This first Throwback Thursday piece is significant in that it was the first real piece of fiction I ever wrote, I had written various in character posts in various places (and in a few other games too!) But had never created an actual story. It was written to celebrate the end of my fourth year playing Eve. That was three years ago and I am about to start my eight year, which I find incredible. Soon it will be time to start planning my ten year anniversary!
Originally published 2011.12.22
YC 109.12.26 02:25
Kisogo VII – State War Academy School
The room was dimly lit, the only light source was a Holo-Vid Screen attached to one wall to the left of the doorway. Opposite the doorway the wall had been replaced by a floor to ceiling window, looking out over the hanger below. To the right, was a small kitchenette, nothing fancy, just the basics. A couch sat facing the Vid Screen, and a small coffee table with several large cushions for seats sat behind the couch. To the left of the Vid Screen was a doorway leading to a small unlit hallway.
As a small Datapad on the coffee table blinked and beeped, Jaron Hearn stumbled out of the hallway silently swearing to himself. “Who the fuck is calling at this time of night?” he asked himself, still half asleep. Picking it up he noticed the caller was listed as ‘State War Academy’. He swore to himself before pressing the answer button.
“Who are you, and what the fuck do you want?” he snapped.
“Hello Mr Hearn, my name is Toiniainen Omu, I am an Agent working for the State War Academy on the station in orbit of planet seven of the Kisogo system, although I’m sure you already knew most of that.” The caller was Caldari and looked no different from any other Caldari citizen.
“Get to the point so I can get back to sleep,” Jaron demanded.
“Very well,” Toiniainen responded. “I am delighted to inform you that your request for a CONCORD Capsuleer’s Licence has been accepted, effective immediately. When you are ready, please come to my office so we can take your licence photo and validate your chosen alias. Then I have a few basic missions for you to carry out in order to ease you into your new life as a Capsuleer. I will also provide you with your first ship, an Ibis class Rookie Frigate. It’s uglier than Slaver Shit, but it will do for a start. Congratulations and welcome aboard!”
Jaron was speechless. After that ugly incident at his graduation a few months previously, where he had been brainwashed into attacking his lecturers, he had thought all his hopes of ever being granted a Capsuleer Licence has gone out the window. He was lucky not to be in prison and had endured over a month of interrogation during which he was locked away in the stations holding cells. If it wasn’t for his parents life insurance policies, he and his siblings would have been left with nothing.
The Datapad beeped again. Jaron picked it up, all thoughts of sleep had now disappeared from his mind, it was time to party!
“Hey Sis, whats happening?” he asked cheerfully.
Marrada, Jaron’s sister was on the other end. “Hey Skorpy, you sound cheerful for 2am, you get laid or something?” she asked jokingly.
“Nah Sis, just got my Capsuleer Licence, all our money problems are no more!” Jaron yelled.
“Oh shit! wait until Karras hears about this! Mum and Dad would be so proud!”
Smiling, Jaron asked “What did you want to talk about?”
“Oh, nothing important, it can wait.” replied his sister, with an equally big grin on her face. “I’ll talk to you later, I’m going to tell everyone we know!”
Jaron put down his Datapad and jumped with joy. He walked down the hallway to the bathroom and got in the shower. After a nice relaxing shower he got back into bed. 12 Hours later, he dressed and headed to the Agent levels of the station, using the temp ID the agent who called him had given him. He paused as he reached the agents office, then he Knocked on the door. A voice called out “Come in.” He took a deep breath, then pushed the door open and entered.
The preceding story is an original piece of Fan Fiction written by myself to celebrate a milestone. My character will be 4 years old in a couple of days. When I was planning my fiction contest I had planned on posting the winners on my characters 4 year anniversary, but that plan went out the window when I didn’t receive as many entries as I was expecting.
The last 4 years have been pretty interesting for me. I’ve lived in 0.0 a couple of times, with different groups, and I’ve hung out in Hi Sec quite a bit. This last year has been the most interesting for me. After taking a break from Eve I left the 0.0 corp i was in and headed back to Hi Sec to try and build up my wallet and make my alt corp into something other than a place for my alts to hang out. Then Pyro scammed me into join Legion of Darkwind. I ran my first community contest that was sort of successful, even getting CCP to donate a pair of PLEX. Then I made the stupid decision to start this blog, what the fuck was I thinking.
Where will the next four years take me? Who knows, but it sure is going to be fun finding out! I hope you will all join me on this journey, as it should be a blast!
Earlier today I received a message from CONCORD. It would seem that some of my files have been De-Classified. My “real” name, from before I became a Capsuleer, is one of the pieces of information contained in the files I have been sent. Jaron Hearn. A name I have not heard for a very long time, and one that I had forgotten. I still have no idea why this information was classified in the first place but my investigations are continuing, and armed with new information, I have been able to make a lot of progress in the past week. I have also received a video file from someone who claims to have been present during my Capsuleer training, I am currently attempting to verify its authenticity, then I shall publish a transcript of it.
I am also following a couple of promising leads into what caused my memory loss and hope to publish something on that in the near future. Hopefully I’ll also be able to find out how I got this damn scar and why it wont go away. I can’t say much else about these leads as the sources do not wish to be identified in any way and are using proxies to communicate with me, which also has the unfortunate side-effect of causing delays. But I’ll just have to live with it. Additionally, I have started an investigation into possible ways of reversing the memory loss, or otherwise recovering my memories.
Now that I have my real name again, I’m going to attempt to track down my family. I know next to nothing about them except that my parents died in YC 107 while I was attending the State War Academy in Kisogo and undertaking the training required to become a Capsuleer. I’ll probably start there and try to find my brother and sister, I already have a couple of leads on their whereabouts, including a message from someone at the Sisters of EVE who visited me often while I was recovering, to contact her when I have recovered; so things are moving pretty quickly on that front.
However, after saving every piece of fiction I could, with the date it was published in the file name, I can now happily report that I have 21 pieces of original fiction (almost) ready to be re-posted here. I’m going to read through it all and correct any errors (spelling mistakes, missing words, grammar that doesn’t make sense) before re-posting it. Each piece will be checked prior to being posted here. I’m hoping to have the first piece ready to go by the end of the week, just in time for an end of exam celebration with the revival of Fiction Friday. Most of it will be posted in the same order it was released, but some of it can be release out of order, without spoiling the rest of it.
ThreeFiveTwo R&D Facility,
Beep Beep Beep
“What the fuck?”
Jaron sat bolt upright in his bed, blinking in disbelief at the message he was now reading.
“That can’t be right.” He frowned at the screen.
“What time is it?” A sleeping figure grumbled from beside him.
“That’s irrelephant” he chuckled in reply. “Go back to sleep, CONCORD just reinstated my pilots license, I’ve got to go to work. I’ll wake you in a couple of hours”.
“Well I’ll be damned, the bastard is still alive.”
Jaron was sitting in his private study sipping on a hot brew of a mysterious tea, while catching up on the latest happenings in the cluster.
“Kerrigan remind me to put together a message to Hilen Tukoss, welcoming him back to the living after his long absence.”
Several months ago…
“Will someone please turn off that fucking alarm!” Jaron angrily shouted
Surrounded by chaos, he has somehow managed to stay calm, but was now starting to lose his patience. The incompetence of his now former employees had resulted in at least three separate explosions already, with more likely to occur, nothing could be done to stop them.
Silence fell upon the facility. “About time someone did something right around here!” He said to the now empty control room where he was monitoring the chaos.
“Everyone still employed has now been evacuated, with most of the former employees also evacuated. You can now proceed to your capsule, I’ll handle the rest.” A mysterious voice echoed through the comms system.
“Who the fuck are you, and why are on my secure channel?” Jaron hissed as he sprinted towards the hydrostatic capsule room.
“Sorry Sir, I’m your new head of security, I just started yesterday. I’ll explain more once you are clear of the facility and the situation has been contained.” The voice replied.
A large explosion shook the ground.
“Fuck me that was close” Jaron gasped in between breaths.
“A little too close for my liking Sir, you better move your ass if you want to make it out alive, my data shows the next to go will be the one right underneath the main hanger, where your ship and capsule are located.” The mysterious Security Officer informed him, clearly this guy knew his stuff.
“I’m almost there, just a few dozen meters to go.”
Climbing into the capsule as it powered up, Jaron started powering his ship, a Manticore class stealth bomber.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still. First the ground moved, then shook. Then the room got incredibly bright. “Too late” breathed Jaron, as he hit the emergency close button on his capsule.
ThreeFiveTwo Medical Facility,
Approximately one month later…
“Good Evening Sir, how are you today?”
“Hello Kerrigan, I’m doing okay. Memory is still fuzzy, but a forced cloning in an improperly closed capsule will do that to you.” Jaron chuckled as he sat up in bed. “Did the doctors say how munch longer I’ll be in here for?”
“Another week or two. They say you may never get all those lost memories back, but that some of them may eventually return.” Kerrigan replied. “The doctors did however say that you won’t be cleared to operate a ship or capsule for a couple more months, something about needing to make sure your brain isn’t fried. The doctors don’t know what effects the process may have had on your brain, it’s obvious that some damage has occurred, but they don’t know exactly what effect that will have on your ability to operate a capsule.”
Jolia, Sinq Laison
“Marrada! It’s good to see you again, it’s been too long! “Jaron exclaimed as he hugged his sister.
“Yes it has. Karras has been missing you too, and should be coming by to visit soon, as soon as his current mission is completed.” Marrada returned the embrace. “How’s the lady been treating you? Taking care of you I hope.”
“She is well, out visiting family and friends today.” Jaron replied as he poured drinks for everyone.
“I see that Karras’ friend has been earning his paycheck.” Marrada motioned to the Security Officer sitting quietly on the sofa.
Jaron laughed, “Ha! He is still not convinced that the facility wasn’t sabotaged, despite all the evidence pointing to the incompetence of the workers. But he does good work, so I’ll keep him around.”
“You do know I can hear you right?” A mysterious voice called out from the sofa.
“Yes we do, nice to see you, Kerrigan.” Marrada gave him a wave.
Jaron pulled his datapad from his pocket and checked the message that had just arrived.
“That reminds me, my medical clearance was granted yesterday, my pilots license has been reinstated. Although I’ve just received a message informing me that it is currently only temporary, for 10 days, so they can judge my suitability and how I cope.”
“That’s great news!” Marrada joyfully hugged her brother again. “I’ll let Mila and Karras know, then we can begin to take the corp out of stasis.”
“Not so fast Marrada. You still don’t have a valid pilots license, neither does Mila. And Karras doesn’t want to go back to full active duty yet, he’s happy just doing the odd security contract here and there.”
“Bah, you always spoil my fun.” Marrada poked her tongue out at Jaron.
“It’s a tough job, but someone has to keep you lot in check.” Jaron replied in kind.
“So then what are you going to do, if you aren’t reviving the corp?”
“Technically, I’m still employed by Aideron Robotics, and I know I’m always welcome there, so I’ll be heading back to the war zone, once I get my bearings again, which could take a couple of days.”
“Yeah, but at least it’s a start. Once you are back in space, hopefully we’ll be able to get me back in space soon enough.”
“Maybe. But for now, lets just finish working on the re-branding and getting me back into the capsule. Then we can worry about the other stuff in a couple of months.”
“Fair enough, it was good seeing you again, make sure you come and visit more often, don’t get stuck in that war zone to too long.” Marrada hugged her brother and left with a wave.
“Okay Kerrigan, time for a trip, get the corporate shuttle ready, time to head back to my hanger and start preparations.” Jaron downed his drink and headed to his bedroom.
“Yes Sir. I will make sure everything is ready for you when we get there. I’ll have the ship crews recalled from shore leave too.”