EVE Fiction

This is a first short story for me with many parts to come if people want more.

A Relic of Old
Part 1


A lifeless ship drifts through an unknown area of space, its crew dead floating inside, frozen to death from the cold emptiness of space. A hole in a Loki's hull from a battle once fought, a pod pilot, sleeping, dreaming........

"Daddy, come play games with us daddy, take us to the mountains of the Eldars again"....... a vivid flash of a child pulling at a persons hand..... "NOOO!! I will not become a pod pilot for the Matari clans!!!"..... another flash .... a procedure in a lab......

"Help me".. Whispers the voice of a woman.


"Ghhaaaahhh", a man wakes up, trying to scream... nothing comes out of his mouth only the thoughts in his mind, wriggling and trying to move, thrashing his hands around in what he believes is water or a thick sludge. A small overview turns on inside his mind stunning the man, a flashing heart rate pulse and statistics of his body envision his mind, he remembers, he takes a deep breath, he can breathe, he remembers where he is, his heart rate slows down and a small voice activates.

"System analysis complete..... Life support systems offline emergency reserves active, Engine systems critical 2% capacity for solar wind speed, Shields offline, Armour plating.... 0% all armour depleted please check in at a nearby station for refitting.... , Hull integrity....." A red light flashes "EMERGENCY!!!"...." Hull Integrity is critical, ship structure is 96% damaged and bulk heads are failing, critical systems are offline, urgently seek ship repairs, chance of hull collapse on decks 1-22 98%, chance of engines exploding 99%, chance of ship survival 0.0000000000000000000001%" The overview dims out of view and pusles back on and off again the machines calming voice becomes static and becomes silent...... Darkness falls on the mans mind.

"ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" the man trys to scream again banging his hands against the sides of a metalic wall, the watery sludge sliding his hands off it. "Calm the matari down" he thinks to himself as his pulse slows and he regains his train of thought. "The battle....... oh god the transport ships", his mind races trying to peace together the battle, Minmatar special ops, special cargo....no one can get it...... Blood radiers..... with those two words in his mind he immediately focus's his thoughts on his ship computer.

"Destiny", the computer visor in his mind returns, "Cargo hold status" he orders.... "acknowledged" the calm voice says, "performaning cargo hold checks please wait".... with that the visor goes dark.....and the calm cool voice goes away "damn!!!" he thinks, he remembers more, the damage to his systems, the AI could only process data at an extremely slow rate... it could be days... weeks..... a month before it completes any scanning tasks. He remembers the last request, a full systems check after the battle before he asked the AI to put him into a coma for safety reasons to keep him alive and as sane as possible.

"Now what", his thoughts begin racing on the battle, how long it could have been since the last system check, how long was he in a coma for, and why has no one found him yet?. "Destiny cameras, and space data"... in that moment of thought he felt the ship change, being a pod pilot he was in touch with his ships almost like an extension of his body. The ship begins to shake and screech, a visor appears again, "YES!!!" he thinks as the display off a camera drone is displayed to him. With his mind he orders the drone to tilt/turn and pan scouring the vast area of space, "Where the hell am I?, I don't recognise any of these stars", "No space data available" the ships AI says.

His mind wonders again thinking to himself, "Destiny, the pride of the Krusual tribe, floating in unknown space, battered, beaten, a shell of its former self, and not a single living or dead thing about outside in the vast deep ocean of spa......","thump" his train of thought cut silent as a body.... a Matari boy floats into view of the camera drone... his mind snaps into a flashback, the survivors... he rescued survivors from the transport ships.... and with that his mind eases back to reality, a build up of sorrow races in his heart as the body floats away from the camera drone into the dark emptiness of space. "I'm going to kill those Blood Raiders" he mutters in his mind as the situation becomes clear he can't do anything.

"Recall camera drone", he orders, and the camera drone begins its return to its bay on the ship, causing the hull to screech and groan as the drone re-docks. "Destiny...." he pauses for a moment... "Put me in a coma again, wake me upon completion of the cargo bay scans" he asks.....no conformation comes from the ships AI, "Destiny???".... silence.... "Great, just what I need" his nerves begin reaching popping point. "Any normal person could just shut their eyes and go to sleep" he thinks, "but as a pod pilot once I'm in a ship my brain is always on and sleeping is impossible without a drug induced coma of which this hulk of a ship has to monitor round the clock to make sure I don't stay that way.... as has happened many times before..." his thoughts become blurred, his pulse is lowering, respiratory systems turn on as his body relax's.... A serum injected into his skull.... peace....

"Sleep..... almost like heaven for a godless wonder", his last thought as he drops into a coma, the ship switch's off all systems again while the cargo check is completed......

Outside many eyes of red are watching, scanning, detecting, waiting............waiting for a reason, a reason to take what they want, what they need, what they desire........

Part 3

The sun behind a distant planet begins to peak out from the sides, basking the battered loki drifting through space in all its glory, the brown hue of colour from the Loki reflects back its beating heart. A ship of pride, a ship of glory, a ship of destiny.......

"Help me Bextron" Whispers a voice, "Help us save our people"..........

The pod pilot wakes from his coma smoother then last time, this time ready for the abrupt awakening from the shock of adrenaline and chemicals flooding his body, stimulating his brain and all the nerves in his body like a crack of lightning. "Damn it!!.... who is that woman and why do I know her voice so well" he asks as the visor image in his brain appears with his pulse and body statistics, less of a stressful awakening this time he thinks, "Hmpf" he grunts in his mind "Guess I wasn't under long this time", "Destiny status report" he orders through his mind, and with it the AI responds.... this time.

"Cargo hold status complete..... Cargo hold is 98% secure, minor damage to cargo bay doors, minor damage to ammunition supply' and general cargo" the AI ends its transmission to the shock of the pod pilot. "Destiny what about the status of Covert cargo??" he asks, "Covert cargo information is not available due to secure permissions required for scanning" the AI explains. "Typical" he thinks, "Well at least I know its there at least, and didn't blow out the gaping hole of the ship into space" he sighs in relief.

He begins to think on the situation, he can't self destruct as the cargo could be lost or found but he can't stay in his pod forever, the pod can only keep him alive and bodily sustained for so long before the AI self destructs the body to transmit the brain wave mapping to a new clone. "What the hell am I going to do in this broken ass piece of a ship, can't fly, can't warp, can't defend myself, hell I haven't even checked the guns are working yet let alone the subspace communications network relay" he ponders on his next course of action while the AI warms up the pod goo to keep his body temperatures at optimal temperatures since his re-awakening.

The AI springs to life projecting an image of a face, its crackling and distorted due to the damage to its systems. "Pilot Bextron Lucktra, I regret to inform you that I can not put you back into any more comas due to fluctuations in my system that was the last time I can do such a thing" the AI regretfully explains as if sounding like its alive and caring about its pilot. "Great..." He sighs, trying to sound happy he doesn't have to wake up with a bolt of lightning coming out his back side again. "Destiny what are my options?" he asks, the AI takes awhile to respond... "Options are limited pilot, self destruction is an option but will result in loss of cargo, you can try short range echo bursts to see if anyone picks up but that could be anyone" the AI stops talking.

"Not much for options are you Destiny" he laughs in his mind, "Surely you as an AI have a survival need as much as myse......" he stops talking, as a pod pilot knowing when your ship is moving is one of the first things they teach you as a pilot, understanding the sway and swing of a ship in space, almost like swimming under water just with 5000-1 Million kg of mass packed onto your backside. "**** the ships moving!!!!" he panics, "DESTINY STATUS REPORT AND OUTSIDE CAMERA DRONE NOW!!!!". The Visor appears from his camera drone as the ship screech's and groans and his panic turns almost into a heart attack......" SLEEPERS!!!" "OH ****!!!!!" he panics madly thinking of what to do, how to shake them off the ship before they turn his ship into small pieces of scrap metal in space including himself.

"Unknown ships common tongue name Sleepers, they are pushing the ship towards a structure nearby approximately 359km away" the AI explains calmly which isn't helping Bextron at all. His heart beat alleviated now, sweating, which only happens when a pod pilot is under extremely stressful situations slowly starts to taint the goo around him. "Destiny how many ships on sensor display to my overview" he asks abruptly. The visor appears in his mind, 2 ships only frigate sized, nothing else..... "Destiny are the guns working?" he asks, the AI takes its time in answering..."DESTINY NOW!!!!" he screams in his mind towards his AI.

The sleepers outside start to broadcast a signal almost as if to summon for help, almost like they know what's going on, almost like they can hear what the pod pilot is trying to do. There cameras fixed on the ship almost like they are scanning constantly trying to think of solutions to problems they don't even know exist yet. The cold black metal of their ship hulls soaks in the suns rays, almost like a black hole sucking in everything into its cold dark malice exterior.


"Guns are operational and working at 99% efficiency".............