5punk

centerededgedesign wrote:5punkorp and the Birth of Fw4ppers, part one....

Feafalas was worried. Not just about the hostile Interceptor that had been trying to locate him ever since he had entered the system, but about the future. The job of keeping the corp’s space station fueled and the mining array active was just getting to be too much for the corp’s dwindling numbers to handle. Yet leaving the ISS Alliance to distance his corp from their political turmoil would raise their costs even higher. Recruiting new members into a corp that worked in the dangers of the lawless 0.0 security sectors was impossible, yet even recruiting for work in the safety of Empire controlled space was difficult at best, given that Concord’s policies allowed hostile corporations to attack Alliance members anywhere as long as their ‘war fees’ had been paid. Feafalas and the other pilots that encompassed 5punkorp’s members often wondered if war had been as profitable to the government in the fabled ‘home galaxy’. The galaxy that was rumored to exist before the universe of Eve was ever discovered at what most agreed was the dawn of time.

Just then, an Interceptor warped in, and tried to lock Fea’s ship to scramble his warp and propulsion systems. “Rookie,” Feafalas thought to himself as he sent his ship warping directly to the stargate that the Interceptor had been guarding moments before. Feafalas’ ‘Crane’ as it were known, looked like a regular freighter to the untrained eye. But to a seasoned pilot, the blockade runner was nothing of the sort. With a reduced cargo capacity, to make room for advanced propulsion systems and doubly stabilized warp cores, the ‘Crane’ was quite capable of getting out of most sticky situations, if the pilot knew what they were doing. Feafalas knew what he was doing. He had counted on the Interceptor getting bored watching the gate, abandoning his post, and giving chase. Feafalas had simply hopped to a safespot within scanner range of the gate, and watched the Interceptor scan for him. As soon as the Interceptor had left the gate in Fea’s scanner, Feafalas had onlined his ships massive engines, and aligned for the gate. The instant that the Interceptor had arrived near Feafalas was the only instant the two ships saw each other, because the ‘Crane’ was just entering warp, and seconds later was arriving within range of the stargate, and instantly on his way out of the system.

Even though Feafalas was only two easy jumps from the relative safety of the space station, he was still uneasy. He knew the point was nearing when he wouldn’t be able to sustain the stations fuel needs on his own. It was almost all that his corp could do to haul the fuel and Hafnium back and forth, let alone make any ISK for themselves. The days of massive mining events had dwindled recently, with all the wars that the Interstellar Starbase Syndicate was constantly the target of. Not only having to worry about pirates in 0.0 security, but also having to worry about masses of war targets within the previously safe Concorde controlled systems had cost them ships packed with Hafnium, a valuable ore that the corp’s space station mined. It was time for a change, or the corp would have to abandon it’s space station and dreams of growing even larger.

Just then, 30 systems away, in Berta, the solution was seeking the problem. Friznit, one of the directors of 5punkorp, had just delivered the corp’s newest recruit, Dres Kaneerdan. Dres was a Gallente pilot with no large amounts of experience, but more than his share of heart. Dres worked tirelessly to help others, and had been searching for a corp that could use his talents. Friznit had taken his desire to help as pure enthusiasm, and despite warning him that the corp frequently found itself at war, Dres was still willing to join. Friznit had approved the application with just a brief consultation with the other directors, as everyone was willing to get new help on board. Unfortunately, it would be some time before Dres could pilot a ship that could survive in the wilds of 0.0, and the likelihood that he would stay with a corp at war that long was slim.

5punkorp was founded by a band of friends, friends that were bound together by trust and teamwork. When a member lost a ship, the whole group would mine like crazy until a new ship was built and ready to fly. It was that mentality and friendship that first swelled 5punkorp’s numbera and led to their early forays into 0.0 sectors. Their first attempt at building a station had ended poorly however. But they had learned from their first loss, and had built the second with increased defenses, vastly increased defenses. That, and secrecy. While the members had been so proud of the first station, it was thought that a lack of security about it’s location had been a catalyst for it’s demise. Great effort had thus been taken to keep 5punkorp members from discussing the location of their new station with anybody, in fact, they barely spoke it’s location even to each other, simply referring to it as the “POS”.

The POS was the corp’s primary function. Fueling it and hauling the mined Hafnium to market had been an easy endeavor in the beginning, while the corp’s numbers had been many. With the wars ISS kept getting targeted with, pilots were growing tired of being killed and their consciousness being transferred to a clone. The process was very uncomfortable, and that was despite having the expenses of buying a new clone for ‘just in case’, a new ship, new fittings, and insurance. The costs of getting killed, and the unpleasant nightmares that came with entering a new body, were trying on some pilots, and sometimes they didn’t come back to 5punkorp.

Dres wanted to help, despite the corp members urging him to be patient and get the needed skills for a better ship first. So Dres worked small missions for agents. Agents gave out work from other corps, giving pilots work in return for ISK and valuable standing with the agents’ corp. A pilot has to work for a corp for awhile before they gain access to the ‘higher level’ agents, the ones with sensitive work for their corp. ‘Running missions,’ as it were called, was not the glorious life that most budding pilots aspire to. Most are looking toward riches, whether from mining or trading or cashing in huge bounties, most pilots were out for the ISK. Dres was somehow different, wanting to be part of something larger. He admitted to himself that he wasn’t going to get far without some ISK along the way though, so he took all the work he could find. He was amazed how many corps paid pilots for simple courier jobs, and had soon found many agents that wanted his help. Except for the occasional shopping trip to Rens for the corp, Dres was left to himself in Empire, with only communicated support from his corp.

Not that Dres wasn’t learning tons from them, he was. The vastness of space was beaten only by the vast complexities or working in it. Dres quickly understood how little he knew, and how valuable the experience of his corp mates would be in his survival. He learned how to outfit his ship to survive attack, how to mine, and how to fight. There was always a ship somewhere that would attack, and they wouldn’t stop until one or the other was destroyed. Dres succeeded at surviving and winning more and more.

Yet he still didn’t feel that he was doing enough for the corp, and Feafalas knew it. Dres was always offering up some new plan to make things better for the corp. The young pilot had 5punk, but just didn’t have the experience to know what he was proposing. Then one day an idea of his rang true with something Feafalas had been thinking of himself, a feeder corp. One with the full support of 5punkorp, but without the political ties to ISS, and thus, without the wars that came along with it.

After much discussion, and with the full support of the corp, Dres left the corp’s ranks to start his own corporation, with the intent that everyone that he and 5punkcorp trained could someday join 5punkorp, and be able to handle themselves in the wilder parts of space. Armed only with 20 million ISK and his enthusiastic personality, Dres went to work. For hours on end, Dres would listen to the intergalactic recruiting band, listend as

(oops, fell asleep working on ^ that part the other night....)

centerededgedesign wrote:ugh, shameless bump since it took me forever to find this....

amblin wrote:Have a sub-plot idea:

A translation matrix malfunction occurred*, so as Feafalas was greeting young Dres to the pilots lounge in his native Caldari tongue, the matrix mis-represented this as "I bum you in a friendly fashion." Dres, being a good hearted pod pilot by nature saw the humour in this and did his best to convey the source of his great mirth to Fea. Fea too found this hilarious, and a firm friendship was established, and the strange greeting between 5punkers remains to this day.
(* caused no doubt by the solar flare which forced these random peoples together, sheltering their ships from the ravage of the ion storms outside the station shields)

(or some such bollocks)