Welcome to the sixth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed here . Check out other EVE Blog Banter
This month’s topic comes to us from Quintrala of Speed Fairy . She suggests to “write a short fiction story about the dissolution of the BoB alliance. It could be from BoB’s point of view, the Goons’, by neutrals in 0.0, civilians in Empire, NPCs or even rats. Write about before, during or after the coup; give us stories of market, war, people or love. In-character or roleplay. We want to know what happened, from those fictional characters that, in your mind, were part of it.“
“You never used to smoke.” he said to me, as I lit up a cigar. I offered him one but he declined, waving me away with a disgusted gesture.
“I never used to do a lot of things.” I replied, sucking back on the deliciously flavoured smoke that swirled inside my mouth. It was good to see my friend, it had been decades since last we had enjoyed each other’s company. We had both gained a little bit of weight as we aged, and I no longer needed to shave my head, it stayed smooth of its own accord. His hair has turned silver since last time. Still, neither of us looked that bad for our years; if anything I felt we looked more chiselled and dignified.
“Yeah, it’s amazing how some things change, some things don’t.” he said, swirling some fine cognac around in its snifter. He always had appreciated the finer consumables in life, while I had always been a beer drinker.
We both sat there, lost in melancholic thought for a few minutes, content to simply sit in each other’s company. My own memories seemed like something out of an old fiction holo, so long ago that they teetered on the edge of being forgotten. I’m sure my companion’s memories were much the same.
“Hey, do you remember that time you decided to try to manipulate the pirates of Evati to fight the second great war for you?” he said, pulling me out of my revelry.
I took another deep drag of my cigar before answering with a smile. “Yeah, some good times. Back then we knew who the enemy was; made things simpler.” Everything had been black and white. If you were an Amarr, I killed you. If you were Caldari, I ransomed you back to the State for profit. It wasn’t until years after the war had finished that the lines between friend and foe really blurred, the political arena becoming the biggest cesspool of immorality in all the Empires. Few of us still fought the good fight during those historical years.
“How’s Mynxee?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.
“Haven’t seen Mynxee in nearly ten years.” I said sadly. I hadn’t thought of her in ages, and wondered how she was doing, if she was even still alive. We had a romance that lasted longer than anyone could’ve guessed, and cultivated a remarkable friendship from it, given the extreme differences in our lifestyles. It had caused us both some grief every now and then, the Colonel and the Pirate, but I wouldn’t have changed a single moment we shared.
Again, the silence stretched between us. There was no awkwardness, merely contented reflection. It was I that broke the quietness this time.
“You remember when Band of Brothers fell?” I chuckled to myself a little, my friend doing the same. “It’s all they talked about for months. Goonswarm dismembers Band of Brothers. KenZoku reforms from the ashes. It was on every bleeding newsvid in the galaxy.” I snorted.
“Yeah,” he began. “Millions of beings involved in a crippling war that was dragging Empire economies to a record low, and the media focuses on the dealings of nullsec space. I guess it was more flavourful watching the mighty fall than the same old, same old of unemployed workers standing in food lines trying to get scraps for their families.”
It had been a difficult time. The war was draining every Empire’s resources at an alarming rate, and back then there was no end in sight.
“They just didn’t get it.” I said flatly, sucking back again on my cigar. “All they did was add to the mythology of BoB. Even negative publicity is still publicity. I mean, we were there. GoonSwarm wasn’t able to maintain control of any BoB systems, and ended up nearly destroying itself defending against Red Alliance and every other hungry corporation that wanted to stake a claim in what was Band of Brother’s sovereignty. I think the media moguls did more damage than good in their constant fixation on the topic. Corps rise and fall all the time, it’s just the nature of the beast. Yeah, so this was the two biggest megacorporations of the time duking it out. So what? The fallout lasted for years from that debacle, and it didn’t need to. Everyone should’ve just gotten on with their lives. Things would’ve been a helluva lot better for the public as a whole.”
I cut myself short, knowing I was starting to rant, hearing the anger slip into my banter. I became empassioned when speaking on things I held an opinion on, and really didn’t feel like getting into a heated debate with an old friend. We sat there staring at each other, this time the awkwardness between us evident, or at least that was how I perceived it.
“Still a hothead I see.” he laughed, and I joined him, ordering another round of drinks for us. I put my cigar out, and smiled at my friend.
“You know, Nate, I’m glad you set this up.” I said.
Nathan Carver nodded. Nothing else needed to be said on the matter.
“I followed your political career for years you know, right up until your last campaign.” Nate said, turning the subject to another topic.
“Oh yeah?” I asked curiously.
From there, we spent the next several hours reminiscing on our glory days, each of us coaxing forgotten memories to rise in the other, sharing laughter and drinks as only old friends could.
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- CrazyKinux’s Musing, No where to go…
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- One Man and his Spaceship, Times they are changing
- OZ’s House of the Evil Dead, Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side
- The Wandering Druid of Tranquility, Who the Hell are They?….
- I am Keith Nielson, He Gave Up the Stars
- Life in Low Sec, Six Degrees of Seperation
- A Merry life and a Short One, Die Bard
- Roc’s Ramblings, Mythology
- Dense Veldspar, EVE Blog Banter #6
- Letrange’s EVE Blog, A toast to the disolution of BoB
- Fumbling in Space, Scarnan Vs The Fleeing Bankrupt Hordes
- More coming soon…