YC113.10.17 // Whisperings

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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.

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YC113.10.24 // The Frontier

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“Where do eggers come from, dad?” asked the little boy into the camera, static interfering with the audio and video.

“They come from the Empires, son.” replied the worn voice of his father. The video skipped, and I adjusted the playback settings. It continued.

“Mom says they’re bad, that they just ruin everything.”

“She’s right, son. Capsuleers don’t have any allegiance to the Empires, only to themselves. They don’t even trust each other, really.”

The video stopped again. I looked up as a corpse drifted in front of me, across the exposed and gaping hole in the structure. Asteroids spun and glinted in the distance as the sun rose over the nearby gas giant.

“Why don’t the empires just get rid of them, dad?”

“Capsuleers are powerful, son. You can’t just – ” sirens could be heard going off in the background of the video. The boys face went from curiosity to worry. A warning code came over the intercom system. “I’m sorry, kiddo, I have to go. There’s ‘rats inbound. Send my love to your mother.” The video stuck again.

I looked down at the screen. The boy’s face was frozen in distress. I looked back toward the sun.

“What do you think, sir?” asked Lieutenant Merromeau.

I tossed the data pad out into space, and watched it float of toward the asteroids. “I think we’d better leave before Nation comes back; there’s still plenty of corpses left, and you know how fickle he is with left overs, Lieutenant.”

“Aye, sir. Bringing the shuttle around, then.”

I scoured the deepness, trying to see something that wasn’t there. I knew Kuvakei was looking back, though – he was always watching us.

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YC113.10.24 // The Deep Shadows

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“In the deep shadows
There They sit,
Until the children come
To play and quip

Scritch, scratch
They mind their dearth

They sniff and snap
And lurk about
And wait for the children
To all come out

Scritch, scratch
They mind your hearth

The sun is setting
And the night is on
And all the children
Will soon be gone”

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YC113.10.21 // Photographic Requirements for Project Blueprint

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The instructions for collecting photographic samples of architect are as follows:

1. Collect the classic 6-side views of the structure from Aura’s visual information pane (after selecting the structure on your overview or in space, select the ‘Info’ option from your overview):

  • One from the front
  • One from the back
  • One from the left
  • One from the right
  • One from above
  • One from below.

2. Collect four photographs of the structure with your camera drones. Some preferences should be taken into consideration:

  • Your overview should be disabled for the clearest possible photo.
  • Try to vary the style of photograph (e.g. Do not take four photographs from the same position)
  • If at all possible, try to capture at least one photograph with Sleeper activity as well (though it should be noted this is of low priority at the moment).

3. The last piece of information needed is that found in the System Info panel available in the top left of your overview. Include every piece of information it captures – these statistics are just as vital as that that can be gleaned from the photographs.

These instructions are what should be followed for both phases of the operation; meaning collection of samples from New Eden are to adhere to this as well. All submissions should be sent to me at my private address, adainy.gwanwyn@gmail.com.

For payments and benefits, see my last entry.

[date/YC113/10/21.end_log]

YC113.10.14 // Project Blueprint

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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.

[date/YC113/10/14.end_log]

YC113.08.27 // The Halls of Erebo

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A cool breeze wandered over the park, the grass swaying lazily under its influence. Insects began chirping as night fell on the station, the sun setting behind the horizon of the moon. The stars slowly shimmered into existence in the night sky.

Down at the bottom of the hill, crowds mingled and laughed around booths and stages. In the center, a well lit theater’s lights flashed slowly, signaling the start of the main show for the night. People took their seats and a hush fell over the crowd as a speaker took the stage, illuminated by a single light.

“Ladies and gentlemen, hello and welcome to the second night of the annual ViĆ© du Gallente Celebration!”

People clapped and whistled, and the speaker smiled and nodded.

“Tonight, we continue where we left off in our tale of the Trials of Mithathrotes, that ancient legend of the birth of our people. The Fallen Prince Mithathrotes has passed on to the Enduring Heavens, after being cast out and defeated in battle by his treacherous brother Alakalios, who has also imprisoned their fair sister Agatheria in the depths of the Citadel. Alakalios is now beyond the power of any mortal man or empire; his strength is final, his grip on the kingdom absolute.”

“Tonight, we will witness the fateful decisions that our Fallen Prince must make, and we will see how far he is willing to go so that justice may be done.”

The beam fades away as the speaker steps off, and the stage is pitch black for a few moments. In the darkness, a few small lights blink softly, mimicking the night sky. Mithathrotes wanders into the nightscape.

“I could travel these heavens for eternity, and still not arrive at the same place twice.” he says. “What purpose does this land serve but to fool a poor soul!”

Mithathrotes lifted his head and gazed toward the stars above him. “O! Enduring Heavens, grant me a boon! My legs are weary from my endless travels, and my eyes tired from your vastness! Grant me a boon, I cry!”

A flash of light, and there stood a beautiful woman clad in the finest linen dress, shining bright and fully.

“Come with me, Mithatrotes, and rest your feet and close your heavy eyes. I, Athero, will take you to the world above, where many souls are looking down upon you, full of pity. Come with me, Mithathrotes, and you shall reside with them.”

Mithathrotes became angered. “Why would I desire to rest my broken heart and soul in a place where the people think so little of me? I would not rest for a moment in such a shallow place.”

At this, a second being sprang forth from the darkness, a man of all black. “Come with me, my Fallen Prince, and I, Erebo, shall take you below to my Great Hall. Come with me, to where the denizens of my house look up to you.” The Black Man laid a hand upon the shoulder of Mithathrotes.

“I shall go with you, Erebo, for I am weary and your house desires my company; be gone with you and your sordid ways, Athero!” demanded Mithathrotes.

“You are a foolish lord, Mithathrotes. You know not what you want nor what dangers lie before you.” And with that, Athero vanished, her great light taken with her, and Erebo took Mithathrotes to his Great Hall.

The stage went dark once again, and after a few moments, low lights came on, and the sound of many people crying and wailing faintly filled my ears. The actors took the stage once more.

“Welcome to my Great Hall, my Fallen King. My people and I welcome you with open arms!” said Erebo, bowing lowly, his arms spread wide. “Sit at my table, and feast!”

A great onyx table rose from the black floor, and food of all varieties grew upon it. Mithathrotes sat and rested, regaining his strength. Erebo spoke.

“I know of your troubles and heavy weights, Mithathrotes. I know of the treachery committed by your own kin upon you.” Mithathrotes listened, gazing at him. “A grave injustice indeed.”

Mithathrotes nodded in agreement, consumed by the lavish meal before him.

“Let us right what has been wronged; let us set straight the course of balance.” said Erebo. “I will give you the power to take back from your brother what is rightfully yours – the throne, your people, the kingdom. In exchange, I ask for a measly penance.”

“What do you require, wise Erebo? Tell me, for I am curious.” asked Mithathrotes.

“All I require is a royal soul. Perhaps your brother’s, should it be a desirable exchange to you, O Fallen King.” Erebo bowed again. “A royal soul for all the world.”

“I cannot deny you; we must set right what has been wronged, mustn’t we? If the price for absolute power should be one’s soul, then let the grievances be great when it is lost.”

Mithathrotes clapped the arm of Erebo, and the world fell dark once more.

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YC113.01.05 // Knowing

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It had been almost a year since I had graduated from the Federation Navy Academy. I had learned more in this year than I had in the months leading up to my graduation. I felt stronger – stronger than I had ever been – but I was weary.

The black hole pulsated, sucking breath from the light around it. I had hid in a safespot, far from any celestial. I was cloaked, my covert ops frigate idling slowly toward the distant sun. My Helios class ship, the Traveler, was almost completely undetectable.

I pinged my directional scan, keeping a wary eye out for anyone hunting a lone pilot.

Nothing.

I was alone, for the time being.

I could see the black hole pulsate once more. Light streamed into the event horizon, and a rare thought crossed my mind.

Were it not for the slight, bending swirls, it would’ve been completely undetectable to the naked eye – it was seen, but only through the most careful of observations. It destroyed mercilessly, and quickly. It bent the very laws of nature to its will. There were hundreds upon thousands of them, lurking out in the shadows or hunting in plain sight such as this one. A black hole judged all before it equally; to them, life was nothing but another force to be crushed under their massive power. One could almost worship them as gods.

In a way, their kind and mine are not so different.

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