EVE Fiction

Can You feel it? It starts subtle. A repeating mysterious sound, slowly creeping from your feet inside your bones, up towards your stomach. The music gets louder, the feeling stronger. You are aligned, you feel the tensity. The music gets louder and louder, up to your heart, and there you see it. Your overview gets flashing red, and your Fleet Commander performs a heroic menoeuvre, warping you and the rest of the fleet out before the hostile interdictors can trap anyone.
‘Turn 180° degrees! Realign to the hostiles.’ My drake is just aligned, when half a second later the Fleetwarp brins us back to the enemy – in perfect range for our deadly missiles. Always keeping range to our Commander, we are like a mindless swarm, leaded by the mere will of our mighty Fleetcommander. Listen and obey.

It is a well oiled machinery. He gives orders, I obey. And so does everyone else. I am concentrated when suddenly I see something red flashing. I am getting targetted. Just a single small tower cannon, and it’s slowly nibbling on my shields, but I do not ask for shield repair, our logistic has enough other more urgent targets. But not even one minute passes when a single scimitar targets me and repairs my shield up again. How do they do that? How does everyone do that? How does the FC know that where the hostile fleet will come from? How does he keep track of the greater sceme? The possible entrances to cut off our way, the possible exits for us to avoid them, or maybe set up traps for them. How can our logistics find the time to repair a single drake which does not ask for shield, when there are so many members in fleet? I do not know, I do not have to know. I am a drone. Listen and obey. But it works.

The enemy fleets are slowly diminishing. I am a drone, a nobody. I can and will be replaced if I do one mistake. The leadership is hard and elitist, and they misprize us drone-like soldiers. Especially me, being new , inexperienced. So why do I do all this? I do not know. But here it is again. The dark and cold feeling of insignificancy and loneliness inside my heart, knowing I am just a minor thing in the vast endless space. All this mixed together with the overwhelming soundtrack of this game creates a very precious concoction. A concoction which leaves a bittersweet taste. A taste I would usually avoid, but something about EvE just makes me accept that taste. Even enjoy it. ‘Never trust anyone in eve!’ One of the first things I got tought, back then in my very first days in this huge universe. It was good times aswell, a bunch of Newbies becoming friends, building up a corporation and having a lot of fun. The construct failed one day, and then I got called into the most dangerous places of the universe. Rallied under a different corporation, I search my fortune. It is a harsh and cold one. ‘We are outnumbered, but we will not retreat. We will die like men.” Listen and obey. ‘Yes, Sir!’ I think. The music is getting agitated, getting a heroic hue. Coincidence? The war evolves into a multiple front-line conflict, more and more ships of my fellow comrade-in-arms are exploding, and we continue shooting. The moment has come, yellow blinking turning red. Adrenaline flushes trough my body – a good mix together with that music. One last moan of my beloved drake, and then there was silence.