Pator IV Matar, Western Sub City IIX.
Planet Side.

It was the nature of things, every thing changes though he had to laugh as the more things changed
the more they seemed to stay the same in one form or another, It had started when a girl who
according to any traceable information could tell had recently passed her Pod Licence and become
a capsulier.

She had like some phantom having neither tripped any alarm or been challenged by guard entered
the facility owned by his corporation, but he was not like most people, he had be created and not
born.
A Project gone a rye with the attempts to create a mass producible as well as cheap and disposable
pod pilot from the use of outlawed technology.
The project ha d been deemed a failer because the only prototype had become self-awhere and
attained self worth, he had been saved from bio massing by one the scientists that had given him life
and free will.

The girl that even now chased him through the corridors he brief case in hand was from H.E.T Human
Enhancement Technology, he didn’t know much but from what he could tell it involved plying god
and using forms of Genetics and bio-Mechanics coupled with nanotechnology.
Cutting edge stuff and not cheep to finance or easy to run, but still no where in the same league as
Sansha and his accomplishments despite been more state of the art technology.

He could here the foot steps of his pursuer some times followed by the untimely demise of a member of
the security team who foolishly tried to bar her way, though being vat born he wasn’t super
enhanced in strength, and only showed his potential abilities when with in a pod.
But he had experience and skills that well made up this, reaching his goal he began to turn the old
fashioned bulk head door, with was of ancient design with no electronics just crude basic technology.

With some effort, the door was pulled open to reveal a room with whole in the floor and a rack of
respirators with visor, putting his shoulder into the door he gradually closed just as the female came into
view.

The door was closed by the time she had reached half way and the long thick bolts at the top, middle
and base of the door locked into place as he turned the wheel like mechanism in an anti clock wise
direction.
Upon the door near the wheel was a leaver, which slid along and pushed down locking the wheel in
place dead locking it.

He doubt she had any cutting equipment and even she had the strength to break through it would
take some time to do so, he was safe for now.

Grabbing one the respirators and letting the air from the others out he thought back for a moment to
when he had entered the office to find her waiting for him.

__________________________________________________________________________________________


“Good evening sir I seek your cooperation, you will place this device into your fifth output socket and
prepare for memory download, do not try resist as this will happen with your consent or with out.
When it is over you will not remember any of this and awaken in a clone vat in this facility”

She had said right out of the blue opening her little brief case and taking out a small plug and held it
out to him in her out stretched hand.

“Why ?and who are you?”
He had asked calmly with as usual a soft warm tone, though if they had registered he had not been
able to tell, as her gaze was unwavering and emotionless like some cold machine.

“Your Neurological data has been selected by the Matrix, we are superior in every way to you save
one we lack experience but we shall assimilate experience and over come this glitch."

He had smiled sweetly saying gently to her.
“It takes more than just down loading experiences and skills to utilise an experience, using some thing
some one else as earned through time will never be as effective as that which you learn for your self.”

The Girl seemed unmoved by this her hand still held out with the implant as though demanding he
used it but he had never been one to just play along with some thing he didn’t fully understand and
had made for the door, her speed was swift far to swift for and normal human.
But he had been quicker and having been closer to the door had the advantage over her.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Shaking his head to clear his mind realizing he’d become to drawn into his recent memories he placed
the respirator over his face before grasping the crank by the hole, it took yet another monumentous
effort on his part to turn it but slowly but surly the petal like segments that blocked the hole began to
slide open revealing the foul slow moving filth of the cities sewer system.

Even with the respirator on, he could smell the vile sludge of human bodily waste and other putrid filth,
the methane was so thick he found himself all most blacking out right there and then.
He could feel the bile rising up in his throat as he reached and gagged violently from the over
whelming putrid stench that assaulted his senses.
Turning on the small air cylinders on either side of the mask he stepped off into the hole and was all
most instantly swallowed up by the foul soup, staying submerged he allowed himself to slowly be
swept away.

He would need to reach a spaceport and get space side as soon as he could, as he need to pay
H.E.T a visit and get some answers.

New Caldari Prime
Moon 2
House of Records Archive

Five Days Latters.

He hadn’t expected the frontal approach to work as he closed his mail but at least he had given it a
try by contacting the CEO of the corporation, now it was time to try a less direct method.

Turning to his chief of security he watched as the man went through the captured incident that had
happened back on the Republic’s Capital Planet, the security chief paused it repeatedly even
slowed it to a frame by frame motion on the screen but some how the image was blurred as though
some device had been used to disguise the intruder.

Turning back to his own screen he accessed the common search data base for pilots and typed in the
H.E.T CEO’s Licence Name and received the normal data, switching to a less legal software he runs a
trace through the Caldari directory which was the main reason he had risked coming down to Caldari
Space.

+NEGOTIATING WITH HOST PLEASE WAIT+
+NEGOTIATION COMPLEAT ACCESS DENIED+

+REATTEMPTING USING PROTOCOLS 1 THROUGH 5,000,000+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+
+ACCESS DENIED+

+ACESS APROVED SUBFILE VIA, DELTA 1934ZX3+

He typed in a search for the ceo’s date of birth and parental data, the process started and after a
few minuets of waiting turned back to the Security Chief.
He was still attempting to find a clear or as close to image of the assailant but with little luck even with
visual enhancement software it was still blurred.

Suddenly a clear beeping sounded from his screen started, turning back he noticed the trace icon
appear some one or some thing was trying to trace his signal, he had routed his connection through
several systems and stations to give him some measure of protection but who ever they where, they
where good.
A timer or calculated time before they had his location appeared and was rolling by swiftly.

“85 Seconds to detection!”
The synthesized voice of his computers AI said as it gave regular reports.

Look at the search he was willing it to complete but as though to spite him it continued it’s search.

“65 Seconds to detection!”
The AI female voice informed him.

“Come on damn it….hurry up!”
He spat as though threatening the search program would hurry it up but still it continued showing the
rotating circle to show it was in search mode still.

“45 Seconds to detection!”
The AI once more spoke causing him to hover his fingers over the touch screen keypad, but finally the
search stopped and began to download the data he wanted.

+UNAUTHORISED ACESS ON CLASSIFIED STATE INFORMATION, STAY AT YOUR LOCATION!+

Was flashed across the screen a second trace on his location was shown via a second icon.

“10 Seconds to detection, Location compromise liniment suggest closing connection!”
The AI spoke its tone of voice calm and unemotional.

Running his fingers over the keypad he closed the external connection with seconds to spare, a curse
forming on his lips but left unspoken.
Standing up he hit the ships inter-comm.

“Okay People I want to be undocked from this station in the next ten minuets!”
He said before releasing the inter-comm button and heading towards the Pod Deck in a sense of
frustration.

Pator
Planet V
Republic Fleet Logistic Support

Two Weeks Latter.

Looking at one the several date files held up before him via holo-projection he sighed rubbing the
bridge of his nose, no matter how he tried to look at it so much was pointing to the inevitable some
one using his old dear friend Revan’s old Super Soldier research for their on benefit, plundering her
resources left behind when she had died to fund what ever they where doing…But What For and
Why?

He had a lucky stroke when one of his researchers had come across a couple talking about the
Sovereign buying some thing from them and a name Nevara but what that was supposed to mean
he had no idea.
Shortly after the detective had been found mind raped, all data leaving nothing more than a hollow
shell behind.

He shook his head as his chief mechanic a Brutor woman who had been a prostitute before they had
met laid a cup of caffeine down before him softly with expert hands began to massage his temples
easing away the starts of a head ache.

He was stretching his capabilities in clone manipulation, he had four other jump clones regularly down
loading and sending to him search data from field operatives he had hired.
In combination to this 10 other Bar Clones though unable to manipulate pods where able to pull up
research data and files allowing him to create en-mass amounts of data all of which holding small
fragments of data about this Organisation yet nothing of what would be of much use that was until he
cross searched the Blood Veil in it’s fragmented and now pitiful state.

Large amounts of down loads and data holes could be found in the Super Soldier files and a sudden
removal of entire funds from Revan’s Isk accounts.
Some thing was happening but he couldn’t quite place what.

“Take a break yoh wrecked”
The Woman behind him whispered softly to him draping her arms around his neck though not in a
sexual way but more in the way a protective sister would.

“Perhaps you’re right”
He replied making a decision to throw a name out to the CEO of H.E.T to see what could be
discovered by laying out some bait.

“If you are Tomb Robbing Revan then god or what ever you worship help you all!”
He whispered to no one in particular.

Duripant
Planet VII
Moon Six
Federal Navy Academy School

Two Weeks, Three Days Latter.

A.I H.E.T * transmissition received *

Protocol deactivate transmission. Decodify Origen...

** Tranquility Nation **
Transmiting..

External Source not available.
Intrussion into H.E.T database will be answered with war.

** transmission ends **

He smiled looking at this latest reply he had hit on some thing all right some thing they didn’t want any
one to know about but what was it, planet wise they where a formidable group but Capsulier wise
they where nothing special he could probably handle them solo with out his other pilots to back him
up but this wasn’t a path he would willingly take.
Not yet any way.

They had taken his bait and given him only one the answers he was after now it was time to lay a few
of his card down on the table and then let the dice role and hope they didn’t come up Snake Eyes
on him.

There was some thing vaguely familiar though about the threat and the way things where playing out
very familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it, either way he would get in contact with his friends at
Black Op’s organisation to monitor these people and to ascertain there pod pilots.
As for there locations he’d use Locater Agents to sniff out their locations on regular intervals.
Things where starting to form a picture true a very confusing and vague picture but
still a picture none the less, he just needed t find more pieces to this puzzle was all
which meant more research.

Leaning back he felt his chief engineer ease her arms around him from behind as she looked over his
shoulder, he herd her give a snort of contempt, he smirked she wasn’t the subtle of people but he
would be glad to have her watch his back any time.

“Don’t underestimate them, These People from Het have some clout behind them”
He noted softly only to hear her laugh at this.

“Ah’ll give them clout yuh just wait an see sugar!”
She whispered to him.

Duripant
Planet VII
Moon Six
Federal Navy Academy School

Two Weeks, Five Days Latter.


+Connecting To A.I.H.E.T Via Guest Protocols+
Guest Name: ****
Password: *******

Requesting conclusion to problem with limited data.

1. Unwarranted attempt at memory down load form Augmented Individual of superior structure upon
Pod Pilot, attempt failed.

2. Query to Augmented Individuals C.E.O, result denial of event occurring despite visual recording
now transferred to data chip and hollo reel as back up.

3. Organisation using Super Soldier technology originally created by a division of Blood Veil run by close
friend Revan Neferis, status of Revan Neferis: Dead.

4. The above said data found to have files downloaded or suffering Data Holes.

5. Large amounts of Isk disappearance from Blood Veil and Revan Neferis’s Isk Acounts.

6. All public information on H.E.T limited and causes unknown data probe from foreign sources shortly
followed by Caldari State Security Probe Trace.

7. Hired Investigators uncover unknown word: Nevara that at first holds no meaning or apparent
purpose save for the investigator is found mind wiped shortly after transmitting findings.

I have included a down load of a copy of all the data collected in the above basic brief.

+Down Loading Files To Temporary File+
+Down Load Completed+
+Waiting To Be Accepted Or Deleted By A.I.H.E.T GUEST MAINFRAME+

Conclusion to problem requested?

+Guest Logging Out+
+Guest Has Logged Out+


Having set the table he sat back and waited whispering to no one in particular
""Jacta Alea Est!"

All he need do now was to contemplate what the response might be, taking up his mug of caffine he
takes a long deep drink wincing at the cold liquid but swollowed any way not wishing to wast it.

Actee
Planet III
Moon 23
Bank Of Luminaire, Investment Bank.

Three Weeks Latter

[Part 1]
The smell of ozone filled the air as the hiss of laser fire sounded out heating the area of battle from the
heat dissipating from the beams of concentrated light from the muzzle lenses hitting the make shift
barricades.

Auto-Rifle fire barked in response to the Amarrian Marine infantry’s initial volley of fire, looking at the
hanger bay the Intikani Capsulier drew his snub nosed blaster weighing up the chances of making it to
his ship in time to launch.
The Republic Milita was getting the upper hand now in the station but out side was proving trouble
some, fighting had broken out in corridors through out all the levels of the station as Amarrian and
Caldari forces attempted to take the station in a combined attack.

Federation and republic fleets where inbound to reinforce the defence fleet that where struggling
around out side in the cold vacuum of space but they weren’t pod pilots just normal vessels fighting
hard to protect their homes and families.
His Raven hovered in zero gravity waiting to have it’s pod loaded so it could be launched, his crew
having all ready been contacted when the conflict started to prep the ship for an emergency launch
on his arrival there.

“Sir please get to your ship we’ll cover you, but we need your support out side now!”
One the Station Security Team Officers said ducking down to avoid a volley of las’fire.

“Aye your right just feel so frustrated having to leave things undone here”
He replied knowing the man was right and his place was in his ship not fight tooth and nail.

Taking a gulp of air he narrows his eyes feeling his bio-organic augmentations to awaken with in him.

The human body only consciously uses up to around only twenty Percent of its brain and a Capsulier
normally including cybernetic implants only sixty percent at any one given moment.
He was engineered to use 100 Percent of his brain for short periods of time this though not giving him
any mental powers did allow him to formulate and react far more faster than most individuals.

It also allows for the body to pushed faster and harder allowing more blood to be pumped at a swifter
pace increasing the blood pressure to dangerous level yet still survive, combined with genetically
augmented marrow bone to allow rapid re-growth of blood cells to allow the continuous operation of
the body even when wounded he was to have been a mass producible capsulier for military
application but having shown free will and self worth the project was abandoned.

Opening his eyes he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his pituitary gland and the
hypothalamus released doses on Endorphins, he was small in size but all the more nimble and swifter for
it.
Clicking his neck to the left then the right he smiled licking his lips as he positioned himself into a low
stance then with a grunt pushed off from behind the barricades moving swiftly like a blur, Las’fire
darting about him but falling short as he moved the nine hundred meters in seconds.
Every muscle on his body bulging as his breathing remained steady drawing in large amounts of
muscle enriching oxygen from the air as his legs pumped beneath him carrying him swiftly across the
steel mesh floor towards the hanger bay.

The hanger door was open as Rail rifle fire spat out from it, his chief of security was defending the
hanger waiting for his return, skidding as he pivots he shoots in through the open hanger taking in the
entire scean slowing it down to but a craw in his mind while reacting with spit moment reactions
dogging and weaving through weapons fire and enemy infantry his blaster spitting with loud
deafening barks tearing entire body part apart vaporising them with sheer ferocity.

In moments he was behind crates his ships security where using for cover and heading towards his
pod, every thing a blur yet clear as crystal as he saw the contorted faces of those being hit by rail and
laser fire before dropping dead or wounded to the ground.
Every single section of the events around him shown with pin point accuracy as he slows to a stop
checking his Rubber pod suit before easing himself into his pod connecting the input and out-put
cables to his sockets the few none bio organic parts of his body.

All became dark as the hatch above him closed up as the transparent ooze began to fill the inside
eventually reaching over his head as the familiar sensation of drowning hit him, his body jerking and
twisting until becoming accustomed to breathing the jell like fluid.

A loud ring sounded out as the loader arm’s grippers slammed into place around the pod before lifting
it up and swinging around towards the ship for loading, in the bridge area Shanteener was waiting as
the egg shaped pod was lowered into place, her powerful arms hauling the massive cables over to
connect the capsule to the ship as though attaching a brain to a body for that was what he now
was the brain and the vessel his body to form a massive machine of destruction and power.

Once connected the loading arm retracted as a full 360 degree field of vision filled his mind while read
out where played out before him as full data was made available directly to his mind.

Launching a camera drone he watched the security teams that was his bodies internal defence cells
fall back to his body then with but a thought impulse activated his shields all most laughing at the
insignificant pit pat of laser fire from the enemy’s rifles.
He could just so easily crush them with out even trying a simple command and his drones would
launch tearing them apart in a spectacle of sheer over kill for he was akin to a god in comparison to
the small ant sized fleshlings.

‘No’ he shook his head inside the fluid knowing to well such thoughts where dangerous and could get
him and his crew killed when he engaged in combat.
Willing his massive ponderous body to move the Battle Ship began to turn slowly to face the launch
corridor before increasing speed feeling the electro magnetic launch catapult griping him in it’s energy
field ready for launch.

[Part 2]


Taking a few gulps of fluid he breaths it out calming his nerves allowing himself to feel the sheer power
of the Raven as it became his body while he became the massive vessels brain.

Then it happened the jolt as the massive electro magnetic catapult took firm hold of his monstrous
metal body before pushing it faster and faster through the launch tube at speeds he wouldn’t
normally be able to achieve.

Exploding from the entrance of the station into the crescendo of chaos that weaved and arced
through the cold lifeless vacuum, a maelstrom of destruction whirled in violent explosions of soundless
light.

Every so often a frozen body would hit his hull before drifting off into the abyss of darkness the life it
once carried long since gone the dead and dieing vessels all around providing cover for drone and
frigates as cover for their intermit dog fights as they danced and twisted in spirals of destruction trying
to get the upper hand over the other.

He could see the larger cruisers and battle cruisers locked in over whelming broad side capable of
levelling whole cities with ease and Battle Ship moving ponderously like massive Star Whales.
Their fire power so vast and great few lesser ships would trade fire on their own, he could see all this
and so much more in but mere moments as his vast body slowed to a crawl, his own plasma
generators pushing life into his engines to propel him under his own speed.

With but a though impulse he locked onto the four battle ships cycling the ammo hoppers as the
loaders began to feed his launchers with CATACLYSM’S, all ready turning to get optimal range upon
his ship the four behemoths began to push their mass towards him as h began to close the range
readying an orbital tactic regularly used in combat, a stationary ship was easier to hit than a moving
one even if it is moving extremely slow.

Several Sentinel’s and Kitsuine’s where locking his far larger energy signature he was under no false
notions that they where a lethal threat to him despite their small size and pitiful firepower they could
more than cripple him if he ignored them or allowed them to come to close.

In the Drone bay red lights flickered on as though eyes opening, clicking and buzzing sounds as they
began to commune with each other with a limited intelligence, the sounds grew in pitch as though in
anticipation of some unknown event.

The external bulk head door began to slowly open sucking what little air their had been trapped in
with the drones to rush out with a howl as each of the Mark Two Hammerheads drones roughly the size
of an articulated lorry, heavily armoured and armoured hung there on the launch racks facing down
at the hull of the ship ready to be dropped into space at any given moment.

With but an impulse of his mind five of the drone where released their thrusters kicking in as they left the
safety of their home engaging their own shields as they left the vessels shield range.

Detecting several locks upon their home they buzzed angrily locking and heading swiftly with the
speed of a frigate towards the incoming EW Frigates their weaponry readying for combat as they drew
in to range and opened fire tearing mercilessly at the shields of the first victim working together as a
team to protect there assigned vessel all most as though there was a minute amount of hate for the
enemy in the extremely basic A.I of each drone.

The frigate was swiftly down to armour as the drones continued relentlessly swarming around the
helpless vessel until with a bright flash its hull was breached and the doomed vessel erupted in a
furious explosion of awe inspiring light.
But the drones cared little for such things as beauty even if they had through their violence created it
all that mattered was the next target a caldari kitsuine that dared to use its anti electronic devices
upon their home.

As with the first one the vessel was torn asunder bit by bit until the crew with in where exposed to the
cold airless death of space, screams lost in the empty void as bodies froze crystallizing into ice all most
instantly.

In his capsule he could not just see but feel that he had locked the battle ships, the two
Armageddon’s as well as the two Rokh’s had also locked him and commenced firing his shield gauge
lowered slowly as his defence tank was gradually eaten away out from the devastating volley of fire.

Launching his cruise missiles with a eight count delay between each launcher he stagger fired each
volley giving him a seemingly endless line of destruction, It was several seconds before they finally
made contact with the first target one of the Armageddon’s it’s shields swiftly being torn away but
then it was an armour tanking vessel by nature.

He watched the Amarrian Navy Vessel lose it’s protective shielding, the thick armour plating began to
buckle and bend in some places even pitted from the none stop metal storm raining down upon it
with all the force of a storm hammer.

The tactical read out showed to him the armour level was half depleted on the enemy battle ship he
watched sadly as the proud vessel was slowly killed it’s lives doomed to a horrific fate though he
hoped some would make it to escape pods in time.

Then it came the sickening lurk in his stomach as the vessel began to show flames so hot that even the
chill of space could not cool them erupted from craters in the sides of it’s mangled shell before
exploding spectacularly, despite himself he marvelled at the plume of light as though it where some
reward for a good deed.
This was swiftly followed by a sense of guilt and self revulsion.


A young woman’s face appeared on a pop up window it was an Amarrian from what he could tell,
she was a capsulier from the looks of it and she didn’t look too pleased.

“MURDER!...HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!”
She roared at him as though he had done some thing wrong.

“YOU KILLED THEM!....WHY?...WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”
She yelled at him again, he felt some what confused by this.

He didn’t speak after all there was nothing to say, this was a battle where there where no rules and no
honour only destruction and death, what did she expect that they would just surrender or allow them
selves be shot down like defenceless prey?

“YOU BASTAD HOW COULD YOU!....YOUR A MONSTER YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LIVE IN THE SAME
WORLD AS US!”She continued to yell at him.

He began to search for the young woman on the over view and found her vessel Prophecy class
battle cruiser, he pulled up her Employment History available to all as required by Concord for all
capsule pilots.
She was three years younger than him licence wise.

“YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME FOR YOUR OWN AMUSEMENT DON’T YOU?...YOU ENJOY THIS SENSLESS
DESTRUCTION OF LIVES DON’T YOU?”
She was screaming at him now as her vessel warped in before beginning a lock on.

“DON’T RUN ACCEPT THE INEVITABLE!.......YOU DON’T DESERVE THE GIFT OF LIFE…ALL YOUR KIND BRING
IS DEATH AND SUFFERING I WILL END YOU NOW!”

He was by now some what tired of her and child like view of things, true he admittedly also had a
naive all most immature view on battle but she was going to an extreme, he winces as he feels her
beam lasers jab at his shields, she had potential and power but she didn’t have the experience in
which to wield it or the understanding of how the real world worked.
It was cruel and cold heartless and manipulative true it had it’s moments of trust joy and laughter but
there was all ways the under lay of darkness, it was the way things where and though he wished it
where not he knew that it was.

+If you do not like the feel of war then run..run away, because I can promise you religion wont save
you on the battle field!+
He finally replied and firing a fully volley of staggered cruise missiles at her, all most straight away upon
connecting with her ship the tactical display for the battle cruiser lost it’s shields and dropped to half its
armour value.

The second volley did the rest tearing her ship and its crew apart leaving only the ejected egg
shaped capsule floating around the remains of its now wrecked vessel.
Turning his attention to the next battle ship a Rokh he cycled his auto loaders refilling his launchers not
wishing to run out mid fight, then with sigh he cancelled transmition to the youth as she warped out.

His attention reverted to his opponent as the last Frigate was destroyed and the Drones commanded
to return to the drone bay for a well deserved rest and recharge.
Checking distance to the target he found the range increasing as it turned away, he looked at the
over view to find ships swiftly entering warp and leaving.

It wasn’t until the three remaining battle Ships had entered warp that he realized they have
retreated from combat.
With the last drone aboard he closed his drone bay doors and slowly swung his titanic mechanical
body around and headed towards the station signalling to control tower for a request to dock.