The Trial of Krimletch, Part 1

EVE is a wonderful sandbox game. It's full of possibilities. The limits are only that of your imagination (and the Code). After two years of playing EVE, Krimletch's imagination brought him here:

...Mining highsec ore in a Covetor. Needless to say, he hadn't gotten very far. Perhaps the miner was simply lacking in creativity. Fortunately for Krimletch, help was on the way--in the form of Agent Lord Mandelor, who killed him.

Unlike the primitive gankers of the pre-Order era, New Order Agents educate the miners they kill. Mandelor made sure Krimletch understood that he was not the victim of random violence. Krimletch had sealed his own fate by refusing to obey the Code. In spite of his rebellion, the miner was invited to put his crimes in the past and join the New Order family. Folks, it doesn't get any more civilized or sophisticated than this.

But the miner was not yet ready to join the future. Like the Veldspar he mined so greedily, Krimletch belonged to the Stone Age.

Then came the threats. Krimletch called his rescuer a "peasant" and warned he would be "tormented for the rest of his days". Never expect gratitude from a Goofus. It was time for a convo.

The Code tells us that the highsec miners are at the bottom of EVE's hierarchy. Krimletch didn't see it that way. If gankers are peasants, what do you call people who spend their time mining Veldspar in highsec with a Covetor? The aristocrats?

Krimletch was greeted by another Agent, GrifterEx. The miner claimed to be unaware of the New Order. Never heard of us. Then again, he doesn't appear to have discovered Kernite yet, either.

The former pilot of the mostly tech I fitted Covetor had all the money in the world. He had no problem paying, but wouldn't pay. He'd destroy the gankers with bounties! It was the ideal revenge plan for Krimletch, since it didn't require him to own a ship.

Years after I told the miners that the bounty system was useless, they still don't get it. If miners won't educate themselves, that leaves our Agents to do the job.

For someone who'd never heard of the New Order, Krimletch was quick to judge. He leveled the exact same accusations that other rebel miners have since the beginning. But if the New Order is like the mafia, why do the miners insult us and show such disrespect? Aren't defenseless civilians usually polite when they encounter the mafia?

For a brief moment, Krimletch had a glimmer in his eye: The idea of a vast anti-ganking movement to defeat the New Order.

However, Krimletch quickly dropped the idea in favor of calling our Agents "peasants" again. It's just as well. Defeating the New Order by organizing a successful anti-ganking movement is impossible. Repeatedly saying the word "peasant" is a much more realistic goal.

Nevertheless, Krimletch vowed revenge. At the very moment our Agents forgot about him, he would strike--or maybe put a bounty on them. This was standard rebel talk. Our Agents weren't satisfied. They didn't want another crazy rebel wandering around the asteroid belts; they wanted a voluntary payment of 10 million isk. And they were willing to go to great lengths to get it.

To be continued...