The sound of an ole pirate song, sung thousands of years ago by the scurvy dogs that sailed ancient, mythical wooden ships on some sea on a forgotten world plays softly in the cabin. Captain Ga’len relaxes in his chair, gazing out the view port into the vast expanse of space before him. Being stuck on a station for a long time has been rough. The yearning for adventure and combat has been gnawing at him brings swells of desire weighs heavy on his heart.
It’s been nearly a year since the crew of The Bleeding Rose went their separate ways. It was hard to split up the crew, but they had all wanted to expand their lives and as much as they loved their captain, it was time to grow their fortunes on their own.
Mr. Jemelson decided that hauling freight was his true calling. He always seemed to know what was waiting on the other side of a gate. He’s the only freighter pilot who has not lost a ship in this region. Perhaps one day their paths will cross again.
Ceres had not lost her lust for combat. She signed up with the Minmatar Republic Navy as soon as she hit the station docking port. ‘Fight for the underdogs!!!” she yelled over the comms as her new home undocked. A Tempest class battleship. Yes, Tempest, temptress, that would suit her well.
Other members of the crew went their ways as well, some continued on other pirate ships in other regions of the universe, others struck out on their own to fates unknown.
Captain Ga’len, the name just sounded strange. Captain of an empty ship? All ships in New Eden have crews, but usually the bridge is a lonely place. Many in New Eden spend their time aboard ship in what many see as a small coffin. Would he still be a Captain? Why not?
Long ago, an ancient and powerful race brought peace to the regions of New Eden. The Jove, the oldest of the races of what was mankind helped to create the ever present CONCORD organization to enforce the peace. They also left us with technology that in time, evolved into what is know as the Capsule (http://wiki.eveonline.com/wiki/Capsule).
These pods, filled with fluid and advanced technology, allow it’s occupant to instantly come alive in a clone should the pod be destroyed. Neural interfaces within the pods allow for instant and complete control of a ship by it’s pilot.
Captain Ga’len had in the past not availed himself of this wondrous advantage. He preferred to live life on the edge and hope that if his ship was destroyed, he would make it into the pod in time. Walking free on a bridge had suited him well, but times had changed, things were more dangerous and the ways of old were just not the wisest way to live.
Captain Ga’len took the step that many in New Eden had taken at birth for the past 8 years. He became one of the elite in New Eden, he became one of the immortal. He was now one of the demi-gods known formally as a Capsuleer or ‘Egger’ as many casually call them.
For now, Captain Ga’len rests in the station, waiting for all his ships to have their respective bridges refit to with the ‘Egger Standard’. He sits and waits patiently, staring out the view port, watching the ships of his corp mates dock and undock, speeding away to adventure. Sipping his cup of rum, he sings softly….
“…Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
We’re devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.”
