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Balen Organa
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Posted - 2008.04.15 19:53:00 -
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Edited by: Balen Organa on 15/04/2008 19:53:10
Welcome to my first short story in eve online. In any MMO I research the back story which I have for this game and I rather like it.
There were a couple of ideas that struck me so I penned some down and developed a pretty good short story that I hope you will enjoy. If not, well then I thank you for at least reading it.
Part 1 - Something evil this way comes..
Somewhere in a dark deep hole in space time bent and the area around it began to swirl in the all too familiar way of a warp bubble bursting. The shaping suddenly stopped and from it spewed a black ship with soft lines, sleek corners, a hint of gold across its front bow, and repeating red blinking lights. It was no bigger than a frigate but its wings crossed forward in the shape of eagles talons at the ready to strike. It did not appear to have any weaponry. A Foolish thing to be this deep in space without protection.. Thought Garaktar as he watched the ship strategically behind the asteroid as any good pirate would.
He smiled in a ***** across his face like a black canyon. It was a sleek ship with some odd facings and armor, the type he had not seen before which to him meant more profits when he salvaged its wreck. He grunted under his breath with glee at such fortune of being in this place hunting for a few mining scrap ships when he should happen upon such an easy target. Garaktar suddenly split his hand through the air and slapped his second mate Egel and shouted.
ôEY!! Look at that. Such fortune and a prize find. Easy pickens I would say. Looks almost Caldari. Maybe a new model, thatÆll fetch a nice price.ö
Egel for the first time in Garaktars memory had a look of puzzlement on his face.
ôI dunno Garaktar, I mean look at it. Something aint right. WhatÆs a ship like that doing out here in dead 0 space. And a frigate at that in an asteroid belt.ö
ôBEING OUR NEXT CATCH!ö Garaktar screamed. ôNow get to the weapons and ready the canons while I warm up the shields, MOVE I SAID!!ö
ôAllright allright, I just saying, something aint right.ö
ôAnd while your wondering he could get away, now MOVE!!ö
Garaktar shouted before whipping his massive club of an arm at Egel but missed him as the first mate fled from the*****pit. Galaktars cruiser ship was nothing short of awesome with some of the latest weaponry and a few stolen jovian lasers to brag about. He had been so successful in his little hole in the corner of free space that he was finding it harder and harder to get more ôcatchesö as he called them. As soon as word got out he was in the area, most avoided him. Yet, now fortune seemed to be smiling on him and the surly pilot could not ignore his luck.
Sounds began to beep and swirl around the*****pit as he brought his hulk out from behind the asteroid and the black ship was there just as it had been a few moments before, it seemed to barely flinch as he pressed the buttons to lock on. His computers reacted instantly and soon he had the ship locked in and ready for bombardment. Yet, again the black ship did not move.
ôAre those guns ready Egel?!!ö
ôAyeö
Came the garbled transmission from the internal comm. Garaktar laughed as he punched his fire buttons and began to unleash a barrage of lasers, missiles, and rail gun ammo at the ship. A volley that most hardened battleships would not have stood up to.
ôYAHH!!!!ö Garaktar screamed.
The barrage reached the ship and the blasts pierced off the ships shields but something was wrong as Garaktar looked on in shock. The lasers were being deflected away, the missiles landed true but hardly seemed to phase the black ship as after the barrage fell silent, the ship stood as sturdy as it was before. The pirate looked around at his controls wondering if someone had sabotaged him but they all read in the green. Until he saw one blinking green light.
ôThe Jovian blasters!ö He said in a rush.
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Balen Organa
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Those blasters were stolen by him and had some powerful aspects that made them useful but they drained a lot of power as well so he rarely used them, yet now seemed as good a time as any. He went to press the button to fire when he had a look at the ship. It still had not moved since the time that he had locked on to it. What is it doing? He thought and then slammed his finger down on the console and fired the blasters. His shipped rocked back from the blast as it tended to do when using those high powered weapons.
The red hot laser light shot through space and struck the ship, this time it flinched to the side form the impact but only slightly. Garaktar looked on as the opponent survived another volley of massive bombardments.
After the second wave of his ships weapons landed and then fell silent, the black ship turned toward Galaktars vessel, its talons pointing at the pirate spaceship with a threatening glare. A few seconds past and Galaktar began to fumble with the controls madly punching in calculations and map coordinates. He was not a dumb pirate and knew when he was outmatched.
ôBLASTED àö He screamed and then uttered a curse. ôDammit, if I could just get these coordinates in I can warp out of heràö Before he could utter the last word, a ball of lightning began to coalesce in front of the black ship and then suddenly bolts of lightning sprang from the talons and then sent a massive line of electrical doom at Galaktars vessel. The beam slammed into the cruiser knocking it sideways and sending it end over end across the space sector. Galaktar grabbed into the sides of the*****pit as his head slammed into the controls. When the ship stopped tumbling red lights beamed from every console. The shields were gone, the hull badly damaged. In one shot the black ships weapon had crippled Galaktars ship. The pirate looked up with a face full of blood and gash across his forehead.
The comm. panel suddenly sprang to life indicating an incoming message. From the speaker a loud noise suddenly pierced through. It had a low tone with a garbled sound like someone drowning in water.
ôGagna, dem tulon dak non!!ö
Galaktar realized it had to be from the black ship. Perhaps an offer of surrender but the ships translator could not pick up its language. He pressed the transmit button and screamed through the mic.
ôWHAT ARE YOU!!!! You want me you blabbering gut puss, come have me..ö
He then with the last of his ships power unleashed a last barrage of lasers and missiles, yet again they hardly phased the dark ship. Another garble speech came through the speakers. It sounded like broken common but the message was clear to understand.
ôàwe àhave àreturned!ö
As the dark ship turned to Galaktars vessel the pirate spit out blood on the console and then in one final act, put out his hand in a rude gesture. The black ship turned, another ball of lighting powered up, unleashed, and the last beam struck the ships hull and it burst into a barrage of plasma and gas. The pirate Galaktar was no more. The black ship flew through the wreckage of the ship and then passed out into the blackness of space.
ôGalaxies. Some would say they are the greatest discoveries of sentient beings just aching to be explored. Ours is a tomb, an encapsulating prison that binds us and places us against each other in a never ending struggle for complete supremacy over a galaxy that is not our own. They call it new eden, and the masses revel on amongst themselves, vying for their place in a corporation, pirating the innocents of their plunder, or waging endless wars with no end. Yet, they all linger on, blinded by their own greed and lust for power. Thus is the downfall of human nature. ô
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Balen Organa
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ôThey walk, they fly, they mine, they buy, they trade, never asking themselves. What came before us? Was this galaxy truly as baren as it seemed to be? Are we so enchanted by the hope that one day the wormhole will open and we can once again see our home that we forget where we are? This galaxy was never ours, we came here, and the wormhole trapped us after it collapsed through a natural processàor was it?ö
FalnÆs speech suddenly fell silent as Duri looked on and then suddenly smiled before he spoke with a laughter.
ôYou speak so oddly doctor when you are drunk..Æ
Faln looked back with a quiet stare.
ôI am not drunk Duri. I have been researching some of the old texts, from back when us humans first came here. There were many ruins of lost civilizations. They say when they began to explore they found them all over the place. Most were destroyed after the colonist populated the planets. ThereÆs no telling what they could have been.ö
ôAHHH, who cares about the old. Out with the old in with the new I say, we rule this galaxy now. HA!!ö
Faln looked at Duri in disgust.
ôAs you say old friend. But doesnÆt it make you wonder? No intelligent alien species found in our exploration of this galaxy? DoesnÆt that seem odd?ö
ôYour joking right. My friend we ARE the aliens.!!ö
Duri then laughed and then got up from his bar table and began to walk back to the bar for some more drink. Faln only looked on and then reached into his lab coat and pulled out an oddly shaped book with a black cover. The title on the book read ôThe writings of my discoveriesö. The author was an old colonist scientist who had looked at some of the ruins before they were destroyed. Yet, that did not worry Faln. Past dead civilizations were fun to read about and enjoy or study. The question was, what happens if they come back to claim what was theirs?
(to be continued)
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Balen Organa
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Posted - 2008.04.15 19:57:00 -
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Balen Organa
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Posted - 2008.05.16 12:55:00 -
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Decker stopped for a moment and rubbed his eyes trying to clear his brain as he knew there had to be a search criteria that would bring up something about the old ways. His corporation was a ruthless producer of ships and modifications and his senior staff would not take no for an answer. He hated doing this but he also enjoyed his job, and he knew if he didnÆt do this they would surely throw him out the door as an unnecessary expense. A term he couldnÆt stand to hear from anybody he worked with but he heard and saw it every day. If you were an unnecessary expense, you promptly got shown the door and told to leave dock immediately. The bad thing about his corporation was that those who left dock, the so called expenses, had a tendency to run into pirate attacks in unlucky places or their warp bubbles inhibited and their ships destroyed and all the knowledge they had of when they worked here erased as there always seemed to be something wrong with their clones when they woke up.
Bad things like that tended to happen with former ôexpensesö of the Hayte Durant Production corporation. Decker sometimes thought it wasnÆt worth it, but the resources available were un-matched across the galaxy due to their vast information databases. It was that, or the fact that any competitor CEO that attempted to compete always seemed to get sick at in-opportune time so most companies began to move out to the Gallente installations in hopes of not being tracked.
So on he dredged through the files looking at the words, typing and retyping search criteria, and making some meaningless notes on things that seemed to be at least half interesting. Even with all of the endless words about starving he began to take in the knowledge of the beginnings of the galaxy and was enjoying that he was learning about the past. What he began to notice was the little to no mention of the Jovians or anything about their beginnings. While the other civilizations had their historical records here stating much of their timeline, not a single piece of data spoke of that empire or where they came from. Some, like himself, thought the Jovians were not human at all and he was beginning to believe that more and more every day.
He punched in the clear keys and erased his latest search effort and sat looking at the screens blinking cursor awaiting his next input. Decker sighed and looked at his notes. He realized he had not gone into the military rankings and old engineering data cores, so he figured now was a good time. He began to type in the word ôRankingsö to search through the different ranking officer logs of the engineers but he had been going at this for 6 hours straight and he was fatigued. So his fingers slipped over the keys on accident and instead he typed Raknok and hit enter before he could stop himself. The computer began to search and Decker shouted a curse because now he would need to wait while the system searched the billions of files for information he didnÆt need. Yet, within a few seconds the screen flashed ôsearch completeö and there was one file.
He at first smiled at his luck since the computer must have glitched to only bring up one file in billions with that word in it. Being the savvy person he was he cleared the search screen and typed in the exact wording again. He wanted to get the debugger involved so he could track the glitch and report it to software engineering. However, when he punched the words in again and searched, the debugger was silent and the same file came up.
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Balen Organa
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Posted - 2008.05.16 12:56:00 -
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Decker looked up from his console and around his small part of the office. He wanted to see if Jarren, one of his co-workers, was maybe playing a joke on him. The staff in the office were all hunched over their own terminals performing their own tasks. Jarren was sitting about 10 feet from him also hunched over a search screen, probably doing the same task he was. Convinced that nobody was trying to trick him he looked back at the screen. There , amongst a database with billions upon billions of records was one file that had that name in it. He sniffed in curiosity and tapped on the keys to get into the file then began to read it as it came up.
At first, it looked as if it would be another ranting from a dying colonist but then as he read further he began to realize this file was something more than that. There was an audio file with the small description. He punch into the file, put on his ear phones and listened. A womanÆs soft voice came through his ears.
ôWe have come to the seventh cave on Jel and we only now can begin to see what we came here for. The signal appears to have originated in this spot. Once we entered into the cave, we found something. The mountain itself does not look like anything we have seen before. Its possible this place used to be something else, perhaps a building of some kind, we cannot tellà.. were inside the caveö The voice began to get more frantic and her breathing increased.
ôYes we can see it now, some kind of a panel, but it looks thousands of years oldà.ö Again more heavy breathing as she became more stressed.
ôThere it isàget shots of thisà..Wait there is somethingà.something on the panel here. I can barely read it. This whole machineàit appears to be waiting for somethingà I see lights on it. The words written hereàthe translator canÆt decipher it. I will try to read it as best I can. Rrràra..Raknok!ö Suddenly a large banging noise crashed over the earphones followed by multiple screams and more banging noises which was over shadowed by a loud roaring noise. Then the earphones went silent and a beep indicated the end of the audio file. Decker sat at his seat stunned as the last bits of the data file came up. The name of it was ôThe discovery of Raknok..ö then it gave some coordinates presumably where this cave was in the Jel system.
His eyes shot around the room unsure of what to make of what he just heard. He popped in a data core file, copied the file there and then quickly removed it. He stared at his empty screen for a few more moments listening to his hard breathing. Then he looked at the data core with the file he just heard, he had began his search trying to find old technology specs, and now it seems he may have stumbled upon much more than he could have imagined.
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