EVE Fiction

Way back before I became a capsuleer I was a baseline pilot, yeah I had a taste for the great nothingness between the stars since I was a kid. Naturally I studied astronomics and engineering and geology because the ore floating in space promised to build the future. It was rough and tumble in those days, Concord was quick to blast you out of space for just about any violent action you took part in. But the life in stations was the stuff of legends! The bars, the booze, the drugs, the women! It was all there if you had the right amount of isk in your pocket or goods in your cargo hold.

Smuggling was good business back then, the people on the planets wanted a little of everything, legal or not, so more then a few of us saw that they got it, for the right price, that is. Sure, I did lot of legal mining and hauling freight, sometimes courier jobs for governors or big corporations, if it made isk I entertained a proposal to do it. My crew were all loyal Caldari state brats like me, looking for a way up and out of that rat race we were born into, and willing to risk our lives to get the isk that would deliver us from ever falling back down into the hell of baseline poverty.

I was a good crewmen, hard working, good in a fight, and loyal to a fault. Our captain knew we had his back, but he drank a bit too much and gambled even more. I also liked a little taste from time to time and thought of myself as a good card player, I had a face no one has ever been able to read, so bluffing comes easy for me.

I was involved in a high stakes game of cards with some Gallente freighter-men and I was doing pretty good in to them for quite a bit of their recent profits from the sad looks on their faces, when my rather inebriated captain shows up with their equally sloshed captain in tow. They wanted in the game. None of us at the table outranked them so they plopped themselves down and proceeded to up the ante significantly. To make a long story short before the night ended I was the proud owner of two fine ships, one Caldari and one Gallente. It was the start of my road to being a capsuleer, a night of gambling and winning, beating the odds, that allowed me to climb out of poverty.

But that same night as I sat at the bar toasting my good fortunes at the card table and old spacer called me over to his table, now I had seen this old guy many times before and he was kind of a relic around the Jita station, he had been flying as long as anyone could remember and he had seen and done everything. So when he wants to chat, you humor him.

“Sit down lad, well done, I knew you'd find a way to make Captain one day, at least no blood was spilled, you did it all legal with witnesses and everything.” He clasped my hand in both of his and motioned for me to sit down. We did and then the barmaid came by and I ordered dinner for us both, to this day I don't know why I did, it just felt like the thing to do. “You are generous young Captain, thank you kindly for the meal, at my age when the jobs don't come as quickly as they use to, every free meal is a blessing.” He looked at me hard as if sizing me up before he continued, “I have a few things to tell you young Captain, so hear me out, this old space rat has no reason to lie to you.” I looked him up and down and realized he was right, he had nothing to gain by telling me lies, he was too old to ask for a crew assignment, and he had his own ship, such as it was.

“Young Captain I need to warn you about the Jove.” Now this of course caused me to raise my eyebrows in disbelief and doubt. Not many people had direct experience with the Jove, sure they were real but so rare as to be all but mythical for actual intents and purposes. The grizzled space rat went on, “I've seen their ships, out there in the void, fast and powerful they are. They held me and my crew for three days once, decades ago. They were curious about how humanity was progressing, that's what they told us at the time. We were an unarmed mining ship so we couldn't blast our way out of trouble, we had to see it through. The Jove are not quite still human young Captain, they are augmented with all kinds of cybernetics and artificial prosthesis, like death had taken them but technology keeps pulling them back like some kind of soulless automotom. They remember what it is to be human in an intellectual fashion but not with any emotion or passion.” Naturally I had to ask him, “What did you ask them about?” in a hostage situation a Captain had to speak up for his crew everyone knows that. Well first I asked if my crew and ship would be released unharmed and undamaged. They promised the crew would be unharmed and the ship would be improved. Now I knew Jove tech was light years ahead of anything we were using in the state back then so it kind of set me at ease thinking I'd come through things better then I'd started out. Next I asked why they had so little contact with the rest of the New Eden population. They said a long time ago they had selected a different path, a path that the rest of humanity was afraid to take, a path that they would blaze with the power of their intellect and the surgical skills of their technology. Then I asked why they came back and why they watch us from a distance sometimes in deep space. The answers to those questions is what I have to share with you young Captain.”

The barmaid came back just then with our food and served us a wonderful hot meal, one of the best I ever remember eating in the Jita station and I had dined in some of their better restaurants so it really surprised the heck out of me.

The EVE fiction portal should have a section where we could all post our personal origin stories if we choose to. Good back ground on how you got started flying spaceships.

Just make a wiki page for your character? Look at my profile if you need an idea of what it would look like.