YC113.10.14 // Project Blueprint


Within the past few weeks, I have joined with Emily Dallocort to head a project under the Arek’Jaalan initiative. We are spearheading a research effort known as Project Blueprint. The main goal of Blueprint, as detailed in the official abstract submitted as of yesterday and shown below, is such:

The purpose behind gathering this information is manifold:
1. To investigate if Sleeper constructs hold any sort of cultural significance to the Sleepers themselves;
2. To investigate if Sleepers build their constructs to establish permanent homes or temporary sites
3: To assist in determining the relationship behind Sleepers and the Talocan

Ultimately, information gathered from Project Blueprint could be used to assist other Project teams (idealy, those under the Sleeper History division), and to help further the efforts of those in the Arek’Jaalan initiative.

Currently, Emily and I are in the midst of Phase 1 – collection of comparable samples of New Eden architecture – and as Phase 2 – the collection of Sleeper samples – draws near, we will be immediately stretched thin to survey all the variations of Sleeper architecture in wormhole space (though we will be conducting our own firsthand examinations). Given these circumstances, I am going to put forward an offer for any assistance received from my fellow capsuleers.

Firstly, any capsuleer may submit their own photos of Sleeper architecture at a rate of 2,500,000 ISK per photo, up to 25,000,000 ISK. They will need to follow a photo guideline, which will be shared within the coming days. Doing so will also give you an honorary position as a contributor to Project Blueprint (although a listing on the abstract is not guaranteed as those cannot be edited after a certain date, which Hilen Tukoss has not yet released).

In the meantime, capsuleers are welcome to submit any and all photos of peculiar, important, or otherwise notable structures within Minmatar space, as this is the first known area settled by the Sleepers before their migration to Anoikis (colloquially know as ‘w-space’ or, in layman’s terms, wormholes). Photos from Minmatar space will go at a lower rate of 1,000,000 ISK per photo up to a maximum of 10,000,000 ISK.

Batches of photos may be submitted at a rate of 10 photos every 12 hours. This is to help keep capsuleers from taking advantage of the system, and for me to have time to update my database. Photos are subject to acceptance and payment based on quality, usefulness and whether or not a sample of the structure has already been submitted.

A photo form will be posted soon with instructions on how photos should be taken and what relevant information should be recorded.

Disclaimer: Full credit for photos will be given to each contributor. Project Blueprint takes partial ownership of any photos received and reserves the right to use them in any way it sees fit. This operation is currently under my supervision. Any attempts to willfully gain payment from Emily Dallocort or any other member of Arek’Jaalan will result in payments not being issued, photos being kept, the sender being denied contributor status and being barred from contributing to Project Blueprint in the future.


YC110.03.14 // Roanoke


“There’s no one here.”

The wind blew through the city streets, howling as it wound its way between buildings and rushed against their steel faces.

“It’s like everyone just disappeared; vanished.” her voice cackled over the radio.

A storm roiled in the distance, tumbling above the mountains that climbed in the distance. The open window in the room of the apartment complex gave a perfect view of where the farmers would work and toil, their machines now sitting idly in half-plowed plots of land.

I lifted a frame off the table. It was odd to find photographs that were still printed rather than projected. There was a girl in the picture, standing with a boy who had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. He was dressed in the Gallente Federation colors, carrying a backpack that contained personal affects.

She was only a year younger than him, and their posture and smiles gave them away as being close siblings, an obvious fondness between them. They both shared the auburn hair they inherited from their mother, but she had the sharp eyes of their father.

“Adainy, have you found anything? I haven’t had a single hit.” came the voice over the radio again.

I hesitated for a moment. “No. Nothing.”

I turned the frame around and unlatched the back cover. I bent back the short wires holding the photograph against the glass and peeled it away. I folded it, and tucked it into my breast pocket.

I tried to make myself forget those faces. It had seemed they had all but disappeared.

I looked out the window one last time. I watched the fields sway, and the storm roll slowly over the city. The wind rushed through the window, scattering loose papers in the room.

“Rendezvous at the western checkpoint in five; we’re heading back.”