Posted by Vimple in
Sunday, December 26. 2010
Sitting of the gate, downing a few of my favorite vodka and quafe mixture my ship alarms started reporting gate fire so here it was time for a fight. Flipping on the sensor booster while running up the targeting computer, unlocking the safties on my launchers, and spooling up the microwarp drive my target began to uncloak and align to get away. Target computer has him and bam warp jammed 15k or so off gate. Letting fly my first volley of anti-ship heavy missiles which impacted shortly there after and mistakenly 1 volleyed my target (no chance of a ransom now). I aligned to station so I could dock up and wait out my now existing criminal timer.
There I was sitting in station minding my own business when in walks in the lowly hauler pilot I had just made a bit more impoverished through the destruction of her Bestower. After a brief argument she leaves in disgrace, returning to my seat at the bar I overhear talk that a local solo pirate named Nichonostra, who had been racking up a bit of a tally in these parts of late. Sounded like a challenge to me especially when he popped into local flying a dramiel which only took a volley of scourge precision to put into structure but immediately jumped into the neighboring system. Not wanting to follow just to possibly hit an ambush as I had no contacts for roughly 30-40 jumps near me I warped to the sun content to wait and see what else I could catch. Not 10 minutes latter Nichonostra hits local again so I immediately warp to the gate at 20km since I picked up a Matari class Hurricane on scan as they are normally nano fit and I wanted him to fly off gate. A brief fight ensued him pounding me with a mix of 425MM AC fire, heavy missiles, and warrior II drones. While I was sounded off my own rack of heavy missile launchers and light drones. My MWD set to overheat, launchers firing at max, and my warp scrambler set to go I flew straight at him closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Still pounding away, with his microwarp now shut off, and me with a significant speed advantage. He was dead in the water and falling fast. Pop, there he goes nearly a 50mil kill added to the killboard and a new story to tell at the bar. Speaking of which I need a drink so ill catch you all next time I have something interesting to tell.
Well that’s all folks, I will have the killmails below and hope to see you all again soon.
Corp: Hedion University
Damage Taken: 2306
Name: Vimple (laid the final blow)
Corp: The Inf1dels
Alliance: En Garde
Weapon: Scourge Fury Heavy Missile
Damage Done: 2306
Expanded Cargohold I (Cargo)
Expanded Cargohold I
Corp: The Bastards
Damage Taken: 27532
Name: Vimple (laid the final blow)
Corp: The Inf1dels
Alliance: En Garde
Weapon: Scourge Fury Heavy Missile
Damage Done: 27532
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 20
Tracking Enhancer II
Barrage M, Qty: 276
'Malkuth' Heavy Assault Missile Launcher I, Qty: 2
Warrior II, Qty: 3 (Drone Bay)
Large Shield Extender II
Republic Fleet EMP M, Qty: 3103 (Cargo)
425mm AutoCannon II, Qty: 4
Medium Core Defence Field Extender I, Qty: 3
Barrage M, Qty: 452 (Cargo)
Warp Disruptor II
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 20
Tracking Enhancer II
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 816 (Cargo)
10MN MicroWarpdrive I
Barrage M, Qty: 276
Warrior II, Qty: 2 (Drone Bay)
Large Shield Extender II
Overdrive Injector System II
425mm AutoCannon II, Qty: 2
Nanofiber Internal Structure II
However he did have 5k volume of ore in his can. I reshipped to a Stabbed Hauler, and swooped in to relieve him of his Ore - just in time to see him polishing off some rifter. I grab the Ore and head to the station.
I have a sum total of 800k SP on this toon - but hey, if he wants a fight I'll give him one.
I re-ship to a dual 1600mm plate maller. Enough of a tank to give most things a run.
I return to the belt, and he opens up on me right away, switching out mining drones for warriors. I start by webbing and killing a few of his drones, before I start to chew through his bellicose's shields.
Its not looking good for him, when suddenly, what should appear but a Myrmidon. That would be the same one that I saw on short range scan.
I web and kill one of his hammerhead II's, the bellicose is not looking healthy. And then the Myrm fires up it's ECM. I am permajammed. How very very ghey.
I have to sit there as they chip away at my tank, and eventually Boom goes the Maller..
I was sort of pissed off. I mean if you want a fight, its all very well. But bringing ECM to kill a brand new toon is rather lame. I sent them both an email exclaiming the same. And both replied back - you stole the ore, you get punished, quit whining. I resolved to get revenge.
Last night I was in the same toon, and warped to the bookmark I had made of their can from the previous week. Just so I could get close to a belt, and set a hauler mining for the evening while I went AFK. When I see the same guys, in EXACTLY the same position. What luck.... I had prepared for this eventuality already.
You see I have been reading about the dirty tricks those "Suddenly Ninja's" guys like to pull. I had Sanguine in an Orca, with a dual ECCM'd Armour tanked Hurricane in the Maintenance Bay- nothing was going to jam this baby, a sensor strength of 90 overloaded.
I switched out to Saint Juliana, who has the skills to fly a Hurricane really rather well. Jumped in a Shield Tanked Bellicose, and warped to the belt.
I grabbed the ore, and sure enough their bellicose aggro'd right away. I started pew-pewing down the Bellicose, and the Myrmidon arrived immediately. I was waiting until he aggro'd before I warped Sanguine in, as it was the Myrmidon I was after. As soon as his warp disrupter kicked in, the Orca lumbered into warp.
The enemy Bellicose went into armour before Saint's, however the Myrmidon was hitting pretty hard. I had sicked my Warrior's after his Ogre's and I think I got one of them, and gave the other a thrashing before he recalled it. My saviour, Sanguine arrived on the scene just as I hit my meager armour buffer (Slow ass Orca).
Open ship maintenance array - board Hurricane.... No Dice. Apparently you can't do that when you have Ore in your hold. Crap!! Jettison ore.. In structure now. And Switch. The comfy cozy confines of the Hurricane class battlecruiser.
The Bellicose is gone, he must have been spamming warp as he was also about to hit structure, and once the point dropped he made good his escape. However the flashy Myrmidon is there, and he is about to experience some come-uppance.
I fire up my 220mm Vulcan Cannon's, and sick my Drones after his hammerhead II's. He has a decent active armour tank, but it doesn't keep up for long with duel medium neuts fixed on him. Once only a wisp of his armour remains, he Deploys 5 Vespa ECM drones, the last desperate act. I merely overload my dual ECCM's in response. There will be no escape but sweet sweet death.
The old "surprise Orca" is practically infallible. As long as you are not forced to leave the safety of the docking radius of your friendly Orca. If things go south, simply switch into a frigate and GTFO. The moral of the story I guess is don't shoot people in High Sec, cause you never know what might come your way. Also ECM in small fights is lame and people will hold a grudge.
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Space-time warped around the bow of Khis’s ship as the microwarp drive opened the fourth dimension, allowing a speed unattainable by conventional propulsion. Unfortunately, however, it just wasn’t enough. The nightmare’s incredible lasers chased his ship wherever it maneuvered, each hit striking with impossible accuracy and burning away more and more armor. “Get out of here!” Schaa screamed at him. “We can’t sustain any more, were bugging out!” Khis’s heart sank when he looked through the cockpit window. His fleet entering warp, one by one, until he was the only one left with Eilyin. Suddenly, the webifiers were turned on him. The he was thrown out of the pilot’s chair as his ship slowed to a crawl. “NO!” The full firepower of the nightmare was turned on his ship now. The lasers burned so bright, he had to cover his eyes. He heard the distinctive hiss of boiling tritanium. Nothing left to do, no hope, and no help. Khis took off his headset and sat on the ground, waiting for a laser to find the warp drive and break the seal.
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“Eilyin knows your tools of war. Don’t expect another one when you lose it.” The guard with the scarred face gave her a shove, and she made the rest of the walk herself. She had no illusions about the reason for this sudden ‘generosity’. A brand new ship... But what’s with this awful fit they gave me? At least they have the decency to replace my faction guns... Could I use them inside the hangar? No, no doubt they have 1600’s trained on me right now. I think I’ve had enough of this place. She coaxed the ship out of the hangar as fast as she could manage.
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“My crew is ready to unload- how much should we expect to find?”
“16,080 Kilos. Tell your boys to check the turret barrels, too, they forget to unpack those sometimes.”
“Will do. Should be quite a few hours.”
“Copy.” Khis stood up from his chair and stretched. “I’m headed to the mess hall”, He told the co-captain. A low rumble filled the cockpit as the heavy blast doors slid open.
Meanwhile, halfway across the galaxy...
Fear was always hard for her to experience. It was such an awkward emotion. It made her feel weak. Anger, on the other hand, came much more naturally and frequently. It empowered her. It fueled her in whatever she did. Being a killer would chip away at almost any person, yet anger dulled the pain and allowed her to endure a very long career as a pirate. A career that probably will end soon. So as she sat in her lavish chair, guns pointed at her chest, with one of the coldest humans in the galaxy a mere meter in front of her, she felt no fear and no anxiety. They were drowned out and replaced with an anger that would cause a lesser woman to jump out of her seat and rip out Eilyin’s eyeballs. At first, he said nothing. But after a few moments of silence, he took the cigar out of his mouth and smiled. Very Arrogantly. As if to say, ‘you’re mine’. Guess what, asshole- you have no idea what will come to you. “You know, Schaa, I can’t understand you.” He put out the cigar. “No words? Nothing to say.” Your eyes convey strength. Strength in what? Ruthlessness is your only strength “I always thought you were one of the smarter ones. But lately, you’ve been proving me so wrong.”
“I have nothing to say to you. You know what I did and why I did it.”
“But I don’t. You knew who you were fucking with and you knew the consequences, yet you did it anyway. And for what? To spite me? To appease your brief appetite for justice?” He chuckled. “No, I think you’ve just gotten impulsive and stupid.”
“Maybe I just wanted to prove you’re not as powerful as you think you are...” She glared into his eyes “Or maybe it’s because those mercs were Caldari.” Yes. She thought. That got to him. She knew that some of the mercs had been militia buddies with Eilyin, long ago. He had to pause for a moment, and she thought she almost saw him choke up. “Do you want to play that game? Because I find it funny that you would bring that up, when you’ve done far more than I have for the State. Forgetting about that little favor you did me, all those years ago?”
Now she choked. Damn you, Eilyin. I’ve had brain surgery to erase that memory. Damn you straight to hell. The memories, distant and deliberately forgotten, grew and grew in her mind until it ached. It was years and years ago... She tried to convince herself. I was young and weak and desperate... I had no choice, I had no option... And the realization of what she had done flooded into her conscious. For her sin, there was no forgiveness and no excuse. Schaa, the famous pirate, killer of hundreds, woman who drives fear into her prey, felt for the first time the true weight of pure guilt. And for the first time in her life, she cried.
Years and years ago. I was a young girl. Fresh and bloodthirsty, but completely broke. I had just lost all my money in the militia, and I needed a job. My low security status, coupled with my combat record, didn’t make me very appealing to corperations. Who wants a girl pilot with no skills and no ISK? I needed a job, and Eilyin made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: 30 Million ISK, for just one little job. I didn’t even need a ship. When I walked into his office, this office, for the first time, and he told me the job, I almost turned it down. My soul still wasn’t completely melted away, and I had a hard time accepting what I had to do. ‘It’s simple’, he told me. ‘Kill the Officer’ - Officer Okhenemir- The Gallente war hero who obliterated Caldari and Amarr armies and led the fleet on a crusade, gaining more and more territory every day. Eilyin never told me his intentions for the job, but I knew why he wanted me to do it. I had strong ties with Okhenemir’s administration. He had strong business ties with the State; the Caldari lose the war, and he loses his business. Slavery, Oppression, he didn’t care what the Caldari and Amarr were up to. I had to accept, there was no other option. The last thing I remember was setting up the clone contract and getting a low-wave brain scan, recording memories for the future me. I don’t know how I did it, but when I woke up days later, I read the news. Officer Okhenemir had been killed; blown up in his office along with a dozen others. No suspects. The money was already in my account, and a new ship was waiting in my hangar. I took it to lowsec and never came back.
Eilyin saw her pain and seemed to bask in it. His only response was a light chuckle. “Do you know how long you’ve been in stasis, Schaa?”
She didn’t answer.
“A month. Do you feel your muscles starting to decay? Do you feel your mind melting? I was going to put you in permastasis...”
The hairs on her hands shot up.
“...But I decided you’re more useful to me awake. There is another job I need you to do. After Khis escaped, he got a job as a cargo runner for SDA.”
What?“My intel tells me that Khis is delivering to highsec in record amounts, and Ossin’s sales in highsec have exploded. He’s beginning to squeeze out Vigor. That can’t happen.”
I know exactly what you want me to do, you little shit. No! Not a chance in hell.He knew what she was thinking. “I assume you can figure out the rest. And before you accept, just to escape and hide, consider the alternative.”
The hate inside her raged like a furnace.
“I will catch you, Schaa. Sooner or later, I will catch you. And I’ll put you in stasis until your brain rots.”
Now, fear crawled over her skin like a plague.
Posted by Davis Burnside in
Sunday, October 24. 2010
“But you read about the catch, didn’t you?”
“I can pay half of the debt for you. As much as it kills me to give money directly to Eilyin, I think you’ll be worth it.” He paused and leaned forward. “But I hope you don’t let me down.”
“When do I start?”
“As soon as possible. You need to have field training before you can jump in, and I want you to start the capsuleer mind training.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover the cost. In a few months, you’re gonna be a capsuleer, Khis.”
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Posted by Ander in
Tuesday, October 12. 2010
E-ON Issue #021 – Published 1st October (now shipping)
It’s always been there, but EVE’s storyline has never been the most overt aspect of the New Eden universe. All that’s set to change with Incursion, as CCP is looking to bring the back-story firmly to the front. With player events back on the agenda and everyone from the mightiest 0.0 alliance to the lowliest high-sec miner invited to take part, it looks as if your reasons for doing what you do are about to get ever more dramatic.
As we wait patiently for 2011’s extravaganza on the roof of the planet, we take a trip back in time through Fanfests of old to discover how they came to be, why they came to be and who came to... uh, be them. Whatever. The moments that made CCP realize getting a large group of its players together under one darkened roof was all worthwhile, the lessons learnt, and what we can expect from future trips to the sunny shores of, er, Iceland.
Of course we love EVE more than life itself, but that doesn’t mean that life should be neglected in the pursuit of one more can-flip or podkill. We take time out from staring at the monitor to examine ways to step back, smell the flowers and still appreciate our beloved game for all its worth but without becoming totally burnt out in the process. Remember traveller, a healthy capsuleer is a happy capsuleer and vice versa.
THE 50M ISK CHALLENGE
Give a bunch of pilots a (relatively) small lump of cash, tell them to spend it on whatever ship and fittings they think are best and record the results. Following Issue #019’s 200 million ISK ship-building challenge, we thought we’d try it again but with a more modest amount. You’ll be surprised just how far a tiny budget goes in New Eden’s chop-shops these days.
The Mod Delusion – how EVE’s greatest fans are taking New Eden into other game engines
‘Condemned To Repeat’ – an all-new, exclusive Chronicle of espionage and deceit from Danny Schalit
In depth ‘Insider’s Guides’ to Militia Fleets, getting the most from EVE’s communication tools and the first of a multi-part look at Drones
Interviews with EVE TV veteran and CCP Video Producer Stevie Ward and Technical Director and ‘Lag Warrior’ CCP Yokai
Behind the characters of Silentbrick, Niccolado Starwalker and Sakura Nihil
Profiles of Art Of War Alliance and Veneratio Venator Alliance
The latest news from CCP and the latest reports from 0.0 space
Postcards, Funnies, My Two ISK and much more
Oh, and there’s one more thing... E-ON is going digital, but we’re not abandoning the hard-copy magazine – far from it. And as a special incentive, ALL subscribers to the hard-copy edition will receive FREE access to the coming-soon E-ON Digital, which will be able to be viewed online or offline on a PC, Mac, iPad, iPhone, iPod Touch or Android device. The print edition will still retain its glossy-page collectability, but the digital version will enable us to bring new features such as full archive searching, lower cost and instant availability. Go tell the world, E-ON Digital is coming soon...
...I just might start going to a church now, he thought. His head was still swimming, almost dizzy from the recent events. He wanted to go back and help her, surely she would need it, but he could not miss his last chance at escape; his unbelievable luck had probably run dry this time. The warp drive deactivated and the massive stargate appeared. Without hesitating, he jumped. Warped to the next one. Jumped again. Over and over until I’m safe. Through Flari, through Agordon, through Jemp, through Tomisaris. He finally arrived at a gate leading to secure space. Never before have I been so eager to be swallowed by a wormhole. A brief moment of total darkness, and the heavens appeared all around him. He looked at the stars and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a CONCORD ship slowly lumber in the distance. “I need a new job...” Khis said to himself. “Maybe I’ll give a shot at the other side of the law...”
She chuckled when the first one blew up; it was almost too easy. She laughed when the next one popped; a bit of a challenge, but she’d seen worse. But before she could finish the third, two more showed up; ships that were bigger than the first three. Not fuckin’ fair! They threw E-war drones her way; her guns now wouldn’t keep up with the sharp orbits. She was triple-webbed. But my tank is holding for now, that’s all that matters. Then four more ships showed up, and Schaa’s heart sank. She saw how the battle would unfold even before it happened. Antimatter charges plowed into her ship from all sides. Within 30 seconds, it had dissipated entirely. Then the entire structure shivered as chunks of armor were blown away. She knew she had already lost. But when she had 30% hull, the guns stopped firing. She knew was that meant immediately. “These fuckers are gonna ransom ME?” Her Comm. Unit bleeped. “How much, assholes?”
“How about Khis’s head. On a platter.” She paused. Fuck. FUCK!
“It’s been a long time, Eilyin.”
“Almost too long Schaa. I just wanted to say hi, and ask why the hell you attacked my boys?”
“They were bullying my friend.”
“Since when did start sticking up for the little guys? Or have friends? If there is one thing you should have learned, it’s to not fuck with my business.”
“The debt was nothing, Eilyin. You probably spent that much hunting him down.”
“Debts are always paid, or people die. No exceptions are made, Schaa, and not only did you help him get away, you killed some of my favorite hunters.”
She knew he was boiling with rage inside, but his voice didn’t show a trace of emotion. He continued, “You should be smarter than that, Schaa. I thought your people knew the limits; where your hunting ground ends and my control begins. You fucked with my business, Schaa. Now you’re gonna die.”
An interdictor warped in, and she gasped. That can only mean one thing. As the mercs resumed tearing through her ship, a disruption sphere was fired. “You think podding me is gonna teach me a lesson? You think I’m afraid to die? Go to hell!”
“I have better things planned for you. Bitch.”
Her ship burst violently and the pod immediately rocketed away from the sphere as fast as possible, but she knew it was just too late. A few seconds later, she was webbed, and she knew it was the end. The end for this lifetime, anyway. Another Schaa will be soon born back at the station. It’s happened before, I don’t mind dying again. She closed her eyes and waited. Waited for what seemed like an eternity. But no guns fired, and she noticed she was moving again. It took her just a second to realize what was happening. “No! NO! NOOOO!!” Her fate was sealed; a fate worse than death. She knew what Eilyin did with his catches... Her pod was sucked inside a cargo bay. The bubble deactivated and the mercenaries charted a course for Eiylin’s base.
This story is set some time before my first one. There are no missiles and no fireballs in this one but you may find it a fun read none the less.
I was flying around in my Buzzard, just shuttling from a station system to a POS where I keep some of my stuff a few jumps away. I was moving some faction stuff I got in a plex from the POS to the station so I didn't really feel like busting out something that's easily ganked (knowing my luck there was a hostile blob just around the corner). On my way back I met a suspected ninja ratter in system. Hitting the scanner, I see a Drake with his name in system. Even though I wasn't in a strictly combat ship I had a warp disruptor and a light missile launcher fitted. My mind starts working. If he's slow or not afraid of a Buzzard I could warp on top of him, get a point and hopefully speed tank his missiles and fend off his drones with my single launcher long enough to call in some backup with DPS. As I start narrowing down on his position with my scanner he goes off scan. Damn, went to a safe. Ok, I'm in a covops, rigged and fitted for probing. Finding a BC won't be a problem at all if he was stupid enough not to fit a cloak. I warped to the other end of the system hitting my scanner all the time to try and make my probing easier by finding his approximate position since there were a lot of ships stashed near towers on scan (seriously people, ship maintenance arrays are your friend!) and also to make sure he didn't cloak. As I'm doing that he logs off. Oh well... Hold on, there's still a Badger on scan, and once again, it has his name on it, just like the Drake. First thing they teach you in 0.0 (and any PvP corp for that matter I'm sure) is to always rename your ship. He either skipped that lesson or no one bothered to tell him that
He phased out the map by flipping the H.U.D. back online. The Ishtar Class HAC creaked and shook as its engines fired up and Oresbain entered the jump sequences. Frozen Miner had been with him a long time; often the only ship within multiple jumps of travel. He had been forced to make special adjustments this time and as a result her maneuvering was a bit more sluggish than his regular standard nano-enhanced setup.
Light and matter compounded in an explosion of transmitted velocity as the gate in Halaima received Frozen Miner from warp. Oresbain double check the local comm registry and set course for the Ninth planet's asteroid belt. His adrenaline surged when he came across their names still in the registry--the intel was still accurate! Bright blue afterburners kicked him back into his seat for the short system warp to the belt.
In the black of Halaima IX, shadows were being extinguished by the orange red glow of Ore industries strip mining lasers. A group of Ore's finest Hulk class mining vessels sat clustered around their command ship and mobile hangar. They sat motionless and proud; a space stonehenge in dedication to efficiency in industry.
Warp shed from his hull, he watched the targeting assist terminal tucked into the corner of his H.U.D. One red target was designated, then two, three, four; an industrial command ship sitting directly in the heart of the fleet! He kicked on the afterburner module to close the 12km between his ship and they prey. Targeting reticules sprang to life as his on board computer bracketed the slow-responding vessels. Frozen Miner slammed into the grouping of Hulks. Industrialist shields collided with assault ship armor and the resulting concussion countered emergency alignment thrusters. At the same moment, the Ishtar spewed Ogre II class combat drones into the already massed confusion of tritanium and energy. Mere moments passed before the first star explosion lit the night with fire and debris. The remaining Hulks continued to align as one managed to enter warp confusion. Oresbain cursed and continued to pulse his warp disruption computer at the remaining ships. Another starburst as his Ogres moved their angry teeth on to the final Hulk and his Ishtar spit hot antimatter plasma at the industrial command ship.
The final Hulk ignited in a flash of dust at nearly the moment Oresbain's comms flashed.
Oresbain let the Ogres chew away some of the Orca's remaining armor. "Would I do that? You're mining during a war buddy...you'll get exactly what's coming."
"You're right. Just stop. We're just trying to mine in peace. We didn't want this war. Lets work something out!"
"Haha, ok, how about some isk? Two hundred million should do the trick," he laughed as he keyed up his account in the computer and waited for an indication of a deposit. Moments later his grin grew and his eyes sparkled when the 200 million joined his original balance. "Thanks. Now, did ya wanna work something out or not?"
"You son of a bitch."
All across the Heimatar region, a story has been passed down for years. It can be occasionally heard at a bar between friends or used to scare fresh pilots from the academy. I can even remember hearing it from my uncle as a kid, who added absurd details to frighten me. There have been many that question it and others who swear on its authenticity. No matter what you believe, though, you can’t escape the haunt that the story brings. For when you find yourself flying through quiet space, you will sometimes feel the tingle of your spine and the tremble of your hand.
This is the story that echoes across the cosmos...
In Illinfrik, there is said to be a mysterious ship with an even more mysterious pilot. Pilots have supposedly been killed in situations that border on fantasy, and those who are lucky enough to have clones describe the bizarre ordeal when they awaken.
One man said that he was attacked mid-warp when a ship that he had never seen before entered the warp tunnel right behind him and killed his battleship and his pod with a single shot. He claims that the ship was unlike anything he had seen before. He says that it changed shape and color and fired a weapon too small and powerful to even exist.
Another man claims to have been attacked from over 1000 KM away. According to him, the ship suddenly appeared on his local overview, but thought nothing of it until his warp drive malfunctioned and his ship was cut in half by some unknown energy beam.
But perhaps the strangest report is from Jouc Liage, a former cargo ship operator. I had to fly planet-side to get an interview with him, and he was reluctant to tell me his story. After a modest bribe, however, he cleared his throat and told me to take a seat. “I was flying my Fenrir, which was loaded with over 400 million ISK worth of cargo, and I was escorted by a dozen battlecruisers.” He seemed nervous as he tells his story, and kept his gaze fixed on something behind my head. “We were in mid-warp, with no indication of trouble.” He says. “Then we all suddenly drop out of warp, halfway to our destination. All the pilots were scrambling to figure out what happened, when a strange ship just appeared about 3 km in front of me. It was about the size of a cruiser, had no windows, and shone dark purple in the sunlight. But the strangest part was the hull; it bended and shifted and snaked constantly, like a psychedelic sculpture. My Security team could not target it, and my scanner was going insane. The readings fluctuated from 10 kg to over 700,000,000 kg several times a second, combat drones flew away from it, and my computer thought that it was a crate of turkey.” Jouc leaned forward and looked and the ground. “I received a message on my comm. Unit, but it an unintelligible string of letters and numbers. I responded, saying ‘We don’t mean no harm, just tell us what you want.’ But as soon as I sent it, all of my escort ships started shooting each other! Not only that, the ship hit me with a single blast and my entire ship was vaporized!” He lit up a cigarette. “It was the freakiest shit I had ever seen. I couldn’t even imagine it in my nightmares. When my clone awoke, the doctors said I was screaming violently, and I had to be restrained”. Jouc declined any further questions from my interview. Since the incident, Jouc got a job as a waiter and has not left his home planet.
The only thing that is known about this mysterious being is that it has never been seen at a stargate or station, only attacks targets bigger than itself, and supposedly will not attack a ship if an Amarrian is onboard. Even the elusive Jovian nation has denied the existence of such a ship, and nobody is sure if there is only the one or if there are others like it. Reports of the ship only occur in Illinfrik, and there haven’t been any sighting or attacks in the last 6 years. The safety of pilots in the system is not guaranteed, though. The entity may decide, for whatever reasons, to terrorize New Eden once more...