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Ralval Manais
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Posted - 2010.03.12 04:17:00 -
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The dark light of the distant star streamed through a small window, casting a gloomy aura in the sparsely decorated room. A pair of dark green eyes peered over the rim of a glass at the man in front of them. ôà Isà there a problem Mr. Haidfiel?ö Haidfiel, a tall man with a weathered face pitted with scars stared at him coldly. ôThe problem, as you put it Vais, is that youÆre hiring petty mercenaries to accomplish your goals!ö
The man, known as Vais, clucked his tongue idly, vaguely disapproving. ôPetty mercenaries? Really, Mr. Haidfiel. A small pirate band led by a Capsuleer is a little more then a group of petty mercenaries, donÆt you think?ö Vais peered at him over the rim of his expensive-looking glass again, as if he was trying to understand him at some primal level. Haidfiel snarled angrily but reined himself in.
ôYou expect a group of greedy pirates to obey you? Do you really think they wonÆt turn on you the moment somebody offers them more money?ö Vais gave him a disappointed look. ôI am well aware of the natures of mercenary employment, Mr. Haidfiel.ö The voice was blank and empty of any emotion. Haidfiel winced slightly. Realising he had said something he shouldnÆt have, he took a small step back. Vais swirled the gold-blue liquid in his glass before downing it calmly.
ôMr. Haidfielà what is loyaltyà?ö The unexpected question made Haidfiel blink. ôItÆsà wellà Loyalty is following a cause and not betraying itàö Vais nodded. ôCorrect. That is Loyalty. Nowà are Mercenaries loyal?ö Haidfiel paused. He had to choose his words carefully. Vais was obviously getting somewhere with thisà and if he answered wrong, his employment would be terminated. ôNoà they arenÆt loyal to anybody but themselves.ö Vais smiled coldly.
ôSoà Mercenaries are loyal. They are loyal to themselves. Is that right, Mr. Haidfiel?ö Haidfiel nodded unsurely. ôNow, if mercenaries are loyal to themselves, who do they serve?ö Haidfiel blinked. That wasà kind of obvious, wasnÆt it? It wouldnÆt hurt to be cautious though. ôTheyà serve themselves, Vaisàö ôà Yes, thatÆs right.ö Vais nodded again, that cold smile still on his lips.
ôA mercenary will always serve himself. That is what mercenaries do, Mr. Haidfiel. If somebody was to offer them more money, they would switch over, would they not?ö Haidfiel nodded, still unsure of where this was going but all too aware that Vais was building up to something. ôWrong.ö
Now that was confusing. ôà Wrongà?ö Vais nodded calmly. ôYes, Mr. Haidfiel, that is wrong. A mercenary will not switch over. Do you know why, Mr. Haidfiel?ö The now highly nervous man shook his head from side to side slowly. ôSurely you do? You said it yourself. Mercenaries are loyal to themselves and themselves alone.ö
Haidfiel was seriously confused. Vais was abstract and vague at the best of times, and completely silent with that smile of his at the worst. ôà IÆm afraid I donÆt follow.ö Vais smiled again. ôOf course you donÆt. ThatÆs why IÆm the Leader, and you arenÆt. Nowà if Mercenaries serve themselves, but somebody offers them more moneyà what does a mercenary value more then his bank account, Mr. Haidfiel?ö
ôà His life?ö Vais clapped slowly, and mockingly. ôCorrect. A mercenary values their lives above all things. No point being rich if youÆre dead.ö Haidfiel paused, his mind working through all the information he had received. ôà If they leave we kill them?ö Vais shook his head calmly, vaguely disappointed. ôNot quite, Mr. Haidfiel. We will not be killing them. The other mercenaries will.ö Haidfiel frowned at his superior. Vais clucked his tongue in that idle, vaguely disapproving manner.
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Lilah Pierce
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Posted - 2010.03.12 04:55:00 -
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Edited by: Lilah Pierce on 12/03/2010 04:55:47 Alright, Silver Night. Here's my submission for your awesome contest. :)
Silver Night Submission: All God's Children
I hope it at least interests you. Enjoy, and thanks for the opportunity. :) |
Marcus Vatta
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Posted - 2010.03.12 07:23:00 -
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My first foray into Eve fiction. I hope it suits.
Authentic
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Gho Higyidr
Black Serpent Technologies R.A.G.E
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Posted - 2010.03.12 08:56:00 -
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Edited by: Gho Higyidr on 12/03/2010 09:02:18 I have grammar issues BUT! Here it is! Oh.. and it went a little bit longer than I thought. ;s
Into Oblivion
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Ludi Tomina
Gallente tr0pa de elite Triumvirate.
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Posted - 2010.03.12 11:06:00 -
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Exotic, you say?
Features:
A story :)
Pretty pics inside ('borrowed')
Pretty video inside (also 'borrowed')
Hope you all like it!
PS: Can we submitt more then 1 story?
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Hallan Turrek
Caldari Noir. Noir. Mercenary Group
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Posted - 2010.03.12 11:14:00 -
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Jonathan Dreck and the Case of the Dead DTbutant ________________________________________ A merry life and a short one shall be my motto. Bartholomew Roberts
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MetalWitch
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Posted - 2010.03.12 18:11:00 -
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View from a Tower
Three days on, one day off. I've been doing this so long time doesnÆt seem to have a place in my world. My title reads "Gallente Control Tower Administratorö, but I think of myself as more of an artist in the vast boundless experience that we call life. By immersing myself in knowledge of all things technical and studying human nature and interaction, I have managed to make myself a very popular figure in spacer culture. My primary concern is of course the smooth and flawless operation of this Control Tower, not to mention the almost unimaginable generation of isk forwarded to the owner-shareholders. Long ago, seven clonings ago, I was offered a deal that at the time seemed unequaled by anything I had ever been exposed to. The offer of unlimited cloning cost free for as long as I wished it. Cloning is normally reserved almost exclusively for podders, and for those of which isk is of no concern, so how could I, a common station docking administrator's assistant refuse. One small stipulation in the offer though, I was to remain in the employ of this particular Control Tower until I decided to end my visit in this reality, it was brought to my attention early on that I would never work for anyone else. There was no contract, only a brief visit by a "Workforce Acquisition Agent. Since that time I have had no contact with anyone associated with the Owner-Shareholders, only brief concise untraceable directives issued electronically. While on duty three days all manor of operational details of the Tower are examinened in an isolated, high tech office on the upper lever of the Tower overlooking the vast reaches of space and the botanical gardens thriving under the bombardment of solar energy. Most aesthetic delights are rarely glimpsed though as I become completely absorbed in the constant flow of information and occasional adjustments to procedure and operation effiency. One of the reasons I was "discovered" for this job was my innate ability to bleed isk from nearly any transaction and an ability to provide people with things they needed, knowingly or otherwise. Mechanical and technical knowledge is also one of my strong points. Along with the nonstop flow of information from the towers operation there was also the flow of information from New Eden, ship deliveries of supplies, interplanetary and space communications, hacked and decrypted military and pirate communications and various well planted and well compensated ears of society. Even though I receive ample compensation by anyoneÆs standards from my employers my real isk is generated from my practiced patient accumulation of a far reaching and hearing network of suppliers, delieverers and clients. My corporation has no name and there is no person to contact. When services or goods are needed or desired, they are simply offered, business is done and everyone involved is compensated. Total immersion in ones work for such a period does come with a penalty, health wise and mentally. Stay in too long and your mind becomes dependant on the constant flood of information and one can lose the loose grip of understanding they have on human thought and needs. There are of course the more immediate physiological needs of the body that can lead to a premature cloning session if ignored. After many decades of study and experimentation three days works to my best advantage. My single day of rest is just that, sometimes a good nap for 18 hours, sometimes some company, sometimes whatever I decide at the moment, I have vast reserve of days off, plus my very private very sizable wealth. Three days on, one day off.
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Freya Anara
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Posted - 2010.03.12 18:38:00 -
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I have learned two things over the three years that I have been a dancer. First and foremost is patience, nothing good ever happened to anyone fast. The second thing I learned is that Caldari are universally lousy tippers. It is ironic that dancers are paid so little, considering how appreciated we are (or how appreciated we would be if we disappeared for a while). But perhaps that is such a common grievance that it has lost some of its meaning. However, because it is such a common thing, you may understand my motives. It has been seven months since Fortesti came to the bar where I worked. He is rather short, the kind of slender boy who is unfit for any sort of physical work. His head was freshly shaven and his dark skin let you know that he has probably spent a lot of time planetside. That first night there he ordered water. I didnÆt realize that I had purposely sat next to him. There were a lot of empty seats at the bar, but I chose the empty one next to him. That night we didnÆt say much, though he looked at me often. I wondered if he didnÆt like me. He kept coming back though. Not every night, but he seemed to make it a point of coming at least once a week. The time was the same though, 22:00. By 21:30 my heart was pricking me and I checked the clock incessantly. The people watching me dance must have thought that I was on boosters. And now, after seven months of this, he finally started up a conversation with me. It was awkward. It turned out he was an initiate of the Theology Council, that he didnÆt approve of what I did for a living and that choosing to work on Kor Azor Prime made things even worse because of how strong the Theology CouncilÆs influence is here. After he was done speaking he excused himself and headed towards the bathroom. I sat there fuming and stunned. After all this time of him coming in here, when it was clear it wasnÆt for the drinks, and the only thing he has to say to me was about how he doesnÆt approve of how I live my life. I decided then and there to do something crazy. I opened the door to the menÆs bathroom; there was no one there except for Fortesti. He had taken a seat in the stall directly next to the sinks. I entered the stall next to his. Working at a bar has meant a lot of greasy food. He let out his opening salvo, a set of short, staccato, farts with a solid blaster-shot for a closer. I laughed aloud, knowing what my poor diet had prepared for us. The howling fart I unleash echoes off the walls and shrinks my waistline about an inch. I slapped the wall between us and said "Back to you, Fortesti!ö He was silent; I assumed he knew who I was and that the time has come for us to battle. Knew he was summoning his intestinal fortitude for full out war. With a hiss that you might expect from a reprocessesor he squirted a deadly spray of ass juice that made my vision blur. I put my shirt over my nose and clear my vision of its black spots. I was ready. I cried out loud as I felt my next attack destroy its way through my large intestine. The enormous pressure yielded me a log I that would stand out in his memory and mine as a true Titan. I clenched down as pulse fire farts attempted to make their way around the super-capital that I had chosen to jump in. The beefy, yeasty stench easily overpowered the Amarrian ass-gutter stench of his first attack. As the Avatar of the crap universe hit the water below and reeks like foodstuffs that capsuleers leave in their cargo holds for months at a time without preservation measures. Fortesti must have had an implant that let him unzip his ass all the way to the base of his neck. That is the only way I can begin to explain the lumpy, creamy splashes that fell from his storage silo. It sounded like a person dumping a gallon of liquid ozone that had veldspar in it into a fuel container. I watched in horror as the tips of my hair began to curl. I can feel the side of my body that faced his stall become moist.
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Freya Anara
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Posted - 2010.03.12 18:43:00 -
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I had no choice, I had to go all out, and overheat whatever modules I could. I put my hands together in what would have been a prayer if they had not been clenched so hard that my nails dug into the other hand. ôYou want to play?ö I shouted, with a low moaning coming from my stomach like a sweaty dog howling into a swampy, foggy night. ôYOU GOT IT! AARAHHHHGGGG!ö If my first captainÆs log was a titan, it was now cynoing in the dreadnaughts, super-carriers and battleships that make up the true firepower of the fleet. It will take an excavator to remove the fleet of Sancha Turd Demons from the battlefield on which I have vanquished my enemy. Hot magma-like **** rocketed out of my ass and released a deadly, noxious cloud of fecal perfume. I was clenching my teeth, trying not to scream. I could hear Fortesti gag and watched his feet begin to shuffle around. He was looking to escape any way he could but his numb fingers simply knocked his roll of toilet paper off the wall, which promptly rolled into my stall where I hugged it to my chest for safe keeping. The odors began to pound him from orbit with merciless blasts. The smell of rotten fruitcakes stuffed with steaming manure burnt into his nose like laser fire. The citadel torpedoes that had flown from me now impacted him, each one causing him to twitch knowing that no tank could survive what I was unleashing upon him. Fortesti stumbled out of the stall, barley able to stand or walk in a coordinated manner. He staggered to the door and opened it just enough to slip out into the fresh air. I yelled to him ôSee you next week you religious anal terrorist!ö I laughed, though he said nothing. It was all over except the clean up. If he ever shows his face around here again, IÆll be waiting.
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Samses
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Posted - 2010.03.12 19:23:00 -
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Writing contest submission: Ad Astra
Please find my modest contribution here:
http://www.eve-chatsubo.com/viewtopic.php?p=137082#137082
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Gho Higyidr
Black Serpent Technologies R.A.G.E
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Posted - 2010.03.12 19:30:00 -
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Ludi I like yours. :D
Anyone have comments on mine? I had a FULL running story that pertained my characters, but I had to alter the characters a bit due to not being able to use the ones I game with in EVE. It's pretty involved but I never bothered to finish it off. :D
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The RAv3n
Caldari An Eye For An Eye AN EYE F0R AN EYE
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Posted - 2010.03.12 20:26:00 -
[102]
Reserved. Its funny how inspiring a Bhaalgorn or Machariel can be. Wish I had got one for every English paper I submitted
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Zanthar Eos
Danista Holdings Incorporated Intergalactic Exports Group
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Posted - 2010.03.13 04:08:00 -
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Edited by: Zanthar Eos on 13/03/2010 04:09:21 I have wrote a little something i hope you all like it The story of Aerrel Kan
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Suladriel
Caldari Veto. Veto Corp
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Posted - 2010.03.13 13:07:00 -
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Edited by: Suladriel on 13/03/2010 13:08:03 I wish I could write....
Honour and Prosperity -------------- .___. {O,o} /)__) -"-"- O RLY?
I'm not famous, nor infamous.
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Kaimar Redcloud
Gallente Beagle Industries F A I L
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Posted - 2010.03.13 17:24:00 -
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Here's my submission. http://www.eve-chatsubo.com/viewtopic.php?t=5374 Drunken lowsec pilot extraordinaire |
Razgriz20
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Posted - 2010.03.13 17:28:00 -
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All I have to offer *Bbbbrrrriiiiinnnnggggg* "Son of a *****, I swear I just went to bed." Actually it has been nine hours since Tom had closed his eyes to sleep. 5 minutes later, *Bbbbbrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg* "Yeah, yeah I heard you the first time. I swear I thought I was done when I graduated high school with bells." Bells ringing is something that Tom has gotten used to, it was the only way to tell the time on the mining colony as there were no windows to even look outside. Tom gets out of bed and groggily makes his way to the breakfast area. As he walks into the hall he looks around and notices his buddy Paul in line getting food. "Hey Paul ," says Tom. Paul looks around to see who had called his name, and spots Tom. "Hey Tom," he replies half consciously. "What's for breakfast?" asked Tom, still not quite fully awake. "Same **** as yesterday, hell it's even the same stuff as the day before that! Never changes on this godforsaken rock." exasperated Paul . "Hey at least it's free." "Yeah true they could be giving me nothing except drugs." sighed Paul. As they sat down, Tom thinks of Paul's past. Paul used to be a slave in the Amarr empire mines, hooked on a drug that they gave them every day to keep them loyal and almost in a constant high state. One day he had gotten enough wherewithal to hop onto a freighter ship that ended up taking him to Caldari space. He was found when the ship docked and the cargo was unloaded. With nothing but the clothes on his back, he had begged and pleaded with the mining foreman and the CEO of the parent company that owned the outpost to not send him back. They allowed him to stay to work for the company and even cured him of his addiction. He would work for them, get paid and be cured, but he had to work a regular schedule; and was not on the same rotation as everyone else . The other workers here were on for 1 month and then got to go home for a month and then come back again . He had excitedly accepted this agreement and had been stuck on this "godforsaken rock" since then. "Hey, how many more days till you are suppose to leave?" asked Paul . "I think 3 more days, I really miss my wife and little girl. To be honest I am not sure though if that is right. I'm not really able to keep track. I just follow the boss' orders and when they say get out and go home, I don't question" smiled Tom. "Hahaha, yeah I wouldn't either... I wouldn't either." laughed Paul. *Bbbbbrrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg*"Damn, bell" sighed Tom. "Yeah" agreed Paul. "Well let's get to it" said Tom. The rest is in a Google document. I hope you enjoy the story. Constructive criticism would be mostly appreciated. http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AXxdQ02ZqqYxZGNkbjZtaHpfMGhyODQzOWM3&hl=en Regards, Razgriz20 |
Iltarus Almondis
Caldari Minmatar Ship Construction Services Ushra'Khan
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Posted - 2010.03.13 21:20:00 -
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My story: Rats
Looking forward to constructive comments, and thanks for reading in advance.
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Belladonna Dravidia
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Posted - 2010.03.13 21:35:00 -
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My entry in the contest:
Illegal Transmission
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Sikander 2
Caldari Vivicide Vivisection.
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Posted - 2010.03.13 23:21:00 -
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The Journey
^^ Features around a minmatar slave escaping from the Amarr empire.
One problem i have is that if the contracts go up a week after the deadline, i prolly won't be here if i win, is that still O.K? Sikander 2 - as useless as the duck-billed platypus |
Ivanna Nukya
Gallente The Graduates Morsus Mihi
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Posted - 2010.03.14 09:20:00 -
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This is a great opportunity Silver, thanks for putting it up.
Here is my entry with link to full story.
"The Crew Rebellion"
Chapter 1
Nanti sat relaxed in her living room, enjoying a cup of the newest coffee flavor imported from the famous Tourier Plantations. A gentle breeze wafted the scents of her flower garden through her open window; it was a great day to relax. She was taking a bit of a break from her exercises to watch the breaking news about a Senator that had been shot in Dodixie. The Senator was a strong supporter of protecting Capsuleer Pilot rights. There was an underground movement within the Universities and Religious groups demanding CapsuleerÆs be forced to spend more money to improve their ships crew safety and survivability. Thus far that movement had gone no further than central wing lobbyists, street protests, and funeral services for dead or missing crew.
The phone rang and Nanti answered absent mindedly ôHello thereö which connected the call over speakers in the home, a sobbing womanÆs voice was on the other end.
ôNanti!ö the sound of sobs choked back ôIt's Aari, the Corporation just called meàsaying he was missing.ö
Nanti was speechless as the sobs continued and she hurried to pick up her handheld for a more quiet conversation with her friend Bethza. She knew Aari was BethzaÆs husband. Nanti's husband was an officer in the Gallente Navy so she knew about Bethza's fears.
ôOh Bethza I am sure Aari will be alright, they will find him in an escape shuttle just like they have in the Gallente Navy, you know how safe space travel has become.ö
Nanti had to hold the phone away from her ear as BethzaÆs voice was a shrill burst ôThey are not searching for survivorsö strong breaths ôThey are leaving him for dead!ö
ôHow do you know this Bethza? Who told you this?ö Nanti asked There was a long pause on the other end, and then in a more calm sobbing voice Bethza replied ôThey sent me his papers and his last salary payment already.ö
Nanti could only comfort Bethza on the line; she knew what it meant when loved ones received the contract papers of crew and the final payments for salary and insurance.
This was a story that was becoming all too common around the Federation as more and more people flocked to fly aboard the ships of the growing Capsuleer industry that had taken off several years ago.
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The Crew Rebellion Link
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Oognoko Shadowblade
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Posted - 2010.03.14 21:00:00 -
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Reserved
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Eraxmuz
Minmatar Infinixi Corp
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Posted - 2010.03.14 23:55:00 -
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Occlusion Enjoy! And thanks for a great contest...
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crazyjim
Caldari 31st Kakakela Armoured Division
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Posted - 2010.03.15 00:15:00 -
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True Relic
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Math'ra Hiede
Amarr Capital Ships Inc. Deathadder Coalition
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Posted - 2010.03.15 00:59:00 -
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Reserved - just awaiting a final edit before I post :P
Great Idea Silver, it was a good catalyst for getting me into action.
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"Innocence Proves Nothing" -Solen Sean
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Silver Night
Caldari Re-Awakened Technologies Inc Electus Matari
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Posted - 2010.03.15 01:51:00 -
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Just about a week left! Make sure and get your entries in by the deadline. (21:55 Eve Time, March 21st) --------------
Silver's Fiction
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Farworth
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Posted - 2010.03.15 09:09:00 -
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Edited by: Farworth on 15/03/2010 09:09:59 Here then, for your consideration "A Friend of Happiness". It runs just short of 3,000 words.
A Friend of Happiness
Thank you Mister Silver.
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stevenjackson007
Caldari
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Posted - 2010.03.15 21:43:00 -
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Edited by: stevenjackson007 on 15/03/2010 21:43:15 Hopefully folks will enjoy this one. It's a story about a Caldari special operations team operating on Gallente Prime in the months following the Gallente attack on the Caldari homeworld.
The Hare and the Scorpion Aut Viam Inveniam, Aut Faciam (I will find a way, or make one) |
Joren Kain
Gallente GENX LABS Shadow Rock Alliance
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Posted - 2010.03.15 22:02:00 -
[118]
Reserved.
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Shae Tiann
Hellcats HellFleet
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Posted - 2010.03.16 08:34:00 -
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My submission: Intel Over Info
Alas, RL overload has killed the spare time I could have used on an illustration Next time, Gadget! ---------------------------------
Sweet Little Bad Girl
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Flippington Bigboy
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Posted - 2010.03.16 16:37:00 -
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Reserved for entry
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