6 fucking years...
Last thing I remember was bouncing around in Hagilur looking for easy pickings. Hunting inexperienced capsuleers scrounging a living by salvaging the wrecks of the local rats. I remember popping a Rifter and then his buddy showed up in a Drake. And that's all I remember...
Well that's not entirely true. I remember the sound. The monotonous ripping sound. An incessant shriek reminiscent of your ears being cut off with a sonic scalpel. An endless loop of noise that threatened to drive me mad until finally some sort of pattern emerged from it. The burning static eventually became sort of a wave, like a lick of flame rising off a spark. Attached to the harsh separation there was a warmth. I wouldn't quite call it consciousness, but I was aware.
Then the splash came, an abrupt shock like all of my nerves had been dipped in salt water on the verge of freezing. The static was gone, replaced by a spot of light that grew to surround everything. I heard the sound of fluid moving, a heartbeat. Was I alive? Had I been dreaming? Whatever it was it felt like Hell. Hell in space. But it was gone now.
I dared to open my eyes. The first thing I could make out was the familiar layout of a clone bay. Only the lighting was dim and the air reeked of dampness and fetid pod goo. Whoever was running this bay deserves to be sold to the Amarr, the stench is unbearable. I staggered to the closest maintenance panel and ran a diagnostic...
31-MLU IX - Moon 1 - Thukker Mix Factory - Clone bay 1134 - Ulfskein Gangr
Hmmmmm, that sure as shit wasn't right. My bay was always 7734. What the hell is going on?
Last thing I remember was bouncing around in Hagilur looking for easy pickings. Hunting inexperienced capsuleers scrounging a living by salvaging the wrecks of the local rats. I remember popping a Rifter and then his buddy showed up in a Drake. And that's all I remember...
Well that's not entirely true. I remember the sound. The monotonous ripping sound. An incessant shriek reminiscent of your ears being cut off with a sonic scalpel. An endless loop of noise that threatened to drive me mad until finally some sort of pattern emerged from it. The burning static eventually became sort of a wave, like a lick of flame rising off a spark. Attached to the harsh separation there was a warmth. I wouldn't quite call it consciousness, but I was aware.
Then the splash came, an abrupt shock like all of my nerves had been dipped in salt water on the verge of freezing. The static was gone, replaced by a spot of light that grew to surround everything. I heard the sound of fluid moving, a heartbeat. Was I alive? Had I been dreaming? Whatever it was it felt like Hell. Hell in space. But it was gone now.
I dared to open my eyes. The first thing I could make out was the familiar layout of a clone bay. Only the lighting was dim and the air reeked of dampness and fetid pod goo. Whoever was running this bay deserves to be sold to the Amarr, the stench is unbearable. I staggered to the closest maintenance panel and ran a diagnostic...
31-MLU IX - Moon 1 - Thukker Mix Factory - Clone bay 1134 - Ulfskein Gangr
Hmmmmm, that sure as shit wasn't right. My bay was always 7734. What the hell is going on?
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