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 Рand 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.


YC113.10.31 // Eggs and Graves


The floating graves
Up in the sky
Tumbling ’round
Up there so high.

The bodies hid
And tucked away
We sent them off
Just this past day.

But still they come
Come falling down
And out they crawl
Onto the ground.

So run away
And get the guns
And send the corpse
Back to the sun.

But still they’ll fall
Fall from the sky
And come back down
To eat and fly.

They’ll burn your flesh
And hatch from eggs
To bring on more
As walkers beg.

We’ll send again
Them to the stars
But still there’s more
And only scars.


YC113.10.28 // The Shadow Men


From the rocks
They do crawl
In a fumbling, bumbling
Haunted fall.

In the dark
They do creep
To the laughing, clapping
And the beat.

Wicked and hungry,
They’re tireless ghouls.
Full of great evil
That calls to fools.

In your home
They do sneak,
With creaking and cracking
Smelling meat.

To your bed
They do slide,
With a silent and quick
Fright’ning glide.

Dancing and waving
They’re after you!
Snatching and grabbing
They reach for you!

Watching your breathing
Until you yawn,
They will shut your mouth
Until your gone!


YC113.10.27 // Little Eram Dor


In the small town of Agah Ageth, there was a particular girl among all the many children named Little Eram Dor, who loved to play in the fields and sing all day. She was loud and raucous and perturbed all the people in her village. She would sing and scream, night and day, and never once made a friend. Her father would try to shush her, but she would shout, “I just want to play!” When in church he would reprimand her, for she was always humming and talking to herself. She would sing too loud and talk too much. And so everybody in the town despised Little Eram Dor.

Then one day, a new church was raised in Agah Ageth, and they held services late into the night. Little Eram Dor could hear them singing; they shouted and hollered and played on their drums, dancing around great fires in there field. So she snuck out into the night to watch them, far from her home and on the edge of town. She crept up to the brim of the firelight, and watched them spin and sing around the flames.

Little Eram Dor returned to her home, just as the sun rose, and hid her venture from her father.

Night after night, she would go back, creeping closer and closer toward the light. The people always seemed so happy and full, and danced and danced until the morning came. Little Eram Dor never slept, for she always stayed out too late to sleep. Soon, her father began to notice her tired ways; she no longer sang or shouted or jumped, and was thin and small. She only sat silently, thinking of when she could go back to the bonfire to watch the other people. She was so weary, she never noticed the how the children were less and less as time went by.

Then one night, as Little Eram Dor crept from her house and came upon the place of worship, she saw no one was there. She walked up to the edge of the roaring fire, and soon as she did, the people leapt from the field and began to sing,”We are hungry, so feed us bones! We are hungry, so fill us full!”

They spun and cheered, and Little Eram Dor was swept up in the haze. She sang and jumped and danced through the night, as the people threw her meat and joined her in her hungry feast. Night after night, Little Eram Dor returned to dance with the people and enjoy the delicious food they had.

She became fat and full, and her father noticed her mysterious change. He told her not to go out at all, but Little Eram Dor, being clever and having hidden her ventures from her father, kindly replied, “Father, I would never disobey you!” But that night, Little Eram Dor crept out again.

When she came upon the fire, the people were not dancing. She yelled at them, “I want to dance! I want to sing!” So they gathered around her and began their chanting, and Little Eram Dor was in quite a delight. She shouted and sang, and they lifted her up. They bound her hands and tied her feet, but still Little Eram Dor was singing. They built the fire big, and threw her over and around the flames. Still she did not cease her singing. The people shouted, “We are hungry, so feed us bones! We are hungry, so fill us full!” They tossed Little Eram Dor onto the fire, and still she kept on singing.

The next morning, the church was gone, and her father and the town came to find her. All that remained was her head, the little skull of Eram Dor, her mouth wide open, now silently singing.


YC113.10.26 // In the Forest


“There once was a boy named Urzogam, who was brash and arrogant. He always disobeyed his mother when she commanded him, telling her he was a man and would not heed her. She would call him for supper, and he would cry back, “I am not hungry, because I am strong!” and he would thrust out his chest and spit on the ground. She would call to him for bed, and he would cry back, “I am not tired, because I am strong!” and he would run out of the house and jump in the garden.

All of Urzogam’s friends admired his pride, and Urzogam enjoyed his fame. One night, he was playing with his friends near the edge of the forest far from the town. As the sun set, his mother came and called for him, and he said to his friends, “Listen! I will show her! I am a man, and I will run into the forest when she calls and not come out until the sun rises!” His friends were shocked at his bravery, because the forest was said to be haunted by shadows that ate children. When they said this to Urzogam, he spat on the ground and said, “I am not afraid, because I am a man!”

Urzogam’s mother called again, and Urzogam ran into the forest. As he ran further, he could hear his mother’s cries fade away, just as the sun faded into darkness behind the trees. Soon, it became pitch dark, and Urzogam began to feel afraid. He reassured himself, saying, “I should not be afraid, because I am strong.” He heard whispers and rustling away in the dark, and said to himself, “This is fine, my trick has gone on long enough. I will return back, and show her how brave I was!” As Urzogam walked, he could not find his way out. He became weary, and so sat down to rest. He heard more whispering, and the rustling was closer now. In fright, he stood up and began to run. “I am sure the edge of the forest is just this way, I am sure!” he said to himself.

He ran faster, and the whispering drew closer, followed by the footsteps and the sound of drums. They beat louder and louder, and he ran faster and faster, and the whispers turned to laughter and mad singing. Urzogam ran faster and faster but the sounds were nearer and nearer, and soon they were right upon him, the thumping of the footsteps and the pounding of the drums, the wickedness of the laughter, louder and louder, faster and faster, howling and calling, he could not run any faster!

Urzogam’s friends told his mother what he had done, and she gathered up the townsfolk to go to the forest in the middle of the night. As they came upon the edge of the forest, they heard a frightening skriek far into the thicket that pierced their senses, and then silence.

The next morning, the townsfolk found the bones of Urzogam, lying piecemeal mere feet from the edge of the forest. Some say that to this day, you can still hear the cries of Urzogam as his ghost tries to escape its fate, and that those who have ventured in to find it… have never returned.


YC113.10.17 // Whisperings


There was a lot of dust. It hung eerily, with no wind to whisp it about. The Traveler glided slowly into the cloud, disrupting its serenity. I activated the cloak, and waited.

For hours I sat there, unmoving. The unnamed planet spun in the distance, it’s stormy atmosphere roiling. I focused my camera drones on the planet, watching the lightning storm erupt. There was nothing quite like wormhole space – The untouched planets, the unclaimed freedom. Well, almost unclaimed.

They zipped in, two of them, warp drives deactivating. They drifted slowly along the edge of the gas cloud, their appendages bending and snapping at nothing. Their sleek, pristine armor reflected the light of the two suns, and I could pick up indecipherable chatter from them. What were they saying? Who were they talking to?

One diverted, slowly, engines giving a slight pulse. It poked into the cloud, about three kilometers off, pincers clapping. After a moment, it backed out, and joined the other. They began aligning toward some destination in deep space, their seemingly incoherent garble continuing without hesitation. They warped away, the chatter leaving with them.

They were a complete anomaly. We knew they had come from New Eden once, and that they had once interacted with an ancient race, the Talocan. Beyond that… the Sleepers were an unrivaled mystery.

And we had barely scratched the surface of their existence.