EVE Fiction

Long ago he had attempted to discover his origin, and his real name, but his search was almost fruitless until he stumbled across a lead in an outlying system. A handful of medical documents and a few dozen murders later, he learned that he was never truly born and that he was part of some program called Genesis. The program was hidden from the major powers of the galaxy at the time, though it didn’t stay hidden for long. Capsuleers, they called them, eventually. He was part of the initial program, created in a lab, and unable to die. He was no one and the discovery had sent his mental state spiraling.

Caelix stepped off the loading ramp of his ship onto the deck of the hangar bay, his mostly naked body feeling alien outside of his pod. Stations were always so strangely warm. Even the metal floor beneath his bare feet felt hot. His head began to pound as the myriad of reverberations from the station’s various systems and passing ships hit him like a hammer. He groaned and hurried off the deck, eager to get inside to less noise.

His captain’s quarters were just as he had left them when he had procured them from their former owner. The poor pilot’s blood stain still lingered on the wall. Caelix smirked at the sight.

The fool thought he could fight me. He had gall at least.

He turned his attention back toward the armory, which housed several sets of his modified equipment and the computer system capable of outfitting his ship for him. He selected his favored ship from the list and went about configuring the turrets and bays, allowing for the most speed and stealth he could get without sacrificing durability. There was no need for extreme firepower. Not this time.

Once the configuration was finished, Caelix turned to his modified equipment and took a small cloaking device that he had had re-engineered to work on his person, rather than a ship. He had murdered the man who made it for him the instant it had been completed and tested. It was one of a kind. His lips curled into an almost fond smile as he recalled the memory.

A messy kill, but I could see the Nothingness in his eyes as life slipped from him. Lucky bastard.

Hearing the notification that his ship outfitting had been completed by the dock systems, Caelix turned from his armory and headed toward the deck, affixing the cloaking device around his neck like jewelry. As he approached the deck, he stood back, inspecting and admiring the ship briefly.

It was an older styled interceptor class with an overhauled interface and warp core. He had had it coated a deep crimson and reinforced with newer metals, as well as had advanced cloaking modules installed. It was a ship in a class all of its own, and it was nearly invisible to everything. It was his Demon. His most prized ship. The ship he hoped to find that sweet Nothingness in.

Maybe this time.

Pleased with what he saw, Caelix hurried back to the armory to gather the rest of what he would need. He grabbed several viciously curved combat knives and a set of sleek crimson clothing. Guns would be too loud. He was going to have to do this the fun way.

The thought of seeing the Nothingness in the Governors eyes excited him. He hurried back to his ship and secured his equipment in the bay with his pod. Caelix settled into the capsule and let the ectoplasmic liquid surround him once more.

Now, let’s find out where our little coward is hiding.

He opened communications with a locater agent within the station, masking his image with that of what locals had come to know as Dread Spector. Several moments passed before the link was established. A rather portly man appeared; his hair was a mess and the stain of lipstick could be seen dotting his face and neck. His voice was gruff.

“This had better be good, those girls aren’t chea…oh, Dread…” His voice faltered a bit as he turned his face to the communications. He cleared his throat before continuing, attempting to appear professional. “How might I assist you today?”

Amusing.

“I need to find the Governor of Rax Prime. Do it fast enough and I may even buy you a few more hours with those girls of yours”

The agent seemed to brighten at that. “R…Right away! Give me just a moment.”

Simple minded fool.

Dread undocked Demon and began testing its maneuverability while awaiting a response. The sleek ship turned and twisted, sometimes before he even thought about it. It was part of him. It reacted the same way his body would to any situation, almost instantly.

As he completed a series of evasive maneuvers, the portly man reappeared with a cheerful grin. “I’ve found him! He’s less than ten jumps from you. Hiding in an abandoned medical facility, or at least the records say it was abandoned. There should be little to no security at the actual facility itself. I’m sending you the coordinates now.”

Dread transferred a large sum of kredits and closed the communications once he had confirmed the coordinates. He had given the agent three times his normal price.

Perhaps the girls will give him a heart attack before I return to kill him myself.

He chuckled at the thought. With the money he had just given the agent, the prostitutes might even kill the man themselves. Greed was a powerful tool in New Eden, even more so in these parts of space.

Demon aligned to the destination stargate and began accelerating, jumping into warp within seconds. The sheer speed of the ship brought Dread within a single jump of his target in mere moments. He sent Demon through a combination of spins and rolls once more and then dove through the gate.

Let’s see what the fool bought to protect him.

Excellent beginning! Why are you stopping??!!

Write MOAR!! (holy crap, I didnt just earn his ire, did I?)

Very good start, seriously. Don't be shy!

yes...MOAR!!

(whipcrack)

*still looking for that #2 pencil*

Glad you guys enjoyed it!


@Seraph - Thank you for the criticism! I didn't really notice it until I read your post and read back through. I'll look into altering it a bit. The problem is that I introduced his "name", but it is later down the line, and up until then it's either Capsuleer or "he". Not sure what else I could throw in there in the mean time until his "name" is revealed. Any ideas?

Perhaps rotating "Dread" (shortened version) and "the Mercenary".

Since this is a "solo" person, you could probably add "the killer" or such....

Just some ideas.

Good Story i will subscribe to this thread and see where it leads. My only one Gripe is



I assume the main character is a pod pilot. unless i read it wrong. We think where we are going and tell the ship where to go with our minds. We plot where we are going and everything else this way. The inside of the pod is smooth and just filled with goo. :)

thats all good work otherwise

Replaced the original with the revised version above!

Let me know if that's better or worse!


I still have a LOT of room left to finish the story, so I have more wiggle room for improvements on the beginning if need be.

Cheers!

Seems to flow a lot better than it did before. Grats!

Will be good to see the rest of the story when its done.

Finished the story today and added a link to the final product.


Note: The structure got a bit wonky on me when I copied it over from Microsoft Word, so the indents might be a tad off, but oh well.


Enjoy!

And let me know what you think!

Good to hear! Thanks!