There are many adventures to be had and beautiful sights to be seen.
A story of intricate space politics, epic battles and ambitious objectives.
This is based on the real events that happen for pilot Buck Reece in the online game, EVE Online.
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I rub my dry eyes, sit up and squint towards the clock face that's projected on the wall across from me, its 05:27. I look around my room, a purple thin light from the sun pierces through my blinds to illuminate the room slightly. I see the scattered pieces of body armour strewn across the floor that I took off the night before and my tinted goggles hanging up on my chair. I get up and walk over to my wardrobe and pull it open to examine its contents. I reach for a black leather blazer-like jacket and hesitate. I look in to my mirror and stare in to my reflection.
"You're a solider today mate, not a commander." I said, pulling out some overalls and gritting my teeth with slight annoyance. Neo had prepared me to become an FC, I felt ready but I had to remember that in every situation there is always something new to learn and so, I will never truly be ready. And that is what I will treat today's battle like; a learning situation, and I'm sure I will learn something by the end of it.
A light tapping on my door grabs my attention.
"Buck you up maaate?" queried a familiar voice.
Lucas had been a friend of mine for a long time. We had been through many battles together, big and small. We also had travelled for long periods in the same group of friends and so he loved to take the piss out of my stereotypical Jin Mei accent. Neomaro, Vulkan Prime, Lucas Falconus and Alexander Linton were the original crew that I joined with after I got my Combat Pilot Licence, we had many great times and I had learnt so, so much from them all.
After clambering in to my cold and perceived to be wet overalls I opened the door. "Morning Lucas, you good?"
"Aye. I knew you'd be up. I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come and help you get the corps ships ready. You ready to kick some shit?"
I laughed and stepped back from the door allowing Lucas to come in. "I'm always ready mate, you know me! Just let me put my body armour and goggles on and we'll head down to the hanger."
Combat goggles were a piece of attire that our original crew had taken to wearing, if you wanted to be in our crew you wore combat goggles. We even started spreading a myth that if you wore them it made you 100 times a better combat pilot, which was completely and utterly a lie. In truth they were fairly awful looking, but I had gotten used to them and found it funny that we had made something so unappealing, a trend.
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As we walked through the sliding doors in to the corporation hanger I noticed a small slender figure slumped over a clipboard by the ship's bay. "Hi Buck, hi Lucas," they squeaked.
"Hi Hali," we echoed back.
"What're you up to Hali?" I asked, with a confused tone.
"So, you have 9 Caracals all fitted with the doctrine modules, fully loaded with ammunition, fuel and an onboard pod for each pilot, courtesy of Takota our Industry Director, Sah'ra our Military Director and Sirus the Executor himself."
