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Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:16:00 - [1]
 

Edited by: Digital Anvil on 26/06/2008 16:06:40

Preface

In the solitude of space, in the tranquility of that magnificent view- the human mind begins to wander. The silence of the Cosmos, its remarkable patience shapes all those who dare to peel themselves off their rock in search for a new life... a better life. A podpilot, one thousands, turns away from the view screen and concentrates back on the metallic, cold consoles. It's dangerous to daydream in here, mortally dangerous.

Chidler
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:17:00 - [2]
 

Edited by: Chidler on 26/06/2008 11:17:35

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:17:00 - [3]
 

Edited by: Digital Anvil on 26/06/2008 16:07:02

Chapter 1. Welcome to the machine

A recent graduate of the Federal Navy Academy, in his late teens stepped onto the tribune to receive his diploma. Then just like that he was shoved inside a tiny Velator, and booted off the planet into space. Still confused, and shaking from the killer acceleration, Digital Anvil barely evaded an incoming comet, and plotted a course to the nearest station. The trip didn't take long, and Anvil soon entered orbit around the station and sent in a docking request.

I was confused. Not was I only recalling my entire life in third person, but I was also thinking what the hell was I doing out here. My thoughts were chaotic. I returned my attention to the consoles. "Docking Request Accepted", greeted me a pleasant female voice as I entered dock. After waiting outside the hangar, staring at the passing crowds, and realizing that I'm all alone now, I sighed and went to the nearest information panel. "Job first", I thought. The Gallente Navy sounded like the toughest organization to work for in the region, and I immediately took the nearest turbo lift to the upper level to talk to the agent.

"I'm looking for a job", I stated upon entering the office, and heavily dropping into a large, black, leather chair. I was tired. Dead tired.

The occupant of the chair across the table from me didn't even look up. Without diverting his attention from the screen, he picked up a folder from the top of a large pile, and lazily threw it on the table in front of me. Without knowing what to say, or even what to feel about such treatment, I picked up the folder and parted.

It has been less than ten hours after my graduation. Still standing outside the Gallente Navy office, and squeezing the folder tightly in my hand. I was barely holding up on my feet. The faces of hundreds of strangers in the crowded station flew past me. All the sounds fused together to form a distant echo in the background, slowly rising in an angry crescendo. The crowd turned into a blurry river of faces. I proceeded stumbling back to my ship, caught in a dream that was turning into a violent nightmare. The background echo had soon reached its climax, and the calm river has slowly turned into a raging storm. The world around me began to grow darker, and darker...

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:18:00 - [4]
 

Edited by: Digital Anvil on 26/06/2008 16:07:26

Chapter 2. "We're here, because we're here, because we’re here, because we're here..."

I fought for my life. Dark figures swarmed me as I tried to escape. The metallic hallway roared with anger, and started breathing. The gravity failed and the corridor began to roll. I fell on top of a giant window, and as I scrambled to my feet, I felt the entire fury of the red sun, whose flames licked all around me. The sun turned black, and the figures surrounded me. One of them drew a weapon, and ran me right through with cold steel. I screamed...

sitting up in an upright position on the cold floor of my Velator, and smacking my head hard against the edge of a console. I swore, and slowly scrambled to my feet. "At least I made it back, and didn't end up being a carpet somewhere in the station", I decided as I went off to make some coffee. I walked back into the cockpit with the fresh coffee steaming in my hand, scooped the job envelope off the floor and dropped into the pilot chair. Throwing my feet up on one of the consoles, I set aside the coffee, opened the envelope and began to read.

The mission was simple enough. Warp to location, kill some pirates, come back, get paid. It was simple... too simple. The pirates practically self-destructed as soon as they saw me, and the payment was a whooping 50 thousand ISK. After receiving my money, without a word, I picked up my next assignment from the pile, and went off.

Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. In three days I had gathered an entire hangar full of the most backwater equipment available in the galaxy, including two armed-to-the-teeth frigates, and close to a million ISK in cash. The pay was good, the missions were never fatal, yet something has bothered me. Walking into the office the next day, I realized that the pile of envelopes was as big as always. I picked up the next mission, and opened the envelope.

"Not these freaks again", I said out loud with a note of anger in my voice.

The agent hadn't even moved a muscle. I began to shake, and right before I planted my fist in that stupid face of his, I gathered my senses, tore the envelope in half, throwing it back on the desk, and stormed out. I had studied almost my entire life for a chance to find a great life, full of wonders and mystery here in the great unknown, and not work for a moron that works for a moron, who also probably works for even a bigger moron. Why not just put sentry guns up there in Deadspace, and give me something more meaningful to do?

My first experience of this life nearly drove me insane. Yes, I can live here, but is merely living enough? I was stuck in a loophole, a monotone life that would turn me into a robot, just like the rest of these creatures around me. No, I had enough. I'm getting as far away from here as I possibly can. With that I ran back to the hangar, bought a shuttle, and brought up the star map. I started looking for the fastest way to get to the edge of the galaxy, and made ORE space my destination. Without looking back I named my shuttle "Warpten", and left my dull life behind along with all my worthless assets and ships, sailing towards a better future.

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:19:00 - [5]
 

Edited by: Digital Anvil on 28/06/2008 15:27:59

Chapter 3. Welcome to 0.0. We have to kill you now

Manually following the waypoints, very soon I came to the edge of Empire space. Lawless expanses were right behind this 0.7 system, and I decided to make a clone, and to insure my shuttle here. While waiting for all the paperwork to come through, I relaxed in my cockpit, and decided to study this area a little. This was a steep drop, a vertical cliff that ended with water raging against the sharp rocks, but more alarmingly there was something evil down there. The 0.0 system that I had to go through, right on the other side of the gate had absolutely no stations, yet an alarmingly large number of pilots.

That didn't bother me. I was trapped inside a mousetrap, and I was getting out of here one way or another. I jumped. I entered lawless space right beside what seemed like a warp bubble, a squadron of ships, and a fleet of drones. Scared, and shaking, I warped to the next gate. The guardians of the gate started violently locking on to me, but I was already gone.

"Yay", I thought. They couldn't catch me. I was in no rush anywhere, so decided to warp back and to observe the gate camp. Carefully warping at 100km from the gate has landed me "somewhere", and then just as mysteriously my shuttle was blown from under me. I had no time to react, and as I ejected in my escape pod, I felt its hull get torn to pieces, and my body freezing before I realized what as going on. I saw a light in the end of the tunnel, and screamed...

as I opened my eyes on a medical table with a bright light shining into my eyes.

"Welcome back", a pleasant voice echoed in my ears. I fainted.

As I came back into consciousness, I already had clothes on me, and was being rolled in a wheelchair towards the exit.

"Already?", I screamed. "I just came back from the dead, and I'm getting dragged out?"

"The universe is a harsh place. Get used to it", a voice replied as I was thrown out.

I was enraged, but had no choice. I have made a stupid mistake, but had to try again. Jumping in again has landed me right inside that bubble, and decimated in seconds. Hoping that third time's a charm, I had accordingly named my third shuttle "Warpten mk3", crossed my fingers, and jumped yet again.

"Pretty please", I begged in local, while still cloaked, and that's when I realized that I was less than 2km from the edge of the bubble. So, if it takes me 2 seconds to turn that way, and 3 seconds to transverse that 1.5 km, then in 5 seconds I should be free to jump. That seemed enough time, so I ran for it. Surprisingly only one ship started locking on to me, as I was getting out of the bubble. Very soon I was in high warp promising myself to never do something this stupid ever again. I thanked the campers just in case, and made my way out of this treacherous system.

MOEstCOOL
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:20:00 - [6]
 

Edited by: MOEstCOOL on 26/06/2008 11:19:50

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:20:00 - [7]
 

Author's note: I was born a week ago. I had a very interesting week, and some hours ago I have decided tell my story.

Today I have been reminded of INNOMINATE NIGHTMARE, and realised why not share my adventures with the entire universe. I had a pretty interesting week so far, and it looks like it's getting better and better.

I will keep my adventures in a story broken down into chapters. I am not going to follow in anyone's footsteps, nor do I have any predefined rules that I'm going to folow. I will do what I believe I must do, and will share my story as I go along.

I would like to thank Vanatoomas, everyone else I met during the past week, as well as everything else I ran into.

I still haven't caught up with today's events, but I have decided to post this up anyways, since I want to know what everyone thinks about my story so far. Until today I had no idea that I had it in me to write, and I guess we will soon find out if I really can.

Please comment.

Xparky
The Scope
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:22:00 - [8]
 

Originally by: Digital Anvil


A recent graduate of the Federal Navy Acadamy, in his late teens stepped onto the tribune to receive his diploma. Then just like that he was shoved inside a tiny Velator, and booted off the planet into space. Still confused, and shaking from the killer acceleration, Digital Anvil barely evaded an incoming comet, and plotted a course to the nearest station. The trip didn't take long, and Anvil soon entered orbit around the station and sent in a docking request.





And then you go from 3rd person to 1st person...

Xparky
The Scope
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:27:00 - [9]
 

Originally by: "Digital Anvil"

I began to shake, and right before I planted my fist in that stupid face of his, I gathered my sences, tore the envelope in half, throwing it back on the desk, and stormed out.


Should be "right before planting", as I understand your character didn't actually hit the agent. Also it's senses, not sences.

Xparky
The Scope
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:33:00 - [10]
 

Originally by: Digital Anvil
Chapter 3. Welcome to 0.0. We have to kill you now

I jumped. I entered lawless space right beside what seemed like a warp bubble, a squadron of ships, and a fleet of drones. Scared, and shaking, I warped to the next gate. The guardians of the gate started violently locking on to me, but I was already gone.




You jumped next to a bubble then warped while you were getting "violently" locked ? Laughing

Xparky
The Scope
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:35:00 - [11]
 

Edited by: Xparky on 26/06/2008 11:35:27
Originally by: Digital Anvil

Today I have been reminded of INNOMINATE NIGHTMARE



He knew how to write.

Jawas
Gallente
Posted - 2008.06.26 11:43:00 - [12]
 

I was thinking that this had something to do with the software developer called Digital Anvil and some connection to Eve.

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.26 12:45:00 - [13]
 

It's my first time writing, and I tried my best. Sorry it didn't satisfy you, Xparky.

Faife
Dreddit
Test Alliance Please Ignore
Posted - 2008.06.26 14:44:00 - [14]
 

Originally by: Digital Anvil
It's my first time writing, and I tried my best. Sorry it didn't satisfy you, Xparky.


not bad for the first time. i think my first written things were just me badly handwriting "kot" and "kura" back when i was 5 or so. this is way better.

ZinMichel
Posted - 2008.06.26 15:32:00 - [15]
 

smacksmacksmack all i read is smack, the story wasnt bad for his first time writing one.

Straight Chillen
Gallente
Solar Wind
Posted - 2008.06.26 16:46:00 - [16]
 

yeah rule #1 of EvE-O forums, make sure you have an english major look over your post for grammer and spelling errors, other wise peeps who have nothing better to do, like sparky, will **** all over it.

I enjoyed the read, reminded me of my start in eve. Atleast u were smart enough to use a shuttle to try to get into 0.0, I tried in my procuror, lulz.

Anyway mate, welcome to EVE, glad your having fun, Best of luck to ya in your endevours, and keep an eye out for them trollsRolling Eyes

Thanos Draicon
Wolf Pack Mentality
Blood and Steel
Posted - 2008.06.26 17:21:00 - [17]
 

Edited by: Thanos Draicon on 26/06/2008 17:21:31
Originally by: Xparky
Edited by: Xparky on 26/06/2008 11:35:27
Originally by: Digital Anvil

Today I have been reminded of INNOMINATE NIGHTMARE


He knew how to write.

Wow, who ****ed in your cheerios this morning? Laughing

Cool story though, will look forward to future installments. Smile

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.28 14:09:00 - [18]
 

Chapter 4. A new hope.

About half way to my destination,my journey was bruptly interrupted. When warping across a system to the next gate, I somehow overshot by 90km. I was very puzzled as I exited from warp just out of reach of a warp disrupting bubble. Confusion slowly turned into fear as I noted all the wrecks and corpses within its grasp. Its owners weren't in sight, but long range sensors have detected a small number of pilots in the system. Without waiting until they come back from their pee break, I headed to the gate and jumped.

The rest of the trip went peacefully. I entered the system, and stopped to asky myself what was I doing out here. I have ran away from civilization to the far side of the galaxy, and for what? I was lonely, frightened, but comfortable in the chair of my nice shuttle. I couldn't find an answer to my question, but I knew one thing. There is no way that I can survive out here without a fresh supply of these Gallente shuttles. Why shuttles you ask? Other than the obvious facts of them being extremely cheap, fast, agile, and sexy, they are also the only ships that I can properly fly... for now that is.

With that in mind I have plotted a course to the nearest clone-available station. It was a truly a place hardened by deep space, with mechanical and ship parts scattered all over the metallic floor of this level. There was nobody in sight, and I proceeded to the medical facility for a new clone. The lighting was dark, full of malfunctioning lamps that were either dead, or very close to it. The station's hull was moaning, and I wondered how soon will this entire place tear itself apart.

As I got back to the hangar, I decided to look for a job. There was nothing available for me here, so I opened the local channel, and demanded for a job. Nobody out of the thirty pilots in the system replied, nor did I expect anyone to. With that I waited.

"How about I send you back to empire for free?" finally came a reply.

Alright, now I was scared. That sounded more like a promise, rather than a question. I have gathered myself togather, and let the caring gentleman know that that was the last palce where I wanted to be. I also let him know that I have already installed a clone in this system, and that any attempts to proceed with his free teleporting service will be futile.

"Fine, get me some a burger, and some beer while you're at it", the voice demanded.

I had no idea where to find a burger in this god forsaken palce, unless what he really wanted was a rock solid one. I am a pilot, not a waiter, I reminded myself.

"How about vodka", I mocked him back.

"Nah. Wiskey?"

"Cookie?", I replied, giving up.

"Only if it's double chocolate chip"

"I offer nothing less", I accepted. Looks like I have just made a friend.

baltec1
Posted - 2008.06.28 14:28:00 - [19]
 

Originally by: Xparky
Originally by: Digital Anvil


A recent graduate of the Federal Navy Acadamy, in his late teens stepped onto the tribune to receive his diploma. Then just like that he was shoved inside a tiny Velator, and booted off the planet into space. Still confused, and shaking from the killer acceleration, Digital Anvil barely evaded an incoming comet, and plotted a course to the nearest station. The trip didn't take long, and Anvil soon entered orbit around the station and sent in a docking request.





And then you go from 3rd person to 1st person...


Baltec thinks you need to chill. Theres nothing wrong with talking about yourself in the 3rd person and then changing to 1st person, I do it all the time. Very Happy

Constance Harme
Posted - 2008.06.28 14:39:00 - [20]
 

Edited by: Constance Harme on 28/06/2008 14:40:39
Edited by: Constance Harme on 28/06/2008 14:39:27
I like the way Xparky repetedly reposted after himself, like he wanted to be the first one to point out all the flaws but didn't want to write out a long list of them in one post so he made 4 little posts.. 11:22, 11:27, 11:33 and 11:35. I mean why not just put them all in one?

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.28 14:51:00 - [21]
 

Chapter 5. The mystery of the missing shuttle.

ZinMichel turned out to be quite a nice person. I chatted with him as I sucked on veldspar, and assimilated any useflul information about 0.0 survival. Having mined enough tritanium to make a new shuttle, I bought a Gallente shuttle BPO, which by the way cost just as much as a single shuttle, and set off back to empire in a shuttle for an Industry skillbook.

I got to empire safely, without bumping into a single soul, purchased the needed skillbook, and remembered that I owed Zin a cookie. Having found no cookies on the market, I filled my entire cargohold with booze, and set a course back to my new home.

Halfway there, I warp to a gate, and what do you know? I overshoot it again, landing very close to the exact same bubble.

"How come I keep missing this gate?" I demanded in local, hoping that someone will hear me.

"How come I keep missing your lock?", came back a reply, as I noticed a ship closing in on me.

"Because I still have a will to live", I assured the stranger, as I was fleeing this system as fast as my thrusters permitted.

As I got back, delivering my friend crates of booze, I began production of my new shuttle. By the time production was complete, I already had mined enough tritanium for 8 more. I clicked deliver, and walked into the hangar to compare my two shuttles. The smile faded from my face as there was only one shuttle in the hangar. My trusty "Warpten mk3" had mysteriously dissappeared.

I may be a noob, but if there's one thing I don't do, it's lose ships. I took on a role of a detective as I scanned through all my logs and assets. After failing miserably in my search, I was left with option- pray, and that's exactly what I did. I filed a petition to the omnipotent overlords of eve, and began to wait... which I very soon grew tired of. So without wasting any more of my time, I named my newest prototype shuttle "Warpten Temp Model", and decided to go for a stoll to have a look at the mining outposts in a nearby system.

Avon
Caldari
Versatech Co.
Raiden.
Posted - 2008.06.28 15:55:00 - [22]
 

You know what?
I think it would be a great idea if they made a section of the forums where people could post their stor...


.. oh, wait.

Digital Anvil
Posted - 2008.06.28 17:34:00 - [23]
 

Chapter 6 Ying and Yang

I was almost at my destination, and as I was warping across a system, I was greeted by a stranger.

"Greetings traveller!"

Well, it looks like not everyone in this part of the galaxy is merciless towards neutrals. I brought up his information, and smiled. Vanatoomas was a member of the Exotic Dancers Club, in the Intoxication Alliance. I gladly contacted him back, even though he had a -6.9 security status as well as a 3 million ISK bounty. I told him who I was, what I was doing, and where I was headed, all without the slightest fear of being podkilled.

"Here's something for your travels", he said as I saw 3 million ISK deposited into my account.

He assured me that there was nothing to see at my destination, but offered to escort me since he was heading there anyways. I agreed, and he jumped to the next system. I was about to follow, when I saw the gate activate again, and decided to first see who was comming through. A ship appeared. I didn't have time to find out what ship it was, because it had locked on me very fast, and sent out its drones to take me apart. Drones! Something about that seemed awfully funny, but I couldn't remember exactly what. Their fire bounced off my shields, and without waiting for their slavedriver to activate his guns, I jumped. I let Vanatoomas know of my encounter, and he only laughed.

We resumed our journey, and soon parked right beside a very ugly mining outpost. A command ship exited dock, and started locking on to us. Realizing that my friend has already docked, I decided to follow his example. I right-clicked the station that now occupied my entire viewscreen, and there was no option to dock. I was selecting nothing but empty space. My heart sank as I realized that my prototype shuttle has failed me. The command ship opened fire.

"Dock!" I heard Vanatoomas' voice boom in my ears.

"Dock damn you!" There was fire all around me as I continued my futile attemps to dock. It was too late. My shuttle was turned into a wreck. After a few more seconds of failure, I finally did what that station was good for. Right-clicked on it, and warped to the nearest planet. I was cursing the interface along with my stupidity, when I was kicked back to my senses as the command ship droppped out of warp right on top of me. I ran back to the station and docked.

"I have something for you", said Vanatoomas as I was feeling a little down for being shipless.

It was his own shuttle, the xXx.

"Take it, these shuttles are basically free."

For him, maybe they are...

Detritus Thermopyle
Minmatar
Posted - 2008.06.28 17:52:00 - [24]
 

An enjoyable read. A pleasant change of pace from the plentiful 'whine' and 'nerf' threads.
Thanks for sharing it.


 

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