08 December 2009

Racing Spy #3

December 109, ISGC Season 4,
Between Races 5 and 6

It had been weeks since my racing interceptor had been scanned at a training session, by a friend. Only problem was, this friend was the owner of a rival racing team, had scanned me and Kay unawares while on a friendly flight.

To mend our friendship, I had entrusted him with something of incredible value. To get even, I had asked him to promise the impossible.

I had offered him a miracle and a curse. He took them both.

Oh boy.


Races 4 and 5 went by and ISGC had lifted Ken's suspension from racing; he had already brought the ship I gave him to a race already and much to everyone's surprise.

The cynics thought it was just a rumour, that it could not really be my beloved Wing; others really believed it was -and it was, mind you- and chided me for being too kind with Ken, after what he did.

Maybe I was too kind. But I also wanted to get back at him.

Yin. Yang.

In spite of everything I still wanted to remain friends with Ken so, sometimes, I invited him to tag along when I explored in my Covops. The idea was, I would go in and find a radar site, Ken would then warp his Domi in and deal with the Sansha rats, and finally I would hack and salvage.

That's how we ended up in lowsec Sukanan.

It seemed such a good idea at the time.

Making a long story short, there was this radar site that took ages to pinpoint, we were a bit careless... and ended up with me hastily cloaking and Ken warping out in his pod. Before that, I had no idea you could be probed out so fast.

I know what you are thinking but, no, it was not my doing. Too crude and, besides, we were genuinely making up.

Afterwards, he gave me the chance to speak at the Fed Navy for the dedication of his replacement Domi.

As I prepared, I could not help but notice the irony. It was him that was being too kind to me. I did not deserve it.

Damit, he did not deserve it.

That was what I had in mind when, blinded by reflectors in my eyes, in front of the assembled crew of the Enduring Friendship (awww) I made my way to the podium and read a passage from one of my favorite poems.

If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

People must have thought those were tears of emotion.

They... were, but not quite the one they would expect.


As soon as I got back from the ceremony I called some files to my desk.

"Mirror, mirror, may I see the files tagged dagger and twist please?"

The nice synth baritone voice replied "Quin, I do not have anything to show. Additional files may be available to you if you plug in, would you like to try again?"

He can be so discreet. "Yes please."

I plugged. Two files were conjured and appeared as if hovering over my desk. Anybody else would have seen me stare into thin air.

I checked the dagger file carefully to make sure it was what I was looking for. Anonymous contract for a mercenary hit on an Executioner-class racing frigate.

Yes, that one.

Ken had promised to race to win and had also promised to bring my ship back. No one, not even Ken himself expected to... but it was still possible. Unless one made sure that, ah, expectations would be met.

The twist file was a draft of a personal note where I explained everything: "Ken, it was me all along..."

Drive the dagger home. Then twist it.

But there was no need for it anymore. "Cancel the contract, discard both files and please confirm no backups remain."

"Quin, all done and confirmed."


We were even already, my friend and I.


((OOC: Now again, who says that roleplay is dead in this game?

Anyhow if you are wondering, we only got halfway there. Eventually, Ken himself withdrew from the season, returned my ship safely and would not race ever again. In the meantime, he wrote some short pieces of fiction based on this, which I think were beautiful.

There is some difference between what I am willing to do in-game and out-of-game. Ken's player became more and more absorbed by RL and at some point in time I felt that going ahead and hurting him in game would hurt him in RL. That was a no-no, so I just dropped it. A few months later the Ken character died in his sleep and was biomassed. I am still friends with the player or at least I like to think that.

I do not think I ever told him about the entire plan, I certainly did not warn him in advance of the RP angle. Yes Ken, I would have had my ship blown up from around you. Or maybe you would have surprised me, and I would have had to deal with the guilt. Real surprise gets you real emotions -> great RP. Now I can only wonder how this would have played.

What I do know is that by giving you the ship I loved the most, I did get to see some of the best RP I have seen, and most of it was actually for real.

In any case, if you are reading this I hope you can forgive me for being such an awful person. And enjoying it. Immensely. Thank you!))

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  1. I think about this incident rather frequently (the spying, not the loss of the Dominix), mainly when I have an urge to do something naughty in EVE just because I can, just because the game allows it. I have to remind myself of the Golden Rule, however, so I always wonder whether I would want the other player to do to me whatever thing I'm considering if our roles were reversed.

    Some people ask me why I play the game, given my distaste for PvP. I play for all of those good folks I've met along the way who, having every incentive to have their fun at the expense of mine, choose not to. I know that, in EVE, the good ones are good only by their own choice because the game doesn't force them to be so (indeed, it tempts them to the contrary). I know that what we do sometimes offends a player, a real person, rather than simply affecting pixels on a screen, and I treasure the ones who consider this in their greater concept of fun.

    I count spying on my friends as the most grievously offensive thing I've ever done in a game, so I find myself much more committed to considering how my actions might deprive other players of their enjoyment of the game or the fruits of their labors within it before clicking buttons simply because I can.

    -Kendar Zek, A Dead Spy

  2. OOCly speaking, I think the game is as much a playground as it is a sandbox and a stage. I am happy you found your niche in the playground.

    Me, I love this improvisation stage where you find flawed characters capable of doing both good and evil, and able to learn from their actions.

    So it is funny how you consider that incident your worst. As spectator and co-star, I think it was some of the best I have seen :)

  3. I'm diggin' your blog.


    How does one get started in the racing world? I may have to give it a shot.

  4. Thank you!

    ISRC is in between seasons so I will let you know when we are ready to go.

    If you really want to give it "a shot" then talk to Darina Rea, she is the captain of Dirtside and they actually shoot sometimes ;)

    But there are other kinds of racing, like House Rigel (high-sec sub-warp racing). You may want to talk to Julius Rigel ingame.

    Anyhow, thanks for your interest and I hope to see you race!

  5. Cool, thank you. I'll look into it.