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Posted - 2004.03.10 11:54:00 - [1]

Hi there people,

I am writing a series of stories based around various characters that Miso has met and be-friended in Eve. Each story will be broken into episodes and posted as and when I finish them.

I hope you find them entertaining, or at least more interesting than mining scord!

Miso x

Posted - 2004.03.10 11:55:00 - [2]

Edited by: Miso on 10/03/2004 12:11:19
Part 1

She had watched the ship’s vapour trail bisect the deep blue sky, and eventually fall beyond the horizon. She scoped the ship through her sniper rifle before it disappeared, noting its speed and bearing.
It was a Raven class battleship, and it was dropping about 7km away. She gathered her things, shouldered the rifle and made for the dropzone.

This was the first ship she’d seen make a drop this far into the desert. Most of the traffic was concentrated around The Bunker as she called it, and apart from the occasional patrols and hunting parties out looking for her, she saw no other large ships flying over the desert. And why would they want to? The whole planet was one vast desolate dustbowl. The only thing vaguely exciting about the place were the sandstorms, and they were lethal. In fact, it wasn’t for the fact that she got shot at on a regular basis, Miso would have written off the planet completely as a huge pile of no fun.

She made good time over the sands, and within half an hour she was in sniper range of the landing zone. She made for a ridge and scoped her rifle again, training the sight along the dunes, searching for a scrap of colour in the uniform buff sand. The ship had made a fast drop that was for sure. But what had it deposited? Or what had it picked up? And what the hell was there to pick up out here, apart from acute sunburn?
Suddenly her sights hit blast marks. There. The dropzone itself. She traced a line away from the vaporised sand, footprints that lead up and over a vast dune. Miso broke the rifle up and packed it away in her bag, pulling out a small machine pistol in return and made for the dropzone.

The dropzone told Miso alot. There were multiple footprints around it, but it was hard to ascertain exact numbers. There certainly hadn’t been anything nasty like a combat team drop here, which would have been of grave concern to Miso. So far she had been hunted with drones, and stupid ones at that. A division of elite marines were another kettle of fish altogether. But this didn’t look like a combat drop. She skirted the edge of the dropzone, searching for the footprints she had scoped that had lead up over the ridge. The wind had covered a lot of the tracks already, but eventually she found them again. They looked to her like a single persons tracks, relatively compact and neat marks in the sand. If there had been more people, the sand would have been more greatly disturbed. Miso was heartened slightly by this, and moved out, following the trail of footprints over the ridge.

The sand bank was large and Miso moved slowly and deliberately over it, keeping as low as possible. Presently she came to the apex of the ridge and peered over to be greeted with a rather bizarre and perplexing sight.
“What the…?” she muttered.

She stood up and made her way over.

Miso stared at the lounging figure in front of her. A man was casually sat at a table, eating from what looked like a picnic hamper. Next to the hamper was a jug of something cold and a book. In all her years of space hopping, she had never seen anything quite like it.

Posted - 2004.03.10 11:55:00 - [3]

“Hello”, he said brightly. “Can I get you something?”
He then proffered his drink and shook it invitingly. Ice cubes chimed libidinously.
“No,” said Miso firmly, even though every pore in her body cried “YESS!!!”
“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply.
“I could ask you the same question,” replied the man. “This is supposed to be a Class D uninhabited planet.”
“It’s far from that!” snorted Miso. “Anyway, I’m asking the questions”, she snapped. “Me interrogator, you interrogatee.”
“What makes you say that?” replied the man, subbornly refusing to be either intimidated or interested.
“Well, this…” she said drawing her pistol.
The man looked up from his drink. “Is there any need for that?”
“I think so. Now, what are you doing here?”
The man sighed dispondently. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”
Miso thought about it. Well, what the heck, she thought, she was holding the gun afterall. She nodded. “But this doesn’t change a thing. I’m still not your friend.”
“Yet!” said the man happily. He handed her a drink and waited as she drained the glass in one go. It was ice lemon tea and it tasted like pure ambrosia.
“Nice?” he asked.
Miso belched loudly. “Lovely.”
“Good. Ok. How I got here, right? Well, there’s not a great deal to tell really, but basically I was stranded here by my ex-captain.”
“You were purposely marooned?”
“After the briefest of court martials, yes.”
“That’s a Caldari Navy uniform, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Does this mean that we’re enemies?”
”I haven’t decided yet. Go on. On what charge were you court martialled?
“Gross insubordination.”
“Gross insubordination?! You were marooned for gross insubordination? Was your captain a lunatic?”
The man shrugged. “Well, that was the general theory. I was serving on the Caldari Battleship Power of One. During a routine patrol we happened upon a civilian freighter. We suspected, quite rightly, that the frieghter was running food and water supplies in support of anti-caldari terrorist forces. We boarded the ship, confiscated the cargo and set the crew and ship adrift. Standard procedure in such circumstances. The ship was just out of regular space lanes, but we left them with communication equipment and enough rations to see them safe. After our last marine shuttle returned, Captain De Vries decided he was going to deal out his own brand of punishment and ordered me to fire upon the stricken vessel. I objected, naturally, this was afterall an unarmed civilian ship. I have never killed a civilian crew in my life and I wasn’t about to start then.”
“What did you do?”

Posted - 2004.03.10 11:56:00 - [4]

“I told him, on the bridge, in front of various crew, officers and senior NCO’s to stick the order up his arse. He declined and took exception to my response. He gave me the option to either carry out his order or face court martial.”
“So you faced the court martial…”
“I told him to fornicate off first.”
Miso glanced down at his ripped insignia. “Commander Khal St, eh?”
The man stared down at his torn uniform. “Ex-Commander…”
Miso lowered her gun and plonked herself in the seat next to him. “Well ex-Commander Khal St, welcome to MJXW-P II,” she declared and poured herself another drink.

* * *
They traced a laborious line across the edge of a sand dune. The sun, relentless in its insistence on bestowing upon the panaroma its glorious radiant smile, was low now and its angle in the sky was causing Miso great concern. It would be dark in a matter of hours, and being caught in the open at such a time was not a good thing.
“Ok, basically we’re screwed. This whole planet is about to go ballistic, and we’re on it, “ explained Miso.
Khal St looked about the desert around them, which was doing a very good impression of being deserted.
“Have you been in the sun too long?” he asked.
“May I remind you of who is in possession of a gun?”
“I’ll shut up.”
Miso glanced back at Khal, labouring under the strain of his possessions. She watched as he huffed and puffed over the sand dunes like an asthmatic tortoise.
“I can’t believe you were purposely marooned, and you chose to bring with you a patio set and a hamper.”
“It seemed appropriate at the time…”
”Did you bring some evening wear too?”
“Will I need some?”
“As about as much as we’ll need a patio set. Why didn’t you bring a frickin’ radio?”
“I wish I had now.”
Khal dropped the hamper and threw himself wearily to the ground. “Snack time! Would you like a canoupe?”
Miso stopped and sighed. They didn’t have time for this. They had to get on.
“We need to keep moving.”
“Just five minutes…”
Miso trudged backed to Khal. He looked in a pretty bad state – he was dripping with sweat, his face scorched red like a sausage on a barbecue.
“What flavours you got?” asked Miso, squatting beside him.
“I got fish or prawn.”
“Ill have a prawn one.”
“So, this ballistic thing”, said Khal, his head buried in canoupe’s “whats the full story?”

Posted - 2004.03.10 11:56:00 - [5]

“Well you might ask… what was your ship doing in this locale?”
“Routine patrol against pirates.”
“And civilians?”
“Civilians suspected of aiding pirates and terrorist cells.”
“Long way for the Caldari Navy to be operating…”
“Yes, I thought that odd myself. But orders are orders.”
“Really? Do tell.”
“How do I know you’re not an agent come to root me out?”
“I’m not…”
“Well that’s put my mind at ease.”
Khal sighed. “What do you want me to say? I was marooned. How many Caldari agents do you know run around with tables and chairs and picnic hampers?”
“Just you,” said Miso smiling. “Nethertheless, I have to be careful. I’ve been stuck on this rock for 4 months, and suddenly I come across a Caldari Navy Officer eating lunch in the middle of a desert. I know a few Caldari Navy personnel who’d like a shot of Miso.”
“I bet!” said Khal, completely missing the connotation.
“Great, now I’m being letched at. Well, makes a change from Amarrians. Come on hamper boy, we got a few more miles to go yet…”

Posted - 2004.03.10 14:09:00 - [6]

Part 2 out Soon (tm)

A week hopefully...

The Usual Targets
Posted - 2004.03.10 14:41:00 - [7]

“Good. Ok. How I got here, right? Well, there’s not a great deal to tell really, but basically I was stranded here by my ex-captain.”
“You were purposely marooned?”

Hehe, memories of "Pirates of the Caribbean"? Wink

But a nice story so far, even if I think the Caldari Navy would never shoot at a civilian ship [me points at his race]. Smile

Imperial Shipment
Posted - 2004.03.11 02:55:00 - [8]

Edited by: Bhurak on 11/03/2004 02:56:30
I like.

Image removed. Stop posting images, please. - Orestes

IT Alliance
Posted - 2004.03.11 11:22:00 - [9]

Any chance some of the heavy RP corps can work together on a piece cooperationally?

Siphol Kalarth
Posted - 2004.03.11 11:37:00 - [10]

Any chance some of the heavy RP corps can work together on a piece cooperationally?
You just want a shot at Miso, admit it! Twisted Evil

Posted - 2004.03.11 13:09:00 - [11]


I'm currently working with Faustian on some more pieces, as well as future collaborations with Charity Regard and Jade (hopefully)... so yeah, lets talk about it.

Miso x

Darrin Tobruk
Stonecutter's Guild
Posted - 2004.03.12 03:41:00 - [12]

I like it Miso. Looking forward to the next bit. Very Happy

Cut Throats And Wise Guys
Posted - 2004.03.12 19:33:00 - [13]

Nice work. Eager for more Smile


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