REPUBLIC FLEET LOGISTIC SUPPORT
AMAMAKE SYSTEM
HEIMATAR REGION

I have always been a sucker for shiny things; whether it’s women in latex, the latest technologies (I was first of my peers to get the upgraded NeoCom), or a shiny new prototype ship. And while I’m willing to pay for all these great things, they are even more enjoyable when free.

In this particular instance, I’m referring to the Echelon, a shiny new ship bestowed upon the capsuleer masses to give us an edge over the Sansha incursion.

I had the option of having my new shiny delivered to my hangar in Dal, one system over. Knowing the hell hole that is Amamake, it made more sense for me to do so. I had suffered many losses in Amamake, and wasn’t about to foolishly through away a new ship.

The Hasimu, my Cynabal class cruiser, was fueled and ready for launch. I was eager to be away from this forsaken place.

Get your intel first. Find out if it’s clear to undock from an ally. Patience, Roc. Shiny, shiny, shiny!

I suppressed the nagging voice in the back of my head. It’s only one jump to Dal. There’s little chance of me running into anything I can’t handle at this time of day.

“Permission to undock and clear station granted.” the docking manager stated over comms.

I was good to go.

The tractor beams pulled my ship through the various undocking tubes until I could see open space, and what appeared to be some type of battle going on, which wasn’t uncommon for Amamake. Still, I would have to be on my toes and slip through unseen. The undocking procedure was automated, so my fate had already been decided.

I willed Aura to bring all systems online and put my combat systems on standby.

“Greetings capsuleer, and welcome to the Aura Neural Interface. My advanced networking capabilities, combined with the most modern of Empire technologies will allow you to …”

Oh hell no. Told you. Shut up, voice!

Aura was communicating her first run messaging. My system had been reset. I quickly pulled up my HUD as the station docking tractor beam released me. Everything had been reverted to factory default. How did I miss that?

You didn’t do a preflight check is how.

I immediately aligned for the star closest to my current bearing, but I was too late. I heard the familiar blaring of target lock, and before I could react, I was being warp scrambled.

“This is capsuleer Roc Wieler, requesting emergency docking clearance. I’m under attack outside the station by a hostile squad of pirates.”

I set the request to cycle as I turned towards the station. I did not want to engage in any way, or Concord would flag my hostile activity and docking clearance would be denied.

I cycled up the magnetic scattering amplifier, but it was probably a useless gesture on my end. This ship wasn’t combat ready. It was hard to even tell how many ships were attacking me from the pirate blob I could see visually as my overview was crammed down into a small pane on my HUD. I frantically tried to expand it, to at least garner a fighting chance here, all the while hoping the docking manager would respond to my distress call.

My shields failed rapidly, followed by my armour, and still no response from the station.

I managed to see that there were only three assailants directly involved in this attack; two Lokis and an Ashimmu. Lovely.

I watched my hull disintegrate and immediately knew my pod was in jeopardy. As my ship rocked, exploding brilliantly around me, I couldn’t even orient myself before I experienced a bright flash of light and woke up cursing in a clone chamber.

My ship had been lost. My implants had been lost. As I checked the records on the monitoring station, I also came to the dread realization that even some of my heavy ships training had been lost.

Not a good day.

OOC: Thanks to @TheSlayerEve for educating my dumb ass on the wonders of exporting my overview, as well as backing up my settings folder before patch day.

Just goes to remind me that we’re always noobs in EVE Online.

KBP7-G

I was walking through the station promenade, along a more narrow section, trapped behind two very slow moving Caldari teenagers. They were of average height and build, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were so slow moving due to their pants being secured below their asses. What the hell kind of non-functional style trend was that? Ridiculous.

I listened to them mutter and talk trash, and realized they would last less than two seconds in any of my military programs. Finally, the walkway widened, so I quickly made my way by them.

That is when the one I was passing turned and spit, his expunge landing on the side of my face.

“Oh shit! Dude, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you! Shit man!” he apologized profusely as his friend giggled hysterically. I could feel the slimey weight of the loogie sliding down my face.

I looked at his terrified face through my shades.

“Wipe it off.” I said, thinly veiled hostility in my voice.

“What? Are you serious? What? Hell no.” He replied, his friend nearly losing it in laughter.

“Did I stutter? Wipe. It. Off. Now.”

I turned my full width to face him, my muscles rippling through my shirt, veins bulging in my neck, my face flushing with anger as I blocked his path.

To his credit, he only hesitated for a moment before reaching out with the palm of his hand and wiping the mess off of my face. He looked as though he was going to puke from doing so.

I smiled and thanked him, continuing on my way as his friend doubled over in a renewed fit of laughter.

It was shortly after that when a young Gallente woman beckoned at me from her shop. Out of sheer curiousity, and the fact that she was undeniably hot, I made my way over to her.

She was tall, thin, but stacked, with gorgeous blue eyes and a very welcoming smile. She was asking me about my hands, what I did for a living, and what I used to clean myself.

Before I could make up a lie so as to not reveal myself as a capsuleer, she had taken my meaty hands in her small delicate ones, and commented on how strong and rough they were. Her touch sent tingles up and down my spine, and I quickly noted it had been three days since I had last bed a woman. Three days! Dear God how I had not noticed it had been so long!

She bathed my hands in some rare Amarr sea salt, which should’ve repulsed me, but I was completely captivated by her. I smiled dumbly, like a prime male in heat, nodding my head when she spoke, but staring at her intently, wanting her.

As she went to ring in my sale of whatever the hell it was I just bought, I commented to her coworker that a little flirtation goes a long way for sales apparently.

I expected the comment to fall flat.

Instead, this beautiful brunette turned to me, her smoldering, dark eyes piercing my heart (among other things), and she moved closer to me, a warm smile on her face. I’m a man that doesn’t have a lot of personal space, but she was so close to me I could feel the warmth coming off of her body. She was a little heavier, but still very curvaceous, clearly Matari, though I couldn’t tell from where. When she spoke, her accent was melodious and mesmerizing, but still I couldn’t place her clan.

“So what you’re saying is if I were to be closer to my male customers, they might be inclined to buy more from me.”

She looked me up and down, and ran her hand gently up my thigh, sending fire through my body.

Once again I was left nodding dumbly.

“I’ll take three of whatever the hell it is you’re selling.” I said foolishly, eliciting laughter from both of them.

I smiled back with my most charming smile.

The next morning I made them breakfast while they showered, thanked them both for an incredibly satisfying night, then showed them to the door.

Amarr sea salt scrub, I thought, shaking my head. Well, might as well try it out now that I’m good and dirty.

KBP7-G SYSTEM
XV7L-S CONSTELLATION
PROVIDENCE REGION

The tension was palpable throughout the fleet. The increased reports of massive, aggressive Sansha Nation fleets had been sending rumours and fear throughout the Empires.

I had engaged the Sansha many times. I had survived each encounter. Fear can consume us. Fear can elevate something inconsequential to unbelievable heights. That is how Sansha thrived. His was a mind game.

I smirked. Two could play that game.

OPEN BROADCAST TO ALL PILOTS OF NEW EDEN

(OOC: I’m not well versed in hosting on dropbox, please let me know if this failed)

I hoped that would motivate the fleets gathered to oppose this incursion of the Sansha Nation.

OOC: As an aside, it’s a good day for audio. The good folks at Eve Commune have released Episode 7 of their podcast, and graciously interviewed me. It was a great experience, and I want to once again express my sincere gratitude for this opportunity.