Humans have not evolved. We just learned to move on. Even though our bodies and technology improved over time, irrationalities of our minds remained. It’s like they were sewn into skulls, where to remove them you’d have to go through agonizing pathway of self-loathing and mental torture. Not many people dared to do that.
Duripant VII – 6 smelled. I could feel the stench as soon as I rose from the cloning-vat. Medical crew around me was ‘aligning my mental grid’ whatever that is. For me it meant that I will stay grounded for at least few more hours. While lying in bed I was connected to the galaxy wide network. All information was at my side. It’s overwhelming, you see. When you emerge as a capsuleer you find yourself to be empty. And there are holes. Man, are there holes. Everything you lived before that moment was something you could feel happened but have no memory off. It’s a fucked up feeling, sensing in your bones and every part of your body that a certain event took place but there’s no memory to link it with. Hell, I must be going mental.
Led Zeppelin was one of the Earth rock bands. I was following some articles on culture and stumbled upon it. They seemed to have worshipped the ‘Devil’, or at least religious people said so. I couldn’t care less, the music was keeping my head moving forward and backwards, and it kept me entertained. Whole lotta love was blazing. To be honest, I felt alone. Nobody was by my side during the recovery period. Even though I had five thousand ISK in my wallet, I felt like I had nothing. Thank the Maker the GWW was there.
I was listening to some news reports. There was some word about a pirate gang operating in the Minmattar – Amarr faction warfare space. Allegedly, a capsuleer had his ship destroyed by a small gang of space pirates who call themselves ‘The Bastards’ and whole Gallente space was buzzing about it. During his interview, the capsuleer said, and I quote – “the pirates weren’t so bad at all. I mean, they did destroy my ship and turned off my pods warp, that’s true, but they weren’t trying to kill me. I had no money but they still tried to give me a way out. I had to sing for them.” Through some backdoor surfing I managed to find out that they were actually posing as a corporation. Can you believe it? Bloody pirates have a legal office in Auner? Concord must be getting softer. Or smaller.
There was nothing for me to lose. I was immortal. Was I supposed to spend my entire immortality as a lone wolf? No. It kicked in at that moment – the need, not desire, to be part of a pack. A wolf pack. The overwhelming intoxication of having other people you can count on and who can count on you. Brothers. Like in past, past I had no memory of. I reviewed a lot of information about them by the time I was let off the med bay. They seemed to be a bunch of scarred battle veterans who had no desire in killing innocents. As odd as it may appear, they were destroying other peoples’ ships and pods for fun. No hard feelings, just pure fun.
As soon as I could, I contacted their front man. At the time, his codename was ‘Johnny Twelvebore’. I got into my pod and as soon as I established a neural link I got invited on communications with them. What the hell were they thinking? I was a complete stranger looking to meet up with some people. I was sure they were planning to kill me, however it was worth a shot. The urge for belonging somewhere was too overwhelming for me not to try it out. Funny people, them Bastards. Most of them spoke in a funny accent I wasn’t familiar with, especially a capsuleer codenamed ‘Lord Lazyghost’. His English dialect was impossible to understand and he seemed to be slightly retarded, but everyone was loving him. A good pilot, for sure.
As a member of Federation Navy Academy I was given a Velator. It’s a shit ship, to be honest, but it’s better than nothing. Supply officer gave me a few modules and a few contacts, which I was just about to hit up when I received a fleet connection interface. You see, when you’re in a pod, it’s like you’re suspended in 3D space. You’re floating, you can see all around your pod, even though you’re enclosed and your eyes are closed. Links with your brain are powerful enough to project your surroundings. Anyway, a fleet connection interface popped up and my computer voiced itself for the first time – a young lady in my mind with voice hardly understandable spoke to me. At first I was confused, paranoia struck me as I wondered if I were alone in the pod. Then I remembered the training – that’s the ship computer establishing a connection with me. She spoke “Fleet invitation issued by Johnny Twelvebore, do you accept the invitation”.
Confusion struck me like a snowball in the face. They were calling me out on comms to go and meet up with them. Hell, they didn’t even let me talk to the contacts I was issued. “Computer, set destination Auner. Undock. Warp to waypoint. Jump. Warp to waypoint. Jump.” I had to repeat that command at least ten times. Auner was far away and flying with autopilot would have taken ages. Your autopilot warps you to fifteen km of your destination. That takes a lot of time, and they had none. I was constantly being bugged on comms to give them updates on my location. Swear to Maker it smelled funny.
Jumping into Auner was a rattle for me. As soon as I dropped inside the system I was greeted by three flashing ships in overview. “You are being targeted” my ship computer warned me. “Shield at eighty percent” was the next warning. Holy shit, I am being attacked. I saw one pilot name, and indeed, it was Johnny. I quickly pondered on comms what the fuck was going on, but it turned out to be a joke, a greeting ritual. Too bad the poor bastard who shot at me didn’t manage to warp out in time and was splatted by the gate guns. Heh, law works differently in low security space. That was my first lesion, do not shot people while at gate.
We proceeded to the Thukker Mix station, a place they call home. They gave me a new ship. It didn’t feel uncomfortable to fly it, it just felt a bit distant. It had a new computer, a computer I was just getting to know and a computer who will become a part of me as much as my arms and legs are. We undocked and blasted into known (to me unknown) space, catching other people and destroying their ships. All in good fun. It was then I started understanding how capsuleer life works – if you have money, your potential is unlimited. People are immortal and the most fragile things a person can possess are bonds with others. We never saw each other face to face, but they were friendly, they gave me a ship, they made me smile. I sound like a fucking pussy right now, but it seemed like I found friends.