EVE Fiction

(Okay, moved all here since... well, I thought the fiction group was about fanfiction. This is more or less my rp/fanfiction for the game.)

Born in the backwaters of the amarrian empire, Ex was sold at a young age in a lot of 10,000. Her buyers were merchants working on a special project they codenamed M&T, or 'Monkeys and Typewriters'.

The purpose of the project was to grab as many cheap and expendable slaves as they could, and throw them en-masse at the podding program, straight to the clone jump phase. If they survived, the slave could be sold at a massive increase. If they failed, well, they were out only a cheap slave. Of the thousands that were burned in this process, a few dozen survived. Luckily for Ex, she was one of them.

Unluckily for her, it meant she could not be used as an eternal, and expendable, slave. She was quickly trained as a capsuler, forced to learn how to properly pilot amarrian vessels before being quickly sold off at a steep increase to a smaller noble family as a trophy slave more than anything else. Every vessel she piloted had special locks put in place so she was unable to do anything like open the airlocks or self destruct the ship.

How long she lived after that point, she couldn't say. She went through more clones than she could remember, sometimes her body being shifted and warped by her new masters, until she eventually became more connected with her ship's body than she did her own. During her free time, the little she had, she developed her own little skills to try and keep herself sane, namely making up her own little stories based on some of the myths and legends of the Amarrians. Then, finally, her fate changed.

She had been sold to yet another noble, except this one wished to venture into wormhole space in order to explore long lost and ancient relics. At first, they were succeeding. They found a few dozen relics and all seemed right with the world. But then they found a trap. A disease stored in one of the many cannisters they opened that slowly destroyed the body of whoever was infected. As the pain and suffering affected her master more and more, the wormhole they came through closed, trapping them in the void.

Finally, as the suffering became too much, the noble removed the locks placed on Ex, allowing the slave to kill her and end her suffering. Ex opened the airlocks without hesitation, taking the toxen and her master out. Safe in her capsule, the slave now found herself without a master and without locks to keep her in place.

For weeks she worked to escape the void, her only companion the AI of the ship. Finally, she escaped into gallente space. To her surprise, a great bounty had been placed on her by her owner's family. Wanted alive. She was lost and confused, unsure of what to do.

She sold the few relics she had left and then wandered from station to station, lost and confused. For the first time in her life she didn't have someone to tell her what to do and had all the options in the galaxy, but no idea what to do with this new found power. Finally, after weeks, she set her course. She had a ship, knew how to fly it, had a few million stockpiled thanks to what she'd sold, and no one could control her now.

She'd become a capsuler. A true capsuler.

She bought a small home and created her own business. Deciding to use the story telling skills she'd honed during years of slavery as a second income, she once again set out into the void, this time in search of riches and direction.

Ex still has a lot of trouble dealing with people, sometimes being extremely shy and other times a bit manic. She has little to no social experience, though does understand the basis of 'polite' behavior. She has a lot of trouble dealing with more aggressive people and will often seek an escape rather than fighting them, though when cornered she'll cut and scratch and bite in an attempt to get away.

(Need more character spaces for posts. Really. And so begins her adventures into exploration! TL:DR: Exploration without good scanning skills is mind numbing.)

Weeks. Months. Years. Ex couldn't tell how long she'd been out here in the swirling void, but she knew the madness was beginning to take over. There was nothing here but her and her ship, only the automated voice of the AI to keep her company. Her ship's clocks told her it had only been a day, at most, but she ignored it. It was against her, just like all the others. Plotting. Waiting. She heard the gentle tick tock going through her ship. The little tiny drones, skulking about in the darkness. Waiting for her to make a mistake and then BOOM! She'd be dead. Or turned into one of them.

Hah! Joke was on them! She was a capsuler, an immortal being of death and destruction! She'd show them, she'd show them all!

However, after her third week(according to the clocks it had only been about a day), she finally made it out of that blasted wormhole and into null sec. She could barely hold back her excitement. Civilization!

Well, sorta. Life! Actual life, people. Humanity. Actual...

It was dead and barren. She shook her head and quickly went about to work. She was in actual known space again, there was nothing to worry about. Gates, actual gates. More importantly, paths and maps to get back to normal living space. The kind of places where people lived. But first she had a job to do. Isk to make. And that meant work.

Three systems out and she saw them. Ships appeared on her scanners, the local coms came alive, revealing actual living people. Her breath stopped and she almost reached out to them, almost called to them. But no, she knew better. That was what they WANTED her to do. They were in it with the drones. She knew it. Waiting for her to mess up before they killed her. Destroyed her ship. Podded her. Ground up her body for fuel. Hah! She was too smart for that. She warped to the nearest planet and released her nodes before engaging her cloaking device. Oh yes, they'd never find her.

For many more weeks she searched and searched, going from data and relic site, scooping up what little could be found until, finally, she found it. The white whale of exploration.

Ninety-six percent scanning. And she could do no more. No matter how she fiddled with the probes, no matter how she aligned them, where she sent them, it wouldn't work. She couldn't get a proper lock on the site. Her ship refused to work.

It was then the madness took hold. She could not remember what happened next, but when she awoke her account was oddly thirty million isk heavier, her exploration vessel was gone and, more important than anything, she received a message that she was now at war with the Caldari. And the Amarr, but who really cared about them?

On the other hand, she also had a fancy new executioner waiting where her magnate had once stood, so maybe it wasn't all bad.

She laid on the clone bay resting mats for a few more minutes this time. It didn't feel as bad, this time. She felt stupid, but not as stupid as her first loss. She was learning, slowly. She needed to be more careful, as well as work on her damage.

A message popped onto her datapad. From her killer. She groaned and, grudgingly, accepted. She awaited the inevitable deluge of insults and witty comments about her mother. Ha. Joke was on them. She didn't KNOW her mother. So perhaps she actually did sit around a house.

Instead, the most puzzling of messages. 'Don't give up. Get better. Challenge me next time.'

Then a small message telling her ten million had been deposited into her account.

She stared in disbelief. She'd heard of the riches of the Caldari, but to actually pay for their opponent's lost ships? Such madness! Or perhaps it was more of pity. To mock her for her weakness in combat.

Or maybe this was the connection of the capsulers, those who had abandoned their real lives for immortality and his way of making the sting of another defeat not so bad.

She took another slow breath and clenched her fists. That was ten million isk that had been gifted to her to see her way to the stars. She'd lost a little over a million to battle, that still meant she was ahead by nine. That was nine million she would use to learn. To adapt. To get stronger. But to adapt, she needed to change. To find a new way of fighting.

She sat in her room, datapad in hand as she flicked through the market. Searching for what would inspire her. Her fingers lingered on the executioner once again. So sleek. So shiny. So perfect. For all her... mixed feelings for the Amarr, their vessels were wondrous.

Then she saw it. The tormentor. She'd always ignored the silly thing. It looked so... strange. Its view ports looked like a giant mouth, constantly smiling as it watched you. She almost blew by it, before her eyes narrowed on something else.

A drone bay.

A grin flashed across her face as she put in the order. The rest was simple, a small tank, a few drones, but then she came to the guns. She stopped and stared for a moment. Lasers or pulses? The eternal question. She'd used lasers all this time, perhaps now it was time to try something new.

She placed the order and within minutes her ship was ready. A little over a million, but it was worth it. Besides, she still had over seven million left. She was ready. She would destroy the Caldari.

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Agh! How could a gun only have a range of two kilometers?! Run away! Run away!!!

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As she undocked for the second time, with new ammo in her hold and a decent range on her pulse guns, she felt far more confident. Things would be different this time. Better. She had a new vessel and new weapons. She soon found herself back in Caldari space and reporting to yet another complex. The scout there fell quickly to the combined power of her new guns and drones and she felt a thrill as she swirled around the complex.

Then it appeared. Her heart almost stopped as the vessel was located on her scanner. A navy vessel. Just like the one that had destroyed her the first time she'd come out.

No no no no no. Panic gripped her heart as she recalled her drones and turned to the nearest planet. She hit the warp button again and again as she made her way to the belt, her ship disappearing before the other vessel could stop her.

She landed, her heart pounding and hands cold, clammy. She shuddered, unable and unwilling to think about what she'd just done.

She'd have died. There was no chance. She'd fought one of those before, and failed. Miserably.

But she'd made a mistake then.

But it was a specially made federation vessel. It was designed to destroy ships like hers. She stood no chance.

But how would she know if she didn't try?

She chewed on her lower lip, looking down nervously at her display. Red numbers flashed at her. Seven million. It had been given to her so she could do this. So she could fight. So she wouldn't surrender. She took a slow, deep breath and aligned. When she arrived at the complex, only the Caldari scout remained. She quickly engaged, a grin on her face. She wouldn't run this time. It was just one ship, she could and would fight it.

It appeared on her scanner once again. She barely caught herself from pushing the warp out button. Seven million. She pulled her hand back and waited, disabling her weapons and burning towards the beacon.

The ship appeared and--

It was neutral? It didn't belong to one of the Caldari at all! For a moment, she just sat there in shock, eying it. She prepared to engage the scouting vessel again, when her alarms went off. She was being locked.

She quickly began to lock back, holding her breath as she moved to range and readied her drones and started to overheat her systems. The vessel unleashed its fire on her and she answered in kind. Her drones engaged and her lasers blasted out. For a few seconds, she was hitting it, actually damaging the opposing vessel. She felt a thrill go through her as she fired again and again. A few glancing blows before the other vessel managed to maneuver out of range. Her drones fired, but their damage was weak. Her own shields and armor quickly began to melt from the assault as she struggled to get back within range, though it did no good.

Her ship exploded around her, but this time her pod escaped. She'd failed, again. But it didn't matter. She'd hit the enemy, managed a few small blows of her own. Not enough to deter them, but it was far beyond anything else she'd done. She began the travel back home and--

A few systems out her alarms went off as she was suddenly locked. How? She'd warped straight to the gate, how could they--

Uh...... Well then. Keep up the good fight..... I think?


((Hate to say it but you might have been better off posting in fiction. This forums usually for announcements or general discussion IC. Also I don't believe killmails are allowed. Unless your publically announcing your history to everyone (which honestly would be odd to randomly do) this probably isn't the right place. For stuff like this, fiction or a website like backstage ooc would be more suited and also help you iron out a few oddities in your story. Not saying it's bad (it's actually pretty good all things considered) but it has some glaring issues lore wise, or really I should say things that don't really make sense.))