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Chapter 1
Metempsychosis“
Man. It’s cold out here”, Fal thought. It had been 4 days since he had begun his new life in space and he had already mined enough tritanium ore to make a fortune. His personal wealth was at least 200,000 ISK. This officially made him the richest man he had ever known. But space was indeed very cold. And the temperature was about to drop even more as the day progressed.
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Aura, call up the market for this region,” Fal thought. It was still a new experience to think about something and make it happen.
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Narrow the results to the frigate class.”
“Very well, processing…” replied the hauntingly mellow computer. Stranger then not speaking himself was hearing a voice directly in his head, bypassing his ears completely. The list of various frigates slowly planted themselves across Fal’s field of view. He mused for a few seconds as he closed his eyes and opened them again, his view of the ships and their information switching between his regular eyesight and his mind’s eye.
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Ok, I wasn’t specific enough. Only display frigates of Minmatar design.”
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Hmm… organize a list of the Vigil class by price and distance from our current position. There. Put a purchase order for that one in Pator. Set destination and engage autopilot.”
Arriving in Pator, Fal docked his reaper at the station. He checked his Wealth/Liability/Expenses Tally v3.5 (WALLET for short) and saw the funds had been transferred for his new frigate already. He was now the proud owner of a new Vigil.
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Hm… I should go see my new ship up close. Aura prepare for extraction.”
Minutes later Fal was once again on solid ground. His body felt heavy at first, he was used to the lighter gravity of Ammold’s moons where he used to live. “This place is huge”, he thought to himself as he started down the docking ramp. Indeed, the station was designed to house battleship class vessels in its massive hangars. The sprawling hangar bay before him was vast, but relatively few people could be seen. Most were dock hands busy at work or corporate personnel busy ensuring work was being done. One of the Six Kin Development personnel greeted him as he stepped off the ramp.
“Saldhe, Mr. Falcione. I am Geork Fen, I’ll be attending to your hangar for the duration of your stay here.”
“Ve’lak Rakhel”, said Fal, returning the Sebiestor’s tribal greeting with his own tribe’s salutation. “Just call me Fal. I’ll never be used to anything as formal as ‘Mr.’”
“Well said. You can call me Geo. As I mentioned before I will be managing your hangar while you’re here. If there’s anything you need don’t hesitate to ask.”
Fal figured the man was being insincere.
He probably says that a thousand times a day… ahh well no helping it I guess. “You know there is one thing, I purchased a ship recently and I was wondering if you could help me find what hangar it’s in.”
“Ahh right the Vigil, don’t worry about that, we’ve already received notification from the vendor, and it’s on its way here. We’ll be delivering it shortly. It actually should have been here by now. I apologize for the delay”
“Don’t sweat it Geo, I’ve got some business to take care of here anyway. Could you tell me where your agent offices are?”
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