Caithan ArcFade
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Posted - 2007.06.07 02:17:00 -
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ADVANCED WARNING: I am aware that I'm probably skewing alot of hardbased stuff out of whack, but I can't find any chronicles about the actual pod.I'm going to try Filling in my short-comings with some form of excuse.
Try to Enjoy :)
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The Ferox drifted along through the dark sea, the light of the system's star reflecting off it's hull. Along it's starboard was printed in bold, daunting letters "-CSU- WITCHHUNTER", under it was a comically painted, stereotypical broom-riding hag being chased by a heavy missile.
Deep within the bowels of the beast, there was a rectangular, plexiglass coffin standing erect against the wall. Inside it drifted a man, Civire of originm wearing nothing more than what looked like black shorts. It was a crude representation of the now more commonly used pods, the host-ship being an old retrofitted battlecruiser from before the technology was given to the Caldari by the Jovians. Occasionally a finger would twitch, and eyelid flutter as the man floated in an eerie, lifeless fashion inside the ambiotic goo.
Inside his mind, Captain Arcfade stood ontop of the very ship, arm resting against one of the mighty antenna as he looked upon the dark horizon. Normally, he -was- the ship, but every now and then while autopilot was running he would stretch his legs in a fictional sense, trying to keep what humanity he could from fading into the ship's dull frame. As he stood, his arms weren't scarred from the invasive wires that plugged him in, the same for his chest and neck. He was also wearing his standard uniform, proudly displaying his corporation's logo as a pendant.
He had been a pilot for three years, and still he couldn't help but get giddy over the fact that he was in the position he currently was in. Captain of a might Ferox, and he would sail the infinite cosmos under the banner of the Cornerstone Unlimited. He closed his eyes and took a deep inhale, despite the airless void. When he opened them again, he was now back inside one of the many camera drones that orbited the ship, scanning constantly for intruders.
Three years since he had been within this pod, and during that time he could only count on one hand the number of times he had left it's shell. But ten-minute vacations like the one he just took, made up for it all.
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