EVE Fiction

Based off of Independence War II: Edge of Chaos
Beyond is pure fiction! I've done a little research to convert I-War to EVE, so give me at least a little credit!






They came.
Just like they came to every frontier mankind has ever had.
Men, women and children, left the safety of home and came to the cruelest edge of space.
They came looking for opportunity. A chance to make it big, a lucky strike.
Engineers, traders and miners came in their thousands, to a new place where just a little hardship, would earn them a better life.

After all: Justice dictates that is exactly what should happen.

But here, on the very rim of null-sec, justice is a long way away...





Deep within solar system Z-RFE3, Zion to some of it’s more prominent inhabitants from Ubuntu Inc., in the second known asteroid belt of the fifth planet named “Nexu” was under the process of being strip-mined by independent miners from a variety of groups. The communications channel was abuzz with organization, warnings of local Sansha pirates about and most of all: idle chatter and harmless banter.
A total composition of over fifty-eight-something ships scattered around the belt grabbing minerals like there was no tomorrow. A lone Hulk-class exhumer was mining Arkonor with a Venture-class mining frigate slowly orbiting it at five-hundred meters, and gracefully weaving between the Hulk’s trio of strip miners.

In the cockpit of the Hulk, an array of buttons, knobs and switches surrounded a central command chair, where an aging man with a worn look on his face. Felix Johnston looked like a man in his mid-to-late fifties, and had his hands firmly gripped around a pair of joysticks at either side of him.
His jump suit was covered in filth from resent repairs he made to the Ore Conveyor System, but now he was back to sitting in his pilot and command chair.

Felix had made preparations for his son, Cal Johnston, to not be left alone when--
An alarm sounded, and the Arkonor rock ten kilometers from him shattered as it’s valuable portions was extracted, and a chunk flew past the exhumer and nearly colliding with the mining frigate, but the tiny frigate managed to dodge it with lightning reflexes.
“Hey! Watch it!” Felix’s twelve year old son shouted over the private channel.

Felix threw his head into the headrest of his command chair and couldn’t help but smirk at his son’s outburst.
“Sorry, Cal. ‘must be getting old.”

The Venture frigate slowed to a stop next to the Hulk, the frigate being minute in comparison.
Felix looked to his left, the cockpit of Cal’s Venture clearly visible. He would probably seen his son if it wasn‘t for the cockpit‘s opaque viewports.
“You move pretty fast in your old age,” Felix remarked.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” Cal sarcastically replied. He then quickly, almost desperately asked, “So what’d you get me then?”

Felix glanced at the Venture, and avoiding the question he looked at his equipment manifest. He had lost a mining drone when the rock shattered, and was now embedded inside a nearby piece of the floating, rocky debris.
“Oh would you look at that, I lost the mining drone again. I’m going to have to burn it out. Can you drop me some Acolytes?”

“Mm. Okay.” Cal mumbled disappointedly as he flew towards a nearby cargo container to fetch the drones for his father.

Avoided that question, for now. Felix muttered in his head.


As Cal neared the container, he was able to see the manifest. After grabbing the Acolytes as instructed, he began to fly back towards the exhumer. Almost being a teenager, Cal didn’t fight the urge to speak his mind, “We’ve got plenty more drones, why not just fit another? It’ll take an age to get that one out.”

Felix sighed. Cal didn’t have any idea of the financial situation he was in with Caleb Maas, an unruly businessman who had debt pretty much written across Felix’s neck like a noose.
“You know I can’t afford to leave it there.”

As Felix said this, Cal was already watching the Acolytes float unmanned and powered down towards the Hulk’s open drone bay. As they entered the control field they automatically activated and locked into the free drone launch clamps within the bay.
“Locked and loaded!” Cal shouted as though he’d rehearsed it.

“Thanks,” Felix said as he launched the newly fitted Acolytes, watching them fly towards the floating rock with the imprisoned mining drone, “That should do the trick.”
Felix pressed a button on his left armrest command panel and instructed the drones to destroy the rock surrounding the mining drone. They began their work and Felix looked at his clock. 22:43 New Eden Standard Time, or NEST. Caleb would be here soon.

“Cal, you knock off now, you get yourself back home before it gets too busy.” Felix said, hoping Cal wouldn't see through the lie, ships were in fact dwindling and only a handful remained.

Cal protested, “But I wanna stay and help out!”

“You’ve been a big help, but uh, I’m just about finished now,” Felix regretted to say. But he hoped to lighten the mood by adding, “And with it being your birthday and all, well you never know what might be waiting for you.”

Felix could only imagine the cocky look his son’s face was making when Cal replied, “Oh, so you have got me something... What is it!?”

Felix couldn’t contain his grin.
“Go home and you’ll see,” Felix said. “Anyhow, I’ve got some blasting to do and I need you out of the way.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dad. I’ll see you later!”

As the Venture aligned towards Griffin’s Door and primed to warp, Felix closed the private channel before muttering in sarcastic hope, “I just hope you don’t get along...”



With a sigh, he began planting mines.