Every day looks the same from the bottom of a coal mine. Every day starts in darkness and ends in darkness. Why do I think so? I am drifting in space, with no com, no radar, and no engine. I only have an old paper notebook and a piece of carbon. My name is Theo, this is my story.
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I started out young, fresh from college, reveling in life and new found glories. Being a cartographic technician I have a good understanding of placing extractor heads for mineral extraction. A much sought after skill, and I was proud!
My first contract was rather poor, in comparison to later contracts. A Pod pilot by the name of JJ Jones wanted assistance in placing a new extractor head on a plasma planet, in a nearby system. The ISK was enough to pay for my brother’s college and my parents a nice new home. It also paid for more than a few nights on the town.
Each contract brought in more than the last, and I partied and spent money like it was water. All good things must end. My third year of contracts took me two jumps from Jita, the trade capital of the known universe. It was heaven.
What I didn’t know, was my contracted pilot was WarDec’ed. We were shot out of the sky before anyone recovered from the jump. The pilot was so drunk, his Pod was also shot and his clone was activated. The rest of us mortals had to make due in a rapidly decompressing cargo container.
The two dancers were rescued almost immediately, never to be saw again. Being a scientist, and a mortal, I didn’t expect to survive. Praying to Gods that I had ignored for years, eventually I passed out from oxygen deprivation.
Waking up was difficult, the person doing it was yelling, screaming and slapping. I was alive, and then I was shackled. Shadows passed me by, and found myself again in a small poorly lit cargo pod. Apparently I was cargo, loaded with a stinking herd of cattle and bales of browning leaves.
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