Every so often Nimestre Ressier, the internal security agent, sends capsuleers to Lisbaetanne under the cover of private contract to take care of sensitive matters the bureaucracy conveniently outsource. Lisbaetanne... no. Plunging into the playground of outlaws isn't worth the reward he promises. Just having declined a confrontation with religious fanatics, Dax Jr. was in no position to turn down a job, at least not right away. The agents like to bite more than they can chew, losing track of their dealings. In no less than four hours Nimestre won't even remember that Dax refused to cooperate. Why won't they plug in a memory implant like everyone else?
Dax slipped out of the station in his shuttle for he had a yearning to visit EVE gate. It was Thalis Malu, a friend at the University of Caille, who reminded him of what he had been putting off all this time. The navigation computer plotted out a course to the center of the known universe. He will have to make twenty one jumps through dangerous territory. This wasn't any ordinary landmark and through the years pirates have ambushed those on their pilgrimage to New Eden. Thus he made the switch to a clean clone, not out of reverence to the site he was about to visit but simply to avoid the loss of a full set of augmentations.
As expected pirate gangs roamed low security space but none came in the way of Dax. And there it was...
At first he thought he was staring at a sun. That billboard gave away its identity along with pilgrimage cargoes that littered the skies like constellations.
They say no ship can survive the storm surrounding the gate but Dax decided he'd take his chances. However no entity, not even the gate itself appeared on the overview as rumor has it that agents of Jove cloaked everything in its proximity. After hours of flight it became clear that the gate cannot be reached in sub warp speed.
Dax jettisoned a cargo, leaving his mark in New Eden.
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