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Trisomy 21
Posted - 2003.07.16 00:38:00 - [1]

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Kaya Vespucci, captured and incarcerated in a Gallente mental institution after her failed suicide attempt.

A Visit Unworthwhile

Of all the habitable systems that form the Verge Vendor region, Melmaniel is amongst the most unremarkable. A few planets, a few moons, a few asteroid belts - all very standard fare. Its only claim to fame is that at the far edge of the system (where lies the entry point) sits the ice planet Melmaniel IX, greeting the occasional visiting pilot with a shimmering glow, resultant of the suns reflection off the celestial body. Any seasoned traveller will, of course, have seen such a sight a thousand times before, so not much of a claim to fame. But life being so very dull in Melmaniel, all but the most mean-spirited outsiders are willing to overlook such an erroneous claim.

This day was to be a curious one for Melmaniel however. Thrown out of jump a few thousand kilometres from Melmaniel IX, a sleek and nimble Executioner frigate made it appearance. In a system where wayfarers were rare, an Amarr ship was rarer still. Highly aware of this fact was Kaya Vespucci, the woman inside the anomalous spacecraft. But then, few details concerning ones status and station escape an Amarr, so embedded are such considerations into their psyche. Years ago, the situation would have greatly preyed on Kaya's mind, but she had spent so much time in Gallente space already, far from the constrictions of her home, that it ceased to be relevant. Almost.

Unusually, she paused a few minutes, taking in the full majesty of the breathtaking glimmer before her. A thousand such scenes had failed to dull her mind to the beauty and wonder which God had imbued in His creation of the heavens. An ancient prayer of praise flitted through her thoughts before finally she set course away from this place and to Melmaniel VI – Federation Customs Assembly Plant station.

Thus far, the journey had been tiring; though smooth enough if not for the intermittent failures of her autopilot. But then she expected as much. The corporation behind the modules' software, Amarr Online, was far from reputable – successful due only to the fact that, of late, a very many plebs had acquired themselves a space faring vehicle and required babysitting through the procedures of piloting. AOL, as the corporation was more commonly known, had done well out of them – so well, in fact, that their software now came fitted as standard. Kaya comforted herself with the thought that in time natural selection would take its course and such peasants would be eliminated from the spaceways. Her heart sunk, however, as she realised that thousands of years had already passed and yet the plebs were still here. Natural selection, it appeared, was a fundamentally flawed theory.

And the patch to fix the faulty autopilot software? "Soon" said they. Her heart sunk lower still.

In due course, the Executioner arrived at the station and made its way into the docking ring, thus completing a journey that had started two weeks earlier at Amarr Prime. An urgent summons from her agent was the cause. Admittedly, she was reluctant – neither the money nor the person made the trip worthwhile, the opposite in fact. But over the years she had worked hard to build a broad based network of contacts within the Gallente Federation - something she was eager to maintain. Someone had once promised her it would pay off eventually.

Lying bastard.

But few Amarr were privileged so. The knowledge of that aided her overcome the pain in her spine, resultant of not using it a fortnight, as she made out her pod. A shower and dressing later, she stepped into the arrivals lounge then towards one amongst the dozens of bars situated in the stations' pleasure hub. The location she chose, she knew well. It had everything she required: genuine Amarr refreshments, dependable isolation booths and, most importantly, a distinct lack of Minmatar. As they sneered at her on the way there, she tauntingly smiled back.

Edited by: Exioce on 16/07/2003 00:42:22

Trisomy 21
Posted - 2003.07.16 00:46:00 - [2]

A Visit Unworthwhile (continued)


The cackle sent a shiver running throughout the length and breadth of Kaya's nubile body, the owner of the shriek arriving not long after. Hugo Pinte was the name, and annoyance his game. Were it not a request to ship a trade good from location A to location B, it was probably a mission involving the squatting of an inconsequential unchallenging fly. After a while, the burden of monotony becomes simply too much to bear. And the worst part? Coming back to Hugo time and again, knowing there's nothing in store for you but more of the same. As Kaya stared numbed at the inane smile emanating from the man in front of her, thoughts of suicide were entertained. Fortunately, suicide as a means of escape was soon replaced in principle by homicide. Kaya had always felt the urge to brick the bastard in the face. She wondered for a moment if construction blocks might be found on the local market.

"Welcome back, kid! You pleased to see me? Or is that a railgun in your pocket?! Geddit? U heh heh heh!"

U heh heh heh, indeed. Kaya did her best not to be beaten down into a quivering psychological wreck of a woman, despite Hugo's best efforts. She bit her lip, took in a deep breath, then made to speak.

"Your message said it was urgent, Hugo. What business?" she demanded.

"A chick who wastes no time, I see. Pretty fortunate then you got me to waste your time for you, kid. U heh heh heh!" came Hugo's reply.

"Slaves!" snapped Kaya as a searing sting shot through her skull. "You said something about slaves, a black market."

Kaya sighed. Just for once she thought, she hoped, maybe Hugo might deliver her something mildly entertaining, profitable even. If it were true, that the black market were now open to her, she would be able to purchase contraband cheap in Amarr space and sell it for a tidy sum here. Human chattel made for the perfect party appetiser. And if there was one thing these decadent Gallente loved more than their high-and-mighty ideals of freedom, equality and justice it was a good party. Having to dodge the local law enforcement agencies at every step would make the deal sweeter still.

"Yeah, slaves!" began Hugo. "You're truly in luck, kid. I had to pull a few strings, cut a few strings... know what I mean? U heh heh heh! But yeah, you’ll be happy to learn I got me a new service on offer to my clients! Can you guess what it is yet? U heh heh heh!"

"I can," came Kaya, half-smiling.

"That's right, kid – Uncle Hugo's a certified slave trader! Now, how many you wanna buy? U heh heh heh!" he asked.

"What!?" In an instant, Kaya's smile evaporated, her mouth agape.

"How many slaves you wanna buy, kid?" Hugo repeated, affirming for the questioned she had not misheard.

"How many slaves do I want to BUY?!" burst Kaya, teetering on the verge of complete mental collapse. "You mean to tell me, you brought me all the way to Gallente space to SELL me something I could have picked up on the OPEN MARKET, for CHEAPER, back in Amarr space?!?"

"Did I do wrong, kid? U heh heh heh!"

The simple logic of the situation put forth Hugo seemed to brush right over his head, as though logic were something alien to his world.

A few minutes later and Kaya could be seen trudging, as if walking-wounded, back towards her Executioner.

"I just don’t understand," she kept repeating whilst shaking her head at the floor, the now deceased Hugo’s blood dripping off her everywhere, colouring the station red.

Were onlookers still sneering, it no longer would have bothered her, mind fixed elsewhere. Had she been paying attention she might have noticed the multitude rushing instead to spam the local com channels with appeals to the authorities that "A Bad Person" was in their midst and needed dealing with. Fortunately for Kaya the authorities were notoriously slow in responding to such cases. And while she was still in-station, like all criminals, she was pre-ordained amnesty. Only when she undocked might there be a problem. But by the time she got round to doing so, CONCORD's fifteen minute statute of limitations on murder had long since passed. Kaya was more than safe to travel the spaceways back home. Not that Amarr Prime was her destination.

As Kaya set course directly towards the system sun, she held onto the faint hope that Amarr Online was responsible for her ships' collision detection software too.

Deep Core Mining Inc.
Posted - 2003.07.16 00:57:00 - [3]

Wicked, truly wicked, the whole lot of them.

Midas Tycho
Posted - 2003.07.16 02:31:00 - [4]

:) Very nice. I hope someone at ccp gets a clue from it...

Tribunal for Greater Order
Posted - 2003.07.16 04:33:00 - [5]


Band of Brothers
Posted - 2003.07.16 07:22:00 - [6]

You're getting a bit sarcy, exioce.

Gentlemen's Agreement
Posted - 2003.07.16 07:44:00 - [7]

"...she held onto the faint hope that Amarr Online was responsible for her ships' collision detection software too."


Good one exciose - some well captured 'issues' :)

Imperial Shipment
Posted - 2003.07.17 20:30:00 - [8]

now what happend? tagging problem? :(

eXe Galanodel
Posted - 2003.07.17 20:40:00 - [9]

Exioce, Galanodel from EVE-I here, i was hoping if you might re-post the first part of your story, i'd love to link the complete story. Keep it up, good stuff, this is how i got my job at EVE-I (and EBportal so long ago ;d).

Edited by: eXe Galanodel on 17/07/2003 20:59:40

Bad Harlequin
Sebiestor Tribe
Posted - 2003.07.18 14:56:00 - [10]

you are, as usual, a genius.
uh heh heh OW argh gag splat.

Trisomy 21
Posted - 2003.07.21 16:07:00 - [11]

"somebody"? it'd probably get deleted.

me? i can usually get away with it in the name of art ;)

IT Alliance
Posted - 2003.07.21 16:47:00 - [12]

Very entertaining, Exioce, Thumbs up.

ICE is Coming to EVE
Tau Ceti Federation
Posted - 2003.07.21 17:01:00 - [13]

Excellent story!! congrat ;)

Even if they delete it, I kept the full story :) (pic included)

Do not pay attention to Deizon...He should be gone in a couple of days and has just discovered the forum...So he is posting anything on any post to say nothing...

Edited by: Sybylle on 21/07/2003 17:01:30

Grinning Dragon
Posted - 2003.07.21 17:58:00 - [14]

*Two Thumbs Up*

Jack Hayden
Posted - 2003.07.21 18:38:00 - [15]

Exoice, if you wan't I'll host the stories. Catch me on IRC or message me ingame. Then nobody can delete them.

Posted - 2003.07.22 12:05:00 - [16]

This is great. Thanks for this. Better than the POTW of CCP for sure!


Polaris Corporation
Posted - 2003.07.23 09:02:00 - [17]

Moved from the Summit.

Trisomy 21
Posted - 2003.07.23 17:46:00 - [18]

Please do not post images that break the forum rules - Mayumi

wha? me? what did i do?! ;)


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