EVE Fiction

This is the adventure that the last Decade of Eve brought me in my five years of playing. Finished after deadline for

first decade of Eve competition but enjoy... If its good enough perhaps Baltasar Kormákur will see it lol


I started playing eve online and was immediately drawn into the aspect of Faction warfare by seeing the advertisements for
the Pax Amarria near the jump gates and imagining the threat of Amarr propaganda being the forefront of a invasion of
Minmatar high sec. Guess I was hoping for sovernty and conquering systems even before Sovereignty as we now know it
existed. However my wanting to just jump into the action without reading everything lead me into noob things like fitting
a Rifter with railguns and not having core skills like shows how new I was and on that note I joined FW but was much a
noob that I ended up rage quitting.

Then I talked to a friend of a friend in my martial arts class who also played eve, he invited me to join his corporation
in something new called wormhole space. The Fraternal order of Killer Squibs. Dargon Swift not only taught me how to play
and be profitable but made Eve online fun for me.

From doing level 4 missions as a fleet to standing guard cloaked at a wormhole, while the fleet was ratting for melted
nanoribbons in WH space, I sharpened my industry skills and my pvp teeth in the Wormhole that my corp "owned" since our
founder had split from one of the original corps to enter WH space, Endless Night.

I will never forget barely making it out of the WH in a fight with Psychotic Society just before the countdown to war
ended, in my armor tanked Typhoon Fleet Issue with only %5 structure left. I almost lost my new shiny ship after ramming
their CEO's Dominix and turning on my row of T2 Heavy Energy Neutralizers, the long point of my Bow stabbing him and
causing him to rotate enough that his ship blocked the way of his fleet mate's Apocalypse. This grabbed the attention of
all of the enemy fleet and my friends were able to make it out safely. As my ship went to half armor I knew it was time to
get out and I remember the sound of my female fleet mate's voice in my ear "come ON Joe..." as I right click and followed
the links to enter the wormhole, just on muscle memory. I held my breath as I watched the Apocalypse just misses the tail
of my ship and eat the fire from my 100MN Microwarpdrive.
In case you are saying WTF, I designed the ship to bump targets off of the WH and put large web drones on it and I drain
the capacitor while the fleet makes the kill.

Sometimes the accident of warping to close to a POS and getting decloaked by its guns can turn into a long lasting
adventure. Such was the case of Nwi Mar, what started as a miss click turned into the advancement of FRAKS to a new level.
Nwi was a rather wealthy and slightly board older man in RL who dedicated a lot of time and effort into Eve Online. Nwi
was a great instructor to all of us on probing, with the ability to know the needed signal that would be the next WH by
range and signal strength. Than later how to navigate Nulsec avoiding all bubbles and gate camps. Nwi would even probe out
the WH every day at exactly the right time. Back in the old days you would need to probe down the signature, create a
bookmark, warp to a station while composing a corp mail and making copies of the bookmark than depositing the bookmarks
into a corp contract.

On one of the trips to station he found himself talking to a new player of eve and made a long lasting contact with
a Bosnian player who subsequently brought in other players from his homeland into the Corp (one of wich I was less than fifty miles from in Michigan) . This combined with the finding of a lost POS and deciding not to blow it up made the merger of Lard Corp into FRAKS possible. Those actions turned the Fraternal Association of killer Squibs into an International Corporation with members in such diverse time zones that we could plausibly strike or defend ourselves at any time of the day.

After a few more wars and a lot of fun like circling around the WH in Disco ships, keeping tight formations and imagining
the look on someone's face as they enter Wormhole space for the first time just to be immediately destroyed and podded by
smartbombs. Our leader got a little board with things and so we had a long group conversation and decided to get into
Nulsec.

That's when I experienced first had getting hell camped, gaining and loosing Sovereignty and the closing of Alliances at
the hand of legendary alliances like Pandemic Legion and Northern Coalition. Some of our Alliances like THE-FEDERATION
fell apart due to poor decisions from the top while some appeared just to be created for the profit of the Alliance CEO. I
say this because of the CEO's amazing ability to get only their own stuff to safety before the enemy bubbles appeared all
around us from a fleet that somehow knew our POS passwords.

In the end of our Nulsec Alliance escapades, the corporation slowly dwindled down to a few members that were unable to
hold on to our deep space home. While some of our members joined the other Nulsec alliance corps like our closest comrades Eye of God, some got more experience in RvB and some joined the elite mercenary corps such as Noir., a few of us stayed in the dying out corp.

I personally made a lot of ISK with Planetary Interaction, however sitting alone in a POS with all of the customs offices
under our control and tax set to zero, making Organic Mortar Applicators. I realized that I had not seen my friend log on
with his Capital ships for quite some time, and I could tell the good times were about to end. So I was not all that
surprised when I came back to a warp bubble instead of a POS after I had to take a few weeks away from the game for work.