EVE Fiction

Rest in peace members of the Minmatar warship “Navajo” and the lost Usra'Khan fleet in Oyonata

Hetara was a young woman, some twenty one solar cycles in age. But what she lacked in physical size and maturity for a Minmatar warrior she made up for in her ferocity. Not the type of rage some of the Matari warriors were famous for but a calm and planned aggression that she believed she was so in control of.

Every aspect of her life was geared towards her goal: to free her people and bring them the equal chance to control their destiny the way she controlled hers. She was always quiet never the conversationalist; she was a calculator, knowing the odds and being right on the edge. The more she became enraged at the Amarr the more focused her life became. Her rage was a river that grew deeper and more narrow. To the untrained eye that river might look weak from above. But the fast moving deep waters can cut great canyons through the hardest rock.

She never thought of her parents as slaves. To her they were born in to a life that for most people would be ideal. Her mother and father before she ran away from home at the age of fifteen were contempt. She would be raising cattle herself had it not been for the one thing she knew she had to have; it was the power to control her destiny. She didn't think the Amarr masters as evil, after all they believed their purpose was just and divine. But she couldn't live under some one else idea of what her life should be like and she couldn't have that for her people.

After she left Amarr space, a stowaway on a freighter full of meat she ended up in Hek “Are you sure you want to go here kid? You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy” said Obi, a friendly old man, a refugee, another stowaway that had helped her escape the Amarr empire. But despite being afraid for her life she knew this is where she needed to start.

She thought about all of that, now, confident in her ability to survive after years of rigorous training in the Minmatar stronghold of Isbrabata she stood as the lieutenant in charge of fleet comms or “FC” Her captain a “Blade Commander” in the Minmatar militia known to some as the Wy'oming Fox was a quiet but driven man. Like her a survivor, aggressive for the cause but someone who could mold their emotions to a single purpose. He had been named at birth for a mystical animal on some far away land, an animal that was known for survival and solitude.

She knew that her captain had survived the battle of Aset, however, he was briefly in charge of a doomed Minmatar fleet. He had survived through a gift he was given at birth. The gift of reincarnation given to the “capsuleers”. His being an immortal capsuleer had not factored in to her decision to serve in the Minmatar militia. Like most people her age she simply didn't think of her own death. So much to look forward to.

But no more time for recollection. The Amarr fleet had finally been spotted. Earlier in the day some of her comrades had been forced from this system, now they were the aggressors. Trying to bait and pursue the Amarr fleet back to Sahtogas. They sat in system as she listened to the scouts reporting in over comms the fleet composition of the doomed Amarr fleet.

Surely the Amarr had not expected a ten ship fleet with two Gallente logistics support vessels. A mix of cruisers and light on electronic warfare, the fleet commander was confident the Amarr would die at their hands today. Calls were coming through over comms, her responsibility to make sure were sent to the right people..

“zzzzzt. Harbinger, Harbinger, Augorer, Harbinger...zzzzt... there is a legion and” She was surprised, this was not the fleet they had thought would come to them in Oyonata. Ships from the Amarr base in Sahtogas had undocked and they were headed right for her fleet. Another voice broke through on comms, it was General Lowhyres “Jump back through the gate in to Oyonata, logi get at range.” In a surprisingly masculine voice.

The fleet jumped through and waited. It was dead quiet as the thousands of crew on board the fleet listened to the open comms. No more stories of late nights with girlfriends or boasts of beers drank the previous night. Then in an instant the jump gate thundered, strained by billions of tons of Amarr metal as if to say “The meek have no place here, you invited lightning and tempted thunder, now you reap what you sow”

A harbinger appeared followed by....more. This was going to be more of a fight than they had planned but at this time there was simply no time for thought, fall back on to confidence, training and faith in your leaders. These capsuleers have died many times and have knowledge none of us could ever hope to have from their immortality.

The order was given to fire on the first battle cruiser Despite a vacuum in space the violence was loud. The armor plating of the first battle cruiser looked like a million golden raptors had taken flight off of its surface as the Minmatar guns pounded on it with everything. The Amarr ship was being hurt badly. Hetara thought of those aboard and wondered what it must be like.

“Overheat, thirty percent armor, he is getting reps” The captains pushed their ships to the point of thermal destruction but at this point the Harbinger would not take any more damage. The Amarr fleet had added superior logistic support that the Minmatar scouts had not known about. Perhaps because of the original adrenaline of the first volley it had not been noticed but the space was now more colorful.

This was an actual account of a fleet battle held late at night the day after Christmas 2012. I was supposed to make a FC's report but decided to do it in story, enjoy.