YC 122.07.14 // Time

I sat quietly in my chair, the clinking of dishes and cutlery and soft chatter of café patrons enveloping the small place with a calming white noise. I came here often these days – always on my own. It was comforting. Safe. But not today. Today was different.

Today I wasn’t alone.

A waitress came over and left our drinks – two spiced ciders fitting for the chilly days on this side of Luminaire. Neither I nor my… guest… acknowledged her, or our drinks. It was a long, long moment before she spoke first.

“Mithathrotes.” she said quietly, her voice a shadow of the enthusiastic excitement it once was. I reflexively raised my chin, and slowly turned my gaze to the sky outside. The window was frosty and dirty from recent snowfall. She gently reached for and lifted her drink to her lips, taking a small sip before setting it back on the table, her eyes locked on me as she looked for a reaction. I stared out the window.

After another long, long moment she sighed and lowered her head. A dusting of snow was starting to come down once more outside. She spoke again, her face still gazing downward and her voice barely rising above the quiet cacophony.

“It’s been ten years, Adainy.” I finally turned back toward her. “Ten years.” She lifted her head to meet my gaze. The distinct metallic glint of her eye unsettled me. You’d be forgiven for thinking it was real, but when hit by the light in just such a way, you could tell it wasn’t her own.

I nodded.

“Did you even try to -“

“No.” I said curtly. I folded my arms as my drink sat untouched. She went quiet and tilted her head ever so slightly. “I don’t even know if you’re actually here right now. Maybe I’ve finally gone crazy and I’m talking to a ghost. Or a memory.” I said with a slight shrug.

She looked at me for a moment then reached down to a small bag by her chair. She rummaged inside for something – a slip of paper – and placed it on the table between the two of us. It was folded over and worn. I picked it up as if it would disintegrate in my hands and opened it.

“I went back. A long time after, but I did. I found that in your last reported location before the Federal Navy picked you up.”

“I thought I’d lost it.” I replied.

She was quiet for a moment before speaking up, this time with angry undertones. “I looked for you, Adainy. But you couldn’t be bothered to do the same for me.” She was staring daggers now. “I lost everything, but I…”

Her voice was starting to shake now. Anger and sadness came boiling over in a low tirade as she leaned forward.

“I looked. I never believed you would be dead, and when I finally woke up, you were the first thing on my mind. I knew what had happened to the others but I didn’t know about you. And now, I find you here. Living the quiet, sad life of a retired capsuleer. Docking and transit logs show your ships idling in hangars for years on end. Did you know I even got a hold of the waste and disposal records of your pod’s amniotic fluid?” She raised an eyebrow at me. The question was rhetorical. I didn’t know. I didn’t have any idea she’d come back from the dead and tracked me down.

“When amniotic fluid starts crystallizing, Adainy, you know you’re in a bad spot.” She leaned back and rested a hand on the table, tapping the side of her glass.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

It was the distinct sound of metal hitting ceramic. She stared and I looked at her. Not just her eyes with the one glinting in the light. I looked at all of her. The perfectly shorn head had been replaced by a frame of dark hair. A once-confident face now laced subtly with a subdermal reconstructive matrix that you could barely see glowing under the skin. Her hand had not a bit of flesh left on it. Her outfit was the clothing of a civilian, and no longer did she wear her reds and whites. No insignia to mark her rank, no weapon hanging from her side. She continued tapping the glass.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

I reached forward with apprehension and placed my hand on hers. The tapping stopped. Her metal fingers were cold. I looked at them as well, studying them, trying to place them in my mind as a part of her now. I felt heat rising in my chest and for the first time in a long, long time, I…

“Can they feel?” I asked her, still resting my hand on hers. She was quiet for a moment as she seemed to let her guard down for a moment.

“Not like they used to.” There was acceptance in the reply.

I turned her hand and ran my thumb across the plating that protected the internal components. S-O-E was stamped in the metal. Suddenly, anger welled up inside of me, quickly and with force.

“Why didn’t they tell me?” I asked her.

She smiled, looking at me, and shook her head. “You were going to be a capsuleer. You were going to become a god. You were going to become immortal. You were beyond me.”

“No, no, I want a name. I want to know who made that call because it wasn’t right to leave me in the dark. I should have been told. I should have -“

“You should have looked for me.” She pulled her hand from mine. I retracted, shame now washing over me.

“I saw you… I saw what they did. I saw what you did. I couldn’t have known.”

She was silent for a moment. “No, you couldn’t have. So I suppose the issue is you’re just quite literally hopeless.” She took a sip of her cider. “Couldn’t even be bothered to see if there was a grave you could cry at.” I dropped my head. The shame was now unbearable.

“I would give up immortality to get everything back that I’ve lost. I truly would, to undo everything.” I unfolded the paper and looked at it once more. My eyes grew hot and I felt tears coming on silently. I did my best to quell them. Suddenly there was the sound of her chair scratching the floor as she pushed away from the table. She reached down with smooth mechanical movement and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her should. She picked up her drink and downed the rest of it.

“That’s a nice sentiment, Adainy,” she spoke as she set the glass on the table, “and probably why you’ve been walking around without ever once stepping back into your pod. You want to die.”

She looked intensely at me, staring straight through to my soul to make sure I heard her next words.

“But Mithathrotes can’t die. He can’t go to heaven or hell. He can haunt the land casting a dark shadow on everything, hoping, praying that someone, somewhere can just end it all for him. But that can’t happen. It’s a curse, you know. One he brought on himself through his own arrogant and naive actions thinking he could set right all the wrongs in the world, without learning to accept both the dark and the light.”

She went silent for a moment.

“The second you show a shred of happiness, I’m sure you’ll find the death you want. That’ll never happen for you, though. Maybe it could have before but now…” She looked me up and down with a critical gaze. “Not anymore. Goodbye, Adainy.”

She turned and walked out of the café into the cold snow, disappearing under a haze of flurries and neon lights.

YC109.08.04 // In the Handwringers


They live beyond the coils of space, where they wring your hands and twist your face.

They tie you up and burn your feet, they’ll pull your nails and taste your meat.

They slice your flesh and drain your blood, and rip you up all covered in mud.

They’ll whistle and howl to your family’s mourn, the men of Bhaal and the children of ‘Gorn.


They’ll creep in the dark and laugh in the night, grabbing you quick with all their might.

They’ll strike your eyes and cut your hair, then hang you up all wet and bare.

They’ll dance all night to a hurried beat, far from the light of a burning heat.

They’ll  toast you up and make you torn, the men of Bhaal and the children of ‘Gorn.


And all at last they’ll shake you down, a jubilant crowd dragging you to the town.

A parade they’ll make of flesh and bone, then lay you atop a street of stone,

to gather ’round with all hands wringing, all gathered ’round and quietly singing,

 “We feast on all who are dead and born, we are the men of Bhaal, the children of ‘Gorn”.


YC109.08.27 // Messenger


Mrs. Uomari,

As you very well know, your husband was one of the many casualties aboard the Leviathan-class Titan ‘Emra’ that was under the command of the Caldari Navy. I recovered your husband and used some of my personal funds to have his body restored and a casket prepared for burial. Please accept my condolences for your loss.

A. Gwanwyn


YC109.08.17 // Bring Back the Dead


The rubble of the beast cast a thick shadow in the dust that hung in space. Fires silently burned throughout the vessel as the superstructure spun slowly. The crewship navigated its way toward the Leviathan, skirting past twisted metal and specks of glass.

It skimmed along toward the front of the Titan,  careful to avoid any large fires or the myriad of material that jutted from it. The crewship stopped just above a large, gaping hole not far from the bridge. It stabilized above it, carefully matching the spin of the behemoth’s slow roll. The hangar door opened, and I descended down slowly, gliding quietly through the thickness of space to the Titan below me.

“Alright Adainy, let’s do this one quick and easy. Grab the capsuleer’s corpse and get out so we can be done with this before the scavengers arrive.”

Shadowy figures in the fluid echelons of capsuleer society were willing to pay good money for the corpses of dead immortals – even though the bodies didn’t truly belong to a departed soul.

I gave myself a quick kick off the structure of the ship, floating lazily down the length of the structure toward the hole, which now seemed to be a mouth grimacing in some frozen pain as I approached it. I peered into the depths, lights still flickering in the corridors. Holding onto the edge, I could hear the rumblings of the ship travel through my hands as it tumbled in the burning light of the sun. A groan that couldn’t be heard, forever trapped in the body that held it. I activated my headlamps, and sank down into the maw.

I navigated the hallways, pulling myself around debris and pushing some away. Light glinted off of broken glass panels and sparks burst here and there. I came upon a stairwell that descended downward, and as I corrected my course, a ghastly visage hung before me. It spun slowly, like the ship, and I watched as the face turned to see me. The eyes were open, but looking upward, and the arms were stuck wildly out to the sides. A name tag was pinned to the dress shirt. It read PFC Uomari. I looked the body up and down, and noted it was missing the left leg and most of the left side of the torso. I danced around it, and continued on.

I made my way to the bridge, where I found the installation for the pod. It had burst, just as it was supposed to, but the pod’s ejection and escape maneuvers hadn’t activated properly. It had remained locked in its housing – whether through accident or design, I do not know.

I waved aside the remnants of the amniotic fluid left drifting from the pod, and found the body. This one had a face full of tattoos, and scars marking the length of his body, some cut in intricate designs. The capsuleers were curious demigods.

Tugging the body along with me, I made my way back through the corridors. I passed Uomari and paused, inspecting the face. It was in agony. For every person that died on this ship, somebody thought them priceless, worth more than anything in all of New Eden. But ever since the capsuleers had been born, the price of life had been given a number. So many baseliners could barely afford the cost to recover their loved ones, let alone the reconstructive and funeral fees to make them presentable for their final farewell – and yet, countless eggers were willing to risk life and limb ad infinitum to obtain a shell of a person, a cast off container. Sometimes, I wondered if they even knew, or if they even cared.

I grabbed the hand of Uomari, and pulled the second corpse along with me. I had an idea, as I drifted up and through the dark maw of the ship and back into the blazing light, that perhaps bringing back the corpses would change something. But I knew that wasn’t the case – Uomari’s family would want justice they could never have, and the capsuleers would keep waging their wars, oblivious to the plight of those beneath them.


YC114.01.03 // The New Year


All work on Project Blueprint was under temporary suspension due to the increase in war declarations by hostile parties for the greater part of the past few months. As such, I have made absolutely no headway in discerning whether or not there is any relationship between modern day constructs and Sleeper architecture. I’ve had very little time to dedicate to studying the efforts of other projects, and have only noted those events which have highlighted the greater achievements of the Arek’Jaalan initiative in recent times – namely, the completion of Site One and the ensuing Sansha sympathizer attacks that followed. It seems for the time being, however, those parties have grown silent.

Fortunately, my corporation now finds itself without an enemy, and as such, I will be making a trip into Anoikis at the next available opportunity. Having purchased a group of Helioses (Heli-i?) and having them shipped off to my home system, it seems as if roughly 24 hours from now will be my first (and hopefully last) attempt at entering Anoikis. I plan on staying for an undetermined amount of time, studying the Sleepers and their architecture for as long as possible.

Until then, I will be keeping track of some interesting theories that have cropped up from discussion between the Arek’Jaalan members. Given my affinity toward myth and legend, there are some intriguing stories I’d like to investigate.

As a side note, my continuing work on a completed map of ancient era Luminaire is still in the works – it is an extensive project, and I don’t expect it to be done in the near future – along with some of its mythology.


YC113.12.15 // Arek’Jaalan Logs


The Arek’Jaalan channel was beset by some interesting chat today, all captured in the logs:

[ 2011.12.15 06:58:57 ] Nathan Jameson > (btw any miners in here for tesseract)
[ 2011.12.15 06:59:24 ] Gabrel tosh > Kanza [command] [brodcast] [node] Ser Geant Pepper
[ 2011.12.15 07:00:03 ] Kanza Mikakka > [node] [acessing] brodcast query[]
[ 2011.12.15 07:00:19 ] Ser Geant Pepper > Send:
[ 2011.12.15 07:00:22 ] Ser Geant Pepper > 01010111 01100101 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101000 01100101 01100001 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101
[ 2011.12.15 07:00:26 ] Ser Geant Pepper > We can hear you
[ 2011.12.15 07:01:41 ] Kanza Mikakka > command[cntl] confirmed
[ 2011.12.15 07:02:22 ] Aquila Shadow > got another transmision
[ 2011.12.15 07:02:29 ] Aquila Shadow > 01101110 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01101111 01110110 01100101 01110010 01101001 01100100 01100101 00101110 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100001 01110100 01100101
[ 2011.12.15 07:02:49 ] Aquila Shadow > 01101001 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101000 01100101 01100001 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101
[ 2011.12.15 07:02:57 ] Ser Geant Pepper > “nation overide. reactivate
[ 2011.12.15 07:03:15 ] Ser Geant Pepper > “i can hear you”
[ 2011.12.15 07:03:20 ] Gabrel tosh > kanza [command ] termanite comms [order] override
[ 2011.12.15 07:03:39 ] Kanza Mikakka > comms[order termanated]
[ 2011.12.15 07:03:50 ] Ser Geant Pepper > Wow
[ 2011.12.15 07:04:20 ] Gabrel tosh > kanza order lockdown firewall activate [command only]
[ 2011.12.15 07:04:55 ] Aquila Shadow > 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01110100 01101000 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01101101 01101001 01101110 01100111
[ 2011.12.15 07:05:02 ] Kanza Mikakka > [warning] command lockdown [recever] lockdown [transmitter] lockdown
[ 2011.12.15 07:05:16 ] Ser Geant Pepper > “your deaths are comming”
[ 2011.12.15 07:05:52 ] Aquila Shadow > 01100010 01110101 01110010 01101110
[ 2011.12.15 07:05:58 ] Gabrel tosh > kanza order [command] advise protocol active[transmittion] [input/output]
[ 2011.12.15 07:06:19 ] Ser Geant Pepper > “burn”
[ 2011.12.15 07:06:24 ] Donken Egom > try to reset it
[ 2011.12.15 07:06:29 ] Kanza Mikakka > [i/o] advise [lockdown] enabled
[ 2011.12.15 07:06:32 ] Guthris > So… about that whole research project thing called Arek’Jaalan
[ 2011.12.15 07:07:11 ] Guthris > ohh never mind, its pointless to start this discussion
[ 2011.12.15 07:07:35 ] 00Athus > what decussion?
[ 2011.12.15 07:07:44 ] Ser Geant Pepper > Send:
[ 2011.12.15 07:07:45 ] Ser Geant Pepper > 01010111 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 0110100 10111001 10010000 00111010 00110100 00110010 10010000 00100010 10111100 10110010 10011111 10000110 100001010
[ 2011.12.15 07:07:51 ] Ser Geant Pepper > “Where is the Eye?
[ 2011.12.15 07:08:22 ] Kanza Mikakka > [warning] i/o lockdown enabled
[ 2011.12.15 07:08:34 ] Gabrel tosh > hes not talking
[ 2011.12.15 07:08:59 ] Gabrel tosh > the whole comm is shut down par this one
[ 2011.12.15 07:09:14 ] Ser Geant Pepper > I’m in Eram, where are you?
[ 2011.12.15 07:09:31 ] Gabrel tosh > site one
[ 2011.12.15 07:09:39 ] Ser Geant Pepper > OK
[ 2011.12.15 07:13:15 ] 00Athus > its never a simple job any more
[ 2011.12.15 07:14:14 ] Gabrel tosh > when was it?
[ 2011.12.15 07:14:35 ] 00Athus > true
[ 2011.12.15 07:15:18 ] 00Athus > tho i wanna no y im still flying around in the spikey phantasm of doom
[ 2011.12.15 07:16:19 ] Gabrel tosh > we were gonna run som tests tho this seems to b put on hold
[ 2011.12.15 07:17:09 ] Aquila Shadow > the last of the probes just jumped back to NAVCOM as ordered
[ 2011.12.15 07:17:48 ] Aquila Shadow > 24-48 hrs and we will know were the messages came from.
[ 2011.12.15 07:18:06 ] Ser Geant Pepper > Did anyone record the conversations?
[ 2011.12.15 07:18:15 ] 00Athus > i can probly take a shot nd tell u were
[ 2011.12.15 07:18:32 ] Gabrel tosh > hav this log
[ 2011.12.15 07:18:37 ] Aquila Shadow > my money is on the stain region
[ 2011.12.15 07:19:07 ] 00Athus > this place had 2 wormholes earler when i scaned the system down
[ 2011.12.15 07:27:27 ] Ser Geant Pepper > I’m docking up for the night. Good night all.
[ 2011.12.15 07:27:39 ] Gabrel tosh > night
[ 2011.12.15 07:30:48 ] DJ Markus Ditori > So, im about to head into Dead End to visit the Monolith.
[ 2011.12.15 07:31:12 ] DJ Markus Ditori > Anything new about the rogue drones there, since the first communication?
[ 2011.12.15 07:31:13 ] 00Athus > the giant rock?
[ 2011.12.15 07:31:30 ] 00Athus > only that it has gotten worse
[ 2011.12.15 07:31:42 ] DJ Markus Ditori > How so/
[ 2011.12.15 07:31:44 ] DJ Markus Ditori > ?
[ 2011.12.15 07:35:03 ] 00Athus > after the infomorph drones apperantly gotten worse there
[ 2011.12.15 07:35:49 ] DJ Markus Ditori > well, I’ll let you know.
[ 2011.12.15 07:35:52 ] DJ Markus Ditori > 3 jumps from it.
[ 2011.12.15 07:39:16 ] 00Athus > well…
[ 2011.12.15 07:39:44 ] Gabrel tosh > don’t worry i sent it
[ 2011.12.15 07:40:17 ] 00Athus > well i think im gonna dock up for a bit get outta this spikeball
[ 2011.12.15 07:42:23 ] DJ Markus Ditori > Eh, just 4 Frigates and 4 Cruisers of Blood Raiders.
[ 2011.12.15 07:43:31 ] Gabrel tosh > dam bug
[ 2011.12.15 07:44:04 ] Gabrel tosh > athus is u would cheak ur mail
[ 2011.12.15 07:44:23 ] 00Athus > ya ya im on it
[ 2011.12.15 07:45:57 ] 00Athus > wow seems to hav cooled down then

I have no idea what any of this is about; I sent a message to Mark726 containing the logs and am waiting to hear back from him with his opinion. It may all just be gibberish, but you can never be sure, especially when Kanza Mikakka is involved. We’ll see what happens.

The Arek’Jaalan community still hasn’t heard back from Dr. Tukoss, but this is to be expected with his busy schedule. With our department heads firmly taking control of the situation, I feel comfortable saying that Arek’Jaalan and Site One are currently in good hands. The threat from Nation is still under investigation, however, and we may yet see how deeply its corrupted veins delve.


YC113.12.07 // Particle Tracks


Uploaded from the public portal of C C P Alliance’s chronicle division, a series of stories collected for public entertainment and scientific research, for Mark726, who seems to be experiencing frustrations in accessing the portal:

The Glittering Dream. How banal, the man thought. He stepped out of the transit tube to the top level of perhaps the most famous nightclub in the Federation and walked over to the bar. The place was, by its standards, quiet and the crowd parted easily before him. At the bar, he glanced in the vast crystal mirror behind it and noted his own classically Deteis features with a wry grimace. Ideal, always ideal without pre-conditioning. He used the mirror to scan the bar behind him while he gestured to the barman for a drink. May as well play the game.

The woman wasn’t difficult to pick out. She was looking directly at him with a faint smile playing about her lips and laughter in her eyes. He shook his head, picked up his drink and walked over to her table, set at one corner of the vast western picture window. Ignoring the breathtaking view of Caille by night, the man looked down at the smiling woman with a frown.

“I’m a busy man, Yani. I can do without the theatrics.”

The Gallente smiled more broadly and gestured at the chair opposite her with an elegant and perfectly manicured hand. “My dear old friend. Always the direct one. Please sit, talk with me a while and perhaps the, ah, ‘theatrics’ as you call them will make a certain amount of sense.”

The man remained standing. “I agreed to this meeting for two reasons. First, you weren’t the one who broke contract on me. Second, I’m frankly curious as to what you’ve been up to since the takeover. That curiosity is what’s keeping me here. But it has limits, Yani, and you’d best come to whatever point you want to make quickly.”

Yani sighed and held up her hands in a placatory gesture. “Very well but, please, sit, ”she said. “After all it will be easier on both our necks, no?” The man grunted and sat down in the indicated seat, at right angles to the woman. He took a sip of his drink, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yani with renewed interest.

“Good, yes?”

“Surprisingly good.”

“This is part of what I want to talk to you about. Let me thank you for coming here. I realize you were taking something of a risk…”

“Minimal,” the man interrupted.

“Well, just so, but by coming here you put yourself on my home ground, so to speak, and I appreciate this.”

Rare is the chance to destroy your enemy away from his home, therefore consider his home your ideal ground.”


The Talos-class battlecruiser banked around the wreckage of its erstwhile target, riding out the shockwave effortlessly as its blasters swivelled back to the center line. The Rokh pilot was still cursing over the local band but he must have understood he hadn’t stood a chance. Just thrown in the multi-scenario mix along with the rest. The Talos pilot smiled in his mind. Pride was a notorious failing of his kind. He’d fallen prey to it enough times himself. Kind of pointless to get upset in here, though.

Ah, the controllers were speaking into his mind again. Annoying, like a rasp on the skin. Something artificial to him. Not like the NeoCom. What’s that? They wanted him to take on a Drake in close-quarters. He locked down the reflex reaction. This was a job, they were paying and what did it matter in the end? Maybe the Drake would be a suboptimal fitting. Heavy missiles and slaver’s breakfast shield-tank perhaps? Even so, he didn’t fancy his chances.

These basic one-on-one scenarios annoyed him. OK, they happened, sure. Every variation happened. He guessed that was the point. He was slated to continue testing for a few more days. Real time. That was a lot of scenarios in here. He groaned inwardly, partly at the thought of the grind he’d just realized lay ahead of him, partly at the sight of the Drake accelerating to meet him. Damn.


Rare is the chance to destroy your enemy away from his home, therefore consider his home your ideal ground.”

“Well, now. Analects of the Raata Empire?”

“No, the War Commentaries of dos Rouvenor. More appropriate to this setting, surely?” The man suddenly grinned but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Your point is well taken. In fact, it is more relevant than you may realize.”

“Yani, those limits I spoke about…”

“Of course. First, do you require any further guarantees of security?”

“No. Get on with it.”

“As you wish. No doubt you’re aware of the latest arms race between the core empires?”

“I am aware of many arms races, Yani. I make it my business. You know, all this may not take much time out there,” the man gestured vaguely upwards, “but it does take some time, and yours is running out.”

“Understood. I’m speaking of the new battlecruisers. These fast attack, heavy-hitters the empires have decided are the new paradigm in warfare they’re going to try out.”

“Oh, those. Yes, of course I know about them. What of them?”

The woman smiled and unfolded her hands. The Deteis noticed that she was wearing an exquisitely cut and polished black gemstone on her left ring finger. Despite himself he smiled too.

“You’re familiar with the pattern of this particular escalation. The Amarr came up with the Oracle – a ship design quite out of character for them – and the rest either dusted off some old concepts or rushed new designs through. We’ve seen this kind of thing before.”

The man sighed inwardly, but gestured for Yani to continue.

“The interesting aspect of these ships is that, as an attempt to shake up the Empyrean War, they’re all designed around the capsuleer market and as such…”

“…as such the designs will be on that market very soon. Yani, please tell me you did not drag me into this ridiculous proscenium in order to breathlessly offer me advance copies of starship designs that will very shortly be available on the open market. Please tell me you do not take me so lightly that you imagine I do not already have copies of said designs. And please, for the love of the Winds, tell me that you have not completely wasted my time and your own with this nonsense!”

Yani sat back a moment and regarded the Deteis with hooded eyes.

“Evidently, you take me lightly, old friend.”

The man looked down, took a sip of his drink, marvelled at the taste and feel of it once more, and looked back up at the woman.

“Point. I apologize. Please continue.”

“What I was about to say is that as warships intended to upset the balance of the Empyrean War, each of these designs have been put through a crash program of testing with capsuleer pilots. The problem, of course, is that to test the scenarios adequately requires time. But the empires didn’t want to wait – each of them is afraid the others will put these monsters out before themselves. What could they do?”

An inkling of where the woman was going begain to creep across the man’s mind.

“They tested everything in virtuality.”

“Precisely so. More than that, they tested everything in the most sophisticated virtualities available to them.”

What Yani had been driving at all along flashed the remainder of the distance across his mind and stood starkly before his apprehension like a blazon.

“A tank. You’re talking about a tank.”


Magnificent, thought the pilot as he took up his position in the ten-strong attack wing of Oracle-class battlecruisers.  He’d fallen in love with this new design as soon as he’d seen it in holo. To actually fly one and fly alongside others was wonderful. Well, he caught himself, not actually, but near enough. This virtuality was the best he’d ever experienced. He’d heard of the tanks, of course. Everyone with practical knowledge of naval warfare in the Empire had. Combat information virtualities capable of simulating space battles in perfect resolution, at many times the speed of reality. They were used for research, testing and, most importantly, during combat itself. All the major powers used them but he believed the Empire had the edge. How could it be otherwise?

Knowing of the existence of a thing is not the same as experiencing it, though. Much like God, at that, he mused, before clamping down on that possibly heretical thought. He didn’t think his connection with this virtuality laid bare his every thought to Pulpit Command, but after all it was best not to take chances. He brought his concentration back to the attack run. They were closing on the targets quickly, a group of three Typhoons. Dangerous opponents in the right hands, but they surely couldn’t stand up to this much firepower.

Warp tracks. A lot of them. Small signals. Destroyers. The Typhoons had an escort group. The Pulpit channel briefly, and slightly irritatingly, confirmed the attack run was to continue. This was what they wanted to know, then. Presumably the scenario without the destroyers had been run in several variations already with other pilots. He’d been rotated in off a very repetitive sequence of attacks on Tempests at close range. It hadn’t gone well for the artillery-equipped battleships. The pilot mentally shook himself. He needed to concentrate, treat this as if his implants and clone contract were at stake. The coming fight promised to be quite interesting.


“A tank. You’re talking about a tank.”

“More to the point, I’m talking about several tanks. To be precise, the Carthum-Viziam Military Research Virtuality, the Duvolle Quantum Holography Facility, the Hyasyoda Naval Research Cluster, and Project Dreamwalk. That last one is the rather picturesque name the Minmatar gave to their military-industrial virtuality program.”

“Yes, I know. I also know that any one of the primary tanks operated by those organizations is as secure as any virtuality gets. I couldn’t even speak for my own primary tank being as secure. Hell, the Duvolle facility is an off-the-books mirror of the Black Eagles VCIC. There’s no way anyone’s getting into it.”

“Ordinarily, you’d be right, about them all. As it happens, the Duvolle job was relatively simple and served as the template for the others when it came to ironing out the technical details.”

“You’re joking.”

“I invite you to consider the design history of the Talos.”

“By K’vire!” The man was sitting bolt upright now, his mind racing with the possibilities of what he was hearing. He had a thousand questions but as of now there were only two important ones. “Alright then, Yani, you’ve got my attention. What are you selling and what are you asking for it?”

The woman smiled.

“Let’s start with the price. I recently liquidated some interests in the planetary development  field. As you know, I’ve always had an interest in capsuleer infrastructure but generally as a means to an end. It was the same this time and the handover deal with InterBus was very lucrative indeed.”

“InterBus? You mean to say…”

“Just so.”

The Deteis shook his head wonderingly. “That was deftly done, Yani. I had my people look at the operating conglomerate the SCC brought in to operate the planetary customs offices. They couldn’t find a hint it was anything more than a partnership of chartered investment trusts.”

“In essence, that is all it was. It just so happens that by one means or another the majority of those trusts are controlled by me. I had them play their part in setting up the network…”

“…and meanwhile you started the pressure to end the monopoly through political proxies. No more DED protection in the outer worlds. No more station-grade shielding. Sell the outer network to a ‘neutral party’. Ha! I still can’t believe InterBus took them on.”

“They do not understand the outer regions as you and I do, Muryia. They think they can raise the tariffs and people will respect their neutrality. Alas for them. But not for me.” The woman smiled broadly.

“You must have made an emperor’s ransom out of that deal.” The Deteis took another sip of his drink. “So you don’t want money. You want a favor.”


The dreamwalker resented the intrusion of these others in the Dream. They had come with the Tornado and he resented the swift-sailing wing of a ship for it. Perhaps unreasonably. But he resented the others. They did not even feel the sting of dreamshock when they failed. How could they possibly try their utmost without it? Some of the dreamwalkers said these others felt something akin to it. Something of their own making. He doubted it. They were not dreamwalkers even if they walked in the Dream.

Yet they did walk in the Dream and they could be the cause of pain if he did not take care. His charge today was a Zealot. Like the others in the Slaver’s Fang dreamclan, he specialized in the ships and weapons of the Great Enemy. In the Dream, he knew nothing else but his duty to fly the golden ships to the best of his ability. That and the dreamshock should he fail in that duty. His fellows were in a variety of Amarr ships, in close assault formation. Some Crusaders, a few Retributions and several  Zealots. Off in the distance, the others. In their Tornados. They seemed to sail lazily through space, like birds from a dimly remembered other time.

The Shamans were speaking. The pattern for the battle was laid out in their chanting and it signalled a charge on the foe. The Crusaders seemed to skip ahead, angling to avoid the direct line of approach. The rest of the ships followed, taking wider angles than their smaller and much faster brothers.  The enemy were approaching, which meant they were using autocannons, but they would try to turn this into a tail-chase. The Crusaders reported making scramble on several targets, shutting down their microwarpdrives. Several reported being counter-scrambled. Interesting. A few also reported webbing and tracking-disruption. The dreamwalker mentally smiled. Foolishness. The mixed electronic warfare across the enemy fleet was a good idea in principle, but to reveal the hand by using it all on the Crusaders indicated panic. The others would not win this fight.


“You want a favor.”

“Correct.” The Gallente woman played with her black gemstone ring. “You know me well enough to understand that I want back that which was always mine. That which I built. And I will have it back. The Snake wanted his takeover to be legal, in his twisted way, so legal it was and the stock is still traded.”

“Stock you’ve been quietly acquiring, I presume.”

“Yes, I now control sufficient stock to promote my own proxies to the board. Crucially, the corporation still controls a large reserve of stock that can be issued by qualified majority decision of the board.”

“You can’t have bought enough stock to control that kind of majority… so, you’re going to buy Sarpati’s nominees out from under him?”

“Precisely so. Our old foe has one blind spot. Even as corrupt as he is – so corrupt indeed that he would gladly pay for the pleasure of selling himself – his pride prevents him from realizing that a bought man, even a man he has purchased body and soul, can generally be bought more easily the second time.”

“And you have the ready cash to do it. I think I see what the favor is. Even with you two vying for control on the market, all that gives either of you is legal recognition of sovereign ownership at the Assembly. You need enforcement and that’s where I come in, yes?”

“Yes. I realize that you are heavily engaged with various ongoing contracts but I am not asking for space superiority coverage.”

“Just as well,” muttered the Deteis.

“What I need is the wherewithal to board and seize the stations. Once I have them, my possession combined with legal title and the newly-coded DED-grade station shields that will come with it, will check the Snake. I would naturally value your services under an ongoing station defense and patrol contract.”

“I bet you would. Well, that’s going to depend on what you’ve got to offer. They’ve shut you out of those tanks by now, I take it?”

“Of course. It was to be expected that any intrusion into facilities of that kind would have a relatively brief half-life.” The Gallente woman shrugged slightly. “Fortunately our bandwidth was wide enough to extract a considerable volume of tank telemetry in each case.”

“Incredible,” whispered the man, half to himself. He finished his drink, the marvellous sensation cutting through his thoughts again, then looked up sharply at the woman. “That’s what all this is about,” the man gestured around him and lifted his empty glass.


As he adjusted to the virtuality, he realized that the base specs of the Naga-class had changed since his last session in the tank. OK, they’d fitted rails to it in this scenario but that wasn’t exactly a change. Ah, he chuckled, so they’d given up on that idea. Yeah, he’d not been entirely impressed by the suicidal nature of the Naga as giant torpedo bomber himself. He called up the daily brief. “Unacceptable ratio of losses to tonnage enemy matériel destroyed.”  Well that was one way of putting it. Megacorp technocrat-speak could make fedo crap sound like a mildly annoying stain on the deckplate.

So, today was a basic gunnery run. Test out the new specs with railguns. Opforce was a bunch of different targets. As much variety as a possible. He grinned, yeah well, he’d seen plenty of FDU fleets as ragtag as this in his time. The variety was a bit artificial, a bit too much in the one-of-everything vein but it wasn’t entirely unrealistic. Squadron strength for the Nagas and decent range with the provided setup. This sort of thing he’d do “drive by” strikes usually, but this scenario was staying basic. No warping. Control test. Free initiative scenarios when this was over. According to the brief.

Sooner this was over with the better. The squadron lined up at distance and a primary was called, nice fat Dominix. He wondered why they bothered with using capsuleers for this calibration stuff. Eliminating variables probably. Oh, look at that, Dominix down. The Opforce were trying to make transversal but the bigger stuff wouldn’t be able to do much. Some of that stuff could be dangerous if they got it together though. Apoc, Rokh, Tempest, Mega, even the Raven. Squad commander must have taken longer adjusting than he had. This target list was terrible. He thought about saying something, then noticed the long-range stuff  was yellow-boxing him. Check that, they were red-boxing and his shields were gone. Mentally he grappled with his systems, even as he hoped they’d picked the squad commander as secondary.


“That’s what all this is about,” the man gestured around him and lifted his empty glass.

“Yes. Long as we’ve known one another, I did not think you would believe me unless you experienced our capabilities for yourself, if only in a small way. The drink is good, is it not?”

“You’d have been fucked if I hadn’t been in the mood for one, Yani.”

In war, risk. So too in life.”

“Hmph, that’s the Analects. A pretty trite one too, if you ask me.”

“Yes, well, sometimes that’s truth for you. As you know, it is important with the higher-level experiences that immanence be on the terms of the subject. Otherwise, well, it really never works properly. These things can’t be forced.”

“Enough of the metapsychology, Yani. That crap always gave me a headache in the Academy and it’s no better coming from you. Worse, if anything. It’s time to deal. Straight and clear, what are you offering me?”

“What am I offering you? Well that’s simple enough. I’m offering you this.”

“What the…”


Heavy assaults pounding his back and belly, immune system failing, nanobots going inert for lack of sugar, what was that light?

Adrenaline rush as he spat light from his fingers, swatting stinging bugs, something burning in his vision, heart pumping as energy is injected.

Victory ululating in his mind, the Dream unfolding, birds falling out of the sky, his legs burning from the microwarpdrive.

Gods-damn that moron to the hells and back, pressure of light and electromagnetism on his skin, the egg sitting there, comrades taking a vengeance for him with spears of plasma.


“What the…”

The woman was suddenly by his side, steadying him in his seat. He looked up at her, vision unfocused then snapping back to clarity. He drew in a deep breath and restrained a sudden urge to snap the Gallente’s elegant neck.

“My apologies, old friend, but as you have repeatedly reminded me, time is a valuable commodity and what I could have attempted to explain at tedious length seemed easier to simply show you.”

“What happened to not forcing it?”

“For the purposes of this demonstration, the raw scope of what I am offering, rather than a synaesthetic accuracy that would have required several baseline hours of pre-conditioning to appreciate, seemed more convenient. Once again, I apologize.”

“Do I have this right? You have personality-level telemetry of capsuleers operating in multiple scenarios from no less than four of the most advanced combat information tanks in the cluster?”

The woman smiled. “Yes, that is precisely what I have.”

The man grinned back, and this time his eyes were dancing. “OK, Yani, when do you want to meet for real? I think I can make some room in my calendar.” He paused and added, “Even if you won’t look as good.”


Acknowledgements to CCP Big Dumb Object, E. E. ‘Doc’ Smith and Gustave Flaubert


YC113.12.04 // The Security of Site One to be Assessed


Following the attacks by Sansha sympathizers against Site One, a formal meeting to discuss the lack of security and protection at Site One has been called by the department head of the SEC Branch Michael S. Guthris:

1. – Emergency meeting Site One lack of security
2. – Security assessment Review on Site One
3. – Third department head SEC Branch appointed
Fellow researchers,

// 1. //
Pending an immediate investigation on the tactical assessment regarding Site One’s lack of security I move for a meeting session to be planned ASAP.
My security review is due before the end of this week. However we have allready concluded that the security detail currently on Site One is solely incapable of defending the construction crew.

The meeting will be scheduled:
Monday the 5th, between the hours of 19.00-23.00 YST.
or Wednesday the 7th 1900-2300 YST
Date will be chosen per availability of department heads.

Please mail me which date suits you the best by private messaging me.
[Please dont “reply all” to avoid annoyances with other project members]

// 2, //
My security assessment of Site One will be made public before the scheduled meeting. It will encompass the tactical assessment of the layout, structures and ships currently on site.

// 3. //
A new department head has been appointed for SEC Branch.
Our current leadership consists of Grideris and myself. To counter balance this a pilot who has shown to be a clear thinking individual, who is not prejudiced by political affiliation or stance. El Geo will take up the role of third lead in SEC. Replacing Drake Arson, Former SEC Lead who got removed from office after breaching the non-aggression agreement beset by the EC commitee. [see report]

Over the following weeks we will be restructuring SEC Branch to act as a better functioning security force. Recruitment drive will be announced pending some minor internal meetings.
Thank you for your time,

With regards,

Michael S. Guthris
Arek’Jaalan SEC Branch Lead

While the attacks have ceased for the moment and an impromptu patrol force has been mobilized by Arek’Jaalan members, the utter lack of protection from either CONCORD or the Federation or Republic Navies has left Site One completely vulnerable. Compounding this is the forged capsuleer certification of the attackers, which leaves one to wonder if those in charge of maintaining the security and scrutiny of the certification process have been lazy, bribed or are Sansha sympathizers themselves.

Word has yet to be heard from Hilen Tukoss regarding these issues.


YC113.12.02 // Kanza Mikakka Suicide Attack and CONCORD Presence in Monalaz


Earlier today, a final attack was made by Kanza Mikakka against Site One, detailed by Gejaheline in this internal message sent to all Arek’Jaalan members:


At 03:33, Kanza Mikakka attempted to attack Site One, deploying a Condor frigate loaded with smartbombs near the main hangar bay of Site One’s admin structure. Fortunately, security units on-site were already present with logistics and warships and only minor damage was sustained by nearby vessels before his ship was eliminated. He then proceeded to fly to the local star in his pod and self-destruct. His body is in the capable hands of Aquila Shadow pending a forensic examination.

Several hours prior to this, Mikakka was spotted deploying suspicious packages at various sites in the system, marked “node 1”, “node 2” and so forth. These appeared to be remotely-detonated bombs, containing a transmitter, a quantity of explosives, and some Noxicum. The components of one of these units has been retained and stored prior to examination.

Subsequently, containers containing transmitters were also found deployed, and a “System scanner relay” was located outside one of the stations, containing several high-tech communications devices along with computers and a Sleeper Central System Controller. This device was also disassembled and awaits examination in my hangar under secure guard.

Apparently the disassembly of this device was “too late”, though for what is uncertain. Mikakka then proceeded with their suicide attack, having swapped their Succubus for a more conventional Condor.

I would like to commend the Arek’jaalan staff who took part in the operations to disrupt and pursue Mikakka’s operations, tenaciously pursuing and removing many of his devices and ultimately eliminating him when he assaulted Site One. Their zeal and motivation in the face of restrictive rules of engagement and an elusive foe were most impressive. Thank you all.

With the attacks against Site One becoming more concerted and meditated, it may only be a matter of time before devastating damage is done to the complex and its residents. If Sansha Kuvakei is truly behind the attacks, it would be wise to take as much cautionary action as possible; underestimating Sansha Kuvakei and his capability would prove to be a fatal blow to Site One.

To only muddy the waters of conspiracy even more, the well renowned astrocartographer Mark726 reported today of suspicious activity by CONCORD in the Monalaz constellation. He states:

Greetings, fellow pilots,

For those of you who may not recall, near the beginning of Arek’Jaalan’s existence, we were warned by CONCORD to stay away from Monalaz (the Constellation you must enter in order to access the EVE Gate and surrounding systems). We were not told of any specific information, but rather warned generally to stay away from CONCORD affairs in that Constellation. After vigorous debate, the Project decided to ignore CONCORD’s warning to stay out of Monalaz, while still attempting to stay out of CONCORD’s way should any activity present itself. This was perhaps 6 months ago. We have heard nothing from CONCORD about activity since that time.

Just now, as I was moving through Monalaz for Project Compass, Aura presented me with the following information:

“In this dark new era of Sansha’s Nation incursions, the Monalaz constellation has become home to the most well-funded and notable anti-Sansha taskforce, Operation ISHAEKA (Intaki for “Leader Two”).

“ISHAEKA represents a multinational effort to coordinate forces against Sansha Kuvakei and oppose his twisted, dystopian visions of conformity and slavish obedience. The tactical response unit is comprised primarily of DED captains, but it is also supplemented by a contingent of elite combat veterans from the Tash-Murkon region. These soldiers are known only as the Justiciars.

“The ISHAEKA taskforce is believed to have relocated to the Monalaz constellation shortly after the conclusion of the first phase of their operation. During Phase One, the taskforce was deployed to the Stain region. Rumors persist that the Justiciars learned something of Nation’s plans while on deployment, and that their choice to relocate to Monalaz, of all places, speaks volumes about what they may have discovered.”

It appears to be clear to me that this is what CONCORD wanted us to stay away from. I have not yet had the chance to thoroughly investigate Monalaz for any CONCORD allied structures, but I shall be doing so on my first opportunity.

Warm Regards,

Whether or not these occurrences pertain to the recent Sansha sympathizer attacks at Site One are unknown; however, such a prolific and powerful resistance seems to point toward a large conflict looming on the horizon; we can only hope that we are better prepared than beore for whatever may come, and that these forces are enough to safeguard and protect our people from the long arm of Sansha Kuvakei and his Nation.


YC113.12.01 // Sansha Sympathizers in Arek’Jaalan May Come Under Closer Scrutiny


Following the attack on Site One by Sansha sympathizer Kanza Mikakka, some within the ranks of Arek’Jaalan are calling for tighter security within internal communications, specifically calling out Sansha sympathizers who may be assisting Sansha Kuvakei.

One member stated,

It is important to note that several Sansha sympathizers still actively participate in the Arek’Jaalan project. Now that these security breaches appear to be associated with Kuvakei’s war efforts, I move for the reconsideration of the cases of these Sympathizers, specifically within the scope of the SEC division.

Following this statement, a message was sent within Arek’Jaalan internal communications by Kanza Mikakka,

The Master calls; Your fleets will burn You will not see the Promised Land.

We will vanquish your fear and commute your flesh to dust.

It is important to note, however, that there has been no occurence of a Sansha incursion in Eram. It therefore remains to be seen whether these sympathizers are merely attempting to gain the attention of Sansha Kuvakei or if their efforts are being directed by the man himself.

In related news, there were no injuries or deaths following the attack by Kanza Mikakka, which was focused near the residential shuttle port and landing pad of the Federation Administrative Outpost, and Kanza Mikakka’s Bantam was successfully bumped out of the danger zone before detonation. However, bureaucratic red tape is preventing anyone from taking direct action when attacks by other capsuleers (forged certificates or not) are made, as doing so would bring a swift response from CONCORD. Such barriers resulted in the destruction of a civilian Orca yesterday that was assaulted by multiple capsuleers. Following are the logs, provided by Arek’Jaalan member Aethlyn:

[ 2011.11.30 22:24:06 ] Michael Aumer > all that for nothing
[ 2011.11.30 22:24:09 ] Mirima Thurander > shoot the construction min storage things?
[ 2011.11.30 22:24:18 ] squallyorb > lests rain hell then
[ 2011.11.30 22:24:21 ] Master ManiC > are you guys in a fleet?
[ 2011.11.30 22:24:36 ] Mirima Thurander > theres a few other ships left…
[ 2011.11.30 22:25:03 ] squallyorb > watch a few cappys warp in
[ 2011.11.30 22:25:14 ] Evil Incarn8 > caps in highsec huh?
[ 2011.11.30 22:25:32 ] squallyorb > ccp can do anything right?
[ 2011.11.30 22:25:54 ] Evil Incarn8 > would be sansha if anything
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:07 ] squallyorb > ahh a revenant
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:14 ] Evil Incarn8 > a ?
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:17 ] Mirima Thurander > doing any damage to it?
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:34 ] squallyorb > rev
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:41 ] Master ManiC > talk in fleet chat?
[ 2011.11.30 22:26:57 ] squallyorb > sansha faction mothership
[ 2011.11.30 22:27:47 ] jodaan > Master Kuvakei listens.
[ 2011.11.30 22:28:07 ] Mirima Thurander > so yea
[ 2011.11.30 22:28:42 ] Mirima Thurander > im a go make a post on the fourm to get more help blowing all this up becous ei liek kicking over other peoples sand castles
[ 2011.11.30 22:29:35 ] Michael Aumer > really think that’s wise grabbing attention like that I mean….what if cappys really do show after that….
[ 2011.11.30 22:29:47 ] Master ManiC > iam in conco with my ceo to dec your alliance as i like killing noobs you dont shut tfu in local
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:14 ] squallyorb > mirima whats in it?
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:22 ] Mirima Thurander > junk
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:25 ] Master ManiC > and your crap corp
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:31 ] squallyorb > ?
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:44 ] El Geo > who are you going to dec manic?
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:51 ] Master ManiC > who ever i like
[ 2011.11.30 22:30:56 ] squallyorb > lol
[ 2011.11.30 22:31:00 ] Master ManiC > lol
[ 2011.11.30 22:31:13 ] squallyorb > ima stay out of this ive learned my lesson here
[ 2011.11.30 22:31:17 ] Mirima Thurander > i decked your mom
[ 2011.11.30 22:31:32 ] Mirima Thurander > ./trololol
[ 2011.11.30 22:31:36 ] El Geo > your bringing manics mother into this now eh?
[ 2011.11.30 22:32:37 ] Master ManiC > kinda rude
[ 2011.11.30 22:32:43 ] Mirima Thurander > lol
[ 2011.11.30 22:32:45 ] El Geo > i thought that
[ 2011.11.30 22:32:58 ] squallyorb > mirima only trol ppl u can kill
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:01 ] squallyorb > trust me
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:11 ] Mirima Thurander > im not worried about it
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:19 ] Mirima Thurander > i dont play much as it is
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:43 ] Mirima Thurander > if they wana WD my hole alliance thatu just join 4 days ago i dont care
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:51 ] squallyorb > but the amount u do play cld go to hell
[ 2011.11.30 22:33:54 ] El Geo > so, your admiting t=your the type of player who mouths off at people then will just not play when under dec?
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:05 ] El Geo > thats lame as hell lmao
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:15 ] squallyorb > sounds like a pussy
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:20 ] Mirima Thurander > naa i still play just on one of my other 5 accounts
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:28 ] El Geo > yeah a pussy lmao
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:38 ] Guthris > so why even play here if you have 5 accounts, that a poor excuse
[ 2011.11.30 22:34:49 ] Master ManiC > http://eve.battleclinic.com/killboard/combat_record.php?type=player&name=Mirima+Thurander
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:00 ] Master ManiC > not very impressive
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:05 ] Master ManiC > 0-10
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:11 ] Guthris > it just proves that even with 6 possible instances you still prefer to pussyfy up in empire space
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:15 ] El Geo > at least the rp guys will make an effort to defend themselves, even if its a poor effort
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:30 ] squallyorb > lol u think u can tank him with those lil drones
[ 2011.11.30 22:35:37 ] squallyorb > good luck with that
[ 2011.11.30 22:36:14 ] squallyorb > u r doing great at it
[ 2011.11.30 22:36:58 ] Guthris > atleast were doing someting
[ 2011.11.30 22:37:06 ] jodaan > Guthris
[ 2011.11.30 22:37:18 ] jodaan > You are security here, yes?
[ 2011.11.30 22:37:33 ] Guthris > yes
[ 2011.11.30 22:37:53 ] Guthris > Bureaucratic bs is keeping most of the SEC forces from attacking
[ 2011.11.30 22:37:53 ] squallyorb > lol u wanna gank?
[ 2011.11.30 22:38:07 ] jodaan > Interesting. I should bring more of the nation here since I’ve destroyed a dozen civilian vessels and nothing has been done.
[ 2011.11.30 22:38:50 ] Guthris > I dont see why Nation would benefit from destroying AJ assets
[ 2011.11.30 22:38:54 ] Onslaughtor > We are watching.
[ 2011.11.30 22:39:03 ] Guthris > since were pretty much doing the R&D work for him for free
[ 2011.11.30 22:39:29 ] jodaan > Guthris, I said nothing about the Nation destroying assets.
[ 2011.11.30 22:39:35 ] EVE System > Channel changed to Local : Vullat
[ data missing ]

In regards to the Sansha sympathizers, Aethlyn also suggested that there is the possibility the references to Sansha Kuvakei may be forged as well – though the harrowing reference to Kuvakei’s iconic statement. “I will vanquish your fear and commute your flesh to dust,” is a reminder that there is no amount of caution that is too much.

It has yet to be heard what Dr. Tukoss has to say on the matter, and Arek’Jaalan members are eagerly awaiting his response.