Strata Maslav
V0LTA Triumvirate.
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Posted - 2015.07.17 02:10:18 -
[1] - Quote
I am interested in is the creation of scenery, history and malice with player legacy wrecks. I decided to write a brief story to get a feeling of how pilot might act when coming across the remains of a great battle to high light how interesting wrecks can be if they were to stay in space for a longer period of time and have link to a kill mail if you click on them.
GÇ£Breath held he blindly jumps into the next system, and from the safety of the cloak he see the welcome party, a swathe of mangle wrecks.
The broken capital ships punctuate the field, with smaller hulls scattered between them. From the main cluster there is a thin line debris, they were probably gunned down in a last ditch retreat. The remains of a decisive battle.
Captained and owned by god-like capsuleers these ships are manned by hundreds to thousands of loyal crew. Loyalty has its limits, and when rounds started penetrating the hull distress are beacons activated and those crew still able attempt escape the listing vessel. Though they do not go far, escape pods are designed for the sole purpose of preserving life and have no ability to navigate space.
Cryo-frozen, the surviving crew must wait for corporations like the Sisters of EVE to get word of the battle. The hardy distress beacon built into all ships, calls out near by vessels with coordinates of wreck allowing them to warp to it.
The husks in front of him show no sign of activity. Stripped of all parts that might hold value,the victors taking the lion's share leaving rest to be picked over by the local salvage parties, the vultures of New Eden.
He hopes the distress beacons have been deactivated by the rescue party, as capsuleers have been known to destroy the beacon in the wreck of a ship, for no other reason than strategic or to prevent the salvaging by another party, dooming the survivors. A human life has little value to many capsuleers as they can die and be reborn multiple times a day. They trade crewmen in the hundreds of the thousands as commodities on their market to man their machines of war.
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Still under his cloak, he actives directional scanner, no active ships nearby. The pilot school training kicks in as he aligns to celestial on horizon. Paranoia is what keeps you alive out here.
Looking at his overview settings, he opens up the tab labeled "Legacy Wrecks," the space lights up all around him with icons. Each icon he clicks shows a Kill Mail, giving him the registered specifications of the vessel and the combat log its final stand.
Putting together this abstract information gives him hints of the tactics used by each side and the fatal error leading to the vessel's demise. It appears most of the fighting took place two days ago.
Ever the entrepreneur he looks how each vessel was equipped and takes note. "The capsuleers might be licking their wounds right now, but I'm sure they will be up for a fight again soon. If I import and put these modules up on the local market I might be able to make a quick million ISK or two.
He remembers he's been slow boating off the gate, and needs to move before he's spotted by scout.
In a month or two these wrecks will have scattered to void, leaving a blank page for another battle write its story. |