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Moriarity Kanenald
Republic University Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2012.01.26 22:11:00 -
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Moriarity looked at the chip with apprehension. A GÇÿgiftGÇÖ. He knew what it meant. More augmentation, more vomiting and more headaches. He still did not understand why he GÇÿneededGÇÖ to have an augmented memory and intelligence. Attributes, enhanced to take him where he wanted to go faster and surer.
The problem was he could not decide where it was he wanted to go. Back in his previous life such decisions were always arranged for him. After all, he had been poor and had to work constantly to maintain a simple life. Out here he was a newborn immortal, a member of the transhuman class known as Pod Pilots. He almost regretted his decision to plug himself into this new life. He spent most of his time sealed into a pod, sealed off from his past, from his present and the company of others. He had begun to loathe this new life of isolation and cold indifference.
He had spent forever in the new pilotsGÇÖ training programme working out how to scan with probes. He was also deeply uneasy with the pure violence of his new surroundings. It seemed everything was hostile and that all around him, New Eden was at war with itself. It was as though the augmentations, the changes that came with those augmentations, had exaggerated the worst and best traits of humanity. Out here the pilots of New Eden were capable of heinous acts against each other. All in the pursuit of wealth and glory.
Then there was the actual flying. His spatial awareness before becoming a member of the immortal class had been poor. He had failed at almost every sport he had tried, his simplicity had meant he had not seen the need to be competitive. Yet here he was in a hyper competitive gladiatorial arena that demanded he show his prowess in the tools of war. He could take risks that others would not and he could see things they could not. He could lose one ship and almost without thinking or feeling he could just turn and buy another, like replacing batteries. But the fighting was not easy; he was struggling to overcome the GÇÿratsGÇÖ, as his fellow pod pilots describe them, and his GÇÿagentsGÇÖ responded to him with corporate detachment.
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Moriarity Kanenald
Pro Synergy ACE WRECKING COMPANY
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Posted - 2012.02.18 14:18:00 -
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GÇ£Oh my God, we are all gonna die!GÇ¥ Screamed Fletcher at Cerbus as the ship lurched violently from another explosion, the whole chassis shook. Flames were erupting all along the fuselage. The ship had been turning for what seemed to be an age. There was a whistle and then another explosion somewhere towards the back of the shipGÇÖs armour. Fletcher was thrown across the service tunnel crashing heavily into the side.
The ship groaned and then seemed to pause momentarily before the warp drive kicked in. Cerbus watched as Fletcher slumped over. All around them the ship was shuddering and shaking as the FTL drive dragged them away from danger. GÇ£We are out! Its going to be OK we are out Fletcher.GÇ¥
GÇ£DonGÇÖt bet on it, we have been in and out of that pocket six times now.GÇ¥ Fletcher moaned.
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ISD Eshtir
Community Communications Liaisons
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Posted - 2012.02.18 17:55:00 -
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Thread moved to EVE Fiction section! ISD Eshtir Vice Admiral Community Communication Liaisons (CCLs) Interstellar Services Department |
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Moriarity Kanenald
Pro Synergy ACE WRECKING COMPANY
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Posted - 2012.02.19 17:12:00 -
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woops apologies I am new around here! |
shadowace00007
Beyond The Gates The Methodical Alliance
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Posted - 2012.02.20 17:19:00 -
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I dig it. It would have been nice if you would have mentioned what ship class it was tho =)
Born Amarrian Raised Minmatar. |
Moriarity Kanenald
Pro Synergy ACE WRECKING COMPANY
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Posted - 2012.02.28 14:01:00 -
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oh bugger! |
Moriarity Kanenald
Autocannons Anonymous Late Night Alliance
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Posted - 2012.05.04 08:27:00 -
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GÇ£I explained to you before that we should have bought a Rifter but you wouldnGÇÖt listen.GÇ¥ Fletcher glared at Moriarity across the table. Moriarity stared down at his glass. It looked half empty, it didnGÇÖt seem to matter much either way. Fletcher was always moaning, it was a complete mystery why he remained with the ship.
The situation was desperate. They had just failed to turn in their latest commission and would have to sell everything to be able to pay for this Rifter. They had some parts from the scrap they had looted from the wrecks in previous missions but altogether it was not looking good.
GÇ£Okay Fletcher we will buy a Rifter. Do you have any suggestions about how to fit it?GÇ¥
Fletcher looked up his data pad and handed it over to Moriarity. GÇ¥This is the cookie cutter fit. They rave about it GÇô you can even do level IIGÇÖs in this boat.GÇ¥
Moriarity took the pad, he knew before he looked much further than the Tech II guns that the fit was not going to work. GÇ¥Well for a start we canGÇÖt afford it, and secondly it will be impossible with my skills. We would be waiting three months for the training.GÇ¥
GÇ£Ahh I forgot we are flying with a noob!GÇ¥
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Edward Brodeur
Federal Defense Union Gallente Federation
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Posted - 2012.05.05 00:55:00 -
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That is inspiring. I should write my own story. |
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