of the horizon. I scrambled down the ladder again as fast as my old legs would let me, found my binoculars in the house, and went back up to look again. They were definitely lights, probably from explosions. They were so far away, and so hard to make out, that I realized they were in another district, possibly on the other side of the continent. I wondered if the same thing were happening elsewhere on the planet.


One of the explosions he saw, might have been caused by me.

Great Chron.

I don't know, if an in game event of this magnitude does not engender a flutter of emotion; pride, rage whatever - there is something wrong.

I find the sniping at errors more distressing than the playful banter. As an illustrator, I like to think of EVE as a collaborative arts project, with individuals contributing their time and energies to the crazi-multi-media tapestry that is the EVE universe. That's one of the reasons the loss of EON magazine was such a blow.

Your PLEX buys you the dark arts of a talented author as well as freedom to stomp around the universe holding grudges.
So no thanks. I'm here for pride, hype and blaster-fire.

I differ. There is a bit of a schizm in the Gallente culture. There are those who see the freedoms granted by Federation rule as a sacred duty to be upheld, and there are those who take those freedoms as a license for hedonism and unlimited personal gratification. Our protagonist is clearly one of the former. It's a common thread amongst serial killers...they're "cleaning up" elements "disgusting" to them.
I also doubt that any one chronicle can tell us anything about the four empires--except by doing it one empire at a time. I don't know about the books as I've yet to read them. There is one very important bit of flavor that I got from this story. The Caldari and the Gallente are brothers, so any conflict between them will only go so far. Contrast that with the Amarr and the Minmatar. I seriously doubt that an Amarr enclave of any sort would be left if the Minmatar conquered one of their worlds, and I think we all know what would happen to any Minmatar captured in a converse scenario.

The situation on occupied Caldari Prime shows this better than anything.

He started gardening again before the invasion so this isn't possible, sorry

You could say that.

Or you could say it's a Polish Ghetto reference, from WW2.

there are many instances of Ghettos being formed.

Personally, I don't think it is.

Play EVE and produce a family; your draining my soul CCP.

Would you guys like someone to be an editor, someone with a degree in English? Your very first sentence has a grammatical error (comma splice); I didn't even attempt to proceed further, in disgust. You don't use ", and" unless you're making a list; just leave the comma out to be a conjunction of prepositional phrases.

I'd do each two or three page article for only 150 million isk.

I read the story, had an impression that it's a tale about an elderly Gallentean stuck in Caldari Prime since the return of the Caldari, and his experiences up till the Titan was down. I had an impression that it's a study of the Gallente and the Caldari, on how the Gallente aren't as good as we like to think and how the Caldari aren't so bad. Then I reached the ending, had to shake the shock out of me and then reread everything again.

CCP Abraxas. You should write a novel, you magnificent bastard.

Grammar burn!!!

Fantastic Story!
The only problem I have with it is the burying of the bodies in the garden. Burying fish is viable as fish decompose into a natural fertilizer plants can readily enjoy. Meat - Human or otherwise - is terrible fertilizer. Land animals die above ground and are eaten by various creatures from bacteria to large scavengers (like dogs). The waste these eaters produce is the fertilizer. Meat buried in the ground doesn't become fertilizer unless it's eaten by worms. If his garden truly grew to encompass both neighboring yards, it would require virtually every worm on the planet to convert that much meat.
OK, I realize it never mentions that he buried the bodies whole and unprocessed, but his fear of people finding the bodies seems to indicate that they were buried as bodies and not pre-processed.
Of course, the story also never mentions how he was able to provide food for his dog...