Ok I know you have all been waiting for this one :), but remember its an Amarrian acadamy so it might not be all that you have been dreaming up.
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At the end of last weeks episode I had just arrived at the Imperial Acadamy in Deepari, I found the nearest trash compactor, tossed the hated datapad away and began 4 years of training on my route to becoming the greatest of living beings this side of the Empress and God himself, a pod pilot.
Now 4 years is a long time, so I hope you dont expect a day by day diary of it all, and at the rate I am publishing these I will never catch up with myself, so its the importaint bits only ok? If you got a problem with that, take it up with my publisher.
Now, being a Khanid who was, even by my own standards, full of her own self importance, being dropped into a class of Amarrians who all knew they were the center of the universe and the best thing since liquid Vitoc you can imagine there were a number of ego clashes. My Khanid heratige also caused a few if not more clashes with the stricter Amarrians. You see we Khanid may follow the same basic scripture and way of life as the Amarr, however we tend to be a little more liberal and tolerant of some areas. I had, in view of these differences, purchased myself a new edition of the Pax Amarria and was studying it along with a very thorough and helpful book I had been advised to check out of the Acadamies Introductions to Amarrian culture section, it was entitled the "Visitors guide to Amarr, A beginners guide to avoiding Eternal Damnation, (Complete Edition)".
Unlearning habits and rules that I had lived with for 22 years was somewhat more difficult than the basic theory that the Acadamy's tutors were putting us through for the first year. Planetry motion, Thermodynamics and Quantum Effects on Warp Drive Calibration all these subjects became a walk in the Bio-Dome compaired with remembering to bow my head on passing the countless Masters and Abbots whilst wandering the corridors of the Acadamy.
The other major clashing point I had with the Brothers, who enforced the theological laws, concerned a facet of my persona that I would have conciderable difficulty in changing (unless I was in Gallante regions I have heard), I was female. This wasn't as great a problem as it had been centuaries before, the everpresent reminder of the Empress sorted that out, oh no we females are respected as useful contributions to the world, a Creation of God therefore of equal stature in his eyes to men. Its just that in the tierd old eyes of the tutors of the Acadamy we, or I specifically as they persisted in informing me, were sent here as a trial for them personally.
I was assigned to a small class of only 30 students, the population of which was to whittle down to only 8 graduates, the result of a mixture of dropouts, transfers, two unfortunate fatalities and an execution. Of this class I was one of 4 Khanids and 3 girls, myself being the only crossover between the two catagories. Initially I took a while to warm to my colleagues, my background hadn't prepared me for regular contact with equals, my father was my superior and was to be obeyed to the nth degree, and the assets were ordered and used as required, I had no middle ground to fall back on.
Anyway here I can hit fast-forward over most of the first year providing you with outcomes and such, it is becoming a bit more of a record of facts, but thats my writing style, get used to it. The first year consisted of normalising all applicants into a standard level of knowledge, weeding out the innapropriate, either academically, theologically or psycological, and rasing basic theory skills in astronamy, physics and quantum mechanics. The academic studies I could cope with well, father had provided the best education for me that was available. Psycological, well I was stable enough, my independant streak infuriated testers and tutors alike but was identified as not particularly a bad thing in a pilot. However theologically I struggled, my self tutoring was slow going and I would subconciously slip back to my Khanid teachings. I barely passed this sector of assessment. Of our class seven were rejected outright during the first term, one of the two falling at the theological hurdle was a young Khanid I had started to get to know. His enforced departure had earned me my first disiplinary, I had voiced my objections directly at the Abbot, this was a big no-no.
The second year was more hands on for the remaining 23 students, I was becoming more integrated into the group, and had naturally grouped up with the remaining two Khanid guys, we were having similar culture adjustment problems so it was a natural choice. However that is not to say that I shunned the other students, no, I got on with three of the Amarrians quite well by this time, Markus, Pripyet, and Jinzu the four of us stuck together and they helped me to not only adjust but to get off my own high horse and remind me when to bite my lip around the Masters.
The second year also introduced us to our first taste of commanding a ship, virtual reality simulations, the Acadamy wasn't prepared to allow us, supervised or not, to pilot real ships yet. This wasnt fliying by capsule, this was traditional bridge control, shouted orders, control panels, vid screens, all very exciting.
This was a skill I seemed to excel at, I couldnt understand or explain how I could do it, but I always seemed to be more together and aware of my surroundings than the other students.
There are the first two years at Imperial Acadamy Deepari, I intend to do another like this, simply chronicaling the general trail of events, and then do seperate stories at a later date on specific events, for ex. my Ground Combat story is one of the lessons from my 4th year.
Monday 25 January 2010
Saturday 16 January 2010
If at first you don't succeed, cheat.
Space bulged, twisted and finally tore to allow the compact hull of the Retribution class assault frigate to re-enter normal space. Reassembled only mere moments ago by the intra-system jumpgate it was already accelerating hard, targeting systems pushed to the limit as it tried to ensnare the hapless Thrasher, specialised verses frigates sure, but not 1 on 1 with this one.
Long scars, some still glowing despite the chill of space were visible along its hull from the previous engagement only seconds ago, and light-years away on the other side of the gate. The destroyer was busy manuvering also, aligning and accelerating up to warp speed in a desperate attempt to get to a station.
"3 ...... 2 ...... 1 .... damn you, someone is sure smiling on you today" the curse echoes through the comn net onboard the Retribution as the Thrasher enters warp evading destruction yet again, "align and follow it, he's not safe yet".
A high pitched whine and deeper throb of the warp drives spooling down signal a return to sublight speeds, immediately the sensors scour the local area, sure enough a familiar signal is detected.
"You're mine now" the thrasher had miscalculated its warp, dropping almost 5km short of the stations weapons free docking zone, although by now it was now almost up to speed and closing the distance rapidly.
"Load conflag, max damage we don't have much time" the order rang out across the gunnery control room. At the observation and tracking station the targeting systems were once again attempting to acquire a lock. The auto loaders respond to commands from the gun-control techs to switch out the longer range crystals from the pulse laser emplacements, slipping the close range ammo into place faster than any other weapon system in the cluster was capable of.
The target lock tone sounded bringing an evil grin to the face of the pilot, "open fire, all weapons".
The oversized capacitor buried deep within the small ship poured energy into the 4 pulse lasers. On rapid fire mode they transferred the electrical power into a stream of charged photons (in a nice green colour) that crossed the gap between the two ships faster than the blink of an eye.
The already depleted shield of the Thrasher gave in on the first salvo, lasers being wickedly effective against the electromagnetic defence, a second salvo followed shortly after burning into the thin armour, whisps of atmosphere venting from unprotected compartments.
The third salvo however was the killer, 2 beams punched straight through one engine pod, nuclear fire spilling into the night, the other two slicing the bow clean off. Well it would have come off cleanly if the ammo cache hadn't been stored there.
Debris spinning through space, flash frozen fluids glinting in the sunlight, the hunter still searches, targeting system spots its prey, a small brown sphere still moving determinedly towards the neutral zone. "Ohh no you don't, your ass is mine"
3 .... 2 .... 1 .... "This is the Republic Fleet, engaging in combat within the station docking perimeter is a CONCORD sanctioned offence and will be dealt with harshly." The target lock drops, the hunter watches the prey disappear into the docking bay. After a quick glance at the spoils of the Thrasher wreck, the Retribution also docks.
Ectoplasmic fluid drains from the pod, the pilot detaches her spinal implant from the capsule systems, regaining consciousness she removes her mouth piece, wipes the gloop from her face before detaching the remaining lower spinal implants.
Stepping from the pod she takes a quick shower before donning a long black and red dress, with traditional Khanid Kingdom headgear.
Looking across the hanger as she walks towards the main hub, a tall Brutor is pulled from his capsule by deck hands, although not unconscious he looks to be having difficulty standing. She grins, "I may just get you yet mate."
Walking into the bustle of the Matari station is always a relief for me, in any other races station the plebs fall over themselves to assist me with tasks I am perfectly capable of performing for myself. Here however, none of them want to be seen working for an Amarrian, ahh the freedom, yeah I know it's ironic an Amarrian seeking freedom in Matari space, but it's the way I like it.
I choose a seat outside a small cafe where I can watch the comings and goings from the docking bay, I catch the attention of a waitress and try to explain to the her how to make a proper cup of tea, then sit and wait for my man to recover.
A few minutes later he emerges, dressed simply "Brutor Warrior" or something like that is the 'in' fashion it seems. I stand and walk over to him, "You seemed to be having a little trouble in there, all ok now?", he regards me with what I suppose was a sneer, he hasn't quite got the hang of it yet, the Matari have nothing to sneer about. "Yeah I'm fine" he replies "just had my ship shot from under me is all, I don't suppose you would know anything about that though would you?" his grin suggests he knows exactly who I am. "Care for a drink" I offer, we sit and chat, he orders some thick black filth with bits floating in it that seems all the rage. We carefully avoid discussing the politics that brought us to war, we are simply two soldiers at truce.
It is later in the evening, we have moved from cafe to bar, a seedy little Matari place where smoke shrouds the lights, my outfit is drawing a few strange glances from those Matari who are a little old fashioned in their outlook on the world. Cid, I discovered his name was, doesn't seem to notice, he orders us a few drinks and gets us a booth. There is a small stage at the far end, I can't quite tell if it's a musical performance or dancing girls, either way they are not getting much attention.
We talk more, getting a little louder, the topics varying faster and with less logic to trace a path through. I offer to get the next round. At the bar I order him another bottle of whatever light beer he had before, I get myself the only brand of Spiced wine available this far out of the Empire. Before returning to our table I extract a small blue vial from my sleeve, tipping a small amount into his drink. I pause, "To hell with it, if I'm going to do this I may as well make it as enjoyable as I can", I extract a second vial, a soft red colour, and tip a few drops in his, then one in my own as well. I signal the barman that I want the spiced wine bottle as well. I walk back through the increasingly busy bar to our table.
Delayed action neuro-inhibitors, the little blue vial contained a marvel of the many chemical weapons programmes, non lethal, unless you wanted them to be, they could be tuned to almost any function, and set to become active over quite an accurate time span. The red vial however was a lot more common, at least throughout the Gallante Federation, where it was crudely described as an "industrial strength aphrodisiac"
Returning to our table he takes his drink and downs it, before refilling, he leans back in his chair and we carry on as before. Eventually I see the effects begin to kick in, he gets a little closer, his eyes wander and he is less concerned if I notice, he also starts trying to change to more risqué subjects, I play along feeding his growing ego, the alcohol and chemicals surging through him betraying any common sense he may have had before.
I'm beginning to think something is wrong when finally he pops the golden question, "I got some classy stuff back at my place, fancy joining me?" I flash him a shy grin, "Good sir, If I didn't know any better I might think you were trying to lead me astray" another smile, this one considerably more dirty, before I pull him from his seat.
We are barely out of the bar when he has his arms around me, he tries to press me against the wall and leans in. I may be small, little over 5'8 but I can more than hold my own. His mind seems to clear a little when I have my hand at his throat, "I am no slut" keeping my voice low, but the menace is unmistakable, "you want me, you take me home, you will get nothing from me in the street".
Stepping into his apartment he seems to have calmed down a little, "you want another drink or something?" he seems to have given up, whatever happened to Matari stubbornness? I remove my hard formal collar and headdress, his eyes prick up "maybe not yet" I coo at him, suddenly he is in his element again, upon me in an instant.
[[ Yes I'm deliberately missing a bit out here, No I'm not going to give you details.]]
I awaken in an unusual bed, lying on my back pinned in place by the large Brutor, "Eughh, sometimes I wish I did drink, it might make forgetting things like this easier". I wriggle out from under him, the combined sleeping draught and muscle relaxant I had spiked him with last night was in full effect. I pad across the room to the shower, selecting a warm body massage I let the water work its magic on my aching body.
Emerging a few minutes later, he is still out of it, I recover my clothes from where they fell across the room last night. Dressing quickly, but with the care and attention due to this action, I survey the room. Simple, but you can see where he has spent his earnings, everything has its place, unusual in a man.
I sit at his datapad, "heh, fingerprint scanner, here ya go Cid open this will ya?" I press it against his unresisting hand, access granted it chimes. Intel, beautiful, it shouldn't be this easy, I download it into my implant. Now we finish up.
Standing, I pull a small electronic device from my bag, about palm size, it has a single implant connector on one end, and a covered button on the other. "It was nice working with you Mr Cid, but now it's time for you to wake up", I press the device into the implant socket at the base of his skull, flipping the cover up I press the button. His body tenses then spasms once, the EMP device has fried not only his implants, but every synapse in his brain. "Nobody cheats me out of a pod kill Mr Cid, time for you and me to leave, I have a space in my collection reserved for you."
Bundling him onto a luggage trolley I take him to the nearest airlock, tucking a small homing beacon into his collar, I step back and cycle it, instant meat popsicle. As easy as it would be to take him direct to my hanger, Having an unfrozen specimen would cause questions, not to mention an unpleasant smell.
Returning to the apartment I glance around checking for any details suggesting two people were here. I almost miss the second glass on the table, I toss it down the refuse chute and I leave. Taking a short excursion outside to retrieve my prize.
I sit again at my place outside the little cafe. Soon enough, it happens..
A large Brutor, bald and still wearing the cheap clonebay jumpsuit is arguing with a docking manager.
"I don't care what your records show, I know I damn well I docked the pod, so why the hell did I just wakeup in the clone bay?
"I'm sorry Sir, our logs show nothing"
I lean back and smile to myself, I never miss my mark.
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If you had ever wondered how you sometimes dock, yet still lose your pod?
A long one, and a little more raunchy than I have done before, I'm not too sure if it fits Evil's way of doing things or clashes too much with her high moral standings, which is why I haven't used her name. It could easily be her though, so watch out.
Thursday 14 January 2010
Part 3, Biography
[[Ok first up, an apology for those expecting Part 3, "The College Years", I sortof got into the travelling a bit deep and well, I want to do college properly and I expect all you lot want all the dirty details (you perverts), so this one is a travel blog. Hey if LOTR can do chapters of walking so can I :)]]
So where was I, ahh yes I had just learned of my, well I hesitate to use the word destiny as that sounds all "sword in the stoney" and similar tosh, but destiny is sortof what I mean.
Approaching the desk of the Palas branch of the Interbus, I placed the datapad on the counter and announced that "I want to go there". The lady behind the counter, a Ni-Kunni, who well lets just say she had a face for radio. Looked at me sighed the "its almost the end of a long shift" sigh and picked up the datapad. Returning her gaze to me "payment in ISK?" she exclaimed "Pft, seems somebody has the right connections, a single to Deepari, no return" I am sure she chose to look me deep in the eye on saying "no return" but I was too out of it/crazy/arrogant to care. Taking my ticket and datapad I proceded through into the terminal.
I was standing in the Interstellar Departures lounge of the Palas II Interbus Terminal. With a few minutes to kill I spent awhile browsing the duty(and Sin) free stalls, (well it wouldnt be a Duty free without alcohol and as this is a Khanid Station you have to make allowances, its there purly for visitors on the assumption that any purchases are confiscated by Customs and Exorcision officers upon leaving the store). I bought myself a new Amarrian Edition of the Pax Amarria, (2 additional chapters on Sin, 1 fewer on tolerance of Forigners than the Khanid version I had learned).
My flight was called and I boarded the transport, I wouldnt say full of excitement thats a bit cheesy and you would be expecting that. I would however say full of tierdness, recoving from a caffine hit from that filth I had been given earlier and a little trepidation but that goes without saying really (even tho I realise I have said it but it wouldn't be much of a story if I didn't say stuff would it?) It was my first time not only away from home alone, or even off world, I was leaving my home region everything I knew and understood. One small step for a woman, one giant catchphrase for all time etc etc.
My home for the next week as I traveled to Deepari was to be an old Bestower class hauler, looking for all the world as though it was the original prototype still plodding away hundreds if not thousands of years later. The cargo hold had been cleared out and a few passenger containers installed, not comfortable or spacious but for the 300odd of us making the trip it was sufficiant. We undocked from the station, aligned to the intersystem jumpgate and warped, the world streching around me then twanging back into place as the acceleration finished, my journey was beginning.
I was going to write something about when I first saw a stargate, but other than "wow, it was big" I cant think of much else to put. The captain announced he was about to jump and advised all first time jumpers to remain seated as it could be a little disorientating the first time. This man is also now on my black list, 'A little disorientating'? I passed out and remained unconcious for nearly half an hour. I returned to conciousness under the minstrations of two elderly ladies, I saw elderly its quite hard to tell with the True Amarr, they tend to 'mature' quite early in life. Needless to say I was the subject of some humour for the second time that day. Offering me some sage advice on travel the ladies left me with this one gem, "Some people take it harder than others, gate travel just doesnt seem to agree with you,. Get yourself wherever you are going and find yourself a nice young man with a loose wallet, get yourself set up planetside love, thats my advice." I spent most of the flight in my room, never too sure of how far we had gone or even the time of day.
[[ Approximately 1 week later]]
Another captains announcment, "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Deepari, we are currently aligning for our final approach to the Imperial Acadamy, final stop all change." Rushing to the porthole (on the starboard side but I'm told that doesn't affect the terminology) I managed to gimpse the retreating stargate as we entered warp, but the sky, ohh my God it was the wrong colour!.
The star and moons flashed past before receeding, then the magnificant golden hull of the station came into view, (enter another "Oh my God its huge" here if you want), upon entering the arrivals terminal the datapad litup, announcing that I was to make for the Acadamy portal, I followed its advice chafeing against the voice of that Bitch from Palas that it continued to speak in no matter how many settings I changed. (I know you are thinking "Bitch from Palas? who?" well the pod pilot of course, just because she set me up on my way to Galactic domination providing the means and direction to get me going doesnt mean I have to like her, she still knocked me over, I dont forget things like that.)
Walking through the portal I began my new life, Evil Incarn8(although I hadnt thought this name up yet, I'm still not telling you my real name) College Girl.
Read on next time avid, err reader, for the next chapter in the ongoing saga and text based adventures of Evil Incarn8.
So where was I, ahh yes I had just learned of my, well I hesitate to use the word destiny as that sounds all "sword in the stoney" and similar tosh, but destiny is sortof what I mean.
Approaching the desk of the Palas branch of the Interbus, I placed the datapad on the counter and announced that "I want to go there". The lady behind the counter, a Ni-Kunni, who well lets just say she had a face for radio. Looked at me sighed the "its almost the end of a long shift" sigh and picked up the datapad. Returning her gaze to me "payment in ISK?" she exclaimed "Pft, seems somebody has the right connections, a single to Deepari, no return" I am sure she chose to look me deep in the eye on saying "no return" but I was too out of it/crazy/arrogant to care. Taking my ticket and datapad I proceded through into the terminal.
I was standing in the Interstellar Departures lounge of the Palas II Interbus Terminal. With a few minutes to kill I spent awhile browsing the duty(and Sin) free stalls, (well it wouldnt be a Duty free without alcohol and as this is a Khanid Station you have to make allowances, its there purly for visitors on the assumption that any purchases are confiscated by Customs and Exorcision officers upon leaving the store). I bought myself a new Amarrian Edition of the Pax Amarria, (2 additional chapters on Sin, 1 fewer on tolerance of Forigners than the Khanid version I had learned).
My flight was called and I boarded the transport, I wouldnt say full of excitement thats a bit cheesy and you would be expecting that. I would however say full of tierdness, recoving from a caffine hit from that filth I had been given earlier and a little trepidation but that goes without saying really (even tho I realise I have said it but it wouldn't be much of a story if I didn't say stuff would it?) It was my first time not only away from home alone, or even off world, I was leaving my home region everything I knew and understood. One small step for a woman, one giant catchphrase for all time etc etc.
My home for the next week as I traveled to Deepari was to be an old Bestower class hauler, looking for all the world as though it was the original prototype still plodding away hundreds if not thousands of years later. The cargo hold had been cleared out and a few passenger containers installed, not comfortable or spacious but for the 300odd of us making the trip it was sufficiant. We undocked from the station, aligned to the intersystem jumpgate and warped, the world streching around me then twanging back into place as the acceleration finished, my journey was beginning.
I was going to write something about when I first saw a stargate, but other than "wow, it was big" I cant think of much else to put. The captain announced he was about to jump and advised all first time jumpers to remain seated as it could be a little disorientating the first time. This man is also now on my black list, 'A little disorientating'? I passed out and remained unconcious for nearly half an hour. I returned to conciousness under the minstrations of two elderly ladies, I saw elderly its quite hard to tell with the True Amarr, they tend to 'mature' quite early in life. Needless to say I was the subject of some humour for the second time that day. Offering me some sage advice on travel the ladies left me with this one gem, "Some people take it harder than others, gate travel just doesnt seem to agree with you,. Get yourself wherever you are going and find yourself a nice young man with a loose wallet, get yourself set up planetside love, thats my advice." I spent most of the flight in my room, never too sure of how far we had gone or even the time of day.
[[ Approximately 1 week later]]
Another captains announcment, "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Deepari, we are currently aligning for our final approach to the Imperial Acadamy, final stop all change." Rushing to the porthole (on the starboard side but I'm told that doesn't affect the terminology) I managed to gimpse the retreating stargate as we entered warp, but the sky, ohh my God it was the wrong colour!.
The star and moons flashed past before receeding, then the magnificant golden hull of the station came into view, (enter another "Oh my God its huge" here if you want), upon entering the arrivals terminal the datapad litup, announcing that I was to make for the Acadamy portal, I followed its advice chafeing against the voice of that Bitch from Palas that it continued to speak in no matter how many settings I changed. (I know you are thinking "Bitch from Palas? who?" well the pod pilot of course, just because she set me up on my way to Galactic domination providing the means and direction to get me going doesnt mean I have to like her, she still knocked me over, I dont forget things like that.)
Walking through the portal I began my new life, Evil Incarn8(although I hadnt thought this name up yet, I'm still not telling you my real name) College Girl.
Read on next time avid, err reader, for the next chapter in the ongoing saga and text based adventures of Evil Incarn8.
Saturday 9 January 2010
Evil Incarn8, The Slightly Later Years.
The last few blogs I have posted were a bit of fun, snapshots from a later life, or you could say I had thought them up and couldn't wait to post them :)
Anyway this one is a return to a chronological biography, I will probably flit between these and the shorter, "action" scenes dependant on my mood.
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The story so far:
I am 22 still living on my fathers mining installation on Palas 3, a lone child, but at the center of a community of thousands.
I say I lived with my father, its not really true, I lived on his land, his installation, but it was my own well I suppose you would call it a datcha or ranch house. I had a small staff of 8 to keep it all nice and to do all the house stuff, (I'm still not too sure what they spent most of the time doing).
I meanwhile did what was expected of the daughter of a major player in the planetry mineral business. I held parties, I went to parties, I visted people and held dinners. For the last 6 years since I became old enough to be considered independent. It was great fun in the beginning, a life of glitz and glamour. 6 years however was just about as much as I could take.
I know all you people who grew up "doing stuff" say you had it hard, pft I say. Socialising with endless streams of people who know everything there is to know about rocks, minerals and geology is far harder. To top it off I'm supposed to become this? I'm supposed to pick one of these droning morons to live with, for the rest of my life? no way, I'm outta here.
So, on this one evening I told my father my intentions, he wasn't pleased initially, but eventually he understood, and told me what I knew he must, if I left I could not return until I was as successfull in whatever I became as I was before I left. The next morning I packed a small bag, (well I had one packed for me) and told No32 to drive me to the terminal, I remember No32 as he was the last of my fathers assets I saw. I think he knew I was leaving and that he would be reassigned to the mine when I was gone.
I boarded the shuttle out to the closest station from the spaceport and left Palas 3 for the last and only time, I had been above the atmosphere before, my father had a very literal sence of "seeing where you came from" and suborbit was the only way to see it all at once.
It was a small shuttlecraft trip, and there was only the 4 passengers aboard, my self and a small delegation of businessmen from the Palas 4 gas mining company, I had dined with them the week before, and chatting again on the short trip reaffirmed my desire to escape.
Arriving at Palas2 Royal Khanid Navy Station was quite a shock to a number of my sences, not least of which was my first encounter with a foreigner. Well I say 'a' foreigner, leaving the docking port I was confronted with a wall of them, mostly Khanids but a fair few True Amarrians and I even spied a Civiere working in a cafe.
My initial plan was to get a simple job, (something I had read that people do when they arn't sleeping), I thought I should be good at it, and people once I told them who I was would let me have whatever I wanted. Fat chance. After walking bemused out of the offices of some accounting firm, my true destimy walked straight into me, knocking me down and not even casting a second glance at me.
As I sat there on the floor glaring into the back of this retreating Khanid woman, I saw the crowds part before her and whispers and glances from the people nearby. A nice young man (a True Amarrian gentleman) roused me from my vision, and told me in not so many words to keep out of the way of capsuleers, he also mentioned that it wasnt best to sit on the floor in a crowded walkway.
Well, after an experiance like that, anyone would have heeded the mans advice and gone about their business. Me? of course not, I was still full of myself, that morning I had been Queen of all I surveyed, now I was nothing, knocked to the floor by some woman.
I persued her through the crowd, getting what I assmed were warning glances from some people, others tried to keep up, expecting some kind of spectacle, boy did they get it.
Once I caught up to her I took hold of her shoulder an spun her about, bringing myself up to my full hight, not much but appearances are important, I started yelling about watching where she was going, who did she think she was etc etc. her responce? she rolled her eyes and started to turn away.
Ohh dear, ((here we could use the Kill Bill music where the bride sees each of her killers for the first time)) I grabbed her shoulder again, turning her back around, and rung her one hell of a slap right across her face, the silence that had decended instantly around the hall meant that the echo was audiable to the stunned crowd.
To my, and quite possibly most of the crowds surprise she smiled, then laughed and took me aside to a cafe, waving away the crowds with a simple gesture. Then ordering me what she called a "cawfee" she asked me if I knew anything about capsuleering, obviously I had not so she told a few tales of stars, empires and pretty explosions. She said I had the right attitude to go far, leaving me a datapad with instructions and enough ISK to get to the Imperial Acadamy in Deepari, she stood, looked at me again, half smiled, half laughed again and said "yes, you are definately one to watch, you will go far" then she left.
I finished the horrible bitter nastiiness she had given me, then walked towards the interstellar shuttle port, to go and train at "The Imperial Acadamy" I wasnt just leaving home, the planet, or even the system, I was going to the Amarrian Empire, to train to be a pod pilot.
"Evil Incarn8, Master of the Universe", yes I thought, I can do that.
to be continued.....
Anyway this one is a return to a chronological biography, I will probably flit between these and the shorter, "action" scenes dependant on my mood.
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The story so far:
I am 22 still living on my fathers mining installation on Palas 3, a lone child, but at the center of a community of thousands.
I say I lived with my father, its not really true, I lived on his land, his installation, but it was my own well I suppose you would call it a datcha or ranch house. I had a small staff of 8 to keep it all nice and to do all the house stuff, (I'm still not too sure what they spent most of the time doing).
I meanwhile did what was expected of the daughter of a major player in the planetry mineral business. I held parties, I went to parties, I visted people and held dinners. For the last 6 years since I became old enough to be considered independent. It was great fun in the beginning, a life of glitz and glamour. 6 years however was just about as much as I could take.
I know all you people who grew up "doing stuff" say you had it hard, pft I say. Socialising with endless streams of people who know everything there is to know about rocks, minerals and geology is far harder. To top it off I'm supposed to become this? I'm supposed to pick one of these droning morons to live with, for the rest of my life? no way, I'm outta here.
So, on this one evening I told my father my intentions, he wasn't pleased initially, but eventually he understood, and told me what I knew he must, if I left I could not return until I was as successfull in whatever I became as I was before I left. The next morning I packed a small bag, (well I had one packed for me) and told No32 to drive me to the terminal, I remember No32 as he was the last of my fathers assets I saw. I think he knew I was leaving and that he would be reassigned to the mine when I was gone.
I boarded the shuttle out to the closest station from the spaceport and left Palas 3 for the last and only time, I had been above the atmosphere before, my father had a very literal sence of "seeing where you came from" and suborbit was the only way to see it all at once.
It was a small shuttlecraft trip, and there was only the 4 passengers aboard, my self and a small delegation of businessmen from the Palas 4 gas mining company, I had dined with them the week before, and chatting again on the short trip reaffirmed my desire to escape.
Arriving at Palas2 Royal Khanid Navy Station was quite a shock to a number of my sences, not least of which was my first encounter with a foreigner. Well I say 'a' foreigner, leaving the docking port I was confronted with a wall of them, mostly Khanids but a fair few True Amarrians and I even spied a Civiere working in a cafe.
My initial plan was to get a simple job, (something I had read that people do when they arn't sleeping), I thought I should be good at it, and people once I told them who I was would let me have whatever I wanted. Fat chance. After walking bemused out of the offices of some accounting firm, my true destimy walked straight into me, knocking me down and not even casting a second glance at me.
As I sat there on the floor glaring into the back of this retreating Khanid woman, I saw the crowds part before her and whispers and glances from the people nearby. A nice young man (a True Amarrian gentleman) roused me from my vision, and told me in not so many words to keep out of the way of capsuleers, he also mentioned that it wasnt best to sit on the floor in a crowded walkway.
Well, after an experiance like that, anyone would have heeded the mans advice and gone about their business. Me? of course not, I was still full of myself, that morning I had been Queen of all I surveyed, now I was nothing, knocked to the floor by some woman.
I persued her through the crowd, getting what I assmed were warning glances from some people, others tried to keep up, expecting some kind of spectacle, boy did they get it.
Once I caught up to her I took hold of her shoulder an spun her about, bringing myself up to my full hight, not much but appearances are important, I started yelling about watching where she was going, who did she think she was etc etc. her responce? she rolled her eyes and started to turn away.
Ohh dear, ((here we could use the Kill Bill music where the bride sees each of her killers for the first time)) I grabbed her shoulder again, turning her back around, and rung her one hell of a slap right across her face, the silence that had decended instantly around the hall meant that the echo was audiable to the stunned crowd.
To my, and quite possibly most of the crowds surprise she smiled, then laughed and took me aside to a cafe, waving away the crowds with a simple gesture. Then ordering me what she called a "cawfee" she asked me if I knew anything about capsuleering, obviously I had not so she told a few tales of stars, empires and pretty explosions. She said I had the right attitude to go far, leaving me a datapad with instructions and enough ISK to get to the Imperial Acadamy in Deepari, she stood, looked at me again, half smiled, half laughed again and said "yes, you are definately one to watch, you will go far" then she left.
I finished the horrible bitter nastiiness she had given me, then walked towards the interstellar shuttle port, to go and train at "The Imperial Acadamy" I wasnt just leaving home, the planet, or even the system, I was going to the Amarrian Empire, to train to be a pod pilot.
"Evil Incarn8, Master of the Universe", yes I thought, I can do that.
to be continued.....
Thursday 7 January 2010
Ground Combat
A dark sky,
Cold barren landscape, hard dark rocks clash against a background of pulverised dust,
A glint of reflected light,
A body, clad in a lightweight armoured suit lies in a shallow trench, covered in a light coating of the dark dust,
A hand twitches, fingers unfurl and then reclench, the facemask begins to demist and the features of a young Khanid girl are revealed.
Her head is still spinning, she attempts to recollect her thoughts as her suit runs diagnostics on life support and all the other myiriad of functions it provides.
She blinks, the suit returns all is well, along with a prompt to get off her ass and start running.
"Wait, what?" the fog in her mind clears, that last shell was close, far too close, she rolls onto all fours and crawls deeper into the trench, just in time too, a second salvo of shells lands scattering more dust across the landscape.
"Is there anyone out there?" her voice breaks out across the comm net, silence, noone left? or could their transmission equipment be damaged or jammed?.
"Ahh well, looks like its down to me again", crouching she creeps up to the lip of the trench, springing up over the lip, well over the lip, an alarm sounds in the suit she curses, "damn it, low grav" eventually she drops back down well beyond the trench and row of low craters beyond that. Settling into a long striding bounce the defenders seem to awaken, short puffs of dust spring up around her ankles on landing, chips of rock pininging off her smooth shin armour. Away from the ground her matt black suit hides her form against the blackness of space, the only evidence of her passing the eclipsing of stars behind her body. Closer to the horizon the setting of the sun blinding her opponents as she scrabbles low over the crests of the shallow craters pockmarking the terrain.
Arriving at the opposing trench she rises into the air on a final bound, tossing a short fused EMP grenade onto her approximation of where her targets crouched. A short flash, her suit regestering the LADAR echoes and pin pointing the position of the 5 reflecting enemy suits. 2 of them recieving direct hits from the EMP were in shutdown and going through a full system reset, they were as good as out of the battle already. Unholstering her laser pistol, the first shots raining down before she herself landed on the reverse edge of the trench, one figure falls down, venting gass from its neck, two others dive for cover from the as of yet unseen assailant.
Touchdown. small clouds of dust escape from beneath her feet. Putting a quick shot into both of the prostrate suits stunned by the EMP, "Sorry guys, but you would have done the same for me."
One of the figures has misgudged his dive for cover, he lies at her feet, looking up he recieves a blast of invisible laser energy through his visor. "too easy mate, far too easy" a quick snort of derision before she too ducks and dives for the cover of a fixed autogun position, chips of rock spraying into the sky. The second figure has recovered his composure, sporadic bursts from his rifle keep her head down.
"16, 20, 24, 28.... reloading, now," leaping into the air, a quick burst of her suits jet "not too much, I'm not allowed to leave this hell hole just yet" summersaulting at apogee, another burst and she is headed for the ground, her victim a perfect shot, one in the leg, one in the chest, "not text book, but it will do", rolling on landing, she stands to inspect her handywork, "Five nil guys, that was to ...."
The slug rips through the thin rear armour of her lower back, tearing through internal organs before erupting through her right breast. "eughh " blood splatters across the interior of her visor as she drops to her knees, vital atmosphere (along with fairly inportaint body parts) are venting through the tear in her suit. falling onto her face, she dies.
The screen goes dark.
Rebel Victory. 6 kills to 5
The VR machine releases its grasp on her conciousness, clearing the fog from her mind for what seems like the second time in 5 minutes she sits up, the fluid streaming off her body, spitting out her breathing tube and removing the link from her spinal inplants.
Across the room from her, a young Amarrian sits up and grins at her, she cuts off his comment before he has chance to begin "I dont want to hear it Nick," "You did pretty well there Incarn8, pity you dont check your back so often" "Yeah, yeah if you wernt trying to creep up behind me all the time in the lockeroom you wouldnt be so damn good at it"
An older True Amarrian walks into the VR room, "enough time for reflectons on your performance later, now you are required in your Theology Sessions, Miss Incarn8 you will see the Abbot regarding yesterdays outburst before you retire for supper" "Yes Master" replies the girl, slicking back her long black hair as she steps out of the capsule heading for the showers.
Cold barren landscape, hard dark rocks clash against a background of pulverised dust,
A glint of reflected light,
A body, clad in a lightweight armoured suit lies in a shallow trench, covered in a light coating of the dark dust,
A hand twitches, fingers unfurl and then reclench, the facemask begins to demist and the features of a young Khanid girl are revealed.
Her head is still spinning, she attempts to recollect her thoughts as her suit runs diagnostics on life support and all the other myiriad of functions it provides.
She blinks, the suit returns all is well, along with a prompt to get off her ass and start running.
"Wait, what?" the fog in her mind clears, that last shell was close, far too close, she rolls onto all fours and crawls deeper into the trench, just in time too, a second salvo of shells lands scattering more dust across the landscape.
"Is there anyone out there?" her voice breaks out across the comm net, silence, noone left? or could their transmission equipment be damaged or jammed?.
"Ahh well, looks like its down to me again", crouching she creeps up to the lip of the trench, springing up over the lip, well over the lip, an alarm sounds in the suit she curses, "damn it, low grav" eventually she drops back down well beyond the trench and row of low craters beyond that. Settling into a long striding bounce the defenders seem to awaken, short puffs of dust spring up around her ankles on landing, chips of rock pininging off her smooth shin armour. Away from the ground her matt black suit hides her form against the blackness of space, the only evidence of her passing the eclipsing of stars behind her body. Closer to the horizon the setting of the sun blinding her opponents as she scrabbles low over the crests of the shallow craters pockmarking the terrain.
Arriving at the opposing trench she rises into the air on a final bound, tossing a short fused EMP grenade onto her approximation of where her targets crouched. A short flash, her suit regestering the LADAR echoes and pin pointing the position of the 5 reflecting enemy suits. 2 of them recieving direct hits from the EMP were in shutdown and going through a full system reset, they were as good as out of the battle already. Unholstering her laser pistol, the first shots raining down before she herself landed on the reverse edge of the trench, one figure falls down, venting gass from its neck, two others dive for cover from the as of yet unseen assailant.
Touchdown. small clouds of dust escape from beneath her feet. Putting a quick shot into both of the prostrate suits stunned by the EMP, "Sorry guys, but you would have done the same for me."
One of the figures has misgudged his dive for cover, he lies at her feet, looking up he recieves a blast of invisible laser energy through his visor. "too easy mate, far too easy" a quick snort of derision before she too ducks and dives for the cover of a fixed autogun position, chips of rock spraying into the sky. The second figure has recovered his composure, sporadic bursts from his rifle keep her head down.
"16, 20, 24, 28.... reloading, now," leaping into the air, a quick burst of her suits jet "not too much, I'm not allowed to leave this hell hole just yet" summersaulting at apogee, another burst and she is headed for the ground, her victim a perfect shot, one in the leg, one in the chest, "not text book, but it will do", rolling on landing, she stands to inspect her handywork, "Five nil guys, that was to ...."
The slug rips through the thin rear armour of her lower back, tearing through internal organs before erupting through her right breast. "eughh " blood splatters across the interior of her visor as she drops to her knees, vital atmosphere (along with fairly inportaint body parts) are venting through the tear in her suit. falling onto her face, she dies.
The screen goes dark.
Rebel Victory. 6 kills to 5
The VR machine releases its grasp on her conciousness, clearing the fog from her mind for what seems like the second time in 5 minutes she sits up, the fluid streaming off her body, spitting out her breathing tube and removing the link from her spinal inplants.
Across the room from her, a young Amarrian sits up and grins at her, she cuts off his comment before he has chance to begin "I dont want to hear it Nick," "You did pretty well there Incarn8, pity you dont check your back so often" "Yeah, yeah if you wernt trying to creep up behind me all the time in the lockeroom you wouldnt be so damn good at it"
An older True Amarrian walks into the VR room, "enough time for reflectons on your performance later, now you are required in your Theology Sessions, Miss Incarn8 you will see the Abbot regarding yesterdays outburst before you retire for supper" "Yes Master" replies the girl, slicking back her long black hair as she steps out of the capsule heading for the showers.
Wednesday 6 January 2010
Back on Topic, AKA Evil Incarn8 the Early Years
This was one of the first blogs I posted on my corp website, Not of the RP persuasion I expected quite a horrifc reception, however I was pleasently surprised by the lack of pages of abuse.
So in line with my congregating everything together I will repost it along with the few others I have written since, here. Be gentle it was the first one I wrote :). It is a general overview of my history up until leaving home to join the Imperial Acadamy.
Ok I'm Evil Incarn8, you all know that, you all know me, thats why you are here. Although Evil Incarn8 is not my birth name, my parents were not cruel, it is the callsign I chose when I left the Imperial Acadamy, my real name is mine alone to know.
I was born on my fathers mining colony on the small boring 3rd planet of the Palas system. He owned one of the largest installations on the planet, producing bulk ores for planetside industry, before you ask, yes he is a holder, you have to be to run an operation of the size he does, he is not a cruel man but still you will not be pursuaded.
It was a system I grew up with, it is the normal I was raised to accept, most of them ran the mines of course, but they took on many other roles across the estate, I had my own personal staff of course, by the age of 12 I had 4 Matari exclusively assigned to me. Can you imagine what a 12 year old girl with total command of 4 people, who will hesitate at nothing to complete her orders, gets up to? No, you probably can't, and you wouldn't believe some of the petty, innane things I thought up for them to do.
As the estate covered such a large area my entire world was contained within its boundaries, me, my father, the assets and various business partners, I considered my childhood lonely but when I now look back on it I realise it was anything but, I was defacto second in command of a community of many thousands.
By my late teens I was starting to think where my life would lead me, being the daughter of a prominant buisnessman and a proud upstanding Khanid woman, I had 3 options;
1) Stay with my father and run the business as my own, this had limited appeal to me, also with my death the business would also die.
2) Choose a husband, this was more of a merger than a romance, I was as much an asset to the business as the Matari were, this I was not gong to do, I had seen some of the most likely candidates, If they wernt inbred then they were doing a good impression of it.
3) Leave and only return as a success or to accept one of the previous options.
I left at the age of 24, I found my way off planet, and to the recruitment center for The Imperial Acadamy, 4 years later I graduated as a Pilot, and thanks to the wonders of the Pod technology I have been 26 ever since.
So in line with my congregating everything together I will repost it along with the few others I have written since, here. Be gentle it was the first one I wrote :). It is a general overview of my history up until leaving home to join the Imperial Acadamy.
Ok I'm Evil Incarn8, you all know that, you all know me, thats why you are here. Although Evil Incarn8 is not my birth name, my parents were not cruel, it is the callsign I chose when I left the Imperial Acadamy, my real name is mine alone to know.
I was born on my fathers mining colony on the small boring 3rd planet of the Palas system. He owned one of the largest installations on the planet, producing bulk ores for planetside industry, before you ask, yes he is a holder, you have to be to run an operation of the size he does, he is not a cruel man but still you will not be pursuaded.
It was a system I grew up with, it is the normal I was raised to accept, most of them ran the mines of course, but they took on many other roles across the estate, I had my own personal staff of course, by the age of 12 I had 4 Matari exclusively assigned to me. Can you imagine what a 12 year old girl with total command of 4 people, who will hesitate at nothing to complete her orders, gets up to? No, you probably can't, and you wouldn't believe some of the petty, innane things I thought up for them to do.
As the estate covered such a large area my entire world was contained within its boundaries, me, my father, the assets and various business partners, I considered my childhood lonely but when I now look back on it I realise it was anything but, I was defacto second in command of a community of many thousands.
By my late teens I was starting to think where my life would lead me, being the daughter of a prominant buisnessman and a proud upstanding Khanid woman, I had 3 options;
1) Stay with my father and run the business as my own, this had limited appeal to me, also with my death the business would also die.
2) Choose a husband, this was more of a merger than a romance, I was as much an asset to the business as the Matari were, this I was not gong to do, I had seen some of the most likely candidates, If they wernt inbred then they were doing a good impression of it.
3) Leave and only return as a success or to accept one of the previous options.
I left at the age of 24, I found my way off planet, and to the recruitment center for The Imperial Acadamy, 4 years later I graduated as a Pilot, and thanks to the wonders of the Pod technology I have been 26 ever since.
Monday 4 January 2010
Graduation Day
Mierisi Ratmoh, that name had floated around the corridors of the Imperial Acadamy Training School since that day 4 years ago when I had walked into the recruitment hall. He was of course the CEO and Archbishop of the largest training school in the Amarrian Empire. Most students only caught a glimpse of him entering or leaving some assembly hall surrounded by a crowd of hooded monks and other figures who, no doubt, were necessary in the running of the acadamy. It was said he even had the ear of the Empress herself, many things were said, some of them possibly had a glimmer of truth to them.
There was however one fact, one truth, apparent to me at this moment. Mierisi himself stood before me upon a pedestal at the head of the graduation parade, each student approached him, nodded a quick bow and accepted their certificate before passing through the portal to who knew where. Graduates always kept themselves seperate from students, being as they were "official" pod pilots, the elite of the elite.
I shuffled forwards in the queue, praying to my God and my Empress that I wouldnt trip over the heavy cloak I had borrowed for the occasion, tryng to catch a glimpse through the portal as each new pilot passed on to the next place. Reaching the head of the queue I stepped up, nodding my short bow he looks at me, not just at me, but you know right at me, "Well done Miss Incarn8, your future awaits". I hadn't seen him look anything up, he couldn't possibly know me? could he?. Frozen to the spot it took a slight tilt of his head before I took my Diploma from him and walked to the Portal.
I step through.
8 small changing rooms, each with a discrete occupancy indicator. Entering the closest free booth I am presented with a standard immersion suit, stripping off the cloak and the lightweight jumpsuit beneith, I slip into the suit, aligning all the implant connections along my spine, pulling the hood on leaving my face as the only visable skin. I had always felt self-concious wearing these, the skintight material didn't leave much to the imagination. As I stand infront of a a small mirror I notice one small difference to the standard suit that meant I would have proudly worn it before the entire acadamy, a single word printed across my left breast in small golden letters, "Pilot".
The changing boothes exited directly into the rear of the Acadamy hanger, no crowd, no tutors, no guidance, simply a narrow walkway out into the void. Sat clamped into the docking clamps at the end of the walkway an Impairer class frigate. A small frigate, the smallest currently in service with the Amarrian Navy, but not just that, the tiny hull represented far more than you would expect of such a cheap hull, it was a future of my own choosing, fame, infamy, wealth and possibly if not probably death.
I walked up to the hull of the ship, scarcely large enough to accomodate a Capsule control system and a basic fusion propulsion system, the golden hull gleaming in the station spotlights, the armour, spotless, straight from the acadamies own manufacturing wing. A ship of my own, a dream realised.
I turn to the squat brown orb sat on the walkway next to the ship, totally alien, the Jovian Wetgrave, the capsule that makes a Pilot into a Pod-Pilot.
Stepping into the egg that I may well spend the next few months entombed inside. I turn, crouching against the restraint bar I lower myself onto the first of the implant connections in my lower back. I lean back, the suits adaptors ensure the implant connectins snap into place running up my spine like a zip, each one submitting additional parts of my body to numb paralysis. I slip my hands into the hard plastic gauntlets I shall use to transmit commands and that in turn restrain me, I leave the final connector, the big one at the base of my skull, untill last. Instead sending a command into the pods limited interface closing the shell tiny lights burried in the hull provide enough light for me to push my face into the mask, still dark without a connection to the ship. I bite down onlt the breathing tube and the pod slowly fills, drawing the ectoplasm from the stations storage tanks. I feel the fluid fill up my chest, a reassuring and terrifying feeling at the same time, it had taken me many attempts before I could use the acadamies VR training chambers that use a similar system. Finally I press my head back against the resraint, the final connector snaps into place, my body sags, dead to the world.
Meanwhile; The capsule now filled with both pilot and shock resistant ectoplasm, it is lifted by the docking bay cargo cranes and loaded into the Impairor. The instant the pod is locked into place, the onboard computer powers up the pod.
I reawaken, I am the ship, I feel its idling reactor, I feel the docking bay grip as if it were on my own arm.
"Good Morning Evil Incarn8, I am Aura, your ships computer pleased to meet you".
We undock, and fly out into the future.
There was however one fact, one truth, apparent to me at this moment. Mierisi himself stood before me upon a pedestal at the head of the graduation parade, each student approached him, nodded a quick bow and accepted their certificate before passing through the portal to who knew where. Graduates always kept themselves seperate from students, being as they were "official" pod pilots, the elite of the elite.
I shuffled forwards in the queue, praying to my God and my Empress that I wouldnt trip over the heavy cloak I had borrowed for the occasion, tryng to catch a glimpse through the portal as each new pilot passed on to the next place. Reaching the head of the queue I stepped up, nodding my short bow he looks at me, not just at me, but you know right at me, "Well done Miss Incarn8, your future awaits". I hadn't seen him look anything up, he couldn't possibly know me? could he?. Frozen to the spot it took a slight tilt of his head before I took my Diploma from him and walked to the Portal.
I step through.
8 small changing rooms, each with a discrete occupancy indicator. Entering the closest free booth I am presented with a standard immersion suit, stripping off the cloak and the lightweight jumpsuit beneith, I slip into the suit, aligning all the implant connections along my spine, pulling the hood on leaving my face as the only visable skin. I had always felt self-concious wearing these, the skintight material didn't leave much to the imagination. As I stand infront of a a small mirror I notice one small difference to the standard suit that meant I would have proudly worn it before the entire acadamy, a single word printed across my left breast in small golden letters, "Pilot".
The changing boothes exited directly into the rear of the Acadamy hanger, no crowd, no tutors, no guidance, simply a narrow walkway out into the void. Sat clamped into the docking clamps at the end of the walkway an Impairer class frigate. A small frigate, the smallest currently in service with the Amarrian Navy, but not just that, the tiny hull represented far more than you would expect of such a cheap hull, it was a future of my own choosing, fame, infamy, wealth and possibly if not probably death.
I walked up to the hull of the ship, scarcely large enough to accomodate a Capsule control system and a basic fusion propulsion system, the golden hull gleaming in the station spotlights, the armour, spotless, straight from the acadamies own manufacturing wing. A ship of my own, a dream realised.
I turn to the squat brown orb sat on the walkway next to the ship, totally alien, the Jovian Wetgrave, the capsule that makes a Pilot into a Pod-Pilot.
Stepping into the egg that I may well spend the next few months entombed inside. I turn, crouching against the restraint bar I lower myself onto the first of the implant connections in my lower back. I lean back, the suits adaptors ensure the implant connectins snap into place running up my spine like a zip, each one submitting additional parts of my body to numb paralysis. I slip my hands into the hard plastic gauntlets I shall use to transmit commands and that in turn restrain me, I leave the final connector, the big one at the base of my skull, untill last. Instead sending a command into the pods limited interface closing the shell tiny lights burried in the hull provide enough light for me to push my face into the mask, still dark without a connection to the ship. I bite down onlt the breathing tube and the pod slowly fills, drawing the ectoplasm from the stations storage tanks. I feel the fluid fill up my chest, a reassuring and terrifying feeling at the same time, it had taken me many attempts before I could use the acadamies VR training chambers that use a similar system. Finally I press my head back against the resraint, the final connector snaps into place, my body sags, dead to the world.
Meanwhile; The capsule now filled with both pilot and shock resistant ectoplasm, it is lifted by the docking bay cargo cranes and loaded into the Impairor. The instant the pod is locked into place, the onboard computer powers up the pod.
I reawaken, I am the ship, I feel its idling reactor, I feel the docking bay grip as if it were on my own arm.
"Good Morning Evil Incarn8, I am Aura, your ships computer pleased to meet you".
We undock, and fly out into the future.
Introductions
Well here goes,
Hi everybody, I am Evil Incarn8; Internet spaceship pilot, Khanid Loyalist and Part-time Pirate in the mmorpg EvE Online.
I had started writing a few bits about my backhistory and a few short (although some quite tall) tales about my escapades within this galaxy we call New Eden, on my current corporations forum, after much heckling, a few cat calls and some moos (they are a strange lot) I was advised to put this out to a wider audience.
Just an aside note, this is a blog of the character Evil Incarn8, not of the person behind the computer controlling her.
Hi everybody, I am Evil Incarn8; Internet spaceship pilot, Khanid Loyalist and Part-time Pirate in the mmorpg EvE Online.
I had started writing a few bits about my backhistory and a few short (although some quite tall) tales about my escapades within this galaxy we call New Eden, on my current corporations forum, after much heckling, a few cat calls and some moos (they are a strange lot) I was advised to put this out to a wider audience.
Just an aside note, this is a blog of the character Evil Incarn8, not of the person behind the computer controlling her.
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