Echoes from the Void

The highlight of my EVE year? It wasn’t a massive fleet battle or billions in profit. It was the impossible extraction of my Carrier from the depths of a C5 wormhole. When I walked away from the game over a year ago, I packed everything I owned into the hangar of my capital ship and logged off, a steel tomb hidden in the void.

But the longing for the stars returned. Upon logging back in, reality hit me like a shockwave: I was stranded. No scout inside. No eyes on the connections. No help. I was blind in hostile space.

I made a radical decision: the rescue had to come from the outside. Armed with nothing but a fresh Alpha pilot, the search began. Nights turned into weeks, weeks into months. I scanned thousands of signatures, slipped through unstable holes, and narrowly escaped hunters lurking in the dark.

The mission lasted over a year until, on September 5th, 2025, the miracle happened: my scout found the target system. But the relief was short-lived. The entrance was a C1 wormhole—far too small for my Carrier. To make matters worse, an active corporation had moved in. I was an intruder in my own former home.

What followed was a nerve-wracking game of cat and mouse. Without a cloak, I had to launch every probe with surgical precision, constantly watching for the new residents. Then, on a silent Sunday morning, salvation appeared on the scanner: an XL wormhole leading directly to Lowsec!

My heart hammered against my ribs. My hands were slick with sweat. I logged in the lumbering Carrier. Three minutes felt like an eternity as the ship aligned toward the event horizon. A violent shudder, light distorted and then the hole collapsed behind me.

I was in Lowsec. I was safe. Alone, without any help, I had snatched my legacy from the jaws of Anoikis. A triumph I will never forget.