((Copied from EVE-O forums, part one of a two, possibly three part series I will write))
Why did I agree to doing this again?
Math'ra strode through the grand halls of the Carthum station, ignoring the thousands of people hurrying about their business
I must be insane or something
He rounded a corner and entered a lift, punching a few buttons he made his way through the center of the station and towards the section he rented out
Women... they have such a powerful effect and they don't know it, or if they do they abuse the **** out of it.
He left the lift in the wake of a multitude of gaping face, they knew as well as he did only Capsuleers lived on this level.
Striding down an enourmous golden hall and eventually through a few smaller passages untill he reached his own place.
Smiling at the two large Khanid Cyberknights that guarded his apartment he let himself in, casting his eye around the main room to make sure it hadn't been touched.
Just as I left you, not that I expected any different
Slowly wandering across the large space he stepped into his personal chambers, taking no time to enjoy the golden and red walls or the numerous holo pictures displayed there, instead making for a hidden place, pressing the command pad in a specific sequence the hidden room opened from the right rear corner, a large portion of the wall sliding down to reveal a brilliant black suit on a manikin with a hybrid rifle leaning against it.
Hello old friend, I have need of you once again
Slowly and carefully removing all but his underclothes before slipping into the undersuit, carefully making sure it didn't obscure any of his implant sockets. After making sure the suit was on properly he began attaching the composite fibre/nanite armour plates to specific parts of the suit, taking exception care with the final piece of armour, this piece was the key as it jacked into most of the capsuleer implants and activated his control of the suit.
He shivered as his sense came alive with awareness of the suit and all of the trillions of nanites that helped cause it to work so effectively.
I never get used to that feeling, not matter how many times I do this, it never gets any easier.
Taking the helmet off the top of the stand and strapping the Custom made Kaalakiota Hybrid assault rifle to his back before grabbing the double hip holsters for his other two Kaalakiota pistols and strapping the belt to his waist and placing the guns there he donned a traditional Amarrian black cloak, easily covering his entire body and the rather special armour and armoury.
Retrieving a travel bag he left his chambers and headed down to his personal arms range, carefully collecting a few special items along with a large supply of hybrid ammunition he placed them in the bag with the suits helmet.
Now, to get out of here without causing a stir...
Smiling to himself as an idea came to him he called his two guards at the front
"Hector, Vurdan I need you both to do me a favour..."
Math'ra quickly outlayed the plan and recieved two affirmative responses, smiling some more he pulled the hood of the cloak over his face and headed out the front of the apartment.
Upon leaving Hector took the bag and Vurdan took Math'ra's rifle in his own arms, the appearance of a high ranking Admiral completed by the rank badge Math'ra now displayed on his chest he made his way through the station and towards his ship, the Amarr Navy Slicer christened the "Storm of Vengance"
Time to put this show on the road.
The Slicer slid out of station after the garbled and hasty replies of the docking manager confirming that an Admiral of the Imperial Navy was allowed to go as they pleased.
Laughing to himself he made a mental note to thank the actual owner of that radge badge one day, it had proved to be most usefull so far.
After making his way out of the station Math'ra set his course for a certain system in the Kingdom.
Time to go pay some poor bastards a visit they won't want to remember, and will be unable to forget
As always, the Slicer slid into warp and started eating the distance towards its destination.
the nineteen jumps that it took to reach the final destination passed without incident, the locals in the low-security area he now flew through showed no interest in a small Slicer that could easily evade all but the most hardened blockades with ease.
Almost makes you wonder if the Pirates have gotten soft.
He laughed to himself as he pushed the ship into one final warp that lead to a Royal Khanid Navy base in the middle of the lew-security system, upon reaching the docking point he was hailed by the station commander.
"Pilot Hiede, what is your intention here and what does the Ordo Magna want with us?"
"Nothing untoward Commander, its a pleasure to see you again as well"
"Nice, you have permission to land Hiede, but as always, I am watching you"
"I wouldn't have it any other way"
That merely caused the Commander to grunt as he guided the Slicer into his usual docking bay, leaving the fine position to the station tractorbeams this time as he left his capsule and re-equiped everything.
"the officer's ballroom... located upstairs elevator level 3...."
Thats where she said it was going to be, and at 20:00.
It's 18:50 now, so that gives me plenty of time...
Smirking to himself he pulled the helmet on firmly and sealed it off, integrating it with the rest of the suit as he loaded himself up with ammunition and a few special devices, once again donning the large black cloak, this time the Hybrid rifle would sit outside it and in clear view.
Exiting the ship he strode towards the nearest console and entered a command, pulling a small chip from a pocket he inserted it into the availiable slot.
Suddenly the entire docking bay went black and cries of alarm came up from surprised dock workers, chuckling to himself the helmets visor flared to life and a light amplified view of the docking bay around him was suddenly much more visible, silently walking out of the hangar and into the now darkened corridors of the station he sought out the room he was looking for.
This is almost too easy, either these people are just lax or I am in deep ****
After stopping breifly at another terminal to locate the exact position of the officers ballroom he made his way through the station, unseen and almost unheard by the scarce-few inhabitants of the lonely station.
Having no trouble in passing by the receptionist to the large formal room he made his way down through the room, noting the special seating arangements
Now comes the "fun" part.
Waiting for the lovely gentlemen and women whos evening I shall be intruding upon tonight.
Dropping the black cloak in the dark corner he chose he placed the Hybrid rifle under that and sat down.
After a minute or two he simply began to fade, the nanites in the suit reacting to his carefully measured commands and the active camouflage came into effect and his form became undistinquishable from the walls behind him.
Now I live my life in the shadows, or at least.
For a time.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Consequences of Life - Short Story
((Copied from EVE-Online Forums again!))
Of all the jobs I have done, the millions I have killed.... I never expected to have to do this ....
It had been about a week since the incident with the Scope Reporter, and following the leads he had been chasing it had led him here.
From the Federation, to the State and even through the Republic and back onto the Empire and the Mandate.
What cruel jest is this, me.... an Agent of ever-living death is sent on a mission of mercy
Taking with him the item the agent had given him, instead of placing it in the cargo hold like he would do with other objects for an agent mission, simply choosing to dump them in a container and leave the owners to retrieve it themselves.
No, this time he placed it securely in the captains chair of the bridge before suiting up and stepping into his Capsule.
I am used to taking lives... but going to the families of one I killed to give them their daughters last physical connection in the universe?
What sort of sick joke is this God?
Is this your way of keeping me human?
If it is, I have to say its working...
He slowly and carefully entered the capsule, immersing himself in the capsules nutrient fluid and making sure all the connections where in place and the mask securely attached.
Mentally sighing to himself the ran a gentle mental caress over the Amarr Navy Slicers systems, bringing them to life in the usual sequence and as always the ship responded with a warm buzz, telling him that everything was in perfect working in order and ready to be used for its deadly purpose
Not this time my friend, this time we are simply couriers for a greater being
Ejecting a camera drone so as to view his ship from the insides of the Matari designed station station, speaking briefly with the docking manager he gained permission to undock and guided his ship through the bowels of the station and out into space, greeted by a flash of the Red-Gold sun of the Ammatar system.
It's like the entire system is in mourning, glowing the colours of the Mandate....
Bringing up the co-ordinates to the mining station the woman's family lived in, an encoded message from the Agent sprung onto his display in front of him.
"Math'ra Hiede, as a capsuleer you are an agent of death.
It is time to show you people what you cause to billions of people out there, every time you murder someone a family mourns their loss.
It's time to show you the consequences of life."
Damn that man, he has the information I need and yet he insists on doing this to me
God you really are one cruel bastard
Sending the co-ordinates of the deadspace outpost to the warpdrive he threw the Slicer into warp with an unusual vengeance, simply venting a bit of his anger on the ship.
It groaned as he pushed the ship almost too hard and instantly regret ed doing the childish thing.
That's a rookies mistake, let their emotions get a hold of them when on a mission.
Come on Math, your better than that.
Calm and collected, like the Admiral always said
The flight was short, the system itself wasn't very large and it didn't take long for his ship to make the distance.
Coming out of the warp tunnel and into view of the Asteroid station a lump caught in his throat.
Is this how the Admiral felt when he came home to tell my family of fathers death?
Shaking the morose thought out of his mind the flew the twenty kilometres to the hangar bay at a sedate pace, at ten kilometres he was hailed by the station commander and asked to explain his presence.
Carefully explaining that he was on a mission for the Mandate and that he would not destroy anything he was granted permission to land, blessedly it was only a short distance from the habitat that the family resided in.
Here comes the hard part...
After docking the Slicer safely and shutting down all the systems he ejected himself from the Capsule and headed to the on board showers.
No matter how good the station side ones might have been it was still a risk he wasn't taking today.
I don't want to walk away with some rare disease that I might catch from these people
Dressing himself in his dark black outfit he decided to leave his two guns inboard, he wouldn't need them today.
Instead strapping the twelve inch blade that Hitome had given him for his birthday.
Checking himself in a mirror he pulled his long black hair into a ponytail behind his head, nodding to himself he walked to the bridge and retrieved the item.
A small doll that the woman he had murdered had with he since the day she entered into service with the Ammatar.
Making his way off the ship and through the bowels of the station, the men and women he passed stared in awe as his unhidden capsule implants shone in the dim light, a few bowed before him as they recognised the small rank badge on his shoulder as that of an Archon of the Ordo Magna.
Reaching the habitat that the family owned he pressed a button and checked to see if they where home.
They where and an elderly couple answered it, both with apprehensive faces.
The elder man spoke first.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Oh lovely, he has an attitude as well.
"I am Archon Math'ra Hiede of the Ordo Magna, and I am here to deliver you some bad news... about your daughter."
He raised his hands and held the doll flat across his open palms so the elderly parents could see the item.
Almost as soon as it had come into view the woman burst into tears and the man's face went pale and shook, but didn't break.
"I think, Archon, you had best come inside."
Simply nodding Math'ra ducked his large frame through the doorway and followed the grieving couple through the simple habitats hallway and into their decent sized living room.
"How did you come by this Archon?"
"I was given it by your daughters master, he wanted to return to you the only physical remains of your daughter"
The man was obviously shaken, and hearing that his daughters body would never come home nearly broke him, although testament to the old mans strength he didn't cry and his voice barely tremored.
"What happened?"
"She was sent of a covert mission for the mandate, she was to infiltrate a smuggling ring and take over it so as to disrupt the Minmatar local system it operated in"
"And?"
"A Capsuleer, following a trail through Republic space bartered for some information and in return was told this Smuggling operation was the price if he wanted that information. In no uncertain terms he flew to the location provided and destroyed every single vessel in sight, along with most of the station housing the crews on board."
The mans face grew hard as he listened and the woman stopped crying, turning to look at Math'ra with a gaping mouth.
Math'ra ignored these changes and continued
"The only thing I ever knew about your daughter was how exceptionally well she flew her ship, It was one of the most difficult fights I had been in since beginning this chase and whatever I may have done, you should be proud of you daughter."
"I understand"
Math'ra nearly did a double take, he had been prepared for many things, but not for them to say they understood, and not only was it not the father, it was the mother who had spoken.
"Archon, I see that you may not understand my words, but hear me out.
Our daughter was born to a poor destitute family, we couldn't afford to raise her and maintain our place in this colony.
So we sent her to our master in the hope she would become something great. And she was, she was a captain of a starship and exceeded all our hopes and dreams, although she will never come home now we can take solace in the fact she was truly gifted and we can remember that of her"
Shocked Math'ra simply stood there, his face blank and still quite surprised'
"Please, would you like to say and have something?"
Regaining a measure of control he forced a smile
"I am sorry, but I cannot.
I am overdue all ready, but please take this as my own personal way of saying sorry"
He drew out his datapad and typed a few commands in, still smiling he placed it on the table infront of the couple.
"It isn't a gift of anything more than a new life, if you both choose I can raise you from this place you live in and give you a home on any planet inside the Mandate, Empire or even the Kingdom."
The couple simply looked at him and smiled, the elderly man turned to his wife and nodded, she nodded in return and turned to Math'ra
"Your offer is kind, and it shows you are a rare find in a capsuleer, you still have your heart.
But we cannot take this offer, we cannot take anything from you without being constantly reminded of our loss"
"As you wish, although if you have ever any need of anything.."
Math'ra tapped the datapad.
"Use that to contact me, and I will do whatever it is inside my power to help"
"Thank you"
With that Math'ra smiled at took his leave, wandering through the station untill he reached his Ship again, tipping the station about a thousand more ISK than they asked for he went aboard and found the captains chair on the bridge.
And there he sat crying for hours.
That was the consequence of life.
Of all the jobs I have done, the millions I have killed.... I never expected to have to do this ....
It had been about a week since the incident with the Scope Reporter, and following the leads he had been chasing it had led him here.
From the Federation, to the State and even through the Republic and back onto the Empire and the Mandate.
What cruel jest is this, me.... an Agent of ever-living death is sent on a mission of mercy
Taking with him the item the agent had given him, instead of placing it in the cargo hold like he would do with other objects for an agent mission, simply choosing to dump them in a container and leave the owners to retrieve it themselves.
No, this time he placed it securely in the captains chair of the bridge before suiting up and stepping into his Capsule.
I am used to taking lives... but going to the families of one I killed to give them their daughters last physical connection in the universe?
What sort of sick joke is this God?
Is this your way of keeping me human?
If it is, I have to say its working...
He slowly and carefully entered the capsule, immersing himself in the capsules nutrient fluid and making sure all the connections where in place and the mask securely attached.
Mentally sighing to himself the ran a gentle mental caress over the Amarr Navy Slicers systems, bringing them to life in the usual sequence and as always the ship responded with a warm buzz, telling him that everything was in perfect working in order and ready to be used for its deadly purpose
Not this time my friend, this time we are simply couriers for a greater being
Ejecting a camera drone so as to view his ship from the insides of the Matari designed station station, speaking briefly with the docking manager he gained permission to undock and guided his ship through the bowels of the station and out into space, greeted by a flash of the Red-Gold sun of the Ammatar system.
It's like the entire system is in mourning, glowing the colours of the Mandate....
Bringing up the co-ordinates to the mining station the woman's family lived in, an encoded message from the Agent sprung onto his display in front of him.
"Math'ra Hiede, as a capsuleer you are an agent of death.
It is time to show you people what you cause to billions of people out there, every time you murder someone a family mourns their loss.
It's time to show you the consequences of life."
Damn that man, he has the information I need and yet he insists on doing this to me
God you really are one cruel bastard
Sending the co-ordinates of the deadspace outpost to the warpdrive he threw the Slicer into warp with an unusual vengeance, simply venting a bit of his anger on the ship.
It groaned as he pushed the ship almost too hard and instantly regret ed doing the childish thing.
That's a rookies mistake, let their emotions get a hold of them when on a mission.
Come on Math, your better than that.
Calm and collected, like the Admiral always said
The flight was short, the system itself wasn't very large and it didn't take long for his ship to make the distance.
Coming out of the warp tunnel and into view of the Asteroid station a lump caught in his throat.
Is this how the Admiral felt when he came home to tell my family of fathers death?
Shaking the morose thought out of his mind the flew the twenty kilometres to the hangar bay at a sedate pace, at ten kilometres he was hailed by the station commander and asked to explain his presence.
Carefully explaining that he was on a mission for the Mandate and that he would not destroy anything he was granted permission to land, blessedly it was only a short distance from the habitat that the family resided in.
Here comes the hard part...
After docking the Slicer safely and shutting down all the systems he ejected himself from the Capsule and headed to the on board showers.
No matter how good the station side ones might have been it was still a risk he wasn't taking today.
I don't want to walk away with some rare disease that I might catch from these people
Dressing himself in his dark black outfit he decided to leave his two guns inboard, he wouldn't need them today.
Instead strapping the twelve inch blade that Hitome had given him for his birthday.
Checking himself in a mirror he pulled his long black hair into a ponytail behind his head, nodding to himself he walked to the bridge and retrieved the item.
A small doll that the woman he had murdered had with he since the day she entered into service with the Ammatar.
Making his way off the ship and through the bowels of the station, the men and women he passed stared in awe as his unhidden capsule implants shone in the dim light, a few bowed before him as they recognised the small rank badge on his shoulder as that of an Archon of the Ordo Magna.
Reaching the habitat that the family owned he pressed a button and checked to see if they where home.
They where and an elderly couple answered it, both with apprehensive faces.
The elder man spoke first.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Oh lovely, he has an attitude as well.
"I am Archon Math'ra Hiede of the Ordo Magna, and I am here to deliver you some bad news... about your daughter."
He raised his hands and held the doll flat across his open palms so the elderly parents could see the item.
Almost as soon as it had come into view the woman burst into tears and the man's face went pale and shook, but didn't break.
"I think, Archon, you had best come inside."
Simply nodding Math'ra ducked his large frame through the doorway and followed the grieving couple through the simple habitats hallway and into their decent sized living room.
"How did you come by this Archon?"
"I was given it by your daughters master, he wanted to return to you the only physical remains of your daughter"
The man was obviously shaken, and hearing that his daughters body would never come home nearly broke him, although testament to the old mans strength he didn't cry and his voice barely tremored.
"What happened?"
"She was sent of a covert mission for the mandate, she was to infiltrate a smuggling ring and take over it so as to disrupt the Minmatar local system it operated in"
"And?"
"A Capsuleer, following a trail through Republic space bartered for some information and in return was told this Smuggling operation was the price if he wanted that information. In no uncertain terms he flew to the location provided and destroyed every single vessel in sight, along with most of the station housing the crews on board."
The mans face grew hard as he listened and the woman stopped crying, turning to look at Math'ra with a gaping mouth.
Math'ra ignored these changes and continued
"The only thing I ever knew about your daughter was how exceptionally well she flew her ship, It was one of the most difficult fights I had been in since beginning this chase and whatever I may have done, you should be proud of you daughter."
"I understand"
Math'ra nearly did a double take, he had been prepared for many things, but not for them to say they understood, and not only was it not the father, it was the mother who had spoken.
"Archon, I see that you may not understand my words, but hear me out.
Our daughter was born to a poor destitute family, we couldn't afford to raise her and maintain our place in this colony.
So we sent her to our master in the hope she would become something great. And she was, she was a captain of a starship and exceeded all our hopes and dreams, although she will never come home now we can take solace in the fact she was truly gifted and we can remember that of her"
Shocked Math'ra simply stood there, his face blank and still quite surprised'
"Please, would you like to say and have something?"
Regaining a measure of control he forced a smile
"I am sorry, but I cannot.
I am overdue all ready, but please take this as my own personal way of saying sorry"
He drew out his datapad and typed a few commands in, still smiling he placed it on the table infront of the couple.
"It isn't a gift of anything more than a new life, if you both choose I can raise you from this place you live in and give you a home on any planet inside the Mandate, Empire or even the Kingdom."
The couple simply looked at him and smiled, the elderly man turned to his wife and nodded, she nodded in return and turned to Math'ra
"Your offer is kind, and it shows you are a rare find in a capsuleer, you still have your heart.
But we cannot take this offer, we cannot take anything from you without being constantly reminded of our loss"
"As you wish, although if you have ever any need of anything.."
Math'ra tapped the datapad.
"Use that to contact me, and I will do whatever it is inside my power to help"
"Thank you"
With that Math'ra smiled at took his leave, wandering through the station untill he reached his Ship again, tipping the station about a thousand more ISK than they asked for he went aboard and found the captains chair on the bridge.
And there he sat crying for hours.
That was the consequence of life.
A Dance with Death - Short Story
((Copied from the EVE-Online Forums where they where originally posted))
A Scope Reporter in trouble with a fringe organisation... why does that not surprise me in the slightest.
These where Math'ra Hiede's thoughts as his Amarr Navy Slicer slide out of dock with a practiced ease of doing it a million times.
I just hope she doesn't end up like the last few people this agent sent me to pick up.
He mentally sent the co-ordinates through to the warpdrive and alligned the powerful frigate towards the designated direction, feeling a small rush as it accelerated brutally into warp.
What is it with overly nosey females and getting into trouble...
He mentally scrolled through the control menus for the Slicer, the new navy mods had optimised the perfomance of every single system on the ship, he had even splashed out and bought some rigging kits and rare pirate modifications for the armor systems and the afterburner.
Time to see if that hard earned ISK was worth spending or not I guess
He watched as the projected distance remaining swiftly went down as he neared the exit of the warp tunnel
Why the Mordus Legion anyway, whats so interesting about them that makes you want to risk your neck to go delve where you shouldn't be?
He calmly maintained control of the Slicer as it smoothly came out of the warp tunnel, launching his camera drone to view the scene.
Zooming out he observed the deadspace pocket the reporter was hiding at, expecting to find an awaiting frigate safely obscured by some asteroid belt.
finding neither a frigate or an asteroid belt upon a quick visual scan he zoomed in on a large gas cloud.
Oh lovely, she has to go and get a freighter shot up as well.
I wonder how many people she got killed for that little escapade, or even if she is still alive.
Mentally sighing he pulled the camera drone back into a close trail behind his Slicer as he activated the pirate afterburner and deftly accelerated the ship into a cruise that would cover the 50 kilometres in a mater of seconds.
I really have to thank that dealer for this bit of kit, I clock just over a kilometre a second with this baby, thats entering into Microwarp teritory...
He allowed himself a moment to savour the thought before the large broken hull entered his vision.
The interstellar freighter was in large chunks, most of the aft section was perforated with holes that could have only been delivered by high calibre Battleship rounds
I hope that those battleships have left, this Slicer is tough... but not THAT tough
Cutting out the Afterburner he slowly flew closer at a couple of meters per second, carefully observing the extensive damage with his camera drone as his deadspace local comm-channel blinked.
"Hey Capsuleer, over the port side I am waiting on the airlock Theta-VII!"
Chuckling to himself he didn't bother to respond to the reporter, her face displaying as a little holo square on his com channel.
He simply directing the ship through a twisted maze of metal that was once the interior of the ship.
Pulling along side the airlock that the Reporter said to meet her at he sent the commands through the ship and carefully moved his own starboard side docking port inline with the ships port.
Focusing the camera drone on this area so as to get a better view he slid into place, extending the boarding tunnel for the reporter to board the ship on.
"Finally! What took you so long!
Look, I have Mordus Legion pirates following me, get me to a safe station and we will talk about getting you this information"
Mordus Legion? Information?
Something inside him squirmed as he got the mental feeling he was being played like a harp.
Then, as he was barely finished thinking a small squad of Mordus Frigates dropped out of warp right ontop of the derelict freighter.
The local comms blinked again, this time with a dark civire face of a Mordus Legion Captain standing on the bridge of a Kestrel-Class Caldari Frigate.
Thank God they arn't capsuleers.
The course voice of the Mordus Legion captain came across the comms
"Caris Risia, you are still alive?"
"I am, no thanks to you or your crews!"
"Well we you are listed as a criminal in our database, your drivel about a drone wasn't believable when you came through first, and it certainly isn't now.
Prepare to die Caris"
Cursing to himself mentally he turned his attention to the Reporter, who was still standing in the wrecked ship yelling into the Comms, getting fed up with the useless Reporter he projected his voice into the boarding tunnel and into the room where she was standing.
"Get your arse into my ship now if you value your life! AND I MEAN NOW!"
Galvanised into action by his powerful voice the reporter turned, and seemed to finall notice the boarind ramp, dashing onto is as Math'ra observed his overview.
It displayed a small formation of Caldari designed frigates, four Merlin-Class Frigates and four more Kestrel-Classes which where holding at range, simply prepared to hurl missiles from a distance as the Merlins did the dirty work for them.
Well. I wonder if they are prepared for the full force of a trained capsuleer and a veteran of the Imperial Navy
Quickly checking that the Reporter was safely in the cargo bay he withdrew the connection lines with the destroyed Freighter as a private channel blinked open.
"We have no quarell with you pilot, however we will not hesitate to destroy you if you do not hand over your cargo."
"Captain, I respect your opinions, but I must respectully decline, this cargo is worth more to me than your lives, and those of your crew."
"So be it."
And with that the comm channel closed and he was suddenly aware of the notification of eight locking tones.
May your souls be carried to heaven and God grant them mercy
As the first Hybrid rounds slammed into the Slicers shields he pushed the ship into a hard acceleration, activating the Afterburner and bringing himself around on a tight orbit of the first Merlin.
Carefully monitering the other seven vessels, the three Merlins with blasters and rockets diving out of his intercept path, still spewing antimatter and explosive rockets while they attacked. The four kestrels launched their first volley of missiles, all tuned for Electro-Magnetic damage.
Wincing mentally he pushed the Slicer into a straight line and activated his guns in a vain attempt to do some damage to the Merlin he was chasing as he tried to evade the missile volley.
The manuevre failed him, not gaining enough speed or range the EM tuned Missiles evaporated what was left of the Slicers shields
Well time to surprise them, I doubt there where expecting this...
Math'ra pulled his ship into a reverse spin, letting it slide backwards through space as he re-loaded the guns for Scorch ammunition and acquired a lock on the nearest Merlin, now just over eleven Kilometres away.
Rest in pieces scum
The three brand new Tech Two Pulse lasers flared into life, the power of their laserbeam increased further by an amplification matrix taken directly from the Amarr Navy.
In two short burts the first Merlin exploded.
The port wing sliced clean off with one of the lasers, the other hitting the warp core and instantly vaporising the hull.
By now the three other Merlins had closed to within four kilometres and where peppering the armor plating with their salvos.
And trick number two... the pirate mod that cost more than a months wages...
With a sharp mental command, the armour repair systems sprang to life and the incomprehendable nanite swarm slithered in waves over the armour plating, and within seconds notified him that it was at full integrity again.
Grinning to himself inside the Capsule he pushed the Slicer into a complicated dance, twisting and pushing his ship through harder, faster and infinitely more complex turns that the Merlins could manage with a convential crew.
Coming out of a corkscrew that brought him ontop of one Merlin he again fired the pulse lasers and their amplified beams of pure energy sliced through the shields and hull in the time it took the ship to react to his surprising appearance, burning holes down through the decks in a small trifecta, the beams breached the reactor core and again the ship exploded in a magestic fireball for the mere second it took the oxygen to be burnt.
Casting a thought for the crew he threw his ship in a loop through the wreckage of the Merlin, bits of metal pinging against his hull like tiny needles against a wall and another volley of EM missiles streaked through the space and impacted on the armour plates, the nanites easily repairing the damage almost as soon as it was inflicted.
Spotting a golden oportunity as the two remaining Merlins pulled away in a counter loop that would bring both of them ontop of him he reversed thrust and stopped his ship dead in space, the ships crews not able to compensate for the swift changes he was able to pull off pulled out of the loop and around in a formation turn, Math'ra appplied a vectored thrust and alligned himself with the two frigates.
Sending purple beams of death through the space the explosion from the first Merlin pushed the second off course, adjusting only slightly Math'ra quickly despatched the final Merlin.
Offering a small prayer for the captains and crew of the vessels, he pushed his ship into a lazy loop to bring him back in line with the four remaining frigates.
Upon completing the turn he almost physically blinked inside his capsule, they where running away?
Since when did the Legion recruit such poor material...
Accelerating his Slicer to roughly four times the velocity of the retreating frigates he easily caught and destroyed the one on the far right side of the line they had formed, causing the remaining three to peel off in different directions as he swooped and dived, taking almost no time to destroy two more of the slower and less refined Kestrels as the missiles they fired where left to slam against the hull of the dead freightor as the twisted around the now very close wreck.
The local comms blinked again, the same captain was apparently trying to beg for mercy.
You don't get mercy when you try and kill me, you only get death.
He didn't even say this to the captain, he simply pulled his Slicer into one final turn and rounded on the bridge of the Kestrel.
Math'ra could have sworn he saw the face of the captain go pale as the guns flashed and ended the lives aboard the final frigate.
"Hey... can you get me to a sta- (A stomach wrenching sound is heard) Station now..."
The weak voice of the reporter came over the internal comms, apparently quite unwell from the incredible moves a proper capsuleer can perform.
"As you wish Ms. Risia, and I do hope your stomach can take more than a gentle cruise."
All he heard in reply was a whimper as the pushed the Slicer into warp and back through space towards the safety of a station.
A Scope Reporter in trouble with a fringe organisation... why does that not surprise me in the slightest.
These where Math'ra Hiede's thoughts as his Amarr Navy Slicer slide out of dock with a practiced ease of doing it a million times.
I just hope she doesn't end up like the last few people this agent sent me to pick up.
He mentally sent the co-ordinates through to the warpdrive and alligned the powerful frigate towards the designated direction, feeling a small rush as it accelerated brutally into warp.
What is it with overly nosey females and getting into trouble...
He mentally scrolled through the control menus for the Slicer, the new navy mods had optimised the perfomance of every single system on the ship, he had even splashed out and bought some rigging kits and rare pirate modifications for the armor systems and the afterburner.
Time to see if that hard earned ISK was worth spending or not I guess
He watched as the projected distance remaining swiftly went down as he neared the exit of the warp tunnel
Why the Mordus Legion anyway, whats so interesting about them that makes you want to risk your neck to go delve where you shouldn't be?
He calmly maintained control of the Slicer as it smoothly came out of the warp tunnel, launching his camera drone to view the scene.
Zooming out he observed the deadspace pocket the reporter was hiding at, expecting to find an awaiting frigate safely obscured by some asteroid belt.
finding neither a frigate or an asteroid belt upon a quick visual scan he zoomed in on a large gas cloud.
Oh lovely, she has to go and get a freighter shot up as well.
I wonder how many people she got killed for that little escapade, or even if she is still alive.
Mentally sighing he pulled the camera drone back into a close trail behind his Slicer as he activated the pirate afterburner and deftly accelerated the ship into a cruise that would cover the 50 kilometres in a mater of seconds.
I really have to thank that dealer for this bit of kit, I clock just over a kilometre a second with this baby, thats entering into Microwarp teritory...
He allowed himself a moment to savour the thought before the large broken hull entered his vision.
The interstellar freighter was in large chunks, most of the aft section was perforated with holes that could have only been delivered by high calibre Battleship rounds
I hope that those battleships have left, this Slicer is tough... but not THAT tough
Cutting out the Afterburner he slowly flew closer at a couple of meters per second, carefully observing the extensive damage with his camera drone as his deadspace local comm-channel blinked.
"Hey Capsuleer, over the port side I am waiting on the airlock Theta-VII!"
Chuckling to himself he didn't bother to respond to the reporter, her face displaying as a little holo square on his com channel.
He simply directing the ship through a twisted maze of metal that was once the interior of the ship.
Pulling along side the airlock that the Reporter said to meet her at he sent the commands through the ship and carefully moved his own starboard side docking port inline with the ships port.
Focusing the camera drone on this area so as to get a better view he slid into place, extending the boarding tunnel for the reporter to board the ship on.
"Finally! What took you so long!
Look, I have Mordus Legion pirates following me, get me to a safe station and we will talk about getting you this information"
Mordus Legion? Information?
Something inside him squirmed as he got the mental feeling he was being played like a harp.
Then, as he was barely finished thinking a small squad of Mordus Frigates dropped out of warp right ontop of the derelict freighter.
The local comms blinked again, this time with a dark civire face of a Mordus Legion Captain standing on the bridge of a Kestrel-Class Caldari Frigate.
Thank God they arn't capsuleers.
The course voice of the Mordus Legion captain came across the comms
"Caris Risia, you are still alive?"
"I am, no thanks to you or your crews!"
"Well we you are listed as a criminal in our database, your drivel about a drone wasn't believable when you came through first, and it certainly isn't now.
Prepare to die Caris"
Cursing to himself mentally he turned his attention to the Reporter, who was still standing in the wrecked ship yelling into the Comms, getting fed up with the useless Reporter he projected his voice into the boarding tunnel and into the room where she was standing.
"Get your arse into my ship now if you value your life! AND I MEAN NOW!"
Galvanised into action by his powerful voice the reporter turned, and seemed to finall notice the boarind ramp, dashing onto is as Math'ra observed his overview.
It displayed a small formation of Caldari designed frigates, four Merlin-Class Frigates and four more Kestrel-Classes which where holding at range, simply prepared to hurl missiles from a distance as the Merlins did the dirty work for them.
Well. I wonder if they are prepared for the full force of a trained capsuleer and a veteran of the Imperial Navy
Quickly checking that the Reporter was safely in the cargo bay he withdrew the connection lines with the destroyed Freighter as a private channel blinked open.
"We have no quarell with you pilot, however we will not hesitate to destroy you if you do not hand over your cargo."
"Captain, I respect your opinions, but I must respectully decline, this cargo is worth more to me than your lives, and those of your crew."
"So be it."
And with that the comm channel closed and he was suddenly aware of the notification of eight locking tones.
May your souls be carried to heaven and God grant them mercy
As the first Hybrid rounds slammed into the Slicers shields he pushed the ship into a hard acceleration, activating the Afterburner and bringing himself around on a tight orbit of the first Merlin.
Carefully monitering the other seven vessels, the three Merlins with blasters and rockets diving out of his intercept path, still spewing antimatter and explosive rockets while they attacked. The four kestrels launched their first volley of missiles, all tuned for Electro-Magnetic damage.
Wincing mentally he pushed the Slicer into a straight line and activated his guns in a vain attempt to do some damage to the Merlin he was chasing as he tried to evade the missile volley.
The manuevre failed him, not gaining enough speed or range the EM tuned Missiles evaporated what was left of the Slicers shields
Well time to surprise them, I doubt there where expecting this...
Math'ra pulled his ship into a reverse spin, letting it slide backwards through space as he re-loaded the guns for Scorch ammunition and acquired a lock on the nearest Merlin, now just over eleven Kilometres away.
Rest in pieces scum
The three brand new Tech Two Pulse lasers flared into life, the power of their laserbeam increased further by an amplification matrix taken directly from the Amarr Navy.
In two short burts the first Merlin exploded.
The port wing sliced clean off with one of the lasers, the other hitting the warp core and instantly vaporising the hull.
By now the three other Merlins had closed to within four kilometres and where peppering the armor plating with their salvos.
And trick number two... the pirate mod that cost more than a months wages...
With a sharp mental command, the armour repair systems sprang to life and the incomprehendable nanite swarm slithered in waves over the armour plating, and within seconds notified him that it was at full integrity again.
Grinning to himself inside the Capsule he pushed the Slicer into a complicated dance, twisting and pushing his ship through harder, faster and infinitely more complex turns that the Merlins could manage with a convential crew.
Coming out of a corkscrew that brought him ontop of one Merlin he again fired the pulse lasers and their amplified beams of pure energy sliced through the shields and hull in the time it took the ship to react to his surprising appearance, burning holes down through the decks in a small trifecta, the beams breached the reactor core and again the ship exploded in a magestic fireball for the mere second it took the oxygen to be burnt.
Casting a thought for the crew he threw his ship in a loop through the wreckage of the Merlin, bits of metal pinging against his hull like tiny needles against a wall and another volley of EM missiles streaked through the space and impacted on the armour plates, the nanites easily repairing the damage almost as soon as it was inflicted.
Spotting a golden oportunity as the two remaining Merlins pulled away in a counter loop that would bring both of them ontop of him he reversed thrust and stopped his ship dead in space, the ships crews not able to compensate for the swift changes he was able to pull off pulled out of the loop and around in a formation turn, Math'ra appplied a vectored thrust and alligned himself with the two frigates.
Sending purple beams of death through the space the explosion from the first Merlin pushed the second off course, adjusting only slightly Math'ra quickly despatched the final Merlin.
Offering a small prayer for the captains and crew of the vessels, he pushed his ship into a lazy loop to bring him back in line with the four remaining frigates.
Upon completing the turn he almost physically blinked inside his capsule, they where running away?
Since when did the Legion recruit such poor material...
Accelerating his Slicer to roughly four times the velocity of the retreating frigates he easily caught and destroyed the one on the far right side of the line they had formed, causing the remaining three to peel off in different directions as he swooped and dived, taking almost no time to destroy two more of the slower and less refined Kestrels as the missiles they fired where left to slam against the hull of the dead freightor as the twisted around the now very close wreck.
The local comms blinked again, the same captain was apparently trying to beg for mercy.
You don't get mercy when you try and kill me, you only get death.
He didn't even say this to the captain, he simply pulled his Slicer into one final turn and rounded on the bridge of the Kestrel.
Math'ra could have sworn he saw the face of the captain go pale as the guns flashed and ended the lives aboard the final frigate.
"Hey... can you get me to a sta- (A stomach wrenching sound is heard) Station now..."
The weak voice of the reporter came over the internal comms, apparently quite unwell from the incredible moves a proper capsuleer can perform.
"As you wish Ms. Risia, and I do hope your stomach can take more than a gentle cruise."
All he heard in reply was a whimper as the pushed the Slicer into warp and back through space towards the safety of a station.
Monday, July 20, 2009
20-07-111YC - Dark Horizons
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I think I have to admit I am rubbish at writing a journal consistently.
It has been what, nearly 1 1/2 months since I last wrote here?
I guess that's pretty pathetic, but oh well.
A quick update is in order then..
Things with Reimei have slowed down it seems, the man must have given up on his crazy crusade to get himself killed.
Although I haven't actually spoken to him much recently.
I am sure there is alot of other important things that have happened recently, but I can't seem to remember them right now.
The Ordo has come under fire though.
The White Rose Society has declared war on us and we are nearly two weeks into active engagements, the stupid Sansha loyalists think they have a serious chance.
Although losses have been semi-prominent on both sides, although the Roses have lost much more than us.
I suffered my first loss of the war today.
A small Crusader-Class Interceptor was lost to a Taranis that was specifically designed to destroy me, and yet with the final readings I received before the ship disintegrated it showed that the Taranis was badly damaged, with large sections of the ship perforated by laser blasts.
I admit, I enjoyed the conflict - the adrenaline rush from the test of skill made me forget some of the more key aspects of interceptor piloting but alas, one learns from ones mistakes.
I am running desperately short of ISK though, which is curbing my enthusiasm to fight and risk the highly expensive ships and crew under my command.
Hopefully my latest sojourn into W-Space will pay solidly enough that I can afford to be a little more adventurous with how and with what I engage in.
In closely related news I am currently the effective head of the Geburah order.
Ironic that I am put in this position so soon after reaching my current rank.
It makes me wonder if Solen had this planned, and was one of the reasons for my rapid advancement.
I passed by my homeworld today actually, Kihtaled II.
I was passing by after finally scanning down the exit wormhole from where I was exploring.
Although due to the war I couldn't stop and visit everyone down there without risking a planetary incursion by Sansha forces.
I think I will have to make a point of visiting after this mess is cleaned up.
Yes, yes thats a good idea.
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I think I have to admit I am rubbish at writing a journal consistently.
It has been what, nearly 1 1/2 months since I last wrote here?
I guess that's pretty pathetic, but oh well.
A quick update is in order then..
Things with Reimei have slowed down it seems, the man must have given up on his crazy crusade to get himself killed.
Although I haven't actually spoken to him much recently.
I am sure there is alot of other important things that have happened recently, but I can't seem to remember them right now.
The Ordo has come under fire though.
The White Rose Society has declared war on us and we are nearly two weeks into active engagements, the stupid Sansha loyalists think they have a serious chance.
Although losses have been semi-prominent on both sides, although the Roses have lost much more than us.
I suffered my first loss of the war today.
A small Crusader-Class Interceptor was lost to a Taranis that was specifically designed to destroy me, and yet with the final readings I received before the ship disintegrated it showed that the Taranis was badly damaged, with large sections of the ship perforated by laser blasts.
I admit, I enjoyed the conflict - the adrenaline rush from the test of skill made me forget some of the more key aspects of interceptor piloting but alas, one learns from ones mistakes.
I am running desperately short of ISK though, which is curbing my enthusiasm to fight and risk the highly expensive ships and crew under my command.
Hopefully my latest sojourn into W-Space will pay solidly enough that I can afford to be a little more adventurous with how and with what I engage in.
In closely related news I am currently the effective head of the Geburah order.
Ironic that I am put in this position so soon after reaching my current rank.
It makes me wonder if Solen had this planned, and was one of the reasons for my rapid advancement.
I passed by my homeworld today actually, Kihtaled II.
I was passing by after finally scanning down the exit wormhole from where I was exploring.
Although due to the war I couldn't stop and visit everyone down there without risking a planetary incursion by Sansha forces.
I think I will have to make a point of visiting after this mess is cleaned up.
Yes, yes thats a good idea.
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Monday, June 8, 2009
08-06-111YC - Bittersweet Poison
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Hmm, it's been a long few days since I last entered a log.
I would have entered one earlier but I haven't been able to summon up either the courage or the time to sit down and write it out.
Well I suppose I should continue from where I left off.
Reimei, Hikari, Morwen, Amaterasu, Marius, Jianna and I met in the gate on the 4th.
We spoke simply and for a short time before we left.
This is what I had prepared the crew for, called in the extra Marines and found the Admiral banging down my door, demanding to lead them.
We set off to capture the head of the slavers who where hunting Reimei and Amaterasu.
We where expecting a small fleet, maybe 20 ships in total.
Easily within the bounds of what we could deal with.
It didn't go to plan.
Infact, the plan went to hell, was rejected for not being ****ed up enough.
And then threw it back out and decided to pit us against a REVELATION Class Dreadnought and something in the region of 80 ships.
Quite a number of them Capsuleer ships.
I still am amazed we came out of it alive.
Hmmm... Reimei called us to stick to the plan.
The plan that sent a handfull of men against the Entire Bridge crew of a Revelation.
A plan that required the internal detonation of the ships warp core and major systems.
A plan that killed the Admiral.
He died on that ship, he died so that we could live, us... Capsuleers.
He stayed on that ship to personally ensure that the override worked, and that the ship did blow up.
He ****ing died for us.
I can't quite come to grips with it still....
He is gone.
Like my father, and now my surrogate father as well.
The rest of that fight is a blur, I remember moments when I forced the ship further than I though possible, hit targets at ranges and speed I never could have even thought of.
And saw so many men die that it would make any man weep for shame at causing such destruction.
Even though one moment of sheer terror when the dreadnought died, if blew the siege core and destroyed more than three full quarters of the damned fleet.
And another.
Another when Amaterasu and Morwen flew into the bowels of the last battleship.
And my ship rocking as an overcharged blast from the guns burned a hole big enough to fit them in.
Then I don't remember anything, the next thing I remember is praying next to Jianna somewhere in a station.
Then blackness.
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Hmm, it's been a long few days since I last entered a log.
I would have entered one earlier but I haven't been able to summon up either the courage or the time to sit down and write it out.
Well I suppose I should continue from where I left off.
Reimei, Hikari, Morwen, Amaterasu, Marius, Jianna and I met in the gate on the 4th.
We spoke simply and for a short time before we left.
This is what I had prepared the crew for, called in the extra Marines and found the Admiral banging down my door, demanding to lead them.
We set off to capture the head of the slavers who where hunting Reimei and Amaterasu.
We where expecting a small fleet, maybe 20 ships in total.
Easily within the bounds of what we could deal with.
It didn't go to plan.
Infact, the plan went to hell, was rejected for not being ****ed up enough.
And then threw it back out and decided to pit us against a REVELATION Class Dreadnought and something in the region of 80 ships.
Quite a number of them Capsuleer ships.
I still am amazed we came out of it alive.
Hmmm... Reimei called us to stick to the plan.
The plan that sent a handfull of men against the Entire Bridge crew of a Revelation.
A plan that required the internal detonation of the ships warp core and major systems.
A plan that killed the Admiral.
He died on that ship, he died so that we could live, us... Capsuleers.
He stayed on that ship to personally ensure that the override worked, and that the ship did blow up.
He ****ing died for us.
I can't quite come to grips with it still....
He is gone.
Like my father, and now my surrogate father as well.
The rest of that fight is a blur, I remember moments when I forced the ship further than I though possible, hit targets at ranges and speed I never could have even thought of.
And saw so many men die that it would make any man weep for shame at causing such destruction.
Even though one moment of sheer terror when the dreadnought died, if blew the siege core and destroyed more than three full quarters of the damned fleet.
And another.
Another when Amaterasu and Morwen flew into the bowels of the last battleship.
And my ship rocking as an overcharged blast from the guns burned a hole big enough to fit them in.
Then I don't remember anything, the next thing I remember is praying next to Jianna somewhere in a station.
Then blackness.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
[Outgoing Transmission] All Crew; Ghost Squad
Attention all.
Meet at stagin ground Theta-IV and be ready to deploy in full combat gear.
We will be hooking up with a privateer fleet to assist in the operation [Transmission Encrypted].
Headed by Reimei.
Ghost Squad members, bring defensive and offensive ship boarding equipment.
Refer to the Admiral for specific breifings.
Crew Members of the PMS Inquisition.
See your divisional officer for specific briefings.
We represent the Ordo.
Do them proud.
Pilot Hiede.
Meet at stagin ground Theta-IV and be ready to deploy in full combat gear.
We will be hooking up with a privateer fleet to assist in the operation [Transmission Encrypted].
Headed by Reimei.
Ghost Squad members, bring defensive and offensive ship boarding equipment.
Refer to the Admiral for specific breifings.
Crew Members of the PMS Inquisition.
See your divisional officer for specific briefings.
We represent the Ordo.
Do them proud.
Pilot Hiede.
03-06-111YC - Revelations of the Dead
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Well, things just got more complicated again today.
Reimei is alive and it isn't a clone-jack either.
He appeared in the Gate looking for Amaterasu, Verone intercepted him and made sure he was who he said he was.
That was yesterday,
Today... I received a communique from him, saying he needed my help.
Well, he needed more than my help, he needed my arm.
As it is he needs my arm.
In any case, the rest of the day seems almost unimportant now, although I did have the pleasure of running into Jianna again.
Reimei seemed none to pleased, but as much as I respect the man.
I can't find it in me to care.
But back to the operation he needs me for.
Aparently the slaver Verone shot was only the tip of the iceberg and there is alot more that need to be shot.
I have scrambled Ghost Squad to provide assistence and the Admiral has offered to assist with 5 of his best men with part of the plan
The PMS Inquisition. My Paladin Class-Maraurder is standing ready to provide fire-support.
May god have mercy on their souls.
For I know I will not.
Now I just hope the more complex part of this plan works.
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Well, things just got more complicated again today.
Reimei is alive and it isn't a clone-jack either.
He appeared in the Gate looking for Amaterasu, Verone intercepted him and made sure he was who he said he was.
That was yesterday,
Today... I received a communique from him, saying he needed my help.
Well, he needed more than my help, he needed my arm.
As it is he needs my arm.
In any case, the rest of the day seems almost unimportant now, although I did have the pleasure of running into Jianna again.
Reimei seemed none to pleased, but as much as I respect the man.
I can't find it in me to care.
But back to the operation he needs me for.
Aparently the slaver Verone shot was only the tip of the iceberg and there is alot more that need to be shot.
I have scrambled Ghost Squad to provide assistence and the Admiral has offered to assist with 5 of his best men with part of the plan
The PMS Inquisition. My Paladin Class-Maraurder is standing ready to provide fire-support.
May god have mercy on their souls.
For I know I will not.
Now I just hope the more complex part of this plan works.
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Monday, June 1, 2009
01-06-111YC - Relief in the strangest form
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I returned to the Last Gate today.
I fitted a few special systems to my Paladin and made the trip down there with the crew.
I hope they enjoyed themselves as much as I did.
Well, I mean it wasn't planned as a pleasure trip, but by the end of the day it pretty much had turned out that way.
When I got to the bar, there was already a decent sized crowd there. Chief among which where Morwen Lagann and an unfamiliar Khanid lady, who was well.
Rather stunning.
Ha, it is almost probable you can see where this is going now.
Although it isn't quite what I thought, it turns out that this unknown lady was a "friend" of Reimei's.
Morwen was talking to her about Reimei and Amaterasu.
She was drinking quite hard, drink after drink just seemed to disappear.
Intrigued I joined them.
After a while of her explaining roughly how she new Reimei, and discussing what sort of person he was.
Well, she knew him a lot better than I thought I did, apparently she has known him for many years, far longer than my meagre 5 days.
She told us of how he always played his cards close to his chest.
Of how he worked alone, always did things his own way.
And how he never kept a backup.
Ah well, I guess I will never know the man properly now.
After what seemed like only a short time Morwen had to leave, asking me if I would let her know if Amaterasu turned up.
I said I would, I mean, what else could I do?
Take the poor girl into slavery, after having released thousands of men and women not two days ago.
Unlikely.
In any case, Aldrith showed up after a few minutes of idle conversation and I finally caught her name
Jianna.
Strange, I swear I have heard the name before.
But I can't place it, it just doesn't quite want to click.
Ah well, it doesn't matter, Aldrith rushed off after his short appearance, probably something to do with his work came up.
I might have to ask him about that.
Jianna and I returned to talking again, I shifted the conversation from Reimei to herself, which seemed to stem the flood of drinks she consumed.
It turns out she is the daughter of trader pilots, born on a Bestower Class Industrial vessel between two stargates in an unknown system.
Strange how two Khanid pilots can have almost exactly opposite upbringings and still be similar in personality, and work even.
She said she was an investigator, which I found highly amusing as my work corresponds with that.
In its own strange way...
Well, we kept talking for a good while, just idly bantering about various things to do with ourselves and such.
Eventually it was mentioned that she liked some of the finer things in life, which gave me an idea.
Quickly making a judgement of character in my head I ordered some of the finest Khanid red that Karlos could find to be brought over.
Thankfully the ever amazing bartender had a perfect bottle.
From Kihtaled II no less.
Make me wonder if this wasn't preordained or something, I can just imagine God having it in for me like that.
In any case, Jianna seemed to appreciate the wine quite a lot, drinking nearly three times what I did.
Being quite concerned for her well being, I offered to take her home in my Paladin.
Thankfully she accepted.
Now, if I can just get her to wake up from where she is a sleep in my captain's suite I can find out where to take her.
Although first order of business is to clear this Guristas stronghold.
Damn I hope Hitome has been doing her work around here.
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I returned to the Last Gate today.
I fitted a few special systems to my Paladin and made the trip down there with the crew.
I hope they enjoyed themselves as much as I did.
Well, I mean it wasn't planned as a pleasure trip, but by the end of the day it pretty much had turned out that way.
When I got to the bar, there was already a decent sized crowd there. Chief among which where Morwen Lagann and an unfamiliar Khanid lady, who was well.
Rather stunning.
Ha, it is almost probable you can see where this is going now.
Although it isn't quite what I thought, it turns out that this unknown lady was a "friend" of Reimei's.
Morwen was talking to her about Reimei and Amaterasu.
She was drinking quite hard, drink after drink just seemed to disappear.
Intrigued I joined them.
After a while of her explaining roughly how she new Reimei, and discussing what sort of person he was.
Well, she knew him a lot better than I thought I did, apparently she has known him for many years, far longer than my meagre 5 days.
She told us of how he always played his cards close to his chest.
Of how he worked alone, always did things his own way.
And how he never kept a backup.
Ah well, I guess I will never know the man properly now.
After what seemed like only a short time Morwen had to leave, asking me if I would let her know if Amaterasu turned up.
I said I would, I mean, what else could I do?
Take the poor girl into slavery, after having released thousands of men and women not two days ago.
Unlikely.
In any case, Aldrith showed up after a few minutes of idle conversation and I finally caught her name
Jianna.
Strange, I swear I have heard the name before.
But I can't place it, it just doesn't quite want to click.
Ah well, it doesn't matter, Aldrith rushed off after his short appearance, probably something to do with his work came up.
I might have to ask him about that.
Jianna and I returned to talking again, I shifted the conversation from Reimei to herself, which seemed to stem the flood of drinks she consumed.
It turns out she is the daughter of trader pilots, born on a Bestower Class Industrial vessel between two stargates in an unknown system.
Strange how two Khanid pilots can have almost exactly opposite upbringings and still be similar in personality, and work even.
She said she was an investigator, which I found highly amusing as my work corresponds with that.
In its own strange way...
Well, we kept talking for a good while, just idly bantering about various things to do with ourselves and such.
Eventually it was mentioned that she liked some of the finer things in life, which gave me an idea.
Quickly making a judgement of character in my head I ordered some of the finest Khanid red that Karlos could find to be brought over.
Thankfully the ever amazing bartender had a perfect bottle.
From Kihtaled II no less.
Make me wonder if this wasn't preordained or something, I can just imagine God having it in for me like that.
In any case, Jianna seemed to appreciate the wine quite a lot, drinking nearly three times what I did.
Being quite concerned for her well being, I offered to take her home in my Paladin.
Thankfully she accepted.
Now, if I can just get her to wake up from where she is a sleep in my captain's suite I can find out where to take her.
Although first order of business is to clear this Guristas stronghold.
Damn I hope Hitome has been doing her work around here.
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31-05-111YC - Musing of Mortality
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I.. I don't quite believe it yet.
Reimei is dead.
It has been barely been 5 day since I met this man.
I went to the Last Gate last night in the hope of relaxing, and was greeted by somber faces and a weeping Morwen Lagann.
It... it seems all efforts where for naught, Reiei
And he is dead.
Such a waste... he was a good man, now it seems he is nothing more than Biomass, ready for a new capsuleer to be born from his molecules.
Aparently he didn't have a backup scan, and the one Ciarente's medtech got probably won't work.
I... It's been so long since I saw a capsuleer die.
It reminds me that we are infact mortal, despite all the work we put into making ourselves immortal.
I think I will go pray.
I will pray for his soul to be recieved by god.
I just hope God is listening
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I.. I don't quite believe it yet.
Reimei is dead.
It has been barely been 5 day since I met this man.
I went to the Last Gate last night in the hope of relaxing, and was greeted by somber faces and a weeping Morwen Lagann.
It... it seems all efforts where for naught, Reiei
And he is dead.
Such a waste... he was a good man, now it seems he is nothing more than Biomass, ready for a new capsuleer to be born from his molecules.
Aparently he didn't have a backup scan, and the one Ciarente's medtech got probably won't work.
I... It's been so long since I saw a capsuleer die.
It reminds me that we are infact mortal, despite all the work we put into making ourselves immortal.
I think I will go pray.
I will pray for his soul to be recieved by god.
I just hope God is listening
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
26-05-111YC - Contrasting shadows
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Well.
I met an interesting person today.
Normally I wouldn't enter this into my logs, but I found him interesting enough that I think it warrants an entry.
After finally clearing the release papers for my crews and officially hiring the men and women as employee's under contract from Phasmatis Miles Militis I decided to make my way to the Last Gate in the odd chance I might run into Ciarente or Amieta.
Well, they weren't there.
But who was made the entire trip worth while.
Aldrith, Morwen and Verone made up for the usual and familiar faces, but there where two rather unfamiliar ones that piqued my interest.
These two unfamiliar people where a sharp faced Civire who was latter introduced as Reimei Kaminamida and a companion of his, a younger Brutor women, although I failed to find her name if I see Reimei again I will be sure to ask him.
In any case I entered to the sight of the group huddled together with the Brutor women asleep on Morwen, who was comforting the poor child while Aldrith sat looking distraught.
I do worry about him, first with Maximullis. Now with this incident, I will have to talk to him about this.
In any Reimei explained in a whisper that the reason for the discomfort was Verone has shot and killed a Khanid slaver in front of everyone, completely decapitating the poor women and leaving a horrid mess.
Apparently she was making enough of a fuss Verone took things into his own hands.
After a few minutes observing the group quietly from where I stood Reimei took the Brutor women back to his ship and Morwen left at the same time.
Aldrith really did seem out of sorts at that point...
Which truly is a concern for me.
When Reimei returned and re-joined me we started to talk casually, Aldrith excused himself abruptly after a short time and left us alone.
I took this opportunity to quiz the intriguing man and determine what sort of person he was.
Well, it turned out he managed to keep a cool and level head after I made a display of being the very anathema of his ideals and very similar to the slaver he had just witnessed shot.
He passed that with ease, which pleased me to no end.
I think I will have to keep in contact with this man, his head is in the right place and... for some unbeknown st reason.
I like the man.
After continuing to talk in earnest for a while more and divulging the information that he was the man who assaulted the Servitor Industrial ship 12 years ago.
A barely remembered event but the Admiral and my father always stressed the importance of knowing events in the past so as not to repeat the mistakes made there.
Definitely interesting...
But I should be working.
These crews won't organise themselves.
And with one crew and ship on loan to Ms. Kei I need to keep the others busy with maintaining their ships.
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Well.
I met an interesting person today.
Normally I wouldn't enter this into my logs, but I found him interesting enough that I think it warrants an entry.
After finally clearing the release papers for my crews and officially hiring the men and women as employee's under contract from Phasmatis Miles Militis I decided to make my way to the Last Gate in the odd chance I might run into Ciarente or Amieta.
Well, they weren't there.
But who was made the entire trip worth while.
Aldrith, Morwen and Verone made up for the usual and familiar faces, but there where two rather unfamiliar ones that piqued my interest.
These two unfamiliar people where a sharp faced Civire who was latter introduced as Reimei Kaminamida and a companion of his, a younger Brutor women, although I failed to find her name if I see Reimei again I will be sure to ask him.
In any case I entered to the sight of the group huddled together with the Brutor women asleep on Morwen, who was comforting the poor child while Aldrith sat looking distraught.
I do worry about him, first with Maximullis. Now with this incident, I will have to talk to him about this.
In any Reimei explained in a whisper that the reason for the discomfort was Verone has shot and killed a Khanid slaver in front of everyone, completely decapitating the poor women and leaving a horrid mess.
Apparently she was making enough of a fuss Verone took things into his own hands.
After a few minutes observing the group quietly from where I stood Reimei took the Brutor women back to his ship and Morwen left at the same time.
Aldrith really did seem out of sorts at that point...
Which truly is a concern for me.
When Reimei returned and re-joined me we started to talk casually, Aldrith excused himself abruptly after a short time and left us alone.
I took this opportunity to quiz the intriguing man and determine what sort of person he was.
Well, it turned out he managed to keep a cool and level head after I made a display of being the very anathema of his ideals and very similar to the slaver he had just witnessed shot.
He passed that with ease, which pleased me to no end.
I think I will have to keep in contact with this man, his head is in the right place and... for some unbeknown st reason.
I like the man.
After continuing to talk in earnest for a while more and divulging the information that he was the man who assaulted the Servitor Industrial ship 12 years ago.
A barely remembered event but the Admiral and my father always stressed the importance of knowing events in the past so as not to repeat the mistakes made there.
Definitely interesting...
But I should be working.
These crews won't organise themselves.
And with one crew and ship on loan to Ms. Kei I need to keep the others busy with maintaining their ships.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
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Good luck my friend.
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Good luck my friend.
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Admiral.
I will need a secondary detachment of Marines deployed to the Quaesitor
Events have transpired and I would like some more security on premesis untill the problem can be sorted.
Also begin location of the persons I mentioned before, I want to know where he is at every possible time.
I don't like traitors, and I like them even less when they try to harm my bretheren.
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Admiral.
I will need a secondary detachment of Marines deployed to the Quaesitor
Events have transpired and I would like some more security on premesis untill the problem can be sorted.
Also begin location of the persons I mentioned before, I want to know where he is at every possible time.
I don't like traitors, and I like them even less when they try to harm my bretheren.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
21-05-111YC - Moments of clarity
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Well, what a hectic few days...
I suppose I should begin by saying that I have been promoted within the Ordo.
I am now an Archon of my order, which is a deep honour and I am amazed that I have progressed so high so quickly.
Nothing much more than a month has passed and I am already here.
God must truly have favoured me in this.
In any case, as I was celebrating I received a notification that my accounts had been increased by the approximate sum of 1.3 billion ISK.
Apparently a long standing transaction had come through and the payment finally wired to my account.
Enjoying the fact that once again I had ISK to shell out I half drunkenly decided to search for and purchase a Tech 3 strategic cruiser.
I found one on cheap and authorised the transaction once I had travelled to Jita.
I.. I am still amazed at this.
But it seems that certain elements of sleeper AI technology has found its way into my ships AI subsystems.
When I replaced the existing electronic subsystems with a more fitting one.
My AI came alive.
Quite literally.
She named herself as Kyniska Kinnaird.
Something which surprised me to no end, because that name... has special significance to me.
She also took the holographic appearance of a lovely Khanid lady.
It seems that... due to the intensity of the connection between the ship and myself Kyniska was able to access my memories...
This may prove problematic, as she has already reprimanded me for my lack of compassion when dealing with the escape pods of destroyed vessels.
Indeed she seems to be acting more like a conscience than an AI system.
Ah well.
Time will tell how this development goes...
I guess if it becomes too much of an issue to deal with, I could just completely wipe the system clean and reconfigure it.
Hmm, there is much to muse on.
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Well, what a hectic few days...
I suppose I should begin by saying that I have been promoted within the Ordo.
I am now an Archon of my order, which is a deep honour and I am amazed that I have progressed so high so quickly.
Nothing much more than a month has passed and I am already here.
God must truly have favoured me in this.
In any case, as I was celebrating I received a notification that my accounts had been increased by the approximate sum of 1.3 billion ISK.
Apparently a long standing transaction had come through and the payment finally wired to my account.
Enjoying the fact that once again I had ISK to shell out I half drunkenly decided to search for and purchase a Tech 3 strategic cruiser.
I found one on cheap and authorised the transaction once I had travelled to Jita.
I.. I am still amazed at this.
But it seems that certain elements of sleeper AI technology has found its way into my ships AI subsystems.
When I replaced the existing electronic subsystems with a more fitting one.
My AI came alive.
Quite literally.
She named herself as Kyniska Kinnaird.
Something which surprised me to no end, because that name... has special significance to me.
She also took the holographic appearance of a lovely Khanid lady.
It seems that... due to the intensity of the connection between the ship and myself Kyniska was able to access my memories...
This may prove problematic, as she has already reprimanded me for my lack of compassion when dealing with the escape pods of destroyed vessels.
Indeed she seems to be acting more like a conscience than an AI system.
Ah well.
Time will tell how this development goes...
I guess if it becomes too much of an issue to deal with, I could just completely wipe the system clean and reconfigure it.
Hmm, there is much to muse on.
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
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Sir.
As per request the assorted data has been acquired for the initial investigation.
Please find attached docuements A1 & B2
A1 Is the initial study data
B2 Is the recording I mentioned before, I believe you may find it interesting.
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As per request the assorted data has been acquired for the initial investigation.
Please find attached docuements A1 & B2
A1 Is the initial study data
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
28-04-111YC - Mysterious Movements
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Well after a month of no logs I finally decided to create a new entry.
What a heck of a month it has been as well, after leaving CONAT and spending a few days in the Ministry of War, I got in contact with some friends from the Ordo Magna.
Specifically Solen Sean and Hitome Kei.
And, well. In short I was convinced I should join their organisation.
The Ordo Magna...
After some time my application was accepted, and I was enlisted as a Novice in their order.
Now I have graduated to my current rank of Geburah Acolyte.
It is an interesting job to say the least, I wish I could go into more detail but knowing that these logs are not the safest means I can not.
In any case, It is nice to once again be in a core of pilots that care for one another.
And although there is a fair amount of upheaval going on internally I hope that I can find my niche and work towards the betterment of the Empire and the Ordo.
It's nice to be able to talk more with Pilot Hitome Kei as well, being within the same organisation means that we can talk more, as she seems like a lovely girl but with some problems.
Haha, Oh the Irony.
Yuri was like that at one stage.
But I shouldn't dwell on the past like that, It will only stir up memories I thought I had buried completely.
Hmmm, Tiryan and I have reconciled our differences now, and he assured me that the problems in the Navy had been led on a merry chase out to the middle of Delve for someone who doesn't exist.
So that should keep them off my back while I get to work with the Ordo
Although I think we may be working closer together again as he has offered to help use some of "his" soldiers to help secure the Ordo premises and the safety of Hitome Kei after she was kidnapped from within our own halls.
I'm not entirely sure who or why, Infact... I'm not sure anyone knows.
In any case we need to step up security.
Personally I am taking to carrying both my guns on me at all times for now.
I hope that the issue can be resolved soon and properly.
But speaking of Problematic Women.
I ran into Ciarente again lately, she and Camille where at Amieta's birthday party and we got to chat for a few moments before I had to rsuh off to take delivery of a rather special present...
In any case we caught up at the Last Gate sometime latter and talked for some time about how things where going with her, and for once they seem to have slowed down... Although she did make some mention of an assault...
I hope that it is nothing serious as I can't spare any more resources to help out right now..
Maybe I should contact that Brutor I ran into a while back, he said he was looking for work and wasn't affraid to get into the realms of the Sansha's Nation...
Well, I think this will do for now, I have yet more reports to write and even more papers to file, running this many crews is a nightmare..
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Well after a month of no logs I finally decided to create a new entry.
What a heck of a month it has been as well, after leaving CONAT and spending a few days in the Ministry of War, I got in contact with some friends from the Ordo Magna.
Specifically Solen Sean and Hitome Kei.
And, well. In short I was convinced I should join their organisation.
The Ordo Magna...
After some time my application was accepted, and I was enlisted as a Novice in their order.
Now I have graduated to my current rank of Geburah Acolyte.
It is an interesting job to say the least, I wish I could go into more detail but knowing that these logs are not the safest means I can not.
In any case, It is nice to once again be in a core of pilots that care for one another.
And although there is a fair amount of upheaval going on internally I hope that I can find my niche and work towards the betterment of the Empire and the Ordo.
It's nice to be able to talk more with Pilot Hitome Kei as well, being within the same organisation means that we can talk more, as she seems like a lovely girl but with some problems.
Haha, Oh the Irony.
Yuri was like that at one stage.
But I shouldn't dwell on the past like that, It will only stir up memories I thought I had buried completely.
Hmmm, Tiryan and I have reconciled our differences now, and he assured me that the problems in the Navy had been led on a merry chase out to the middle of Delve for someone who doesn't exist.
So that should keep them off my back while I get to work with the Ordo
Although I think we may be working closer together again as he has offered to help use some of "his" soldiers to help secure the Ordo premises and the safety of Hitome Kei after she was kidnapped from within our own halls.
I'm not entirely sure who or why, Infact... I'm not sure anyone knows.
In any case we need to step up security.
Personally I am taking to carrying both my guns on me at all times for now.
I hope that the issue can be resolved soon and properly.
But speaking of Problematic Women.
I ran into Ciarente again lately, she and Camille where at Amieta's birthday party and we got to chat for a few moments before I had to rsuh off to take delivery of a rather special present...
In any case we caught up at the Last Gate sometime latter and talked for some time about how things where going with her, and for once they seem to have slowed down... Although she did make some mention of an assault...
I hope that it is nothing serious as I can't spare any more resources to help out right now..
Maybe I should contact that Brutor I ran into a while back, he said he was looking for work and wasn't affraid to get into the realms of the Sansha's Nation...
Well, I think this will do for now, I have yet more reports to write and even more papers to file, running this many crews is a nightmare..
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Monday, April 13, 2009
23-04-111YC - Dark Transformations
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It's been a while since I logged any journals.
Heck, I missed almost an entire months worth.
Ah well, I suppose I should summarise
I enlisted in the Confederated Armed Traders, it consists of some pilots I flew with after...
After I left the Empire...
In any case, they offered me a position as a combat pilot within their ranks, I gladly accepted and prepared to work in a quiet corporation, building assets before thinking of moving on again.
How badly that turned out.
5 days ago we had war declared upon us by a mercenary corporation under the listed DED name of "Rah Rah Rah Rah Kaboom"
None of us took this too seriously, as they where listed as only having 5 members, but upon closer inspection I had encountered this group before, and they had proven very deadly.
They proved so again, not 2 hours after the war was cleared by CONCORD I was down 2 Zealot Heavy Assault Cruisers, for no return.
For the next few days our losses crept up, with nothing destroyed when we recieved another declaration of war.
A corporation listed as "Do It Right For Once" or something like that was coming to fight us as well.
Something wasn't right.
So I dug up some contacts and made some calls.
Turns out we have a disgruntled ex-member who has a personal vendetta against my employers.
He spent well over 2 Billion ISK in procuring the services of Kaboom corp alone
Well to cut the story down, I am currently down 2 Zealots, 1 Sacrelige, 1 Apocalypse for 1 Rupture and 1 Rifter kill.
The entire corporation has lost well over 1 Billion ISK in ships thus far and nearly lost another Billion when one of our pilots nearly lost a Nightmare Battleship not 2 days ago.
Net Result.
I'm Leaving.
I can't stand here and loose my crew.
My ISK.
For nothing in return.
No thanks for keeping our pilots safe.
Our assets secure.
Nothing.
500 Million ISK invested in a war I was never expected to fight.
A war in which is as pointless as trying to explain to a Fed the existence of god.
in 24 hours I'm out of here.
I have a few ideas where to go....
But I'm not sure I can bring myself to make the descision I want to make.
Time will tell I assume.
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It's been a while since I logged any journals.
Heck, I missed almost an entire months worth.
Ah well, I suppose I should summarise
I enlisted in the Confederated Armed Traders, it consists of some pilots I flew with after...
After I left the Empire...
In any case, they offered me a position as a combat pilot within their ranks, I gladly accepted and prepared to work in a quiet corporation, building assets before thinking of moving on again.
How badly that turned out.
5 days ago we had war declared upon us by a mercenary corporation under the listed DED name of "Rah Rah Rah Rah Kaboom"
None of us took this too seriously, as they where listed as only having 5 members, but upon closer inspection I had encountered this group before, and they had proven very deadly.
They proved so again, not 2 hours after the war was cleared by CONCORD I was down 2 Zealot Heavy Assault Cruisers, for no return.
For the next few days our losses crept up, with nothing destroyed when we recieved another declaration of war.
A corporation listed as "Do It Right For Once" or something like that was coming to fight us as well.
Something wasn't right.
So I dug up some contacts and made some calls.
Turns out we have a disgruntled ex-member who has a personal vendetta against my employers.
He spent well over 2 Billion ISK in procuring the services of Kaboom corp alone
Well to cut the story down, I am currently down 2 Zealots, 1 Sacrelige, 1 Apocalypse for 1 Rupture and 1 Rifter kill.
The entire corporation has lost well over 1 Billion ISK in ships thus far and nearly lost another Billion when one of our pilots nearly lost a Nightmare Battleship not 2 days ago.
Net Result.
I'm Leaving.
I can't stand here and loose my crew.
My ISK.
For nothing in return.
No thanks for keeping our pilots safe.
Our assets secure.
Nothing.
500 Million ISK invested in a war I was never expected to fight.
A war in which is as pointless as trying to explain to a Fed the existence of god.
in 24 hours I'm out of here.
I have a few ideas where to go....
But I'm not sure I can bring myself to make the descision I want to make.
Time will tell I assume.
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...Message Received...
-Command: Display Message
. . .
Pilot M. Hiede.
As per your request we have begun to remove all roles and access rights withing Confederated Armed Traders.
May your future endeavours be fruitful.
Corporate Affairs Officer.
Yule Advar.
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...System Shutdown Initiated...
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Pilot M. Hiede.
As per your request we have begun to remove all roles and access rights withing Confederated Armed Traders.
May your future endeavours be fruitful.
Corporate Affairs Officer.
Yule Advar.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
01-04-111YC - Disturbing Appearances
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Hello again.
Ahh, how nice it is to be able to talk to something that just listens and does not judge.
So nice....
*soft breathing noises can be heard, like sleeping*
Huh wha...
Oh damnit.
I really should be sleeping right now.
It has been a rather eventful night and I really feel like I should be sleeping.
Well I suppose I should explain the cause for this hmm?
Well it's Ciarente Roth again. The poor girl is having another serious issue.
I'm not quite sure what it is, but during my visit to her apartment to meet he younger sister Camille the discussion turned towards the work we did.
And it appears that Cia is somewhat obsessed with her job.
Camille said that she just gets up and leaves even when she is off shift at home.
I don't understand why, but she started to lock up like she does when she simply can't accept something.
*An elongated sigh*
She will hurt Camille badly if she keeps this up, I tried to tell her that, hell I even yelled at her a few times.
But she just wouldn't listen
She kept going on about something or other that made no sense, like not being able to tell me.
Not being good enough.
Ha! Not good enough, I know many Khanid Men who weaker than Ciarente.
Not good enough!
Argh, In any case I am on the Interbus to the Quaesitor.
hopefully I can relax there...
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Hello again.
Ahh, how nice it is to be able to talk to something that just listens and does not judge.
So nice....
*soft breathing noises can be heard, like sleeping*
Huh wha...
Oh damnit.
I really should be sleeping right now.
It has been a rather eventful night and I really feel like I should be sleeping.
Well I suppose I should explain the cause for this hmm?
Well it's Ciarente Roth again. The poor girl is having another serious issue.
I'm not quite sure what it is, but during my visit to her apartment to meet he younger sister Camille the discussion turned towards the work we did.
And it appears that Cia is somewhat obsessed with her job.
Camille said that she just gets up and leaves even when she is off shift at home.
I don't understand why, but she started to lock up like she does when she simply can't accept something.
*An elongated sigh*
She will hurt Camille badly if she keeps this up, I tried to tell her that, hell I even yelled at her a few times.
But she just wouldn't listen
She kept going on about something or other that made no sense, like not being able to tell me.
Not being good enough.
Ha! Not good enough, I know many Khanid Men who weaker than Ciarente.
Not good enough!
Argh, In any case I am on the Interbus to the Quaesitor.
hopefully I can relax there...
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
24-03-111YC - Disjointed Thoughts
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*The recording is full of static and is quite difficult to understand in places*
"Thi... Wormhole.... Unsta.....Can't Find the F....."
*A loud crack is heard*
There... It seems I got a decent connection through a local wormhole somehow..
Well, here I am.
Stuck in a bloody wormhole with only my Magnate and god-knows how many sleepers around me.
well at least I have some old friends at their new Deployed Starbase that we work out of.
Yes, we put up a starbase in wormhole space. It's still hard to believe we can live in this environment.
This afternoon alone we lost a Nighthawk and an Interceptor to sleeper defenses.
Although it was worth it, the technology is amazing, sheer brilliance when the items are studied in detail.
Although I digress, the last few days have been manic.
I have had barely enough time to settle into my new base of operations before being called out to active duty in the wormhole.
Leaving my newly commissioned PMM Phasmatis Sacrelige Class Heavy Assault Cruiser in drydock after only 3 days of use.
A shame really as it is a truly magnificent ship to pilot, responsive and fast, but what continues to astound me is the nanite defense systems are so strong that an entire Guristas attack wing couldn't break through them.
And then there is always news with Ciarente.
The security firm she has hired, whoever they are, found Cia's younger sister Camille.
Cia was on the Summit a few days ago, stressing about being away on agent missions while Camille was left alone.
I offered her the services of my families carers, which she gladly accepted.
I did tell her that I would deploy some of my soldiers to guard them while they where away from Kihtaled.
Later on I was in the Fit to Fly
Some new Capsuleer Gym, although I don't need to use it I thought it might be a good chance to see how I compare to some of my compatriots.
Amieta and Ciarente where there, Cia was doing some basic defense training so I gave her some basic pointers that I am sure she missed, she seemed rather grateful but she seems to lack that enthusiasm many of the younger cadets posses, I wonder if that has something to do with her upbringing, as oposed to the upbringing of a Khanid man.
In any case, while I did some basic weights work Amieta went through her exercises.
They where truly impressive, such fluidity and grace was rather entrancing and it became extremely fast.
Seeing such a display I could not resist in challenging Amieta to a sparring match, Ciarente seemed none to enthused, but It was too good an oportunity to update my knowledge of the average hand-to-hand techniques displayed by other combatants.
In either case, the fight was short and furious, with Amieta's cybernetic arms a real danger when a hit was landed.
My hip is still sore from that.
And her style is alot more dangerous than it appears, she moves fluidly and very quickly to counteract any agressive moves and punishes mistakes.
Of which I made more than I was comfortable with.
*A large static burst creates a large amount of feedback*
Damn! the wormhole is collapsing.
Computer, Save and store in secure.
Now!
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
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Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
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*Static silence*
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Please State Intent
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Intent Stated.
Opening Remote Audio Recording Software
*The recording is full of static and is quite difficult to understand in places*
"Thi... Wormhole.... Unsta.....Can't Find the F....."
*A loud crack is heard*
There... It seems I got a decent connection through a local wormhole somehow..
Well, here I am.
Stuck in a bloody wormhole with only my Magnate and god-knows how many sleepers around me.
well at least I have some old friends at their new Deployed Starbase that we work out of.
Yes, we put up a starbase in wormhole space. It's still hard to believe we can live in this environment.
This afternoon alone we lost a Nighthawk and an Interceptor to sleeper defenses.
Although it was worth it, the technology is amazing, sheer brilliance when the items are studied in detail.
Although I digress, the last few days have been manic.
I have had barely enough time to settle into my new base of operations before being called out to active duty in the wormhole.
Leaving my newly commissioned PMM Phasmatis Sacrelige Class Heavy Assault Cruiser in drydock after only 3 days of use.
A shame really as it is a truly magnificent ship to pilot, responsive and fast, but what continues to astound me is the nanite defense systems are so strong that an entire Guristas attack wing couldn't break through them.
And then there is always news with Ciarente.
The security firm she has hired, whoever they are, found Cia's younger sister Camille.
Cia was on the Summit a few days ago, stressing about being away on agent missions while Camille was left alone.
I offered her the services of my families carers, which she gladly accepted.
I did tell her that I would deploy some of my soldiers to guard them while they where away from Kihtaled.
Later on I was in the Fit to Fly
Some new Capsuleer Gym, although I don't need to use it I thought it might be a good chance to see how I compare to some of my compatriots.
Amieta and Ciarente where there, Cia was doing some basic defense training so I gave her some basic pointers that I am sure she missed, she seemed rather grateful but she seems to lack that enthusiasm many of the younger cadets posses, I wonder if that has something to do with her upbringing, as oposed to the upbringing of a Khanid man.
In any case, while I did some basic weights work Amieta went through her exercises.
They where truly impressive, such fluidity and grace was rather entrancing and it became extremely fast.
Seeing such a display I could not resist in challenging Amieta to a sparring match, Ciarente seemed none to enthused, but It was too good an oportunity to update my knowledge of the average hand-to-hand techniques displayed by other combatants.
In either case, the fight was short and furious, with Amieta's cybernetic arms a real danger when a hit was landed.
My hip is still sore from that.
And her style is alot more dangerous than it appears, she moves fluidly and very quickly to counteract any agressive moves and punishes mistakes.
Of which I made more than I was comfortable with.
*A large static burst creates a large amount of feedback*
Damn! the wormhole is collapsing.
Computer, Save and store in secure.
Now!
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2...
*Static silence*
Sunday, March 22, 2009
21-03-111YC - Diversion
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Where to start.
Where to go with this eventful tale of my life.
Hmm...
Well Vigilia Valeria Expeditionary Forces are closing down.
They are merging with the original corporation, known as the 1st Praetorian Guard.
An illustrious corporation with a long history of successful campaigns for the Empire.
But I found home calling.
When the order went out to drop all roles and apply to "1PG" I did as ordered, but refrained from sending a re-asignment sheet out.
Tiryan Khanid called.
He said I was needed.
He said the Ghosts called for the spider.
He said there wasn't much time.
Phasmatis Miles Militis
Ghost Soldiers
My brothers in arms.
The men I served with in the navy.
Aparently they went rogue not long after I was removed forcibly from my post.
Aparently Tiryan led them personally.
Aparently he had to take a drastic step by resorting to a pre-deployment clone.
It explained why he can't fly more than a frigate these days.
But he has lost none of his ability to lead.
After this call to arms I agreed to move into that corporation.
When he mentioned that it was soon to be part of a new alliance.
And he wanted me to become part of its core leadership.
I am still not quite sure how to take that. Needless to say, I accepted the offer and am now trying to prepare the corporation and set it straight.
Although only having a small Capsuleer base, the ground-side men are still there.
And they can provide all the security we need for that side of business.
Then the problems occured.
After my final deployment for my current corporation in Aphend I ran into the Ushra'Khan.
In my Paladin.
They strugled for what seemed like hours while my crew and the ship fought desperately to keep the capacitor charging and the nano-bots working.
And for a time they did hold, and they held so well that the readouts where near perfect.
Then they brought re-inforcements.
A Manticore and a Vagabond.
My defenses where overwhelmed with the sheer ferocity of the Autocannon fire and thunderous explosions of overloaded cruise missiles.
The entire crew perished.
Along with nearly eight months work.
I honestly don't know how I am still coherant.
I don't know why I wasn't overwhelmed with grief.
Instead I prayed to god and cleared the hangar and moved to the State.
How have I become so heartless
How can I just brush off the death of nearly seven thousand people.
Maybe some of the arguements about us not being human have some credence.
Maybe there is some element of truth to this debate.
In any case, I had to get in contact with the DED and make sure they file the resignation papers and acknowledge the new ones.
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Intent Stated.
Opening Audio Recording Software
Where to start.
Where to go with this eventful tale of my life.
Hmm...
Well Vigilia Valeria Expeditionary Forces are closing down.
They are merging with the original corporation, known as the 1st Praetorian Guard.
An illustrious corporation with a long history of successful campaigns for the Empire.
But I found home calling.
When the order went out to drop all roles and apply to "1PG" I did as ordered, but refrained from sending a re-asignment sheet out.
Tiryan Khanid called.
He said I was needed.
He said the Ghosts called for the spider.
He said there wasn't much time.
Phasmatis Miles Militis
Ghost Soldiers
My brothers in arms.
The men I served with in the navy.
Aparently they went rogue not long after I was removed forcibly from my post.
Aparently Tiryan led them personally.
Aparently he had to take a drastic step by resorting to a pre-deployment clone.
It explained why he can't fly more than a frigate these days.
But he has lost none of his ability to lead.
After this call to arms I agreed to move into that corporation.
When he mentioned that it was soon to be part of a new alliance.
And he wanted me to become part of its core leadership.
I am still not quite sure how to take that. Needless to say, I accepted the offer and am now trying to prepare the corporation and set it straight.
Although only having a small Capsuleer base, the ground-side men are still there.
And they can provide all the security we need for that side of business.
Then the problems occured.
After my final deployment for my current corporation in Aphend I ran into the Ushra'Khan.
In my Paladin.
They strugled for what seemed like hours while my crew and the ship fought desperately to keep the capacitor charging and the nano-bots working.
And for a time they did hold, and they held so well that the readouts where near perfect.
Then they brought re-inforcements.
A Manticore and a Vagabond.
My defenses where overwhelmed with the sheer ferocity of the Autocannon fire and thunderous explosions of overloaded cruise missiles.
The entire crew perished.
Along with nearly eight months work.
I honestly don't know how I am still coherant.
I don't know why I wasn't overwhelmed with grief.
Instead I prayed to god and cleared the hangar and moved to the State.
How have I become so heartless
How can I just brush off the death of nearly seven thousand people.
Maybe some of the arguements about us not being human have some credence.
Maybe there is some element of truth to this debate.
In any case, I had to get in contact with the DED and make sure they file the resignation papers and acknowledge the new ones.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
18-03-111YC - Musings
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Ah well, I think it is time I updated my logs.
To be honest it has been a rather uneventful period of late.
Just the usual work, along with a few moments of interest...
I was at home in Aphend a few days ago, which is unusual, but it does happen
*Soft laughter can be heard*
In any case, Ciarente Roth dropped by.
Which, needless to say was a pleasant surprise.
Although she had a very strange request for such a frail person.
She wanted me to teach her how to shoot.
Now this is no problem for me, but.
But it felt strange to see this thin Intaki women standing beside me, trying to imitate my posture as I show her how to aim, load and fire a side-arm pistol.
It was strange to once again be teaching a person how to kill another person.
In any case, she seemed to be at least able to hit her target.
Although she may have been slightly overwhelmed when I showed her my training regime.
A dark corridor filled with multiple targets and scant cover, all holographic.
But very convincing.
Either way, she learnt what she needed to know.
Then there is the other point of interest for the time.
Wormholes.
These natural phenomena, or blessed creations of our lord God.
Whichever route you choose.
Are wonders of untold glory and beauty.
I scanned one of these marvels down not two days ago, in my loaned Exploration Frigate.
After running a few prelimary diagnostics I sojurned into the wormhole.
What an amazing place it is, this sleeper space.
These highly aggressive drones with call signs refering to some sleeper name.
They are strange, and exceedingly powerful.
After focusing the probes on one location I warped to it to determine the nature of the complex when, upon entering the area I was promptly locked and opened up on by these drones.
Their lasers are a class above our own.
They hit with a force unseen before, and have these incredible ships.
It's truly amazing what they are, I would love more time to disect them and see what improvements could be made to our own technology from looking at these machines.
Although they are very hard to survive, let alone destroy.
So I think I will leave that endeavor to others.
*Bleeping can be heard in the background*
Ah well, duty calls once again.
I will update this again when time allows.
Maybe.
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Ah well, I think it is time I updated my logs.
To be honest it has been a rather uneventful period of late.
Just the usual work, along with a few moments of interest...
I was at home in Aphend a few days ago, which is unusual, but it does happen
*Soft laughter can be heard*
In any case, Ciarente Roth dropped by.
Which, needless to say was a pleasant surprise.
Although she had a very strange request for such a frail person.
She wanted me to teach her how to shoot.
Now this is no problem for me, but.
But it felt strange to see this thin Intaki women standing beside me, trying to imitate my posture as I show her how to aim, load and fire a side-arm pistol.
It was strange to once again be teaching a person how to kill another person.
In any case, she seemed to be at least able to hit her target.
Although she may have been slightly overwhelmed when I showed her my training regime.
A dark corridor filled with multiple targets and scant cover, all holographic.
But very convincing.
Either way, she learnt what she needed to know.
Then there is the other point of interest for the time.
Wormholes.
These natural phenomena, or blessed creations of our lord God.
Whichever route you choose.
Are wonders of untold glory and beauty.
I scanned one of these marvels down not two days ago, in my loaned Exploration Frigate.
After running a few prelimary diagnostics I sojurned into the wormhole.
What an amazing place it is, this sleeper space.
These highly aggressive drones with call signs refering to some sleeper name.
They are strange, and exceedingly powerful.
After focusing the probes on one location I warped to it to determine the nature of the complex when, upon entering the area I was promptly locked and opened up on by these drones.
Their lasers are a class above our own.
They hit with a force unseen before, and have these incredible ships.
It's truly amazing what they are, I would love more time to disect them and see what improvements could be made to our own technology from looking at these machines.
Although they are very hard to survive, let alone destroy.
So I think I will leave that endeavor to others.
*Bleeping can be heard in the background*
Ah well, duty calls once again.
I will update this again when time allows.
Maybe.
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
07-03-111YC - Worlds Collide
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*Math'ra can be heard faintly muttering a prayer*
What a fucking day.
I honestly don't believe that it has happened all in one day.
*A very long and heavy sigh*
I best start from the beginning and work onwards.
The morning was opened by a hectic call to arms at VFOR command, as there was a hostile complex located around the Ardar system.
I was part of the initial fleet to enter into and disrupt that complex.
Upon further investigation of nearby systems and localities, two more complexes where found and secured in the name of the Empress and Lord God
Proceeding from there to the assistence of a fellow Militia fleet in the destruction of a wandering Republic Dominix.
Joyful and emboldened from this victory we expanded our search and found five complexes in one of the more remote systems in Matari space.
Three of them being major command posts.
Truly we where blessed by the gods for this work.
For I was promoted at this same time for the rank of Imperial Major.
Ha, Imperial Major M. Hiede.
Has a nice ring doesn't it?
*chuckling*
After such an eventful morning I returned home to Aphend to find a behind schedule mission from my agent, who was now literally begging for me to intervene.
After retrieving my Judgement Paladin from the Hangar and preparing the crew we set off on a mission of Vengance
The mission itself took longer than expected, and after an extremely prolonged engagement the Judgement broke the enemy lines, blasting the Blood Raiders into the void they deserve.
Taking a few moments to survey the immense carnage around the mighty Paladin I had a curious thought and dug up some old logs and opened the comms for a certain Toxic Edge
The Toxic Edge is the Sansha's Nation public comms channel, and I was curious to see if there was any word on Ciarente.
And she was there in person, along with a few familiar faces, and some unkowns.
But thats what happens when you join Unfriendly comm channels...
Well, needless to say. After an initially friendly chat with Ms. Roth I was interupted by someone with the call sign Ghost Hunter whoever that is, but fucking heck he was annoying.
Keep going on as if he was some sort of machine or something equally ridiculous.
Needless to say we argued for a few moments before being cut off by Cia.
At which time I was called back to duty so I decided to cut my losses and head out.
After a short sojurn to Amarr Prime for a cargo run I decided to head to the Last Gate for a relaxing drink.
My one admition to my old self.
That addictive Pirate Bar.
Which I now swear is cursed...
For every time I go near that damn place something dramatic happens.
This time, Eliza "Dame Death" Mariska and some objectional Amarrian bitch where the subject of curiousity...
What a troubled soul that Eliza is.
And that Amarrian women knew it.
And knew what would happen if she was left to her own devices.
So I helped her.
I helped her enslave Eliza Mariska.
I still don't truly think it will work, but it's her best shot.
I must pray that it works.
In any case, after I escorted Eliza to the awaiting holding ship.
Eurgh, I still don't like the persona I have to use in public, It is so... so fucking arrogant...
But I have to do it now, I'm not just any capsuleer.
I am the Hiede Capsuleer, the Sword of the Faith.
And as such I must uphold the families Honour and defend the Kingdom, and by extension the Empire at large.
Needing a break from the morning tumultuos events I stopped by Ciarente's apartment after a swift call to my agents location services.
Interbus has improved lately, alot faster and more reliable than they used to be.
At any rate, seeing Ciarente was good.
It was good to see her as a functioning person, instead of a drugged up wreck.
After some small talk and general chatter we somehow moved onto my meeting with Tiryan and how he left his datapad for me.
I still had not accessed it, I guess I was too scared at what it might show me.
At Ciarente's prompting though, I accessed it while at her apartment.
It.. It was a live feed directly to Tiryan.
I wasn't prepared to see him again just yet.
At least, not without having thought about it some more.
But after seeing him I just let loose and demanded he tell me what was going on, to tell me everything.
After some evasive talk he told the full story about how my father died.
He told me why he died.
And why we never heard anything about it.
Except that letter home two days before.
Wait a second...
FUCK, THAT MIGHT BE IT.
Computer!
save recording and store in secure data.
Then Initiate shutdown and full lock!
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Enter Authorisation...
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Authorisation Accepted.
Please State Intent
...
Intent Stated.
Opening Audio Recording Software
*Math'ra can be heard faintly muttering a prayer*
What a fucking day.
I honestly don't believe that it has happened all in one day.
*A very long and heavy sigh*
I best start from the beginning and work onwards.
The morning was opened by a hectic call to arms at VFOR command, as there was a hostile complex located around the Ardar system.
I was part of the initial fleet to enter into and disrupt that complex.
Upon further investigation of nearby systems and localities, two more complexes where found and secured in the name of the Empress and Lord God
Proceeding from there to the assistence of a fellow Militia fleet in the destruction of a wandering Republic Dominix.
Joyful and emboldened from this victory we expanded our search and found five complexes in one of the more remote systems in Matari space.
Three of them being major command posts.
Truly we where blessed by the gods for this work.
For I was promoted at this same time for the rank of Imperial Major.
Ha, Imperial Major M. Hiede.
Has a nice ring doesn't it?
*chuckling*
After such an eventful morning I returned home to Aphend to find a behind schedule mission from my agent, who was now literally begging for me to intervene.
After retrieving my Judgement Paladin from the Hangar and preparing the crew we set off on a mission of Vengance
The mission itself took longer than expected, and after an extremely prolonged engagement the Judgement broke the enemy lines, blasting the Blood Raiders into the void they deserve.
Taking a few moments to survey the immense carnage around the mighty Paladin I had a curious thought and dug up some old logs and opened the comms for a certain Toxic Edge
The Toxic Edge is the Sansha's Nation public comms channel, and I was curious to see if there was any word on Ciarente.
And she was there in person, along with a few familiar faces, and some unkowns.
But thats what happens when you join Unfriendly comm channels...
Well, needless to say. After an initially friendly chat with Ms. Roth I was interupted by someone with the call sign Ghost Hunter whoever that is, but fucking heck he was annoying.
Keep going on as if he was some sort of machine or something equally ridiculous.
Needless to say we argued for a few moments before being cut off by Cia.
At which time I was called back to duty so I decided to cut my losses and head out.
After a short sojurn to Amarr Prime for a cargo run I decided to head to the Last Gate for a relaxing drink.
My one admition to my old self.
That addictive Pirate Bar.
Which I now swear is cursed...
For every time I go near that damn place something dramatic happens.
This time, Eliza "Dame Death" Mariska and some objectional Amarrian bitch where the subject of curiousity...
What a troubled soul that Eliza is.
And that Amarrian women knew it.
And knew what would happen if she was left to her own devices.
So I helped her.
I helped her enslave Eliza Mariska.
I still don't truly think it will work, but it's her best shot.
I must pray that it works.
In any case, after I escorted Eliza to the awaiting holding ship.
Eurgh, I still don't like the persona I have to use in public, It is so... so fucking arrogant...
But I have to do it now, I'm not just any capsuleer.
I am the Hiede Capsuleer, the Sword of the Faith.
And as such I must uphold the families Honour and defend the Kingdom, and by extension the Empire at large.
Needing a break from the morning tumultuos events I stopped by Ciarente's apartment after a swift call to my agents location services.
Interbus has improved lately, alot faster and more reliable than they used to be.
At any rate, seeing Ciarente was good.
It was good to see her as a functioning person, instead of a drugged up wreck.
After some small talk and general chatter we somehow moved onto my meeting with Tiryan and how he left his datapad for me.
I still had not accessed it, I guess I was too scared at what it might show me.
At Ciarente's prompting though, I accessed it while at her apartment.
It.. It was a live feed directly to Tiryan.
I wasn't prepared to see him again just yet.
At least, not without having thought about it some more.
But after seeing him I just let loose and demanded he tell me what was going on, to tell me everything.
After some evasive talk he told the full story about how my father died.
He told me why he died.
And why we never heard anything about it.
Except that letter home two days before.
Wait a second...
FUCK, THAT MIGHT BE IT.
Computer!
save recording and store in secure data.
Then Initiate shutdown and full lock!
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
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Friday, March 6, 2009
05-03-111YC - Dubious Words
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What an interesting afternoon I have just had.
What an interesting time indeed.
I stopped into the Last Gate after a long day, which was very routine and standard so I won't bother to record anything about it.
But the trip to the Last Gate became alot more eventful.
After sitting down to have a drink I saw Eliza "Dame Death" Mariska with a friend of hers talking to that... man...
A Sani Sabik pilot by the name of Varden.
Taking a small amount of sympathy for the women I intervened by ordering Eliza to have a talk with me and inviting her friend over as well.
We spoke for some time about nothing issues, but when Eliza's friend left I started to talk to her about her issues with the Empire.
I have faith in that Lady, she is very troubled and has demons of her own she must deal with but I have faith she can push through and once more become a gleaming beacon of hope for the Empire.
A Standard by which we can all measure ourselves.
But the conversation was interupted by Verone, of all people Ethan Verone.
Perhaps the most well known pirate in the EVE cluster excepting his Guristas masters Rabbit and Fatal.
He wen't on some rambling talk about freedom and proof about god and other such blasphemous talk.
But when he hit close to home with one of his comments I let go and gave him his own version of how thick that man is.
How he has simply no comprehension of what it is to be Amarrian, to be a believer of the True Faith.
After listening to his babble for long enough I left, reminding Eliza about her duty and she should consider my suggestions.
*Elongated Sigh*
I can't understand how you can be so against someone's point of view that you simply will not listen to reason.
If not for our lord god I would be dead many times over.
For it is his guiding hand that has kept me safe on all my missions thus far.
Even when I shunned him, he kept me safe and ensured I was shown the path to redemption.
I simply cannot understand.
He must not have yet recieved that call.
All I can do is pray for his corrupted soul to be redeemed.
But duty calls again.
There is no sleep for those on the front-lines.
Initiative Autherised.
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Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
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Opening Audio Recording Software
What an interesting afternoon I have just had.
What an interesting time indeed.
I stopped into the Last Gate after a long day, which was very routine and standard so I won't bother to record anything about it.
But the trip to the Last Gate became alot more eventful.
After sitting down to have a drink I saw Eliza "Dame Death" Mariska with a friend of hers talking to that... man...
A Sani Sabik pilot by the name of Varden.
Taking a small amount of sympathy for the women I intervened by ordering Eliza to have a talk with me and inviting her friend over as well.
We spoke for some time about nothing issues, but when Eliza's friend left I started to talk to her about her issues with the Empire.
I have faith in that Lady, she is very troubled and has demons of her own she must deal with but I have faith she can push through and once more become a gleaming beacon of hope for the Empire.
A Standard by which we can all measure ourselves.
But the conversation was interupted by Verone, of all people Ethan Verone.
Perhaps the most well known pirate in the EVE cluster excepting his Guristas masters Rabbit and Fatal.
He wen't on some rambling talk about freedom and proof about god and other such blasphemous talk.
But when he hit close to home with one of his comments I let go and gave him his own version of how thick that man is.
How he has simply no comprehension of what it is to be Amarrian, to be a believer of the True Faith.
After listening to his babble for long enough I left, reminding Eliza about her duty and she should consider my suggestions.
*Elongated Sigh*
I can't understand how you can be so against someone's point of view that you simply will not listen to reason.
If not for our lord god I would be dead many times over.
For it is his guiding hand that has kept me safe on all my missions thus far.
Even when I shunned him, he kept me safe and ensured I was shown the path to redemption.
I simply cannot understand.
He must not have yet recieved that call.
All I can do is pray for his corrupted soul to be redeemed.
But duty calls again.
There is no sleep for those on the front-lines.
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
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Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
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Monday, March 2, 2009
02-03-111YC - Unseen shadows
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What a day.
From front line combat to philosophical discusions...
I suppose I had better explain it all.
The front lines where interesting.
In the dying hours of last night and this morning I was part of a front line unit that captured a vital complex and destroyed a hostile fleet.
Then I proceeded to De-contest 2 more systems furing the same stint.
After a few hours of sleep I was called to duty by VFOR command and joined up with a fleet before being called stationside only an hour or two after.
This business kept me busy all of the damn day.
Accounts need to be taught how to manage the damn accounts. It is not that hard...
Anyway...
After returning to the pod I went on a solo run through the local systems to find any complexes.
After retrieving my Navy Slicer and entering into a Medium Rated Complex, and securing three full quarters of the outpost.
I got fucking jumped by Matari Re-inforcements.
A full bloody wing of the bastards!
Needless to say my Slicer was almost instantly vaporised by the incoming fire.
None of the modules where retrieved and I am aproximately forty million Kredits out of pocket for a new one.
But I think it can wait for now.
The coercer seems to be a much more capable vessel in those sized engagements.
...hmm...
It is confusing to say the least.
After catching an Interbus shuttle to the Last Gate I ran into Graelyn.
A most esteemed member of the Empire, and someone I have looked up to for many years.
We conversed.
And he....
He told me about his year 110.
Aparently it doesn't exist.
All records of it are gone.
nothing.
The only link he has is some obscure corp called legiOn or something..
He mentioned his previous alliance as well, and some dark stories that I didn't hear very well.
It got me thinking about what Tiryan said.
That there was something in the Empire that didn't always work to the Empires advantage.
I will have to talk to him more about this.
Infact...
Computer, save recording and store in secure data.
Then Initiate shutdown and full lock.
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
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System Defenses Online.
Awaiting Further Directive.>
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Opening Audio Recording Software
What a day.
From front line combat to philosophical discusions...
I suppose I had better explain it all.
The front lines where interesting.
In the dying hours of last night and this morning I was part of a front line unit that captured a vital complex and destroyed a hostile fleet.
Then I proceeded to De-contest 2 more systems furing the same stint.
After a few hours of sleep I was called to duty by VFOR command and joined up with a fleet before being called stationside only an hour or two after.
This business kept me busy all of the damn day.
Accounts need to be taught how to manage the damn accounts. It is not that hard...
Anyway...
After returning to the pod I went on a solo run through the local systems to find any complexes.
After retrieving my Navy Slicer and entering into a Medium Rated Complex, and securing three full quarters of the outpost.
I got fucking jumped by Matari Re-inforcements.
A full bloody wing of the bastards!
Needless to say my Slicer was almost instantly vaporised by the incoming fire.
None of the modules where retrieved and I am aproximately forty million Kredits out of pocket for a new one.
But I think it can wait for now.
The coercer seems to be a much more capable vessel in those sized engagements.
...hmm...
It is confusing to say the least.
After catching an Interbus shuttle to the Last Gate I ran into Graelyn.
A most esteemed member of the Empire, and someone I have looked up to for many years.
We conversed.
And he....
He told me about his year 110.
Aparently it doesn't exist.
All records of it are gone.
nothing.
The only link he has is some obscure corp called legiOn or something..
He mentioned his previous alliance as well, and some dark stories that I didn't hear very well.
It got me thinking about what Tiryan said.
That there was something in the Empire that didn't always work to the Empires advantage.
I will have to talk to him more about this.
Infact...
Computer, save recording and store in secure data.
Then Initiate shutdown and full lock.
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
System Defenses Online.
Awaiting Further Directive.>
Friday, February 27, 2009
27-02-111YC - Ghosts of the Past
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I met with Tiryan yesterday.
I met him in the Last Gate like we organised.
*elongated sigh*
I was full of conflicting emotion, I was glad to see him all right and well.
But at the same time I was furious with him for everything he had done.
He tried to explain about my father and started on some story about some enemies my father had in the Navy.
I didn't fully comprehend what he was talking about.
Then he mentioned my fathers diary.
He said I should have it.
I didn't know what he was on about, this seemed to shock him greatly.
He rushed out shortly after giving me a datapad that he said would explain things more.
I still haven't looked at it.
I guess I'm affraid at what I will see in it.
Argh, no time to ponder now.
I still have work to do for my agent.
And I have some study to do before Marshal Gangleri returns to active duty.
So many things to do.
And so many ghosts haunting my steps.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Enter Authorisation...
*************
Authorisation Accepted.
Please State Intent
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Intent Stated.
Opening Audio Recording Software
I met with Tiryan yesterday.
I met him in the Last Gate like we organised.
*elongated sigh*
I was full of conflicting emotion, I was glad to see him all right and well.
But at the same time I was furious with him for everything he had done.
He tried to explain about my father and started on some story about some enemies my father had in the Navy.
I didn't fully comprehend what he was talking about.
Then he mentioned my fathers diary.
He said I should have it.
I didn't know what he was on about, this seemed to shock him greatly.
He rushed out shortly after giving me a datapad that he said would explain things more.
I still haven't looked at it.
I guess I'm affraid at what I will see in it.
Argh, no time to ponder now.
I still have work to do for my agent.
And I have some study to do before Marshal Gangleri returns to active duty.
So many things to do.
And so many ghosts haunting my steps.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
24-02-111YC - Reawakening
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I think I will continue from where I left this yesterday...
After my meeting with Tiyran I went back to the room that had been given to me for the night.
This so called "room" was infact the entire top level of the local cities most prestigious hotel.
Sometimes I fail to understand these people.
Yes I am a Capsuleer.
Yes I have more ISK than these people are likely to aquire in three lifetimes.
Yes I hold the power to devestate entire planets and colonies
But I am still human.
More to the point.
I am god's man once again.
....a long drawn out sigh....
"God’s compassion is all encompassing; His vengeance, all consuming."
- Grand Admiral Sundara The Kor-Azor charge. YC 110.6.10
Those are the words that are now emblazoned on my personal crest and are engraved onto the hull of every ship I own.
During my stay with my family, my grandfather took me aside into his private chambers.
There he showed me my families history, such as it was.
He spoke to me about everything that had happened since I was last admitted entry to the family residence.
He forgave me.
Everything I did, all the heresy that I created.
He forgave me.
He said it was god's test.
The test of a Paladin.
He said I had passed.
He said that I was now free to become the man I was born to be.
A god among stars.
The Blade of Righteousness
The Sword of Truth.
I am Reborn.
It was this event that changed my perspective on life.
he opened my eyes, but showed me more than just the usual drible of the Priests.
He showed me Amarr as it truly should be.
What it CAN be.
My Faith will be strong.
I am Reborn.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
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Authorisation Accepted.
Please State Intent
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Intent Stated.
Opening Audio Recording Software
I think I will continue from where I left this yesterday...
After my meeting with Tiyran I went back to the room that had been given to me for the night.
This so called "room" was infact the entire top level of the local cities most prestigious hotel.
Sometimes I fail to understand these people.
Yes I am a Capsuleer.
Yes I have more ISK than these people are likely to aquire in three lifetimes.
Yes I hold the power to devestate entire planets and colonies
But I am still human.
More to the point.
I am god's man once again.
....a long drawn out sigh....
"God’s compassion is all encompassing; His vengeance, all consuming."
- Grand Admiral Sundara The Kor-Azor charge. YC 110.6.10
Those are the words that are now emblazoned on my personal crest and are engraved onto the hull of every ship I own.
During my stay with my family, my grandfather took me aside into his private chambers.
There he showed me my families history, such as it was.
He spoke to me about everything that had happened since I was last admitted entry to the family residence.
He forgave me.
Everything I did, all the heresy that I created.
He forgave me.
He said it was god's test.
The test of a Paladin.
He said I had passed.
He said that I was now free to become the man I was born to be.
A god among stars.
The Blade of Righteousness
The Sword of Truth.
I am Reborn.
It was this event that changed my perspective on life.
he opened my eyes, but showed me more than just the usual drible of the Priests.
He showed me Amarr as it truly should be.
What it CAN be.
My Faith will be strong.
I am Reborn.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Monday, February 23, 2009
23-02-111YC - A Trip Home
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I'm going to try this manually for once I think, instead of leaving the system on passive observe.
It's nice to be back home.
Funny how I now think of my apartment in Aphend my home.
Anyway, I have been to my birth-place for the last week or so, the time became blury.
It has been so long since I saw anyone from that planet...
Kihtaled II that is...
This time when I landed, I was not greeted by the silence of an empty room.
Instead I recieved the thunderous applause of the entire city, which appeared to have arrayed at the port to greet me, the local capsuleer hero.
I... I was overwhelmed to say the least.
My home city had aparently garnered information of my iminent arrival and had planned an enourmous welcoming.
This welcoming lasted two entire days.
During which time I was rather abruptly reminded about the local customs, which wasn't a bad thing as it saved me from a potential extremely embarrasing situation.
As the festivities came to an end I had arranged to go back to my families land after meeting with my Grandparents earlier that day to spend time with my family.
But to thrust directly at the point.
I was walking along a dark street disguised in a monks robe.
Just taking in the planet and city that I grew up in.
Remembering all the tales and stories held within those long buried memories
When is was thrown out of my reverie by a man appeared beside me in a similar robe.
I was surprised initially, but even more so when he spoke to me and called me by my name.
It...
It was Tiryan Khanid.
A man whom I had not seen for many long years and who had been responsible for both my release and subsequent escape from Amarrian Authority
and before that.
My Commanding Officer in the Navy.
the one man I thought I could trust with my life after my father's demise.
And there he was, standing beside me in a dark alley.
On MY home planet.
Knowing full well what could happen if I so desired.
It didn't make sense
He said he had been looking for me since I rejoined the Empire.
He said that he had some explaining to do.
He said a great many things.
But what he didnt say.
was why.
Why was he there, why he was not surrounded by armed guards, why he was there for me.
why?
Why is always a question greater than it's answer, so spake it wisely or not at all my son.
Father's words coming back to haunt me, every time I seen Tiyran I see my father's ghost behind him.
I agreed to meet him back in space when I was finished on planet.
He said he had some explaining to do.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Enter Authorisation...
*************
Authorisation Accepted.
Please State Intent
...
Intent Stated.
Opening Audio Recording Software
I'm going to try this manually for once I think, instead of leaving the system on passive observe.
It's nice to be back home.
Funny how I now think of my apartment in Aphend my home.
Anyway, I have been to my birth-place for the last week or so, the time became blury.
It has been so long since I saw anyone from that planet...
Kihtaled II that is...
This time when I landed, I was not greeted by the silence of an empty room.
Instead I recieved the thunderous applause of the entire city, which appeared to have arrayed at the port to greet me, the local capsuleer hero.
I... I was overwhelmed to say the least.
My home city had aparently garnered information of my iminent arrival and had planned an enourmous welcoming.
This welcoming lasted two entire days.
During which time I was rather abruptly reminded about the local customs, which wasn't a bad thing as it saved me from a potential extremely embarrasing situation.
As the festivities came to an end I had arranged to go back to my families land after meeting with my Grandparents earlier that day to spend time with my family.
But to thrust directly at the point.
I was walking along a dark street disguised in a monks robe.
Just taking in the planet and city that I grew up in.
Remembering all the tales and stories held within those long buried memories
When is was thrown out of my reverie by a man appeared beside me in a similar robe.
I was surprised initially, but even more so when he spoke to me and called me by my name.
It...
It was Tiryan Khanid.
A man whom I had not seen for many long years and who had been responsible for both my release and subsequent escape from Amarrian Authority
and before that.
My Commanding Officer in the Navy.
the one man I thought I could trust with my life after my father's demise.
And there he was, standing beside me in a dark alley.
On MY home planet.
Knowing full well what could happen if I so desired.
It didn't make sense
He said he had been looking for me since I rejoined the Empire.
He said that he had some explaining to do.
He said a great many things.
But what he didnt say.
was why.
Why was he there, why he was not surrounded by armed guards, why he was there for me.
why?
Why is always a question greater than it's answer, so spake it wisely or not at all my son.
Father's words coming back to haunt me, every time I seen Tiyran I see my father's ghost behind him.
I agreed to meet him back in space when I was finished on planet.
He said he had some explaining to do.
Computer, save recording and store in personal files.
Then Initiate shutdown
Initiative Autherised.
File Saved.
Shutdown Initiated
Security Locks Activated.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
03-02-111YC - A New Arena
Math'ra Hiede walks into the room looking tired and worn.
He walks over to his favorite couch and slumps down, waving his hands to dim the lights and drifts off to sleep.
beep... beep...
Math'ra slowly opens his eyes and looks up from where he had fallen a sleep, stretching and sitting up, looking around with bleary eyes he sees his datapad blinking.
He was required to report to active duty station in 35 minutes.
That left 15 minutes to wake up and get ready he thought sleepily.
"What a few days....
I joined VFOR only 3 days ago.. hard to believe.
I have already been on 5 different deployments to secure critical locations for the Empire.
And then the new High Command promoted me, twice!
Nothing is the same as I remember it.
Even old Admiral Khanid has retired and is now just flying his personally charted frigate around.
Which reminds me, I need to see if I can look him up at some stage.
I have some questions I need to ask him..'
Math'ra stands and walks into his private room and dresses in his pod suit, putting standard VFOR Spacecrafsmen uniform on.
"Even as director of security I was never this pressed in QAI.
Eurgh. War does that to people though.
Time to make it history."
Math'ra Hiede turns to his Computer before strapping on his guns and striding out.
"Stop recording, file under personal, then initiate shutdown"
He walks over to his favorite couch and slumps down, waving his hands to dim the lights and drifts off to sleep.
beep... beep...
Math'ra slowly opens his eyes and looks up from where he had fallen a sleep, stretching and sitting up, looking around with bleary eyes he sees his datapad blinking.
He was required to report to active duty station in 35 minutes.
That left 15 minutes to wake up and get ready he thought sleepily.
"What a few days....
I joined VFOR only 3 days ago.. hard to believe.
I have already been on 5 different deployments to secure critical locations for the Empire.
And then the new High Command promoted me, twice!
Nothing is the same as I remember it.
Even old Admiral Khanid has retired and is now just flying his personally charted frigate around.
Which reminds me, I need to see if I can look him up at some stage.
I have some questions I need to ask him..'
Math'ra stands and walks into his private room and dresses in his pod suit, putting standard VFOR Spacecrafsmen uniform on.
"Even as director of security I was never this pressed in QAI.
Eurgh. War does that to people though.
Time to make it history."
Math'ra Hiede turns to his Computer before strapping on his guns and striding out.
"Stop recording, file under personal, then initiate shutdown"
Friday, January 30, 2009
30-1-111YC - A Long Shift
Math'ra lay down on his couch, looking over the spactious apartment with relief.
It was nice to be back home.
Funny
he thought to himself.
That I now call this place home.
Looking up at the ceiling, which was the standard intricate and delicate style of an Amarrian Architect he had hired to build this place for him.
Letting out a long sigh he closed his eyes and spoke, while the faithful computer began its usual recordings.
"It's nice to be back, such a long 3 days.
Three days in Fountain space, dealing with Pandemic Legion pilots and workers.
Three days in one of the toughest and nastiest areas of known space.
And now I'm back again."
A small smile came over his face as he relaxed and just enjoyed being able to let the stress wash away.
"And now I am moving corporations.
I filed my resignation today, after just over a year with QAI I'm leaving.
It's hard to believe, I never thought I could do it.
Ah well, I'm leaving good people in my stead, although it is amusing to note it is taking at least two or three people to do what I did by myself."
Math'ra chuckles to himself
"And now im returning to the Empire.
I'm going back, it is time to face those bastards at High Command and take them on.
I'm going to make them sorry that they kicked me out.
I just hope Vigilia Valeria Expeditionary Forces don't find anything untoward in my service records.
I hope that they are locked away securely enough that they don't come to light, for that would surely give them cause to doubt."
Math'ra props himself up on the couch and turns to the holo-display and calls up some of the service records he obtained in his snooping around during the last year.
Casting his eye over the recording of the council that passed down the verdict that shattered his life.
And he noticed something that he had never picked up before.
That Khanid was fimiliar...
It was Tiyran Khanid.
The man who had taken him under his wing after his father had died, he had been the way he had sourced alot of the information that he had accumulated while investigating the incident, although who was in command of the whole operation still remained a mystery.
"You slimy bastard, you twisted little fucker.
You could have saved me, just one vote from you and they wouldn't have been able to capture me."
Math'ra by now had stood up from the couch and was trying to control his trembling.
"I'm coming back you bastard, and if I find you.
God have mercy on your twisted soul."
It was nice to be back home.
Funny
he thought to himself.
That I now call this place home.
Looking up at the ceiling, which was the standard intricate and delicate style of an Amarrian Architect he had hired to build this place for him.
Letting out a long sigh he closed his eyes and spoke, while the faithful computer began its usual recordings.
"It's nice to be back, such a long 3 days.
Three days in Fountain space, dealing with Pandemic Legion pilots and workers.
Three days in one of the toughest and nastiest areas of known space.
And now I'm back again."
A small smile came over his face as he relaxed and just enjoyed being able to let the stress wash away.
"And now I am moving corporations.
I filed my resignation today, after just over a year with QAI I'm leaving.
It's hard to believe, I never thought I could do it.
Ah well, I'm leaving good people in my stead, although it is amusing to note it is taking at least two or three people to do what I did by myself."
Math'ra chuckles to himself
"And now im returning to the Empire.
I'm going back, it is time to face those bastards at High Command and take them on.
I'm going to make them sorry that they kicked me out.
I just hope Vigilia Valeria Expeditionary Forces don't find anything untoward in my service records.
I hope that they are locked away securely enough that they don't come to light, for that would surely give them cause to doubt."
Math'ra props himself up on the couch and turns to the holo-display and calls up some of the service records he obtained in his snooping around during the last year.
Casting his eye over the recording of the council that passed down the verdict that shattered his life.
And he noticed something that he had never picked up before.
That Khanid was fimiliar...
It was Tiyran Khanid.
The man who had taken him under his wing after his father had died, he had been the way he had sourced alot of the information that he had accumulated while investigating the incident, although who was in command of the whole operation still remained a mystery.
"You slimy bastard, you twisted little fucker.
You could have saved me, just one vote from you and they wouldn't have been able to capture me."
Math'ra by now had stood up from the couch and was trying to control his trembling.
"I'm coming back you bastard, and if I find you.
God have mercy on your twisted soul."
Saturday, January 24, 2009
24-1-111YC - A Day From Hell
Math'ra Hiede storms into his apartment walks into a large training room, he can be heard visciously swearing and loud thumping sounds can be heard from the room.
After about ten minutes he walks back out, looking annoyed but decidedly less angry.
As he starts to speak the computers automated recording starts.
"That dumb stupid bitch.
Who is she to tell me about such things.
Fucking hell, she has never had to deal with being in a situation where your best mate gets his fucking head blown off by a Matari projectile cannon, or your Sergeant's body being torn in two by some crazed fucking pysco bastard.
Loosing her father my fucking arse!
Mine is DEAD DAMNIT! HE ISN'T COMING BACK
Hers is just walking around as someone else, but HE IS STILL THERE, he CAN be fixed!
Mine is gone, never coming back, made of ashes now.
*long elongated sigh*
Fucking whore."
Math'ra stands and walks around the room a bit before pulling up a holo of his Family,
His Mother and Father, Him and his younger sister.
"They are all out of reach now.
Even when I tried to go home, they shut the doors on me.
I couldn't even say Hi, hows mum, hows the rest of the family, how are you
anything, they just shut me off.
I'm an outcast.
Sure I can legally fly in Amarr Space, and sure I work for Carthum Conglomerate and rent my apartment from them.
But in my families eyes
I'm still the man who got booted from the Imperial Navy for heresy."
Math'ra takes off his long black leather cloak and pulls out one of his Matte Black Kaalakiota-Issue Military Sidearm and stares at it, loading an Anti-Matter shell he points it at the holo and mimes shooting it before unloading the gun and placing it on a nearby desk.
"It didn't help that the first part of the day has been horrible.
After concluding some talks with Gallente Diplomats I went and viewed the survey repots from one of my men about the viability of setting up a Portable Tower in Fountain.
It wasn't very good.
The rest of they day involved dealing with a rogue group of Sansha's Vessels that had invaded a local deadspace complex and I was ordered to clear it out by sector command.
It was hell to fight those.. Nightmares...
Even with my Judgement flagship Paladin.
They just threw themselves at me without a care for themselves, they where the True Slaves.
Mindless Zombies to the dead Sansha's ideals."
Math'ra slumps down in his favourite couch and looks up at the ceiling, clearly drained.
"To relax I flew to the Gate.
And ran into Ciarente and Vikarion, there was someone else.
But I don't remember them well.
And I have already spoken about that anyway.
Computer, stop recording and save in personal. Then initiate Shutdown"
After about ten minutes he walks back out, looking annoyed but decidedly less angry.
As he starts to speak the computers automated recording starts.
"That dumb stupid bitch.
Who is she to tell me about such things.
Fucking hell, she has never had to deal with being in a situation where your best mate gets his fucking head blown off by a Matari projectile cannon, or your Sergeant's body being torn in two by some crazed fucking pysco bastard.
Loosing her father my fucking arse!
Mine is DEAD DAMNIT! HE ISN'T COMING BACK
Hers is just walking around as someone else, but HE IS STILL THERE, he CAN be fixed!
Mine is gone, never coming back, made of ashes now.
*long elongated sigh*
Fucking whore."
Math'ra stands and walks around the room a bit before pulling up a holo of his Family,
His Mother and Father, Him and his younger sister.
"They are all out of reach now.
Even when I tried to go home, they shut the doors on me.
I couldn't even say Hi, hows mum, hows the rest of the family, how are you
anything, they just shut me off.
I'm an outcast.
Sure I can legally fly in Amarr Space, and sure I work for Carthum Conglomerate and rent my apartment from them.
But in my families eyes
I'm still the man who got booted from the Imperial Navy for heresy."
Math'ra takes off his long black leather cloak and pulls out one of his Matte Black Kaalakiota-Issue Military Sidearm and stares at it, loading an Anti-Matter shell he points it at the holo and mimes shooting it before unloading the gun and placing it on a nearby desk.
"It didn't help that the first part of the day has been horrible.
After concluding some talks with Gallente Diplomats I went and viewed the survey repots from one of my men about the viability of setting up a Portable Tower in Fountain.
It wasn't very good.
The rest of they day involved dealing with a rogue group of Sansha's Vessels that had invaded a local deadspace complex and I was ordered to clear it out by sector command.
It was hell to fight those.. Nightmares...
Even with my Judgement flagship Paladin.
They just threw themselves at me without a care for themselves, they where the True Slaves.
Mindless Zombies to the dead Sansha's ideals."
Math'ra slumps down in his favourite couch and looks up at the ceiling, clearly drained.
"To relax I flew to the Gate.
And ran into Ciarente and Vikarion, there was someone else.
But I don't remember them well.
And I have already spoken about that anyway.
Computer, stop recording and save in personal. Then initiate Shutdown"
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