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• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:07:40 pm

  
  

  

  Lost Soul of a Caldari Spy
  By DeathDealerZero
  First place
  
  A single light shines on the plain steel desk in front of the window. Documents are piled neatly on the right side of the desk, and the stationery is lined up on the left. All in order. There is a faint groan coming from the base of the chair, upon which, we see a slight, feminine shape. This is Illivia. Sergeant Major Illivia of the Gallente Federal Defence Union, if you please. She is leaning back, eyes closed, with her head resting uncomfortably on her right shoulder. Her slender hands are balled into anxious fists. The toes inside her shined black boots curl and straighten, curl and straighten, as if they are trying to climb out of the leather.
  
  Father is standing at the window, looking out at the swirling nebulae and faint points of stars. Little Illivia sits swinging her feet off the edge of a bench to high for her to touch the steel decking. She is wondering how long the journey to Gallente Prime will take. “These transport ships are sooooo slow” she thinks, to a small tune she has been humming since they boarded. She opens her mouth to ask her father when they would arrive, when there is a huge rumble, distant but distinctive, from the other end of the ship. Her father wheels around, fixes her with a frightened stare, then shouts something. Our little Illivia tries to make out the sound of his voice, but a loud mechanical whirring has enveloped her ears. As the ship’s warp drive kicks in, the cabin gives a violent lurch. Another crash from the far side, a scream from the next room, children crying, and a man shouting. The door bursts open, and in step three figures, silhouetted by the corridor lights. A large bald man enters, and strikes her father to the floor. As he looks up in a stunned gaze, the bald man stamps on his head, which emits a very audible crack, even over the sound of the warp drive. Her mother bursts into the room, reaching for Illivia, but is intercepted by the second attacker. He throws her back into the corridor, where a beam of green light penetrates her body, just above the naval. The third man lowers his weapon.  The woman, once strong, crumples to the floor in a lifeless heap. Then her mother’s assassin  steps  towards Illivia, reaches out a hand, and…
  
  Her eyelids snap open, almost ripping themselves from her face. Her pupils focus, and her ears acknowledge the bright chirping of the incoming call on her video intercom. She swivels in her chair to face the window. The dark, boundless void of Eve is replaced by the weathered face of Wing Commander Yoshi Horitomi
  “Did I wake you Sergeant Major?”
  “Not at all. Why do you ask?”
  “You have an imprint of your epaulette on your right cheek.” Illivia touches her face, feels the indentation in her skin, and thinks to herself “Mental note-Fire Wing  Commander Horitomi.”
  “What’s the nature of your call, Commander?” she asks, fighting to keep her face from blushing.
  “We’ve just had presidential confirmation from the Federation. A fleet has been dispatched to Wiyrkomi Peace Corps, in Dantumi solar system, where Caldari are assembling a heavy attack fleet. Orders are to destroy the fleet and station.” Illivia’s stomach sinks, almost to her shoes. At least it might stop her toes from curling. Her mouth and throat go dry, as if she has just breathed a lung full of space dust, and all she can manage to say, almost whisper is, “That will be all, Commander.” The screen fades, and the panoramic vista of Eve returns, but now, the space is not empty. Roughly 200 ships are moving towards a jump gate in the far distance. As she watches with mounting terror, the foul smell of her mothers dying body fill her nostrils. A strong, sweet odour, like live stock through a burning process plant. “Why that smell, why now? Damn it mother, I have enough to think about!” Then she sees it-the light growing, a single flash, the ships gone. The fleet, her fleet, advancing toward Caldari space. The Wiyrkomi HQ, inside which, her Caldari family are sleeping sound. The family, formed after years of imprisonment at the hands of her enemy. The enemy who have raised her, nurtured her, made her their own…..and who have made her a spy in her own camp. Discovering the secrets of her real bloodline-Gallente.
  
  Torn between ancestry and family, her hands leave their prints on the window. Then the prints fade, like any hope of peace.
  
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:10:06 pm

  
  

  

  My personal bio: Sergeant Major Illivia
  By Lavalle
  2nd Place
  
  I grew up in a lot of places. I had the illusion of a good family and a
  good life up until I was sixteen or so. I was a station pup in Hatakani
  and a little place called Jita. My parents were part of this little
  underground radical nationalist group convinced that the Caldari's
  oppressive rule over their sovereign space was the blight of the
  universe, and that the Federation would one day consume us again. They
  wanted to be catalysts for that kind of... revolution. I suppose that
  means that I was Caldari born, but by blood only. Anyone with the right
  amount of ISK can change even that about himself.
  
  Here's the kicker. My parents were smart, but they had no idea that they
  were being monitored. They weren't as crafty as they thought, it turned
  out. The Squids' - Calamari, whatever the greenies are callin' em these
  days - their intel found out that my pop was working on a ship prototype
  to be commissioned to the Gallente Federation using some cutting edge
  Caldari technology. Stolen, of course. He got a pass on to a privately
  owned Badger to deliver the finished schematics to a contact in Sinq.
  Found out later that he was ambushed on the boarder by some Navy ships.
  He and the plans were both vapor. My mum was executed for her role in
  the information transfer, and I was placed in a hell hole mining vessel
  turned prison. I would be damned if I was gonna spend my days picking
  away at rocks so that these rat bastards could build better ships. But I
  did. For three long, miserable years, I did. As prisoners, we were ah...
  expendable, you see. Our ship was specially modulated for a particular
  kind of Omber that we could only find on the fringes of Serpentis
  territory. I swear, it was only a matter of time before our 'defences' -
  if you could call a damn lousy-fit gang of rookies in virgin frigates
  that - were overrun by a group with enough balls and enough laundered
  ISK to stand against the oh-so-mighty Caldari state. So, I did what any
  self-respecting prisoner would do. I ran. When security on the ship
  collapsed and the lock system busted open, I found a dry pod and got
  myself out of the ship before the pirates' drones finally tore in to the
  hull of the ship.
  
  I thought I was dog meat. I was drifting in a capsule with barely enough
  function to keep me alive. It turned out that we were unknowingly being
  used as bait by a Federal Navy police force. I saw a few interceptors
  pop in to the belt on the little on-board scanner, and before I know it,
  a whole damn fleet of 'em had rolled over or scattered the enemy. I got
  recovered by a Federate Ship, and the rest is history. Other prisoners
  were recovered, sure. Most of them corpses. A couple of them hangin' on
  for dear life. I wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms, but after they
  did their homework on my family, they agreed to let me join the Academy.
  Graduated with honors even, though I never thought I would make it here.
  I declined a promotion to officer status. I'd rather run a goddamn
  mining laser than push pens and respond to "YESSIR NOSSIR" my whole career.
  
  I didn't get assigned to the Federal Defense Union. The FDU is my
  creation; my vision. It's a child with wants, needs, and growing pains.
  It symbolizes defiance against tyranny by those who claim to be
  tyrannized. We're fighting a war of hypocrisy. We're fighting for our
  ideals and for everything it means to be Gallente. How else could you
  get a bunch of former pirates, bickering corporation officers, and low
  profile head hunters to band in to such a cohesive bunch? You give them
  a vision. You show them truth, and you show them why it's the truth. Our
  militia men aren't brain washed. Their eyes are just... opened. And so
  are mine.
  
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:10:44 pm

  
  

  

  Sergeant-Major Illivia's Bio
  By Encalderante
  3rd Place
   
  Guts. My slime-bucket son-of-a-bitch father gave me nothing but guts. Understand that. My twenty-three years in the Federation Navy gave me every other inch of who I am. They gave me sweat that'll burn the skin right off the recruits. They gave me scars that would make your mother cry. They gave my first post on a Vexor-class Cruiser's drone command bay. That was some post. They also gave me freedom. Before I joined the Defense Union I was a salvage dog on Dreg Level BT-Theta on the Federation Navy Assembly Plant in Aunia, just like my damn father before me. My mother was probably some whore planet-side, but she dumped me on my dad like a hot lug-nut in a pail. Hell - I grew up tough.
   
  I did time in the brig at fifteen for messing up a trader's face in a brawl. He deserved it. I got off easy, and after three years of solitary and a parole device implant later, I shambled out of that hole and couldn't stand the thought of going back to the salvage sorting drudge of a job my father left me when he died of the hacking cough. Son-of-a-bitch. Being Gallente and proud means nothing if your freedom is squandered on a hell-hole job. A drank myself near to the edge of the pit and decided that the only place for me was on a ship. On a ship you can be free, I thought. So I dragged myself to the on-station recruitment office and put my X on the line. They dropped me on a Navy Imicus as a galley scrubber. I spent those first years working my way up, learning first how to maintenance drones, and then how to fly the little buggers, and finally, during the first days of the Capsuleer Age, I saw combat. It was just a couple of Serpentis bastards in frigates, but my drones killed them dead. It was then that I knew that I was free.
   
  When the Caldari attacked us at Gallente Prime, the Federation Defense Union was called into action. Because of my experience in combat and with a variety of vessels, I was tapped to head up the recruit training program at the new station in Villore. As part of this placement, I was awarded the position of Sergeant-Major. Capsuleers come to me when they don't know who to talk to next, but my primary assignment is to train the crew for their vessels. Knowing that the kids I train are out there killing the tight-ass Caldari really makes my day. It takes guts and skill to fly in combat, but there's glory to be had, and freedom. Never forget that. I am Sergeant Major Jakob Illivia. Welcome to boot camp.
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:11:48 pm

  
  

  

  The stories below appear in random order from among the submissions we received.
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:12:38 pm

  
  

  

  By Gank Magnet
  
  I kick back and relax feeling the G’s as I swing around the Ammar station objective, I’m loving it here in Amamake with my the sound of my guns still pinking from violent outburst where we’ve just cleaned up. I can hear the engines thrum; feel them vibrate through my seat, the rattle of the hull as I pull it around in a tight turn, the hum of the capacitor. That’s what I love about Minmatar ships, you can feel them, hear them, smell them. Some capsulers reckon they are the junk bits that failed quality control for the other races, but they just can’t feel it, what it’s like to really fly.
  
  So how did I get here? Just some dirt kicker from Minmatar who held down a grunge job, processed, filed and accounted. Just another sucker in the suck fest. Spent all my ISK on sims just dreaming of a better life amongst the stars. Never thought I’d get to fly.
  
  Then some Caldari guy who was good friends with a Caldari girl needed help. See, he was supposed to go to war with her, but while she’d changed sides he hadn’t. In this universe true friends are rare amongst the griefers and gankers, and he needed someone to fill his shoes. So a sponsor they called it, I was his substitute.
  
  A friend of a friend who knew someone who knew someone offered me some shady deal in some dodgy bar. Thought it was a scam, still kinda do, it seems all so unreal. It wasn’t until I felt the thrust as MY Rifter powered out of the atmosphere. ‘You’ll get podded they all said’. Living life in little bubbles, at least my capsule is real, I have never felt so alive as when I hit the after burners and dive into the middle of an enemy fleet.
  
  Sweat drips off my brow as I soak in the smell of hot oil, drifting ozone and cooked metal. I shuffle in the creaky leather seat and check my straps. All lights are in the green, ready for the next moment of being alive. Kick the tyres and light the fires, speed is my guardian angel, its time to rock and roll again as red targets flash on my head up display.
  
  I’d say I love my job, but this is to exhilarating to be a job, I just love my life. No more dirt side for me.
  
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:13:07 pm

  
  

  

  Sergeant-Major Illivia's Bio
  By Blue Scorpian
  
  
  Sergeant-Major Illivia's Birth is alway in dispute with many diffrent stories.
  
  
  "She came from a urban management bureau somewhere in the abudban systems"  Stated a man. "I heard her mother was Slave born" Spoke a women. "No! ,  illvia Mother was Amaarr" the first man Snapped back and with out a pause continued, "Her father was the slave and he".......
  
   
  Suddenly as if from thin air a well dressed man appeared and approach the two. Tray
  
  'dhor was wearing a black trenchcoat, suit pants, and shoes that looked like a Nice formal shoes but had the fit and tuffness of a soldiers boots. Looking beyond tray was the women named Corri. Who was standing next to her brother bill. She was scanning the landscape of a well light hanger, Cargo cans and small shuttles filled the area beyone the yellow stripped line running across the Front. "Good to see you brother" bill told tray while, giving him a handshake. Tray head then swung to look at his sister in a keen focused poise still scanning the hanger. He spoke softly, "are we safe corri?".   "I believe so  big brother..... So what's up?"
  
  
  From beneath tray 'dhors trench he pulled a portfolio case and sat it down on some
  
  cargo close by. "I've found her" tray said  "who" bill and corri chimed in.
  
   
  
                         "Illivia".............................
  
   
  
  "Illivia is now a sergeant-major is the Gallente Militia and doesn't remember a thing about her past" tray 'dhor explained and continued "she is currently commanding a attack squadron headed for the amarr system tash-murkon prime to disrupt amarr and caldari supply lines, This is where we come in."    Bill and corri learned forward as one carefully listening to every detail as tray layed out a plan to jog illivia's memory and rescue her from the puppeteers controlling her life.
  
   
  
                           And so the real story begins.........
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:14:58 pm

  
  

  

  Biography of Sergeant Major Illivia,
  Commanding instructor
  FDU Fighter Pilot school
  Caille
  By Capt JamesDiGriz
  
  
  'Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.'
  - Admiral Nathel Kafthias, Federal Navy (ret)
  
  
  Born in the standard year 23215, twenty one years before the adopting of the current calendar at the Youil Conference, and a year before the Matari rebellion began its war to freedom, Sargeant Major Illivia of the Federation Defense Union, is a Veteran of every conflict of the modern age. His commanding presence in any fleet has turned the tide throughout New Eden.
  
  Born to Senator Mardaren Illivia, Senator of the 23rd district and staunch federal expansionist, and Seraphel Illivia, pacifist and rabid activist, trying to keep himself separate from the political fights between his parents was a full time struggle. He developed a hardened view that he was never going to get in the middle of these decisions, but to be the instrument that made the decisions stick. At 21, over the protestations of his mother, he graduated from the Federal Naval Academy at Caille as a fighter pilot. The Yoiul conference had redefined diplomacy and the calendar. The Minmatar were facing the final counter attack of the Imperial forces of the Amarr and were pushing them out, and the war of New Caldari was in one of its bloodiest years. Cadet Illivia flew to the war front and began his career.
  
  Lance Corporal Illivia, now the hero of the Gesthemane Nebula, traveled to the new front of the war. In the six years since his graduation, Illivia joined and then commanded a mixed wing of Minmatar and Gallente pilots called “Edens Reapers”. Oscillating between the Amarrian front and the Caldari front, these pilots became the trouble shooters in any engagement they partook of. Illivia’s own prowess and hard command style earned him some enemies among the free spirited Gallente that could not understand his philosophy of duty before freedom. Among the Brutor and Krusual of the Reapers, though, he was well understood and by the time the wing was disbanded with the general Armistice of year 12, the surviving Brutor tattooed the newly promoted Sargeant with their tribe and clan markings, the only honor they could give and respect.
  
  After an abortive attempt to replace his father in the expansionist movement of the Senate, Illivia returned to the Federal Navy. Command was accorded him to deal with piracy and counter Federation insurgencies. Years of war had left him battered, augmetics and cloned replacement organs making up a large percentage of his old body. It was he, in the time called revelations 3 years before had noticed and brought to the attention of the Senate, that the Caldari were stirring and that within the Navy, rumblings about revenge for war could be heard. No one would listen, but he persisted following leads. It was one of the leads that had him in orbit around a gods forsaken world in the Lonetrek system of Malkalen. His horror lasted only a minute as his old friend and former commander, Alexander Noir, slammed his Nyx flagship into the Ishukone headquarters. Illivia’s promotion to Sargeant Major, commander of FDU training at the new pilots school at Caille was almost immediate.
  
  
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:16:03 pm

  
  

  

  Sergeant-Major Illivia's Bio
  By PowerbyFear
  
   
  
  Sergeant-Major Illivia as all gallente people is a proud man who has fought the empires wars for years in many top secret missions to maintian peace and salvation through out the gallente empire and its allies. Sergeant- Major lllivia joined the gallente navy in the early parts of the empires founding, he begain his service as a privet and through determination and sacrifice he grew through the ranks to the rank of sergent major. lllivia was on the front line of the empires most fierce battles and naver strayed from his commitment and oeth to the empire. He was captured by the caldarie and torchered in the most distastful of ways but devulged nothing and made his escape and rejoined the front lines. Sergent-Major llivia has showen his commanders the true meaning of the what being a soldier is all about, lllivia follows the unspoken code of the federation navy, "in battle give your enemies nothing, bu take from them everything." He shows his fellow soldiers and pilots the meaning of duty, honor, respect, selfless service, honusty and most importently determination. Sergent-Major lllivia is a insperation to us all and to his commanders and fellow soldiers.
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:16:31 pm

  
  

  

  
  A Serpent's Tale
  By righthandofgod
  
  
      I am Kel Kun, Elder of the Hârmanians. So you came here to hear this story of a man known as Illivia? Well, nobody really knows if it is his real name or if it has a meaning, but this guy caused the general corruption of the Gallente Federation as we shall see. This man, though I don't think he still deserves to be called like that, was still a child when he felt for deceit and lies. It was against himself though. Maybe it was just a wicked brain but he had dreams like people would never imagine. His thoughts, more cruel than watever you may see on the holoreels. In facts, he was perverted to the core.
  
       We all played with biomass when we were at academy, but Illivia wanted nothing from this. He prefered to use real people and, preferly, innocents without jumpclones to do experiments like crossing dna and use brains in a chain to compute his engineering. And much more that I couldn't afford to tell. But you know, all of these researches needed ressources. And he wasnt the kind of being that works honorably to earn something. Anyway, his station was not reported to the Gallente Federation and was doing illegal stuff. He had to convince people to work for him but Illivia was a small, thin, and physically weak guy. He wasnt the kind of guy that inspired fear in people, though I must admit he was a smart bones. He was even genious. All he needed, in the end, was a way to be safe and free. He hired guards keeping them in ignorance but when they soon started to learn more about Illivia's activities, and no need to tell where he was picking his specimens so they started to plot and rebel to make him drown. It was too late. The rebellion failed, and the snake won over them, having a new knowledge: he noticed that some people were intriguated by his researches. It was they he had to recruit...
  
      Twenty years later, Illivia wasn't leading anything. His recruits took over his complex and he had to flee. Then he thought that a jump clone would be a good idea. Unfortunately, he wasn't known at all by anyone, and coming saying "Hi, I wanna join the navy" wasn't working so well. Then he learned about charisma and made friends by being a good boy with the Gallente. His wicked phantasms just grew in insolence towards everything as he was getting grade. All he wanted was to make suffering. He lost his old life, progress, and honor, the things a Serpent can't afford to lose. Then he grew in power because of his pilot's talent. Now all he needed was his researches to restart. He kept, of course, the blueprints data of his fleshy abominations he developed in mind so with the new ressources he gathered, he started back the engine. He was now immortal and had nothing to care about his appearance since he entered a pod. Illivia inflicts his philosophy and it spreads all through Gallente Federation. Maybe that's why the Caldari left the Gallente...
  
      But now, he's none other than Sergeant-Major of the Gallente Federal Defense Union. He has his own division, people working for him, thinking like him, And who knows what place he has in the Serpentis or even, was it the founder of it?
  
• SghnDubh

  July 13, 2008, 05:17:50 pm

  
  

  

  So you wanna know about Sergeant-Major Illivia?
  By Sian Sidhe
  
  Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Warp your pods as soon as you’re clear—the bastards are using smartbombs! Get out! NOW!
  
  When I came to, everything was soft. Cold, but soft. I remember the blue blinking light, making steady, urgent noises. I blinked a few times, felt annoyed that I couldn’t make my eyes focus. Shook my head, cleared the cobwebs, ground my knuckles into my eyes. I remember finally being able to see the viewscreen. But seeing and believing are very, very different things.
  
  The remains of the Gallente station were still smoking, if you could call it gasses boiling into the vacuum ‘smoke.’ Debris--organic and otherwise-- tumbled silently. I remember coughing pink onto the viewscreen, then laughing and spitting more pink foam onto the instruments. It seemed funny to see burned hulks of Megathrons ‘bleeding’ with my blood. Damn hilarious in fact. Maybe right then, I was dying.
  
  They told me, in the medical bay aboard a Minmatar salvage ship, that it would have been easier on me if I had just woken up in my clone. One of the seniors teased that scars attracted girls. Hell, judging by my reflection, I reckoned I’d be giving Krull some competition for those exotic dancers.
  
  That was my first battle. Since then, I’ve seen fleets a thousand strong clash in the very heart of The Forge. I’ve seen blaster fire vaporize Armageddons; seen the cold white of gleams slice a Dominix in half; watched Typhoons melt under a barrage of scourge; reveled as the dead hulks of Scorpions spiraled away. But that one battle etched itself into me like a chisel into stone. Some of you noobs think death no longer matters. Some of you think it’s harmless to wake up to see a grinning cloning tech mouth ‘good morning’ at you through watery yellow fluid. Well it’s not. Death leaves scars on your soul. And each death takes a little something from you. Each clone is always just a little different, a little further from the ‘you’ that you’ll remember.
  
  I got news for you, noob. Sooner or later, this war will end. You can carelessly wake up in new clone after new clone, until the day your clone wakes up in a veldspar mine in Period Basis. Or you can get serious about this war and fight for your body and for your crew’s bodies. Fight like it’s the only one you’ll ever get.
  
  You wanted to know about me. Now you know more than a noob can handle, so get the hell out of my office and report to your Velator. Dismissed.
  
• Ronin Bloodangel

  July 14, 2008, 08:18:22 am

  
  

  

  Nice work and a job well done.

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