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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!
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
Defense Systems Online.
Power Down in 3.. 2.. 1..
System Defenses Online.
Awaiting Further Directive.>
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