The Tyranny of the Undead Space People
Who Don’t Really Fight Giant Space Battles Over Planetary Control As Depicted In The Holo-reels
– by So Sensational

“What is that?” the boy said. His mother looked to the sky.
“I don’t know, I believe it might be a bird” she replied, clearly confused by the giant thing approaching in the sky, she had never seen such a thing before.
“NO!” cried an echoing voice, loud enough to scare away a flock of actual futurebirds who were nesting in the trees, “It is I, the mighty and fearless capsuleer Andy94, member of the Advanced Tactics and Murder corporation! I have come here to sow the seeds of profit!”
“The seeds of profit?” the mother asked, clearly not understanding what the great voice in the sky was talking about.
“I shall make you my slaves, woman! I shall claim the planets for myself, nothing can stop me and my powerful Maller, no one will interfere when I impose my tyranny on the weak people of this world!”
“That does not sound very fun at all ( )” she said, “What will you have us do? Surely it cannot be all that bad?”
“Fool! I shall make you draw LINES! I shall have you raise colorful buildings in the name of your lord! You will know fear Muahahahahaha!”

A loud noise, coming from space (he he) burst through the atmosphere, had someone else come to claim the same prize as our dear tyrant Andy34? Surely that could not be? Someone else would taint the rule of our might leader? Surely he could stop them though, it is not as if this world is divided into multiple areas where you do not see the other capsuleers, we all live in the same galaxy after all.

Or so we thought, for the mighty and benevolent, Anastacia Rofo had come to conquer the same planet as Andy05, not through tyranny, but peaceful reign! Everyone would benefit under her (his) benevolence, the line drawers would draw mighty lines of unprecedented cultural significance, her factories would produce amazing quantities of high quality goods unrivaled by the entirely different, not at all exactly the same, creations of lesser demigods.

Andy85, the ruthless tyrant, could not stand for this, such insolence was not a part of the world he had grown up in. No one could challenge him when he stole cubic meter after cubic meter of Veldspar from the spineless, almost automated miners in the belts of high security Amarr space, his flashing red ship had never been challenged by the weak and the cowardly. Surely this one would not do so either, after all, he was a god among gods.

“You there, I am the mighty Andy7, ruler of this world, you are not welcome here!” he said over the comms.
“But surely we can come to some agreement, I do not wish to offend you!” a suspiciously deep voice replied, “My name is Anastacia Rofo, commander of the 55th Legion of the Exploration and Mineral Extraction Association”
“Never! This planet and it’s people are mine!” he touted, clearly proud of his initial contact with the indigenous people, surely the fear they felt after his glorious arrival, would keep them in line.
“Then, I am afraid I must close this comms, if you cannot cooperate I must add you to my blocklist” she threatened, most likely thinking that he would fear such a thing, as if he needed her! Hmph, cowards AND fools!
“Fool, how will that help you take this planet away from me?!” he spat out, and laughed to himself.
“But surely you have heard good sir, I don’t have to, we can coexist and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
“What?! This is unpossible! My tyranny must not be challenged, who will draw the lines in a society like yours? Who will respond to a leader without a firm hand?!”
“We shall see, there is no doubt in my mind that both our ways of ruling will have a great impact on our subjects, but I do not doubt my ways.”
“But surely you cannot build on the same planet as I? I shall conquer your colony!” he said, while grinding his teeth in frustration.
“It would seem that we are separated by an invisible wall, thus rendering the powers of your mighty Maller completely useless!” she retorted, proud of the knowledge she had accumulated while reading about the world while her mining lasers cycled.
“Noooooooooo! This cannot be! I shall leave this place and build my empire in an area where no one can close in on my colonies, a place where people like you never go, a place known as… NULL SEC!” he said triumphantly, confident that he had so easily outwitted the cowards yet again.

As he’s getting ready to leave he brutally incinerates everything in his colony, leaving no one alive or so he thinks.

Andy85 shifts his Maller towards the gates, swiftly warping through system after system of CONCORD controlled space, his anger builds, not only towards the fools of the 55th Legion of the Exploration and Mineral Extraction Assosciation but towards those who allow such insolence to stand, the puppet masters in their offices, the CONCORD. Finally he reaches the area he’s been headed for for the past 30 minutes of exciting travel, the infamous region of Placid. Surely no one will try to stop him in 0,0. He hits the warp button in his cockpit and reaches the first 0,0 gate. As he jumps through everything seems fine, nothing appears on his scanners, all of a sudden he realizes that absolutely nothing is showing on his overview, nothing at all. He realizes that time itself has frozen.
“What is this nonsense?” he says to himself in his cockpit, “Have I passed through an anomaly of some sort?”

All of a sudden he finds himself in a black tunnel with a blinding light at the end of it, he has never seen this tunnel before but has heard of it, and he realizes that he is actually dying.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GRID LOAD LAG!” he shouts as his pod is burnt burnt into ashes in the cold emptiness of space by a massive blob of null sec pirates so experienced that they’ve even installed their own private outhouse at the gate to allow non-stop control of their pipeline.

What Andy85 doesn’t know is that Estefan, his name given to him by the pile of ashes now sitting next to him, is still alive. When the maller burnt everything in the colony it missed little Estefan and as his mother’s ashes started drifting through the wind, he cried out in anguish and reached for the sky towards the Maller. In anger he squished the little dot between his index finger and thumb, and shouted “ANDY103, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!” Andy’s clones, Andy’s ships, he will have his revenge.

– by Remeus Lockheart

Demi-gods of the heavens. Gods amongst men. That is what they call them.

No…

Demons. That is what they are. I know the truth of their kind, where they go only destruction follows.

Bad enough they spread destruction amongst the stars, now, now they bring destruction to the worlds, the last havens from their kind.

The day their power was extended I looked to the skies. Hundreds of ships, waiting, casting their shadows upon this world. No sooner had the time of their unchaining came, their unchaining from the laws which bound them to the stars and protected us all, that the first shuttles descended….

And with the first shuttles…

The destruction.

As soon as the shuttle had landed the rain came.

Who knows what happened… Perhaps some personal grief long in the brewing? Perhaps a disagreement over a prime deposit of materials? All I know is the demons of the sky do not care who they hurt along the way. Hundreds died in seconds as the rain of the gods reduced the area to a crater. As the sky lit up thousands more would die as the debris fell from orbit.

There are those amongst the gods who yearn for peace and freedom, those who care for their crews and those around them, but those who cannot die soon lose their way. Once death has no meaning life soon becomes cheap and those who once sought freedom and peace soon lose touch like the rest.

I watched in horror…

Sometimes I used to look up at the sky, the call of the stars begging me to take my place amongst them once more…

But I was ashamed…

Ashamed of what I had become in my attempt to find freedom…

To bring peace…

To explore the stars and to find my home amongst them.

My implants cause me pain, as if to remind me of what I am…

I tried to find peace amongst the stars…

Instead I too brought destruction.

I found a haven amongst the planets, a world I had forgotten.

After seeing the destruction around me as the gods were unbound from their chains…

I know what I must do.

Only those of us who have heeded the call of the stars could understand…

I am a pod pilot, a god amongst men.

No…

I am a demon…

And I will rain my destruction on those who now threaten the last havens from my kind!

– by Crefakis

They landed last week. Already the command centre was built. I could see multiple defences, all of which were trained at the sky. I settled in to the foxhole as my spotter called the relevant information.

“Wind, twenty. Elevation, twelve metres. Distance…”

Olach paused as he measured how far across the plains from our vantage point within the tree line overlooking the construction site. The blue glow of the screen he peered into illuminating his face.

“Approximately seventy-five clicks”.

“Twenty, twelve, seventy five. Roger.”

I adjusted my sight to the specific data, and peered into it.

“Target spotted,” I mumbled.

“Fire at will Jak,” Olach replied.

I squeezed. The recoil hit my shoulder like a fist, the projectile’s shockwave bent the dry grass around the muzzle of the metre long barrel. The head of the construction foreman effectively disappeared.

“Hit. Let’s move Jak.”

“Yessir,” I folded the bi-pod on the rifle and slung it over my shoulder, crouching as low as possible and we moved away from the carnage and alarms, audible even over the massive distance.

*

They landed last week. We all knew about the small station orbiting the moon that we saw at night, we saw the flashes of light and temporary stars of explosions and saw the holo-reels that described what happened above but it all seemed so distant. We experienced nothing of the wars that raged in the heavens, except for perhaps slight inflation or deflation of the prices in the taverns as blockades were enforced or broken depending on who was winning. We didn’t even know who was fighting, we just knew that every now and again some people hit the jackpot as they stumbled upon the wrecks of frigates and cruisers that had dropped out of orbit and buried themselves in the countryside.

Wars happened down here too, but not as often and never as wide scale as what happened above. My name is Jak Winder, and I am an alcoholic. We all are. When I say we, I mean our regiment, it is the only way to stay sane. Wars here happen between the major city states, and we are tasked with Magil’s defence, normally against the cities of Pleth and Viper, but now? Now we’re all in the same boat.

B-company, second regiment. Sniper teams. Used to sitting in specially constructed positions atop of our tallest buildings, effective to one hundred kilometres, with the standard nano-projectile rifles. Our motto? “Dead before you hear the shot”.

They landed last week. A freighter, accompanied by a wing of frigates made touchdown around two hundred kilometres outside Magil’s city limits, and as we – Sergeant Olach Illumu and I – watched through our sights as the huge, kilometre long craft settled into a columns of of dust, wondered what the hell was happening, the frigates roared overhead, dropping thousands of pieces of paper towards the streets. Olach stood and caught one, what it said was thus:

Greetings, citizens of Mi Prime!

You have been chosen as part of a campaign by the Alliance of Betters to play host to our new corporate venture! Troops will be arriving soon to conscript your males to work in this venture, so pack your bags boys, you will be part of the AoB in a short while!

Please note that any resistance by either your armed forces or by citizens Levée en masse will be met with utter destruction from the Titan-class ship that you see above you!

Your cooperation in this matter will be appreciated!

As we craned our necks we saw the massive Avatar, visible in geostationary orbit even from the ground, I remember glancing at Olach as our comms unit chimed with the emergency rally command.

*

“Teeeeeeeen-HUT!”

The sound of fifty combat boots sweeping together made a sound like an incredibly short drum roll as the Major walked in. He was young, perhaps thirty – although high enough up the chain of command to make it to at least a hundred, perhaps older. In the correct circumstances, of course. Now though, it didn’t look like he would make it to forty. Dark rings under his eyes, unshaven and sullen he straightened to address us.

“Gentlemen, at ease,” the room collectively relaxed their stance, “As you know the Mayor and the council has called for a ceasefire with the other cities. They are in the exact same situation, otherworlders landing less than three hundred kilometres away, we assume to conscript man-power. Each city has a titan in geo-stat with its weapons primed and trained directly at the centre and each city is thinking the same thing. What are we going to do? Here is the plan, you will all take a pack,” The Major gestured behind us, where huge rucksacks were being brought in, “And you will leave.” At this there were confused mumblings among the rest of the company. The lieutenant stepped forward.

“What the Major means is that we are initiating a guerilla war. You will have no visible markings or outward loyalties. All you will have are these infra-red beacons to distinguish yourselves from the enemy, and two months of rations. You leave in ten. Get ready boys, this will be a battle for survival. Not just for Magil, but for all the cities, for Pleth, Viper, for Innar and Gae – This is our planet. Keep it that way. Dismissed”.

*

They landed last week, and I haven’t slept since. We were running north, my legs were aching horribly and the rifle was a dead weight on my back as Olach and I sprinted through the trees. Our exit was obviously not as clean as we thought, it took minutes for a drop-pod of twenty marines to crash into the woods behind us. I looked to my right and saw Olach sprinting through the pines, silhouetted against the light of the city a hundred kilometres to the east, yellow and orange against the mountains that circled the Magil plains.

Shots whipped through the trees and branches exploded to my left, but it did not faze me – we were almost there. I glanced at Olach and he nodded as we jumped through the open trapdoor of our foxhole and locked it from the inside. Panting we sat still as we heard the marines sprinting overhead. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

It was five minutes before we heard it, like a giant electric motor spinning up and increasing in revolutions. We both moved to the eastern side of the den we had built ourselves and only just caught in time the gigantic flash of a massive explosion about a mile above Magil.

“Oh… Oh no, shit, no!” uttered Olach, “They did it, they really did it. They fired the Titan.” Olach looked at me with an expression that chilled me to the bone. “There’s nothing left.” He slumped down against the wall with pure hopelessness.

I sat next to Olach and picked up the bottle of whiskey I had stashed in my pack, took a swig and handed it over, Olach accepted it still staring at the city, now laid waste, with fires and smaller explosions highlighting the skeletons of skyscrapers.

*

They landed last week.

– by Kreigen

**10 Days till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I
Caldari Sovereignty

The day was hot, unusually hot considering the breeze off the oceans. There was a farming module out in the west field that needed a condenser unit replaced badly, and of course, father had me up at dawn to fix it. I sat kneeling in the soft earth of the field, sweat pouring over my forehead and dripping off my nose, trying to think if there was anything better I wanted to do with my life. There had been times I had dreamt of heading to the stars like so many others, but father was quick to end those thoughts.

“The universe outside our door is a loathsome and unforgiving place.” He would say “Clear your mind of the trivial dreams, and focus on the work you do with your own two hands”

He was so found of saying that…”with your own two hands”. Mother used to say it was his way of atonement, but was quick to silence when father would give her “The Look”. I laughed to myself, yeah, “The Look”. It was legendary in our home, it meant shut up or else.

I brushed the dirt off my hands and ran them through the soil. It always helped take some of the oils from the modules off, something about the sulfur content my father would say. I gazed upward and caught a glimpse of the Lai Dai station hovering in orbit. Sometimes, at night I would glance through the crude microscope my father had hidden away in the storage unit at that mighty mass of metal in the sky and wonder….. What did they do?

I had traveled with father many times to the planetary launch pad about 100km away. We would trade goods and pick up our orders from the cargo containers that came in once every six cycles. I would always listen to the pilots talk of the latest Capsuleer news. What systems were threatened, what horrible things had happened, and what Concord had planned for this system. Always that rumor. This system has always been just out of Concords reach, lawless and dangerous yet close enough to secured space that nothing terrible ever really happened.

Suddenly something didn’t feel right. I snapped back to reality and realized I was gazing off for more then an hour, lost in my own thoughts, father would have my head for that if he knew. I wondered if it was the fear of getting caught daydreaming that snapped me back, Yet that wasn’t it. I felt my skin crawl as what little breeze blew stopped. Then I heard it. The familiar boom of planetary entry. There wasn’t a scheduled resupply drop for another 3 cycles. I stood up quickly and scanned to the west, toward the planetary pad.

Nothing.

I knew I heard it. I scanned the horizon, flowing my eyes off the blue oceans to the south. That’s when I saw it… or should I say them. They started as small specks reflecting off the water. I thought I had heat stroke at first. But then I rubbed my eyes and looked again, they were there swarming around each other, just above the water. Then suddenly they stopped moving, and in a flash shot off in 5 different directions. One barreled, like some kind of winged demon, right toward me. It stopped, dead on the spot, just a few feet above my head.

It was silver in color, with a pulsing blue light from its core. It was pill shaped, but with large rotating fans that kept it in flight. Reminding me of the kites I flew as a child. Suddenly it lurched, and shot into the ground, inches from me. The concussion of the impact threw me to the ground, and the noise of it rang in my ears. I sat up, and noticed the module I spent all morning working on was torn clear in half. The object was now imbedded into the soil, making clicking and whirling sounds. Then suddenly, just as it had moments before, it lurched and shot again into the sky. This time not hovering, but a full thrust back into the clouds. I heard 5 distinctive pops as each object I had first witnessed ascended back into the black heavens.

I never heard father approach me, nor did I notice him inspecting the module and the hole in the ground that sat smoking from the heat of the thing. I gaze upward until I felt his hand on my shoulder….

He spoke softly, having never heard him speak this way I was startled..

“Son, come to the house. I need to speak to you and your sister…now”

**6 Days till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I Lai Dai Station, High Orbit
Caldari Sovereignty

He sat watching the screen as it scanned, and rescanned every ship within 200km of the station. Things had gotten very busy, and ever since the fleet of scan ships hit the system, and descended on

Planet I, 4 days ago.

They had him on double duty. Caldari state ships were arriving in droves. But they weren’t the only ones. He had personally seen at least 6 Charon freighters enter the system and move to positions around the 3rd planet in the last 24 hours. The Capsuleers were chomping at the bit. 6 days to go, then everything would change….

**4 Days till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I
Caldari Sovereignty

What father had told me was almost impossible to believe. Concord was lifting the ban on what he called “Planet Mining”. We always thought we were going to be safe from capsuleers here. I had heard him tell my mother of the “old days”, which he would look at me and warn me of the “Breed of dogs and demons that fly the dark heaven without a care to anyone but themselves, and their wallets”.

Now that was changing. They were coming here, to lay claim to land that we had already claimed. The scan probes that shot through the planet over the last few days were only beginning he told us. Soon we would have to be ready for much more, much bigger visitors. My sister sat weeping, unsure of our fate. My father was as stone faced as ever.

That evening I saw him standing outside talking to someone. The man was covered in a robe from head to toe and spoke with an accent I had never heard. When he reached out to shake my fathers hand I gasped at the sight. Mechanics of countless kinds ran through his arm. Metal plates bolted to his skin, which was as pale as our moon. My father took his hand, shook it, and spoke in a language I had never heard.

The next morning I questioned him about the man. I was swiftly given “The Look” and fell to silence. He instructed me to go that morning to the west field, the same field I had encountered that first scan probe, and retrieve every piece of equipment from it.

“That’s nearly 3 days work” I exclaimed.

My father looked at me, without flinching said “And you have one day to do it in”

**2 Days till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I Lai Dai Station
Caldari Sovereignty

The last two days were spent gathering everything we had. Some of it my father sold to our neighbors for the cheapest bidder. I was angry at him, upset that we were abandoning our home at the first sign of the capsuleers. I bit my tongue, not wanting to anger father as I could tell he was already very much on edge.

He took me with him the previous night to a meeting with the locals and a Lai Dai company man. The man dressed head to toe in white lab gear. He spoke of the Caldari State’s reaction to recent concord decisions. He told us not to worry, that no great change would come to our planet or way of life. People were angry, screaming violent threats at him. Others were nodding their heads in agreement.

My fathers lips snarled, and he spat on the ground. “Fools..” he said under his breath. “Come, son, we are leaving…”

This day, no matter my anger, his mood seemed to have worsened. Twice more since I first saw that strange man he came back to speak with my father. Always at a distance in the shadows, and never for very long. I began to wonder why I had never seen him. A man like that would most surely be known to all in the area.

Father had just finished packing a cargo crate when the vid screen flashed. He had a call… he never had calls. Father gave me “The Look” and I quickly finished what I was doing and left the room. I heard him raise his voice, twice, then silence. It droned on for what felt like forever, ringing in my ears worse with each passing eternity of a second. Father opened the door and called me into the room.

I stood up, strangely, shaking. I had never seen him like this. There was something very different about him. He had always been stern, but fair and calm. Now he seemed a frenzy of emotion, dominating was anger.

I entered the room to find the locked trunk he kept under the floor boards pulled out and opened. Inside were all manner of mechanical instruments and gadgets. Father was opening a small steel container. Inside were small boxes with wires attached. He turned and stared at me dead in the eyes.

“Son, In my time I have seen great things, done greater things, but also horrible things.” His expression never faltered “I came here, with your mother and you to leave that behind me. But these things I have done will never leave. The universe sees to that. I have raised you to know hard work, to know that what you do with your hands results in reward. But that time has come to an end.”

I stared at him, my mind lost in a swirl of confusion “Father I….”

He cut me off “Do not speak. Listen.” I nodded.

“Tomorrow you will take your sister to the launch pad and meet with the Turista family. They will take her from you and you will return to me here.”

“I don’t unders…”

“I SAID LISTEN!” He screamed. He had never screamed at me. Between his demeanor and “The Look” it was enough to keep me in line. “..you will come back here. Do you understand?”

“Yes father.”

As I lay in bed that night my head swam with thoughts and worries. What was happening, why was father sending my sister away, and who was that man in the cloak? I heard him outside again talking with my father. I slid out of bed as silently as I could and slipped on my clothes. I crawled through the window and positioned myself in the bushes near them. They were finishing their conversation, ending in the handshake and language I knew nothing about. Father went back inside, and I followed the cloaked man at a distance. He proceeded down along the oceans bank to an isolated marsh section. He approached a point and stopped dead in his tracks. He stared up and did not move.

Suddenly the air around where he stood electrified and began to twist. Metal and lights came into view, then there was a ship. It was Black and red, with dim lighting all around it. Shaped in a crescent, it was bigger then anything I had ever seen. The cloaked man began to walk toward it, then stopped mid step. He turned only his head toward where I hid. How could have known I was here, I never made a sound. The cloak fell from around his head exposing a ghastly sight. Out of the back of his ran tubes and wires that disappeared down the back of his cloak. His head was bald, but patched with more metal plates. His mouth was covered by what looked like a deep breather we used when spraying out crops. As he gazed toward my location I noticed he was missing an eye, in its place was some kind of optic visor. I could not tell, but I swore I saw him smile before he stepped forward and boarded the ship.

It rose off the ground slightly hovering. It was silent. Its engines never made a sound. Then the electricity in the air started again, and it disappeared from view. I was left alone again in silence and darkness, unsure of what Id seen.

I made my way home and crawled back in through the window. Father was waiting for me in the darkness.

“Did you follow him?”

“yes father”

He let out a little laugh, something I hadn’t heard since mother had passed “Ever my son…. Go to sleep”

**23 hours till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I Lai Dai Station, High Orbit
Caldari Soveregnty

He was amazed. This system sat virtually barren for years. Not since the Gallante war had he seen so many ships in the system. Yet, there they were. 12 Charon freighters, countless support craft, as well as numerous combat vessels. He even thought he saw a black ops vessel ping on his radar. He couldn’t scan it down again so it was probably nothing, a ghost in the machine.

They were coming alright. Most from the same capsuleer corporation that was scanning the planet over the last week. They were coming, and they were foaming at the mouth.

**13 hours till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I
Caldari Sovereignty

He had done as he was told. His sister had boarded a shuttle with the Turista family, whom all looked petrified at the journey they were about to take. They shot off toward the stars, and the station, planning to return when the initial blitz on the planet by the capsuleers was over.

I returned home to find my father wearing a tight, black and deep blue uniform. His head was shaved, and for the first time ever I noticed numerous sockets and small metal plates around his head and neck. He was seated at the table with numerous devices laid out in front of him.

He pointed to the seat in front of him. “Sit down son.”

I did as I was told.

He looked down at the floor, then back at me. “Years before I knew your mother, before you were a twinkle in her eyes, I would fly that dark heaven. I was a great pilot; I fought in many wars, saw the end to many fellow pilots, and took all I could as my own.”

“You…you are a capsuleer?!” I exclaimed.

My father pardoned the interruption “Yes, was… and forever will be. I took everything I could, killed many innocent people, and was the leader of a small gang….. that man you’ve been seeing… he was my right hand. He took over the..” He gently cleared his throat “business when I left.”

I stared, lost.

“After the scan probes came that day I knew something was happening. I contacted him for information and found out much much more. We are leaving this place tomorrow. You will board a ship with me, we will leave this planet and start this game over again, together.”

I gasped “But I don’t want to start this over… I worked to long and hard here to start over somewhere else..”

He cut me off “You misunderstand me, we are not going to another planet to farm son. We are taking you to get fitted for a capsule. You are going to become what your father already is…”

I was lost, my head was swimming… I didn’t know what to say or do.

My father calmly waited for my to regain my composure. “Over the next few hours we will help me prepare to re-enter a capsule. You must learn as we go, and you pay close attention, it will make the process for you less… painful.”

Over the next few hours I helped him plug all manner of machine and booster into his neural slots. It was tiring and agonizingly tedious. When it was over, I gazed at my father not seeing the man I knew, but a thing closer to the man in the cloak.

**T Minus 15 minutes till Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I
Caldari Soveregnty

All day Dai Lai had been sending message probes and drones down to the planet telling us how to behave, what to expect, and other general propaganda. I had spend hours moving everything worth while to one large secured container with father, who was now wearing the same kind of cloak the mysterious man was wearing before. He had also fit me with some basic boosters thru injections that would help with my first visit to space.

It was due to happen soon, the first wave of capuseers to swarm the planet. The timer display my father set up said 6 minutes, where the drones kept saying 15. I knew now it was best to just go along with father and not ask.

After we finished loading the container he called me over to the clearing in front of our home. As I walked toward him I noticed his timer had reached zero. He pointed to a section of the sky and told me to watch.

I stared at the blue sky for what seemed forever. Then a blink caught my eye. It raced across the sky then dipped toward us. It tore a hole in the clouds and it barreled faster then anything I had ever seen. I wanted to run, to get out of its impending impact but I looked at father, who did not move. I stood my ground wanting to at least make him proud in what I thought was our twilight.

The object flew fast and hard toward us, then at the last second, came to a stop right above us. It was a ship, of a make and model I had never seen in any video feed. It was huge, a massive beast that blocked out the sun for what seemed miles. My father was smiling, grinning like a baby with a new toy. The ship slowly came to rest on the ground not far from the house. Its engines shut down and a figure exited the ship.

The cargo bay to the ship opened and began dropping a much smaller shuttle on the ground next to it. The figure walked closer, and I could see it was the same man who had come so many times in the night. He took my fathers hand and moved into a small embrace with him, patting his back firmly.

“Itsss good to sssee you in true form, brotha” he said, with his breathing device hissing as he did.

The figure glanced at me then back at father “Taking the nexxxt generation with you are you?”

Father spoke sternly and strongly “He is my legacy, and he will make his own soon enough”

The man laughed “Alwaysss the poet… the poet whos sword was alwaysss mighter then his pen”

He took my fathers hand, spoke his foreign farewell and headed toward the small shuttle. Stopping, he cocked his head slightly to the side and yelled out “Better hurry, Im ssssure the Lai Dai are wondering why a Machariel Battleship just broke planetary orbit” cackling he boarded the shuttle and torn off into the sky.

Father laughed to himself “A gnat on the radar it is not….” He turned quickly to me “As I instructed son, load the gear and get ready to go.”

I moved quickly to load the gear into place. I saw father enter the ship, the suddenly tiny probes launched everywhere around the ship. I heard his voice boom out of unseen speakers..

“Its time son…”

**Zero Hour- Concord Releases Planetary Ban**

Location: Horkissen I
Caldari Sovereignty

The sound of numerous planetary entries shock the ground. I was thrown to the ground, and quickly stood back up. I watched as giant pillars stretching miles into the sky dropped onto the planets surface as armies of drones began to peel away the metal skin and expose pipes, refineries, and other large factory like equipment.

I screamed at the ship “Father, what are these things.”

The speakers cracked on “They are the machines that will change the face of this planet and a million others like it. They are the instruments of the greedy, and the conduit of a new era.”

I stared back at them, the drones had already half assembled one and it groaned to life. I saw smoke pour into the air and it began its work.

Fathers voice rang in my ears “Board now son, we are leaving…”

I tore off running toward the boarding ramp, but was stopped suddenly by the biggest explosive sound I had ever heard. I walked slowly back to where I could see the factory. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it, it was working I assumed, as intended.

“Up” fathers voice boomed again “Look up and see what one action begets”

I looked up and saw what I knew to be a Charon Freighter entering the atmosphere. That was impossible I though, they were far to big to enter planets. Then I saw it.

The bow of the ship dipped below the clouds, followed by the middle section. The rear of the ship was no where to be seen… and the middle was a horrific picture of hell. Flames shot out of every section, smaller explosions ripped through the remainder of the ship.

“Get on board son, we are leaving now” fathers voice said

I boarded and positioned myself next to a vid screen. The camera probes father had launched were fixed on the falling freighter. I watched, part in awe part in horror, as it touched the planets surface. The flash of light blinded the camera drones. Then as the picture came back I saw a pillar of fire rising to the sky unlike anything I had ever seen before. I felt the ship jerk as we lifted off the ground and punched toward the sky.

The shock was from the crashing freighter propelled us into the heavens. I glanced at the vid screen and noticed father had kept one on the planets surface. We watched as the shockwave tore everything to dust. Our home was gone, our life on that planet over.

“Camera six” father said.

I looked at the vid screen and increased the size. I saw another Charon being attacked by numerous ships of various sizes. I watched as it to exploded into debris.

“Pirates?!” I screamed above the engines

I heard fathers laugh reverberate through the whole ship. “No son, Capsuleers.”

I stared back at the screen and watched the planet grow smaller and smaller. I could see monstrous ships of countless model traveling toward it. I felt sick and sad.

“Our home….” I whispered under my breath

Fathers voice answered me “Your in it son, this is the Black Horizon, Welcome Home.”

I’d like to take this opportunity to say thank you to every reader thus far that has donated ISK to this community contest. From 1 million isk and higher, it all is generous, and I appreciate each of you for contributing.

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PS. I’ve had some people ask if CK and I don’t get along, as since the beginning of this contest I’ve made it a point to raise more prizing than CK had for his CCP sponsored Tyrannis contest.

CK and I get along just fine. In fact, our playful goading of each other is just motivation to push ourselves further. In the end, it’s the Eve community that benefits.

Also, CK, if you’re reading this, I’m at 202 lbs.

~a memoir of love, loss, and violence by Sothos R’Tha

“Sothos…hey…Sothos, 150 ISK to you”

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I set my cigar down “I’ll call.”

I thew my chips into the pot and sat back in the chair. I wasn’t sure why I’ve been
so distracted lately. Things at home have been better than ever, at least as good as they
could be. I forgot tomorrow is Sadie’s birthday, I don’t even know what to get her. What
do ten year olds want for their birthdays now, what a terrible mother I am..

“Itt’le been eight years tomorrow, ain’t that right..” Trent said from across the table.

Eight years ago Trent and I were flying escort duty on a fairly routine trade run
from Jita. The corporation I was flying for produced fuel for the outpost stations set up
on the fringe of civilized space, but this run was well inside Caldari space. Orders were
to escort the Astral Hauler from the trade hub to our production facilities, fifteen jumps
away.

“You’re not going to let me get killed this time, are you sweetheart? Remember when
this tub pops, that’s it for me. No fancy pod to save my skin.” Lillo joked over the
comms.

“Not a chance, baby, you’ve got two of the best pilots watching your back, plus its a
straight shot through hi-sec” I replied back.

“After this assignment I was thinking I could take you and Sadie to Caille on Gallente
Prime. You know, for her birthday.”

“She’s only two, Lillo, she won’t even remember it.”

“It was just an idea, think about it. The first jump is coming up, prepare to jump to Perim-
iter” Lillo announced.

The dealer finished laying down the river, damn I thought as I threw my cards in.

“Did they e’re really figure out what happen’d with that gate? I tried askin’ ‘bout it but no-
body knew anythin’, it seem’d.” Trent asked as he stared blankly at his cards. “No,” I re-
plied “I submitted a formal request for a copy of the investigation when it was closed,
but apparently it has been marked as ‘Classified’.”

At first the jump through the stargate to the Perimeter system seemed like any
other jump. We requested alignment and jump codes from the control tower, they re-
sponded, and I felt the familiar sense of being stretched in all directions. In the instant
after everything went white, I expected to see the familiar Perimeter gate and be wel-
comed to the system over the comms. What I didn’t expect, however, was the nothing-
ness spread out ahead of me.

“What the hell is going on Sothos?” Lillo called from the Astral “Where the hell are we,
this isn’t Perimeter.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. Trent, what do your instruments read, mine can’t be right.” My
heart dropped when my navigation computer put our location in the Rancer system.

“Uh boss, my NAVs put us in the middle of Rancer.” Trent’s voice sounded nervous. The
Rancer system was notorious for pirates who killed you for the sheer sport of it. I
weighed my options for a minute. CONCORD has no jurisdiction in this system, so if we
got in trouble we would be on our own. I brought up the NAV computer again and
charted the nearest route back to secure space.

I keyed the microphone “Here’s the plan, Isikesu is the closest haven for us, but
we need to pass through Miroitem first. Trent, you and me will go ahead and scout the
gate. Be ready to warp the Astral when I give the all clear Lillo.” To be honest, I was ter-
rified. Being in pirate space with a light escort and a freighter full of cargo was a bad
situation just waiting to get worse.

A pair of 5’s, maybe this hand will be better. I didn’t need the ISK, flying short
hops across the planet brought in plenty of money, but I just needed to feel lucky. Luck
was the only way Trent and I would be able to pull off tonight’s mission. His datapad
buzzed and he glanced down at it.

“The barges jus’ jumped inta’ the system Sothos. Our scout says they got heavy movers
an’ mining drills. You ‘ere right, they gonna’ tear our home up. Jus’ like they been doin’
all over the sector”

“Are you sure you want to come out of retirement? Once we do this…we can never
come back. They’ll be hunting us, but someone needs to make a stand. Someone
needs to show these corporations that this is our land, our homes, and that they can’t
just take them from us.”

“Aye, I flew suicide missions with ya’ before Sothos and we seem’da turn out alright,
didn’t we?”

I looked back down at the table. The flop was a King, Queen and Three of dia-
monds. No Joy, but its never over until the river, as Lillo used to say.

“All clear, warp to the gate Lillo.” I started the automated alignment program and
punched the gate code. I held my breath as I appeared on the other side, and let out a
sigh of relief when it was clear. I radioed back for Trent and Lillo to jump through. One
more jump and we were safe, one more jump and I could go home and see my daugh-
ter. I aligned to the Isikesu gate and punched my warp drive. I came out of warp 100kM
from the gate and looked at the sensors closely, strangely not a soul in sight. The calm
made me uneasy, This whole trip I noticed we havn’t seen a single soul, pirate or other-
wise. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

“Go ahead and warp in, but be careful. Something doesn’t feel right here.” I dou-
ble checked the system scanners, and again they came up empty. As I saw Trent and
Lillo warp in next to me, I told Trent to jump through first, and then for Lillo to follow him.

Contact alarms sounded, my ship was locked and there was a missile warning
alarm screaming in my head. Instantly I punched my shield boosters and armed the
Bloodclaw’s. The Rifter Trent was flying detonated a mere fraction of a second before
he was able to jump through the gate, but I saw the green flash of his pod make it
through.

“Lillo, get that damn thing through the gate, NOW!” I screamed as I turned to face
the newly uncloaked Manticore. Hoping to draw all his attention to me I lit the after-
burner and sent two missiles hurtling into space after him. Both Bloodclaws hit their
mark, but for all the damage it did I would have been better off throwing rocks. I couldn’t
do anything but look on in horror as the rocket motor trails reach out toward the Astral
who was still aligning to jump. When the slender fingers finally reached the freighter, it
exploded in a brilliantly blue fireball. Instinct took over and I raced toward the gate, feel-
ing my ship shudder from the missile impacts.

When I reached the other side I set a course for home, I was empty. Numb.

A King showed up in the Turn, and a second King in the River. Full house. Time to go.

“Did Elaine pick up Sadie like we arranged?” I asked.

“Yup, an’ she left us a whole box o’ stuff to kill them Corp pilots with too.” Trent replied
gleefully. He may not have been my most intelligent friend, but he was loyal to the end
and damn good at killing things. I would have wanted no one else flying on my wing for
this one.

“You fueled and pre-flighted the Rifters? Its been years since they saw the cold and
empty horizon of space, they need to be reliable.”

“I gotcha boss, don’t you worry. Those’ll do whatever you want ‘em to and them some.”

Flying these rust-heaps wasn’t my first idea, however one finds it is much harder
to obtain the machines for war when you’re planetside. While the Rifters and their auto-
cannons were not as graceful as my Kestral and her missiles were, they were more
than enough to get the job done. The foolish Corporation doesn’t expect any resistance
from the people it plans on exploiting. Trent and I left the bar and got into his small per-
sonal shuttle, the Rifters were hidden in a forest clearing, safe from the prying eyes of
Corp spies and thieves. After landing and loading the ammunition into the Rifters I took
a final glance into the sky above.

“It looks so big when you’re down here, yet we fight and kill over the same small sector
of space…the violence is senseless” I murmured as I settled myself into the cockpit.
It was a slaughter. The two small frigates providing security were vaporized be-
fore they could even react. I felt the rattling of the auto-cannons in the command con-
sole and watched as the rounds sliced through the hull of the transport ships and land-
ing crafts. Trent chased the pods, mercilessly destroying them before they could escape
and bring reinforcements. “Six! I popped Six so far!” He yelled over the comms in an
frenzied voice.

The killing was over as fast as it had begun. I throttled back the engines of the
Rifter and looked at the carnage around me. A man’s torso collided with my cockpit and
left a red smear as it glanced off, bits and pieces of the transport ships were vaguely
recognizable. An engine manifold here, a section of hull there. I felt numb again, it was
the first time since Lillo was killed that I didn’t hurt. I was numb. I opened a long range
channel to the Corp offices who these unfortunate souls were flying for and typed a brief
message before aligning to the gate and jumping out.

This is the Beginning of the End.

– by TehMasterSword

He was well liked by most. Certainly not the most popular in the town, but he was fine with that. He was confident, talented, charming to some, arrogant to others, and had a terrible intolerance for stupidity. Some would say a side effect of his ego.

But even under his layer of thick skin, he was at least somewhat sensitive to the thoughts of a few people, and was always looking for approval of his actions from his peers. Whether that was because of his pride or the cause of some hidden insecurities, that depended on who you asked.

He was happy with himself and his life, at least for the most part. He tried his best to make the people he cared about happy as well, and for all his flaws, he considered himself a decent person.

Even in this galaxy and all its trillions of inhabitants, as much as he was like anyone else, he was a unique human being. He was my best friend.

He died three months ago. There are no flowers on his grave, not today, not three months ago. He doesn’t even have a grave, nor do any of the people that would have come to visit his grave if he had one, most of them are dead as well.

When news arrived just under a year ago on the planet of stable employment for everyone, the whole continent was interested and was employed by the capsuleer. The people were promised decent pay, but none of that mattered after the accident. A massive explosion occured in one of the massive command centers where Reykva worked as an accoutant, destroying the entire complex and incinerating everyone. No one knows what caused it, but that doesn’t really matter much now.

To the capsuleer who ran the operation, it was deemed too costly to rebuild and keep the operation running. Shortly afterward, everyone was laid off and the planet fell into a depression. After becoming dependent on the income from the capsuleer, the people prefered to work their jobs in the new factories and importing what food they needed with thier new found ISK than to grow anything themselves.

So the capsuleer left, along with the ISK sustaining the planet, much like the case on many other planets where capsuleers became disinterested in further planetary industry. The profit wasn’t what they had hoped.The massive refineries, extractors, and other buildings became vacant and in a week and nearly every citizen was unemployed.

Upwards of two thousand dead in the accident, billions dead from starvation in the following months. Every one of those lives were precious to someone, Reykva’s especially to me. But not to that capsuleer.

I was lucky enough to make a life for myself after smuggling myself on to a station just months prior to the cold hearted capsuleer’s intrusion. Or unlucky that I was unable to be with my dearest friend before he died, if you care to look at it that way. I wish I could go back and visit him. To see my homeland the way I remember it, not the empty shell it is now.

News of my friends and family came to me only a month after I had become a capsuleer myself. For a time, I hated myself, unable to accept being in the same category of such monsters. But after a time, there was a change in my outlook. I wasn’t a monster like that man who so carelessly made my people depend on his support and take it all away when it didn’t suit him.

I was better than him. I was different from the rest. I cared about the consequences. At least, that is what I told myself until I found the only way to give my life purpose without him.

Reykva would be avenged, and I would die as many times as it took to accomplish that.

– by Manic Velocity

I was only a boy, fifteen, when my parents sold me away to these bastards. The Gallente claim to be the pioneers of democracy in this god forsaken universe. Those damn militants didn’t seem too concerned about my rights as they dragged me away from my weeping mother. All they wanted was their big payday, and they agreed to cut my father a nice percentage. Take one goddamn guess if I ever saw a cent.

That was only a month after CONCORD lifted the blockade on planetary harvesting. For centuries the business of so-called “Capsuleers” was relegated only to what could be found in the stars. Then suddenly, for whatever reason, our homes had become fair game. I still remember the scream of the shuttles, loaded to the teeth with refinery equipment, sailing down and landing wherever they could find an open field. Drop in, set up shop, and completely destroy any semblance of established civilization. How patriotic.

I made friends over the years, for what it’s worth. Most of us were indentured. Others signed up willingly, thinking one day they could become famedcapsuleers themselves. Naive fools. Janek was like me. His father needed to make ends meet. We saw at once that we were both scared out of our minds, but we had plenty in common nonetheless. We became fast friends. On our breaks we’d talk about our families, our interests, and we’d share a cigarette or two. Most of the time we’d simply find ways to keep ourselves sane. I remember one day, I swear to you this guy had balls, Janek made a pass at one of the lady soldiers. Maybe he was trying to get himself thrown out. But she jammed the butt of a rifle into his belly right then and there. As the poor guy was lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, he started laughing. He was laughing all the way back to our dorm. In this place you have to make your fun where you can find it. And your sense of humor tends to get a little twisted. It’s really the only way to cope. Three months after that incident Janek’s father received a letter of apology from theGallente federation, and stopped receiving a monthly check. Janek was repairing a faulty release valve on a top platform of the refinery, when he tripped on a loose chain and fell into the business end of a mineral processor.

That’s what the official report says, anyway. What it doesn’t mention is that Janek’s friends were tasked with fishing his body out of a molten stew, knowing full well what really happened.

It was twenty-five years ago that I was signed over to this hell hole, and after twenty-five years I have seen enough. I’ve lived my whole life in this refinery. I’m 40 years old, and I can’t remember what grass smells like. I have so many scars and burns that I can’t remember where most of them came from. I don’t know if my parents are still alive, and I’m not sure I even care.

You pilots sit so comfortably in your pods, miles above ground, raking in profit without a care in your head. Protected from death, you’ve forgotten how to appreciate life. As immortals, you’ve forgotten what it means to be human. Enduring eternity only to watch your bank accounts grow. For all I have been through, I sleep better at night knowing that I will never be like you.

I write these words as if they will be my last. By this time tomorrow I will no longer be here. Whether that means I’m flying a stolen shuttle to the farthest system I can find, or lying lifeless, riddled with bullet holes just outside these walls, I know I will not be spending another day in this place.

Whoever you are, I pray these words find you well. I have experienced the consequences of the capsuleers’ greed. They have no misgivings of what they do. And their reach knows no bounds. My one remaining hope in all of this is that they might some day reclaim their compassion for others. To feel the pain of loss, and marvel at the beauty of impermanence. To connect with people based on who they are, rather than the purpose they can serve.

Until that day comes we have no reason, none at all, to trust them.

Sincerely,
Tannen Burke

– by DeSaros Umekawa

I can remember the day well that the ‘confidential’ message came to my neocom. It was an unusually stormy day on Kirras II, complete with wind, rain, and lightning. Someone notified me that we may even experience a tornado, but I found it very unlikely. I designed the planetary Critical Weather Control and knew, without uncertainty, that it would dissipate any tornado if one started to form. I took the moment to remind that employee of the fact, but she still seemed concern. People skills have never really been my strong suit.

This message, as fate would have it, came to me encoded. I heard the familiar tone that my neocom had a new message, and walked briskly to the desk to read it. I decoded it as per the normal procedure and read it, end to end. I walked to the clear, rain-pelted window facing from my office and considered early retirement. I smiled, looked at the letter again on my neocom, and realized that this dream could easily become a reality, and soon. Sooner than anticipated, by several years. I wasn’t due to retire for at least another fifteen.

The letter was simple. Pack for a five day trip, have only two bags, and ensure your affairs will be in order for the duration of the stay. Report promptly to the spaceport and await instructions. The worst part was that it was issued by the Caldari State itself, not one of the nine leading corporations at the help of the State. It was becoming apparent that this was going to be a conglomerate affair. I had heard, in rumors, that the State only issues directives like this one when three or more of the leading corporations manage to agree to something, and that in itself was enough to pique my curiosity.

Complying with the letter I packed my requisite two bags with clothing and my neocom, spoke with my secretary to ensure everything was in order for the next five days, and to clear my review schedule. I was tiring of reviewing undergraduate papers anyhow, a by-product of being the foremost project engineer on Kirras II. Of course, so would this trip, but the rewards were a lot better than a lousy 700 ISK a month. As I mentioned before, people skills were not something I had much of, and students who did not meet my expectations were reminded of the critical need of sound engineers. Regardless, I didn’t have the time to deal with them this week.

As I left the office to my residence I found myself thinking about the project, which at this point was still a total enigma. The paper copy I held in my hand, bearing the official letterhead of the Caldari State, was enough to bring the gravity of the situation right back into view. Despite the gravity, there was a weight of uncertainty about it. Regardless, a patriot such as myself would never turn down a request from the State itself. It was just not heard of, regardless of what it might pay. It was an opportunity to make great things happen, I am certainly a man of great things.

Unlike the indigenous locals I had interplanetary travel experience. I never understood why it cost so much to fly between planets until I met my first capsuleer. He was something of a cowboy, always talking about his last combat mission, especially the ones where he ‘died’ as a result. I laughed a bit at that, but as far as capsule pilots go, I guess dying every day is the ‘new thing’ and dying costs money. Arrogant bastards, I say. No legal residence, no loyalties to the State. Just mercenaries that ‘play’ for money while the rest of existence simply revolves around them.

Of course, I took the flight without question despite the 35,000 ISK bill the State ended up paying.

The travel arrangements were about what I would expect, too. Temperature-controlled spacecraft, just large enough to transport us but not enough to be comfortable doing it. This particular craft, the smallest craft I’d ever flown in, appeared to be a military drop craft. I usually had the privilege to travel by way of an InterBus heron, but today they seemed to be in a hurry.

I managed to meet the pilot, by intercom, and he kept me quite entertained on the way, telling me stories about running blockades in unsecured space and how he died on a few, confirming that all podjocks were the same, and I would never want to be one. Living life without the fear of death might seem prosperous at first, but in the end you become something else. Someone who doesn’t fear death has the ability to do anything, without fear of conscience or consequence.

The trip, fortunately, took only ten minutes so I only had to endure three of those stories. As we docked up the pilot thanked me for the company despite me having only spoke about ten words. As the pressure outside equalized the door opened and I left the shuttle. I looked back and realized how large the craft was, and knowing this craft was piloted by a single human, although he was essentially wired into this thing. So much potential left to a man with so little felt like a waste, but that’s how the system works. Good men are trampled underfoot by those who have power and no concept of controlling it.

At the end of the ramp a pair of Tribunal men stood, and they were real company men, from the high and tight haircuts, to the tailor-made black suits to the polished leather shoes on their feet. They both screamed professional, which made me feel much better, considering the podjock I just left behind. We introduced ourselves in proper fashion, not revealing our first names. We shook hands, nodded, and they pointed their hands down the walkway.

One led me into the core of the orbital station and showed me directly to the conference room while the other took my bags from me. I insisted on carrying my neocom personally, and after a brief inspection they did not argue. I walked into the conference room where another fourteen company men and women stood, all wearing very Caldari business attire as well.

The next thing they told me was mind-blowing. They showed me the directorate order from CONCORD allowing the development of planets within New Eden. After fifteen years of terrestrial project planning and CONCORD’s reluctance to allow this they finally caved. I had been writing message after message insisting on the safety of this development, and now they had plans. My plans, displayed in perfectly-enhanced three-dimensional holograms hovering over the conference table. In a zoomed-in cross-section showed a small section of the map which was shaded in red instead of the normal blue.

I was called because I had developed an entire process in order to mine and manufacture planetary assets without damaging the planetary ecosystem. I worked for years for this, and now it was happening, and best of all the Caldari State wanted me to front-run the project. I could see the error in the plan, a small transposition error from the original plans which were on the neocom sitting in front of my chair. I knew the solution, but I wanted to know more.

After sitting with them, quite excitedly despite my normal calm professional demeanor, I discovered that they had already put my plans into action at a test facility. I was being called in because of an oversight they had made in the reading of my designs, one a less-experienced, less costly engineer would have. And since a lesser mind was the one that transposed the drawings I filed with the State Archives I felt a sense of authority when I started to point out the simple error.

I looked across the table after helping them solve the small problem, and as they looked back I asked a simple question of compensation. They were hesitant, perhaps insulted, but the plans were mine, the solution was mine, and the time was mine. I intended no offense, though these corporate men were very direct. After deliberating for only a few minutes, the chairman stood and said three words that changed my life forever.

“One-hundredth percent.”

I smiled, nodded, and walked away. The projections on the first month alone would make me rich beyond anything I could have thought. Now it’s time to implement it, and considering what it cost me, it was worth it all.

– by Tlador

The survivors of the colony ship, those few who did survive, adapted or died. It wasn’t the ever-present howling wind or even the carnivorous dog-like indigenous creatures that killed them though. The single most deadly thing on the planet we named Tarpeia was the survivors themselves. They fought over everything. They fought over salvaged foodstuffs at first, but then when those ran out, it was holo-reels or antibiotics, or anything else salvaged from their old lives. It seemed that any piece of wreckage or debris was worth fighting over, even the smallest bit of hull.  But even that wasn’t the worst of it.

The colony ship was originally planned to land on a remote planet in Villinnon. Fate had other plans however, and during one of the jumps, the colony ship took damage from a stray asteroid, crippling the ship. Momentum and the skilled efforts of the capsuleer allowed the crash landing on Tarpeia, but crew and most colonists were lost. Of the 2500 colonists, and 500 supporting crewmembers, less than 100 remained.  Of the survivors,  we lost 7 more to the predatory wildlife, another 3 to plain old stupidity, and another 5 died due to injuries they received during the crash. 62 people survived the first hellish months, 48 men, 14 women.

The environment they survived and the transition they made from their civilized lives was cataclysmic.  What happened next was the real shock from their previous lives. Argenta Sopporo was a reject from Concord. He didn’t offer up any explanations for the expulsion ( Concord usually expels it’s unwanted through open docking bays in deep space, not to the general populace ) , but the colonists soon discovered his past. Argenta wasn’t the type of man who took no for an answer, so it wasn’t long before he took what he wanted, and the result was a dead colonist couple.  Though many of the colonists wanted something done, none were bold enough to make a move, and Argenta soon set himself up as dictator for life. He organized the colonists, and when he was opposed, his opposition either had an accident with the boros ( what we named the dog-like predators ),  or later in his reign, they became slaves.

That was over 80 years ago, and since that time we’ve seen rulers come and go, always through an “accident”, and on at least one instance,  a duel. But one thing remains constant, every ruler of this planet has continued the practice of slavery, and each has come to power as the result of violence. The more skilled amongst the colonists soon claimed a spot as the upper class, while the less skilled became labor or worse.

My thoughts have wandered back to this history after listening to my mother’s tales of life on a station. Shops, ships, agents, and traders, and oh never forget the space.. that starry night we only see a small piece of.  I’ve heard of vessels large enough to carry hundreds of thousands of people, and with terrifying weapons that could destroy an entire planet even.

I long for the freedom to be able to move in that space, to be able to pilot one of those ships, to explore beyond and see the great sites of the universe. Dare I say, I long to be one of the immortals, the Capsuleers. But the rattle of my yoke and chain soon remind me of my true place in life, I am but a lowly slave. Doomed to be plaything of whichever dictator is in power at the moment, and possibly even be graced with becoming a human shield for him. Had I been born with more attractive features, perhaps I could have been chose to serve in the harem, but I was not. But don’t misunderstand, that life has pitfalls of it’s own, or so I’ve heard.

Mother’s  ramblings have become more frequently now, and I’m sure she’s approaching the final stages of her life. The older ones say we once lived to be several hundred years old, but the brutal climate and life here has shortened that dramatically. Mother’s the last of the original colonists, and even some of the first generations born here have passed on. At 63, I can already begin to feel the pressure on my joints when I arise, and my inner strength doesn’t answer as quickly when called upon.  Will I ramble on incessantly about past events ? Am I already starting to ramble like Mother.

The night sky is calm for the season, and we can see the stars. The turbulent weather of Tarpeia doesn’t allow this often, and I lie here fantasizing on what life would be out there. Displayed brightly among the stars is a new moon that appeared only within the last week, winking at me as the sun glints off it’s surface. I have to wonder if there’s life on the silver moon, life like ours not the boros. As I return to our hut, I notice that the new moon seems larger tonight, much larger, as if it was descending to the surface. I overheard a conversation earlier tonight that it was a ship, but since no one remains who’s ever seen one, I doubt it’s true. And should it turn out to be a ship, so what? Turn in my life as a slave to become a slave to someone else? No, I will live out my life, hard though it may be, here on Tarpeia. Why would they even care?

It’s just a silly thing to think about I suppose. Why would anyone come here?  If anyone had cared, they’d have found the original Colonists long before now. And we’ve never had anything strange happen.  I wonder, then I realize that I wouldn’t know a ship if I saw one. Perhaps in another age, or in another life, but for now I must sleep, and dream of sailing through the stars.