EVE Fiction

I am filled with a sense of emptiness as I stay motionless in my ship.

In my pod I am like a baby, an unborn baby in the womb, my mother, my ship.

The clear goo I float in is my amniotic fluid.

If my pod is like a womb then being born that all capsuleers dread.

Painless it may be me for me , the same can’t be said for my mortal crew.

To me a hull breach means my mind is transferred to another body, for my crew it means

permanent death.


My chat blinks, another pilot wants help, my mind comes alive, my senses sharpen

with the power of my thought I can move my behemoth vessel, it’s mind over matter in a literal

sense.

My engines rawls to life, I will my ship to turn and it twists and changes direction by 180 degrees

to align to the stargate.


Its movements akin to an ocean faring vessel riding the waves and dancing with the wind for a

few brief moments those are the thoughts that came to me.


but I quickly release that I am in space, no waves, no wind, just the blackness of the abyss

illuminated by the flickering candle light of a star many light years away.


I am no longer motionless, but i feel just as empty.


Maybe it’s not the space that is empty, but me.

This opened up a lot of thought for me. I have never really thought about what the crew does. I don't think anyone does. It's just what we do, we buy a sip, it comes with crew then we die. What are the crew for? Why are we so ignorant to their personal lives? They probably have a family somewhere in the cluster but that doesn't mean a thing to us. It's actually kind of a sad thought.

"In other news, fleet of 40+ capsuleer ventures outfitted for battle gets brutally destroyed by a terrorist group called New Order. The ships pilots are being reanimated at an undisclosed location. As for the crew of these ships, they were less fortunate. With no way to rebound after death a total of 1400 men and women are permanently lost to the void of spa- *shuts off neocom tv to go fit a new battle venture*"