EVE Fiction

Hi!

This is my first creative writing piece that i've submitted to anything that wasn't a single friend or small group. Hopefully some of you like it.
I suspect it may be a little rambly (sentences started morphing into paragraphs) and quite flowery, so if you need spray me with agent orange in your replies then so be it. I'd just be happy with any little reply really.

As mentioned, this is a first crack of the whip, containing mostly conceptual ideas of eve's politics rather than any action, so I recommend you start reading from the big gap at the start, where I might one day throw in an action segment involving me getting my face flattened by a neut battleship wave. in a L4.

Please excuse any typos, i hate my keyboard and initially wrote this on notepad Also, this was originally intended for a select audience of friends, so there may be a few nasty words in there. If that's an issue I will "sweep and clear".
Welcome to my little chronicle.


Leta bid farewell to her level 3 agent, who had grown to love Leta's capabilities to quickly and efficiently deal with anything thrown at her. Their time together had boosted the agent's reputation among the task delegation program, helping bolster her credentials when she contended for a level 4 agent slot.
But Leta had no time for that, she was being passed up the line to an already established level 4 agent, who was in need of someone to take care of a particularly daring mission for her.

Apparently, Blood raiders had attacked a major convoy, killing a horrifying number of members of the Sisters of Eve. This attack had been perpetrated by Faramon Mundan, a bloodthirsty bastard in charge of a particularly violent sect of the Blood Raider's insane religious cult.





Exiting warp around the easy to warp to, and relatively safe jump gate to Sigga, Leta was instantly bombarded with sensor rays and questors from the local space transmission channels. There were multiple ships orbiting the gate. They held the curiously shaped, but still menacing forms of CONCORD's DED starships. The space police, as some capsuleers laughingly called them.
These guys were a mixed bag. They were, on the whole, good; their mandate was the protection of the Empires from Bad Guys (tm), which they occasionally took to include the empires themselves, and especially the callous behaviour of some of the more unruly of capsuleers.

Leta accepted a comm line request from the massive DED battleship that was sliding past not 5 kilometers off her bow. "State your business here. We have just suppressed a threat in this area and your arrival is suspicious."
Several wrecks littered the area, some chunks still glowing. Analysis of the expanding debris clouds suggested the suppression had taken place about 3 minutes ago. Hopefully some ******* had recently attempted some of that ganking shenanigans that was so often talked about, instead of some poor newbie just making the wrong move. Interstellar legalese could be so hard at first.

she sent them her pilot's licence info, confirming it was up to date, and sent back "I'm in system on official business for the Servant Sisters of Eve. I just needed a breather for a bit."
The pause was pregnant as the ships's sensors played over her ship's freshly battered hide. Heat exchangers were still glowing as they exhausted the last of the violent energies that the hull had been subjected to just 30 seconds before, and the armour plates were looking decidedly thin in areas. Brief scintillations of green light betrayed her armour repair systems shunting fresh armour into place from backup stores and scraping dead armour back to be preprocessed, its intricately complex energy spreading design completely burned out and shattered.
"I see." said the officer."Business."
"Do you require any assistance?" he offered. Leta wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
"The Servant Sisters of Eve can take care of themselves, thank you." Leta primly replied. There would be hell to pay if SoE ever heard she'd gotten CONCORD officials in to do their dirty work, even something as important as Revenge, or Justice, or whatever you wanted to call it, against the utter pigs that had massacred their convoy.
"Very well. If anything gets out of hand, just send us a ping, we will be in system for the next hour" Leta could tell the officer was still eyeing the slightly tarnished majesty of her heavily modified Absolution-class field command ship.
She signed off, with the feeling that the officer had been genuinely worried about her, and noted his ID down as one of the good ones, insofar as any DED officer could be described as 'good'.

Everyone knew the DED were standing over capsuleers, trying to hold them in check before they overwhelmed the galaxy. Very strict recruitment procedures supposedly kept them incorruptible, but Leta suspected it had to do with the high concentration of 'breeder' types in there. They were racist as ****, sneering at capsuleers and thinking of them as super freaks who would eventually only be a footnote in the history of humanity.
They embraced their mortality, claiming that the old should make room for their offspring, and capsuleers were stagnant minds stuck in the ideology that they grew up with, unable to achieve true societal change.
breeders tended to have large and loving families, which CONCORD paychecks certainly helped with, and they truly believed that family, genetics and society should be immortal, and individual consciousnesses must die out to allow for society to adapt to changing circumstances.
While she admitted that they had a point, Leta coudn't help but notice that the true power brokers tended to be ancient themselves, through traditional longevity treatments, and forced short term policies on their minions that would only really benefit themselves. From the heady heights of an immortal view, that these poor blinkered fools were doomed to die out completely.
Leta was musing contentedly as her camera drones kept pace with the DED Captain, when the jumpgate in the background flashed as it received a new arrival from Siggah.

Soon enough the new face showed itself. An Imperial navy Slicer, containing a single Customs officer, presumably here on special rapid dispatch to investigate the recently concluded "business" of the DED themselves, interrogating them on their actions and attempting to assert jurisdiction, if the intense comms traffic between the two factions was anything to go by. The little frigate was fast and sleek, incredibly alluring to Leta as she watched it zoom about, but she knew that it stood no chance against even the smallest DED ship here, and the gargantuan lines of the CONCORD battleship ground along its orbit path with all the stately inertia of an asteroid.

Suddenly the gate flashed again, twice, in quick succession, and Leta could tell from experience that these were big, whatever they were. She experienced a twinge of unease, with her repair systems still replenishing the last of her armour reserves, then she remembered the DED were right next to her, and for all the problems she foresaw in their relationship, she was still their charge to protect, and two battleships would have to be very committed to cause her harm before they were 'brought to justice'.

Sure enough, two massive chunks of humanity faded into reality. A couple of Amarr customs craft, part of the Imperial Navy to be precise, which began also circling the scene and jockeying for position with the DED vessels. not quite openly seeking tactical advantage, but attempting to assert their rules of spacelane etiquette over the CONCORD representatives.
The slicer filled them in with short intense bursts of data, and the Amarr vessels proceeded to ramp up the aggression of their maneuverings, and began grilling the DED about their actions. This close to the border with the CONCORD owned systems, the local Amarrian authorities were keen to see their authority recognised. The DED fleet commander was in for a trying time, as his onboard lawyer protocols began their contest with that of the Amarr battleships. The guns of the DED battleshp and the pair of Armageddons lay silent on their flanks, full of potential. Both sides knew the Amarr were easily outmatched here, it showed in the precautions they were taking not to sound too plaintive as they stressed the need for Imperial Navy presence at all Capital Punishments enacted by the DED.

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https://forums.eveonline.com/default.aspx?g=posts&t=284381

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