The local asteroid belts of Onnamon and other Black Rise systems kept my newly fitted covetor busy between station docks. I knew very little about my ships controls, the space I was in, or the people I was flying with, but it was enough to get by. I kept hearing them talking of hull configurations I had never heard of. Tech this and tech that. I spent most of my evenings after a good mineral haul, browsing station databases, keeping brushed up on terminology.
"Wormhole space," they said.
"Many riches to be had," they said.
Knowing very little of wormholes and their risk or reward, it ultimately would lead to my first death in since I gained my space legs.
Two weeks; the time it took to find our new home. Our leader (I will just refer to him as captain) ruthlessly lead the way in the long search for the right place. From my understanding we wanted a place that would support our current 5-8 man group along with an allowance for expansion if needed.
Finally we found one. Captain sent out a ping through our corporate communications. Pack up, load up, we are headed out tonight. I was prepping for this for weeks. Had my mining hull, and two battle-cruiser class hulls. An Amarrian Harbinger model, and a Caldari Drake. I had little training in either but I was confident it would last me long enough to learn better systems and purchase new hulls further down the road.
Set up was fast. My first time seeing a control tower was awe. This was why I came to space. Captain quickly ordered where the guns would be placed in orbit around our tower and began laying out our general logistics policy's.
- First people on each day scan down our anomalies and cosmic signatures. Document them and leave the documentation in the corporate hangars so the sleepers can be fought once everyone is ready each day.
- Place "warp bubbles" on each wormhole exit we find and document where it leads.
- Always check corp communications and your mail before leaving the towers force field.
The weeks that followed found myself learning (stumbling) about new ores I had never seen, and the strength of the sleeper empire. Their name is very contradictory to how they fight. My drake hull was put to it's limits along with the rest of the crew at times, but I'd be damned if I didn't tell you it was fun.
I find myself one evening waking and my ship warping back to our tower from a non-disclosed location while I was asleep. Expecting to see a large pocket of blue wrap around me as my ship speeds to location, I instead find myself nowhere. In dead space. Tower gone.
Local was the only place to go to at this point. With no experience in scanning, and lacking the equipment to do so, I was stuck.
I was such a naive pilot then. Such an "eve virgin". I did get a response. They knew I was in an auguror class hull. I said my corp has left me in this wormhole and I have no way out.
"We can help you get back home, join my fleet and you can warp to me. I am at an exit," the stranger said.
The less smarter half of me agreed, and I began my warp. On the way it started to hit me. Why did we move out. Why am I willingly warping to this stranger? It was too late. A foreign control tower with guns began locking me up nearly immediately. I ejected out of my ship with my pod in-tact only to be locked and held there again....
"Have a fun trip!" in local they said.
The following are two transmissions I received over the 2 hours following the events.
From the killer...
From: -------------To: -------------Thank you for travelling express from our wormhole. We would appreciate it if you would take a minute to tell us how you feel about our service and if you feel we need to improve on anything. Thank you for your time,
From my corp mate...
From: -------------To: -------------Hey man. We had to move out of the wormhole last night. I kept my scanning equipment and clone here so I can help you get out. Let me know when you are around or free for me to get you and your ship out. Cheers,
It would not be the last time I feel the sudden filling of my lungs with oxygen after waking in my newest clone.