Okay, so this was written by one of my friends (who will remain nameless) who plays this game…I personally don't know ANYTHING about it, but when I read his story I thought it was absolutely wonderful. Plus there is only like, what?? One other story put up for this stuff, lol. He doesn't know I'm putting it up, lol, so shhhh, no one tell him…..
Hope you all like…
Eve's Children
Chapter 1:
Piro sat down at his usual table alone, as he did every other day. He looked down at his metal tray and made a slight face of disgust as he eyed the squirming worm pasta. "These people need new tongues..." he thought to himself, but still taking a two-pronged fork to them, he swallowed a couple of them whole. He had been working on this station as a sort of accountant for several weeks, and he was pretty much used to his work, although he didn't prefer it. He had been assigned here, to this station, when a small act of rouge heroism nearly cost a fellow officer his life. Piro was from a small Caldari unit, which was sent into Amarrian territory for recognizance work. Piro was a pod pilot, as was most of his fellow officers. When an Amarr ship discovered their unit, Piro rushed them and opened fire. The Amarr ship retaliated with a flurry of torpedoes, which hit an allied pod ship and nearly destroyed it, had not what they called the Mothership gotten to him in time. As a reprimand, Piro's rank was stricken from Lieutenant to First Ensign, and was sent to this station to organize files from past missions of his unit.
There were really not that many people on this station, since it was like an interstellar rest stop. The only people who came here were traders and smugglers looking for fuel and tourists looking for a meal. Everyday, Piro would wake up at 18:00 EVE Standard Time, shine his boots and iron his uniform, set out files he would work on that day, go to the food court to have breakfast, come back and file his papers until lunch, when he'd return to the food court and eat, then he'd come back to his work. Once he had spent four hours organizing files after that, he would make his bed, put away his files, send his clothes to be washed by the station washroom officer, take a shower, and then go to bed. He would repeat this process every day, and he would talk to no one but the food court chief and on occasion the washroom officer. He had continued with this routine for nearly three months, and nothing had ever changed. Every once and a while he would get a message from his command, telling him to reorganize certain files or make certain notes.
So, it was a surprise, that on this particular morning, a Caldari Commander would be walking towards him from across the room. Piro didn't make eye contact, although noticeably acknowledged the Commander's presence. Once he came to stand at the table, the man asked, "First Ensign, Piro Elstor?" Piro nodded and the man sat down across from him. This man represented everything a Caldari officer should look like. His uniform was without wrinkles or dust, his hair was shaved down to only an inch and a half length, his boots were shined to perfection, his face shown proof of a clean, smooth shave, and his eyes showed nothing but emptiness; no mercy, no sympathy. The man put his arms up on the table, his uniform's wrists complete with cufflinks that displayed his rank, as well as a matching pin on his uniform's neck. He said firmly, "I am Commander Seaar. I've been sent by the Caldari military to discuss your unit's passed events." Piro looked at the man almost shocked, but still as if the man were out of his mind. While still eating his meal, Piro replied, "My unit kicked me out three months ago. There's nothing for me to tell you." The man's emotion seemed unchanged as he said, "We need to know what your captain's name was. I think you can provide that." Piro put down his fork, folded his hands and looked Commander Seaar straight in the eye and gave him his answer. "Her name was Trilros; Inirta Trilros." The man also folded his hands and replied, "That's all we needed to know. I'll need you to come with me." Piro looked confused and asked, "Why? I was reassigned." Without looking back or breaking his stride, Seaarr replied, "I'm reassigning you again, Lieutenant."
Piro sat at his table for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before picking up his tray and tossing it onto a pile of them on his way out. He followed Commander Seaar to the station's dock. Piro asked, "What does my captain's name have anything to do with me?" Again, without looking back or changing his steps Searr answered, "Because, she's an Amarrian spy." Piro stopped for a moment and almost didn't believe it, but remembered how many "malfunctions" had occurred during their last mission. Piro continued on and asked, "And what does that have to do with me?" The dock's door opened and gave a loud wisping sound as it slowly opened. Seaar stepped through the door onto the ship on the other side as he answered, "We believe you might also be a spy." Piro didn't say a word until he got onto the ship, then he shouted loudly, "How in the hell could I be an Amarr spy?" Seaar continued down a long corridor. "No one said spies have to be Amarr." He brought Piro to a door and said, "I think you'll find these quarters more acceptable than the one's you've had on your previous reassignment. Lieutenant Semac will join you shortly to brief you on your new assignment." Commander Seaar walked away, leaving Piro standing alone. Of course, he was extremely pissed off at the moment, and walked into his quarters; the doors hissed and closed behind him. There was a metal chair placed in front of a desk in the room, which Piro threw across the room in his anger. Piro's life and overall career had been crap to begin with, and he wasn't looking forward to this assignment any more than his last one.