EVE Fiction

"Its always good to have an enemy, something tangible to forge your hate against. I've seen it in you, you have what it takes to achieve whatever it is that you want."
-Anonymous to Myxx

Myxx stood on the balcony overlooking her hangar, next to her a brutor male stood with his arms crossed.

"How long have you been working for me again?" Myxx quietly whispered to the man standing next to her, her arms similarly crossed. It wasn't clear who was mirroring who, but they were both thinking.

"Omist", came the reply.

"Then you know what we're doing. You're in charge this time: all of the various kinds of useless junk we don't use anymore gets melted down, tossed out an airlock or given to station management. Pack everything else into transports one and two, if we need more space you have the contact data for our friends nearby", she looked up at him. The brutor towered over her, she was already tall but next to most of them she was tiny in person. The brutor handed her a datapad back.

"This is what you truly want?" The brutor simply nodded in return.

"Granted. These transports are going near where you're from, if you like...". She received only a shake of the head in return.

"You've shown me much, and like you I have come to see things differently. My only request is on the second page of that datapad. I would request that before you leave, you carry it out". The brutor looked down at Myxx as he spoke. She looked at it and simply nodded in agreement.

"You've done enough for me and I think this is a good idea regardless, I'll take care of it in the morning before we leave. Thank you for all you have done, and I wish you all the best."

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K-QWHE 5-8, Dominations Assembly Plant

An amarrian woman ran down the hall of the administrative section of the research and development division before stopping at the door to the division head. She spoke softly as she regained her breath

"Sir! We've lost contact with one of our research outposts at these local coordinates. Scouts report a large amount of anti-matter radiating out from what was the main laboratory. They can't get on grid long enough to confirm this, they're being torn to shreds within moments of entering the area. Sensors agree, whatever was in there caused this!"

Many people, including the division head just stared, being incapable of comprehending the level of destruction once it was brought up on several holographic screens around the office.

The division leader's datapad blinked with a message just then:

"Destroy everything, its an obligation"

Right then and there, he fainted, knowing what had just happened.