Havvie

I am Gallente. Freedom is my cause, I will fight tooth and nail for it, with the best ships for the job. I was not born to this world a fighter, but one I have become. There are those who would work to destroy what few precious freedoms we have attained, and I will not let that happen. Believe. Protect. Nurture.

Emolgranlan system - uncharted deadspace pocket Consolidated Cooperation and Relations Division (CONCORD) Archives >>SEARCH: VTT log transcripts, MSV Spirit of Apocrypha >... >.. >. >Logs found. Please specify log(s) of interest. >>Log YC111/12/1-05:20 >VTT Transcript as follows... (CAP.Ralt): Grifface, how're the shields holding up? (ENG.Denn): Ben, with this overtanked ship of yours, I'm seriously wondering why you're asking that question. (CAP.Ralt): Yeah, I'm just making sure, ever since [CONCORD] updated [NEOCOM], some of the Spirit's systems have been acting sluggish. (ENG.Denn): And this is a surprise how? [CONCORD] took fo

Each day, I walk a thousand miles. Ev'ry step bringing an unimaginable pain. Echoes of my past drive me on, unable, or unwilling, to grant me a moment's respite. I scream and I cry, begging my feet to stop this ceaseless endeavour. I've yet to slow a single iota.

I lazily glance about the bay as its tripartite doors swing open, permitting my entrance. I mentally sigh, the unplugging procedure's never really been all that pleasant, no matter what the med techs do to make it more comfortable. At least there's nobody around unlike last time, it's not a particularly dignified process either. The capsule that's been my home for many a night hauls me slightly past the bay doors before beginning the process of puking its contents of life-support goo all over the floor's oversize spill tray. Now it's my turn, a small platform lowers me down to the floor, even as I'm hurling the last of the life-support goo fr

“So this is how it all ends?” “More or less.” A pause. “I'm sorry it had to come to this.” “Can you look me in the eyes and say that?” “No, I can't, one look at those eyes of yours and I'm liable to do something stupid.” A smile, “Hmm... Smart one. I always did love that about you.” “Cut it- I don't do this, boss'll have my head.” The gun emits a slight metallic click. There isn't a look of desperation like the usual targets, no last-minute pleading for their lives, only a cold, unflinching acceptance of death. A shot rings out through the dank alleyway and moments la

Even if just for a few minutes I can hold you in my arms And I can pretend we're dancing Pretend we're laughing over some stupid joke Pretend we're saying good night as we part ways Pretend that maybe one day, I can stop pretending

We surround our hearts with armour Hoping to shut ourselves off from the world Then we meet that one person who sees right through us And it all falls to pieces

I am Minmatar. Give me scrap and I will build a weapon from it. Give me a ship that's barely space-worthy and I will fly it better than any other ship out there. Give me a target and I will find its weaknesses, then dismantle it piece by piece. I am Minmatar, engage, adapt, defeat.