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


YC113.12.02 // 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.


YC113.12.01 // Sansha Sympathizer Attacks Site One


At 6:41:27 on YC113.12.01, a Sansha sympathizer by the name of Kanza Mikakka detonated a Caldari Bantam near the Federation Administrative Outpost. The Bantam was loaded with nuclear payload and triggers, and upon detonation the pilot broadcast in local, ‘For the Master,’ referring to none other than Sansha Kuvakei.

It remains unclear if the earlier attackers were Sansha sympathizers as well, though given the similarities between the incidents it would not be a far stretch of the imagination.

Kanza Mikakka was registered as a day old pilot with the Science and Trade Institute and was not flagged as a criminal. It is believed the pilot’s certifications were forged, like the others.

Kanza Mikakka survived the explosion, and his current whereabouts are unknown.

Below is the related log:

[ 2011.12.01 06:39:36 ] 00Athus > wtf
[ 2011.12.01 06:39:43 ] Soraina Novati > day old…
[ 2011.12.01 06:40:03 ] Aquila Shadow > ?
[ 2011.12.01 06:40:18 ] Soraina Novati > that batham is self destructing
[ 2011.12.01 06:41:07 ] Aquila Shadow > MOVE
[ 2011.12.01 06:41:12 ] Aquila Shadow > cargo is nucler
[ 2011.12.01 06:41:26 ] Aquila Shadow > MOVE MOVE MOVE
[ 2011.12.01 06:42:07 ] Soraina Novati > trying to push him away from the faculities
[ 2011.12.01 06:42:14 ] 00Athus > dammit
[ 2011.12.01 06:42:24 ] Aquila Shadow > i scanned the cargo
[ 2011.12.01 06:42:37 ] Aquila Shadow > looked like nucler material
[ 2011.12.01 06:42:49 ] Soraina Novati > hmmmm
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:04 ] Soraina Novati > see the local chatter?
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:07 ] 00Athus > look at local
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:14 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > What is it?
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:20 ] Jikane Ronuken > Bloody Sansha’s
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:21 ] Aquila Shadow > i see it
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:30 ] 00Athus > Kanza Mikakka > for the master
[ 2011.12.01 06:43:58 ] Aquila Shadow > check out the name of the wreck
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:00 ] Jikane Ronuken > I knew it
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:00 ] Heinel Sidewind > is there another raid?
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:08 ] Gabrel tosh > no dammage on the admin bulding
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:09 ] Soraina Novati > currently no
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:10 ] Jikane Ronuken > from the minute I heard there was an attack
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:20 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Sansha sympathizers or Sansha pilots?
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:32 ] Aquila Shadow > sympathiser
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:36 ] 00Athus > he was a day old
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:38 ] Jikane Ronuken > either, It doesn’t really matter, des it?
[ 2011.12.01 06:44:53 ] Jikane Ronuken > porbably forged ID, like the others
[ 2011.12.01 06:45:00 ] Aquila Shadow > ok, someone salvage the wreck
[ 2011.12.01 06:45:08 ] Jikane Ronuken > I’ll be right back
[ 2011.12.01 06:45:19 ] Aquila Shadow > need to avoid any exes radiation
[ 2011.12.01 06:45:19 ] Soraina Novati > luckly he was only a batham
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:00 ] Gabrel tosh > he had a nice boom thats for sure had to be augmented
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:01 ] Jikane Ronuken > back, I have a salvager now
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:10 ] Aquila Shadow > kk
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:32 ] 00Athus > chop up the wreak see if any thing is there
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:49 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Any immediate assistance needed?
[ 2011.12.01 06:48:55 ] Aquila Shadow > damn, there is know way to re-open a cargo scan is there? i accidentaly closed the window
[ 2011.12.01 06:49:25 ] Soraina Novati > it wouldnt be log’d anywhere would with with combat iinformation?
[ 2011.12.01 06:49:35 ] Jikane Ronuken > All that was left were some metal scraps, and a scorched telemetry processor
[ 2011.12.01 06:49:56 ] Gabrel tosh > i know he augemented it with somthin
[ 2011.12.01 06:50:19 ] Jikane Ronuken > likely, but just as likely that it was all destroyed in the explosion
[ 2011.12.01 06:50:37 ] Julianus Soter > Kanza MIkakka
[ 2011.12.01 06:50:39 ] Gabrel tosh > listing possable equipment
[ 2011.12.01 06:51:16 ] Aquila Shadow > when i scanned dhis cargo it was full of nuclear matierial
[ 2011.12.01 06:51:59 ] Jikane Ronuken > Nuclear material isn’t in and of itself explosive
[ 2011.12.01 06:52:17 ] Aquila Shadow > but he also had triggers
[ 2011.12.01 06:52:29 ] Cravid > but a ship going boom makes a nice detonator
[ 2011.12.01 06:52:33 ] Kletius > it is when you have the critical mass point reached
[ 2011.12.01 06:52:51 ] Gabrel tosh > Doom Citadel Torpedo Bane Torpedo Nuclear Pulse Generator Nuclear Rea Thermonuclear Trigger Unit ctor…
[ 2011.12.01 06:53:07 ] Aquila Shadow > thats it^^
[ 2011.12.01 06:53:11 ] Gabrel tosh > som of the possable ones
[ 2011.12.01 06:53:17 ] Gabrel tosh > im lookin for more
[ 2011.12.01 06:54:21 ] Gabrel tosh > bet he also used elecrtonis to wire in the payload to go off at the same time
[ 2011.12.01 06:55:25 ] Cravid > and thats the high tech version. A hold full of Enriched Uranium could possibly be set off by the power of an exploding ship.
[ 2011.12.01 06:57:33 ] Jikane Ronuken > Did the pilot eject before the ship exploded
[ 2011.12.01 06:57:41 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Where was the ship detonated near?
[ 2011.12.01 06:57:54 ] Aquila Shadow > the fed admin outpost
[ 2011.12.01 06:57:55 ] Jikane Ronuken > approximatley at the location of my Thrasher
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:05 ] Jikane Ronuken > give or take 2km
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:07 ] 00Athus > he hoped as it went off then went
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:16 ] Soraina Novati > Right in between the shuttle platform and the Main outpost
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:21 ] 00Athus > i couldnt get his pod
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:37 ] Aquila Shadow > he was not flagged as a pirate
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:38 ] Soraina Novati > Is where he was before i bumped him away to where he blew up
[ 2011.12.01 06:58:47 ] Jikane Ronuken > I think it was right next to the Reasearch Project Storage
[ 2011.12.01 06:59:05 ] Gabrel tosh > small radation spike nothin too major so far
[ 2011.12.01 06:59:13 ] Jikane Ronuken > *research, excuse me
[ 2011.12.01 06:59:55 ] Jikane Ronuken > do we know if any of the staff ships were damaged?
[ 2011.12.01 07:00:10 ] Soraina Novati > None were near the blast
[ 2011.12.01 07:00:22 ] Jikane Ronuken > define near, please
[ 2011.12.01 07:00:36 ] Gabrel tosh > i don’t think it was a well crafted bomb
[ 2011.12.01 07:00:55 ] Soraina Novati > With in 7.5 to 10kms at least
[ 2011.12.01 07:00:59 ] Aquila Shadow > just to check, is anyone writing up an incident report?
[ 2011.12.01 07:01:05 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > I am
[ 2011.12.01 07:01:17 ] 00Athus > besides us the nearist ship was ovr 8k away
[ 2011.12.01 07:01:39 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Although it may be better coming from someone who was there
[ 2011.12.01 07:01:52 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > I’ve only got what you’ve shared with us so far, obviously
[ 2011.12.01 07:02:04 ] Soraina Novati > Where would i submit it?
[ 2011.12.01 07:02:25 ] Jikane Ronuken > Use the Arek’Jaalan mailing list, Ms Novati
[ 2011.12.01 07:02:38 ] Aquila Shadow > 06:41:27 Notify Bantam belonging to Kanza Mikakka self-destructs.
[ 2011.12.01 07:02:38 ] Jikane Ronuken > that is where everyone else has sent theirs
[ 2011.12.01 07:02:47 ] Aquila Shadow > the exact time^^
[ 2011.12.01 07:03:53 ] Gabrel tosh > trying to track his location last seen near Hek
[ 2011.12.01 07:04:00 ] Jikane Ronuken > Were there any modules, documents, ammunition, etc. that survived the explosion?
[ 2011.12.01 07:04:15 ] Aquila Shadow > no
[ 2011.12.01 07:04:42 ] 00Athus > tosh i dnt think the agents will find him tell ostarva to hold off
[ 2011.12.01 07:05:16 ] Gabrel tosh > ya he said hes gonna drop for the night
[ 2011.12.01 07:05:22 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Was the pilot’s ”certification” with the SWA as well?
[ 2011.12.01 07:06:07 ] Aquila Shadow > no
[ 2011.12.01 07:06:28 ] Aquila Shadow > science and trade institute
[ 2011.12.01 07:06:30 ] Urziel99 > looks like a STI cert
[ 2011.12.01 07:07:03 ] Aquila Shadow > from what i scanned ther were: Nuclear Pulse Generator, Thermonuclear Trigger Unit in his cargo hold
[ 2011.12.01 07:07:58 ] Urziel99 > that hardware is a little beyond the ken or financial reach of a fresh capsuleer.
[ 2011.12.01 07:09:07 ] Gabrel tosh > that and he has to have som kinda traning on how to install and wire up nukes
[ 2011.12.01 07:09:45 ] Kletius > i bet he was a patsy for someone else
[ 2011.12.01 07:09:51 ] Urziel99 > true, that also explains the ship type. The bantam has the largest cargo bay of the frigates available.
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:03 ] Aquila Shadow > [06:41:28] Kanza Mikakka > for the master
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:05 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > I’m going to send my write up out to the mailing list; feel free to add detail and clarification where needed. I have to be heading off now.
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:13 ] Adainy Gwanwyn > Fly safe friends. o7
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:18 ] Aquila Shadow > o7
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:22 ] Urziel99 > o7
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:29 ] Morwen Lagann > I’ll make sure to update the archive before I go to bed.
[ 2011.12.01 07:10:30 ] Jikane Ronuken > o7

More news as it develops.