Got stuck in our main base in the unknown regions again - only for a few days through.
Well, I suppose stuck isn't the right word. I could get out, but I wasn't.
Long story short: Someone else in here needs to get some skill with probing. Otherwise, I keep being pulled in to take over as a backup prober. Three days of probing, probing, probing. If I don't see a probe inteface for the next month, I will be very happy. Odds say I will see one, though.
Anyhow, got dumped out into somewhere in Essence, and saw a familiar face - the Gallente just love their fashion contests, and one Carlani Hudson, whom I had met in the Gate, had apparently won this year's capsuleer category of 'Miss Federation.' Well, being out of unknown space made me want to speak to someone in person again, so I drifted over to the Gate, and guess who was in there - yup, Miss Federation. Good thing I had seen her name on that billboard in Essence, or I wouldn't have known what her name was.
Anyhow, she had a friend with her - one Morwen Lagann. That is important because I accidentally let slip that I had been in 'dub-space' (as she calls it) and Morwen immediatly became quite talkative. She's more into the research side of dub-space, Sleeper systems and all that. Probably is annoyed we can't find less destructive ways to blow the things up. Of course, when I went and checked which corperation she was registered under, she turned out to be one of Soter's bunch.
Speaking of which, I should have asked her where he is. Haven't seen him in ages, and she said her corp has just been doing short hops into dub-space, so it's not like he could be stuck without connection or anything.
Oh, and I'm officially a 'POS adviser' for one of the other corps in the alliance. Hmm.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
6/17
Finally got back from some God-forsaken unknown system. It feels good to be back in the middle of things - even if only because someone has decided that we look like soft targets and need to be attacked.
So, it's straight from Sleepers to rather more familiar targets - capsuleers, that is.
Anyhow, being back has also given me the opportunity to get back in the flow with some of the more friendly podders.
In short, I grabbed an Interbus ride out to The Last Gate. Why I find myself drawn to that place I do not know - certainly, if some of those Imperial Academy officials could see me in there, they would loose it.
But, it does draw interesting people. That girl Amaterasu was there - she's really a woman, but practically acts like a pre-teen. Poor girl has been shaken up a lot - according to some of the other patrons, she was a slave on some mining facility that was beholden to the Blooders. Like normal, the Blooders didn't give a flying fuck about the people they gripped in their filthy fingers, so she came out of that pretty traumatized - hell, that big brother type she follows around must have pulled a lot of strings to get her past the psychological evaluations for the capsule.
Anyway... when I finally get to the Gate, turns out she is there, but that big brother isn't. Opportunity loves action, they say, and they must be right - she's always to timid to talk to when he's around.
Or he's gotten himself shot, slashed, or otherwise brutalized. He seems to have a tendency to do that.
So anyhow, I start talking to her... and, oh, Lord. It didn't go well.
I offered her my assistance - something I've been meaning to do for some time. Figure I would help where I could. But she doesn't know what she wants - I guess she's become used to where she is, used to following that Reimei fellow around. Doesn't want to rock the boat, so to speak. Pity - I've heard of what she pulls when she puts her mind to it, and THAT... well, if she could do it all the time there would be people begging to have her by their sides.
Unfortunately, she didn't know. Those were her exact words - "I don't know." The fact I'm Amarrian probably didn't help either - she's had to many bad experiences. Taking help from an Amarrian probably just doesn't make sense to her. I've seen it before - some of the slaves I've released, when it occurs to them they are actually free, just break down. They've been lead around in chains for so long, the chains have worked their way into their brains.
Maybe... maybe Amaterasu will listen. I damn well hope she does - every Minmatar I... we can help break free from their fears and hatreds is probably another thousand, maybe hundred thousand lives, Amarr or Minmatar, that will stay living. That's damn worth it.
So, it's straight from Sleepers to rather more familiar targets - capsuleers, that is.
Anyhow, being back has also given me the opportunity to get back in the flow with some of the more friendly podders.
In short, I grabbed an Interbus ride out to The Last Gate. Why I find myself drawn to that place I do not know - certainly, if some of those Imperial Academy officials could see me in there, they would loose it.
But, it does draw interesting people. That girl Amaterasu was there - she's really a woman, but practically acts like a pre-teen. Poor girl has been shaken up a lot - according to some of the other patrons, she was a slave on some mining facility that was beholden to the Blooders. Like normal, the Blooders didn't give a flying fuck about the people they gripped in their filthy fingers, so she came out of that pretty traumatized - hell, that big brother type she follows around must have pulled a lot of strings to get her past the psychological evaluations for the capsule.
Anyway... when I finally get to the Gate, turns out she is there, but that big brother isn't. Opportunity loves action, they say, and they must be right - she's always to timid to talk to when he's around.
Or he's gotten himself shot, slashed, or otherwise brutalized. He seems to have a tendency to do that.
So anyhow, I start talking to her... and, oh, Lord. It didn't go well.
I offered her my assistance - something I've been meaning to do for some time. Figure I would help where I could. But she doesn't know what she wants - I guess she's become used to where she is, used to following that Reimei fellow around. Doesn't want to rock the boat, so to speak. Pity - I've heard of what she pulls when she puts her mind to it, and THAT... well, if she could do it all the time there would be people begging to have her by their sides.
Unfortunately, she didn't know. Those were her exact words - "I don't know." The fact I'm Amarrian probably didn't help either - she's had to many bad experiences. Taking help from an Amarrian probably just doesn't make sense to her. I've seen it before - some of the slaves I've released, when it occurs to them they are actually free, just break down. They've been lead around in chains for so long, the chains have worked their way into their brains.
Maybe... maybe Amaterasu will listen. I damn well hope she does - every Minmatar I... we can help break free from their fears and hatreds is probably another thousand, maybe hundred thousand lives, Amarr or Minmatar, that will stay living. That's damn worth it.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
W-space.
Well, hell.
Wormhole space is the best and worst of known space poured into a vat, melted down, mixed up, and poured into the mold of insanity.
Let’s start with the good: Resources. Since we’ve set up our latest control tower configuration, we’ve been hauling out more resources – gas, minerals, and some electronics components I can’t recognize for my life. My corpmate is going nuts over them, though.
Then there’s the bad side. Let’s start with those aar-svik Sleepers. Aside from aggressively responding to the presence of our ships in special locales such as asteroid belts and gas clouds, I have recently begun noting a tendency of sleepers to actually locate vessels floating in deadspace or around planets or moons and attack said vessels. I don’t know whether they do this the way we do – that is, by launching probes to look for our power emissions – or with some exotic new process (given what else I’ve been pulling out of Sleeper drone wreckage, I wouldn’t be surprised). Bunch of their cruiser-sized craft dropped in on me as I was writing the last log. Not really a major threat, but my shields collapsing in under four seconds was enough to grab my attention.
What I do know is that the Sleepers are in some ways worse then the more aggressive capsuleer organizations. Smarter, too.
Then there’s the loneliness. I’m not going to lie – being out here, somewhere probably beyond the galactic limits, your feel awful disconnected from everyone else. All the stuff on the news feeds, all the stuff in the common discussion channels… it seems so distant.
Unlike some of the others, I am not particularly interested in the Sleepers’ nature – they are just another threat in a universe of terrorists, warmongers, and pirates of every stripe. No, I’m not like Julianus Soter, that former shield-carrier of the Federation. He’s turned his sights fully on uncovering every secret of the Sleepers, and seems to come up with a new theory about them – and the Seylinn incident. He’s digging up pretty interesting stuff – and pulling together an interesting bunch of people around him – but that stuff just isn’t my calling.
Oh well. Should be back in ‘known’ space soon.
Wormhole space is the best and worst of known space poured into a vat, melted down, mixed up, and poured into the mold of insanity.
Let’s start with the good: Resources. Since we’ve set up our latest control tower configuration, we’ve been hauling out more resources – gas, minerals, and some electronics components I can’t recognize for my life. My corpmate is going nuts over them, though.
Then there’s the bad side. Let’s start with those aar-svik Sleepers. Aside from aggressively responding to the presence of our ships in special locales such as asteroid belts and gas clouds, I have recently begun noting a tendency of sleepers to actually locate vessels floating in deadspace or around planets or moons and attack said vessels. I don’t know whether they do this the way we do – that is, by launching probes to look for our power emissions – or with some exotic new process (given what else I’ve been pulling out of Sleeper drone wreckage, I wouldn’t be surprised). Bunch of their cruiser-sized craft dropped in on me as I was writing the last log. Not really a major threat, but my shields collapsing in under four seconds was enough to grab my attention.
What I do know is that the Sleepers are in some ways worse then the more aggressive capsuleer organizations. Smarter, too.
Then there’s the loneliness. I’m not going to lie – being out here, somewhere probably beyond the galactic limits, your feel awful disconnected from everyone else. All the stuff on the news feeds, all the stuff in the common discussion channels… it seems so distant.
Unlike some of the others, I am not particularly interested in the Sleepers’ nature – they are just another threat in a universe of terrorists, warmongers, and pirates of every stripe. No, I’m not like Julianus Soter, that former shield-carrier of the Federation. He’s turned his sights fully on uncovering every secret of the Sleepers, and seems to come up with a new theory about them – and the Seylinn incident. He’s digging up pretty interesting stuff – and pulling together an interesting bunch of people around him – but that stuff just isn’t my calling.
Oh well. Should be back in ‘known’ space soon.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Why am I here?
Why am I here?
Why, indeed. I don’t believe I can really answer the full extent of that question – why do we exist in the universe, and all that – so I’ll settle for answering why I am writing this.
I’m writing it because I am afraid.
For a while there, I was slipping into the aura of invincibility. I was a podder, an angel of God, invincible to mortal weapons.
And then the shit hit the fan in a whole bunch of places. First, there was an article on the IGS about some guy who was killed as he was resurrecting following a podding – and a computer virus somehow destroyed his remaining backup clones.
That was the end of that poor fool.
Then there’s that Caldari Merc – Reimei something-or-other. Every few days, he seems to manage to find a new way to get himself practically killed outside of the pod. One day, he ended up with a beam through his chest, just yesterday he had managed to get himself in a fight with someone, or something, that nearly ripped a rib straight out of him.
Seeing someone’s rib sticking out of their chest – while they are alive, no less – is a dramatic lesson. It suddenly occurred to me again that I was still mortal – hard to kill, yes, but still mortal. And suddenly I was afraid.
Listen to that – a seasoned capsuleer, veteran of hundreds of fights, with the blood of likely millions on my hands, afraid of death. It seems… incorrect, somehow.
But the fact remains. So, I started these personal logs, on the basis that if I ever did manage to get myself perma-killed, my trusted others would be able to look in here and see what I had been up to.
Shit. Sleepers are back again.
Why, indeed. I don’t believe I can really answer the full extent of that question – why do we exist in the universe, and all that – so I’ll settle for answering why I am writing this.
I’m writing it because I am afraid.
For a while there, I was slipping into the aura of invincibility. I was a podder, an angel of God, invincible to mortal weapons.
And then the shit hit the fan in a whole bunch of places. First, there was an article on the IGS about some guy who was killed as he was resurrecting following a podding – and a computer virus somehow destroyed his remaining backup clones.
That was the end of that poor fool.
Then there’s that Caldari Merc – Reimei something-or-other. Every few days, he seems to manage to find a new way to get himself practically killed outside of the pod. One day, he ended up with a beam through his chest, just yesterday he had managed to get himself in a fight with someone, or something, that nearly ripped a rib straight out of him.
Seeing someone’s rib sticking out of their chest – while they are alive, no less – is a dramatic lesson. It suddenly occurred to me again that I was still mortal – hard to kill, yes, but still mortal. And suddenly I was afraid.
Listen to that – a seasoned capsuleer, veteran of hundreds of fights, with the blood of likely millions on my hands, afraid of death. It seems… incorrect, somehow.
But the fact remains. So, I started these personal logs, on the basis that if I ever did manage to get myself perma-killed, my trusted others would be able to look in here and see what I had been up to.
Shit. Sleepers are back again.
All about Esna
Accessing Data profile...
Name: Esna Millehiros Pitoojee
Race: Amarr (True Amarr)
Known relatives:
Father – Evada Pitoojee (now minor holder, planetside)
Mother – Athrin Pitoojee (minor holder, planetside)
Height: 74 in. / 188 cm
Weight: 137 pounds
Age: Twenty-Six (since first birth; actual clone age varies)
Eye color: Yellow
Hair color: Black
Physical description: Tall and narrow-framed with a receding hairline. Lacks any major visible body modifications aside from capsule implants, and often wears robes which cover those.
In terms of clothing, he favors tighter, longer robes, and often wears a simple, undecorated shirt and pants when involved in tasks that robes would hamper.
Psychoanalysis:
Generally prefers to be a bystander than to become entangled in most situations. When he does act, prefers to formulate a plan before engaging. This does not mean he lacks a solid position; rather, he prefers to be sure of his position. When he does move, he does so with speed and assuredness.
- Dr. Ibinus Saaldus, Imperial War Academy
I worry that he will be rejected by many he might work with. Although he does not rush into a situation, preferring to poke about instead and investigate it, he can sometimes be tactless and disrespectful in his probings. Needs to learn that not everyone's buisness is his, much as he likes to help.
- Prof. Ashana Demeta, Imperial War Academy
Cautious.
- Dr. Pilliard Misefus, CONCORD Capsuleer registration division
This is likely one of the only OOC posts I will do. The background information for Esna is deliberately written for anyone viewing this blog's use, and should be considered the only 'openly known' information in any post.
I will be periodically updating the profile as I continue to develop Esna's character... and as I get more time to write it.
Name: Esna Millehiros Pitoojee
Race: Amarr (True Amarr)
Known relatives:
Father – Evada Pitoojee (now minor holder, planetside)
Mother – Athrin Pitoojee (minor holder, planetside)
Height: 74 in. / 188 cm
Weight: 137 pounds
Age: Twenty-Six (since first birth; actual clone age varies)
Eye color: Yellow
Hair color: Black
Physical description: Tall and narrow-framed with a receding hairline. Lacks any major visible body modifications aside from capsule implants, and often wears robes which cover those.
In terms of clothing, he favors tighter, longer robes, and often wears a simple, undecorated shirt and pants when involved in tasks that robes would hamper.
Psychoanalysis:
Generally prefers to be a bystander than to become entangled in most situations. When he does act, prefers to formulate a plan before engaging. This does not mean he lacks a solid position; rather, he prefers to be sure of his position. When he does move, he does so with speed and assuredness.
- Dr. Ibinus Saaldus, Imperial War Academy
I worry that he will be rejected by many he might work with. Although he does not rush into a situation, preferring to poke about instead and investigate it, he can sometimes be tactless and disrespectful in his probings. Needs to learn that not everyone's buisness is his, much as he likes to help.
- Prof. Ashana Demeta, Imperial War Academy
Cautious.
- Dr. Pilliard Misefus, CONCORD Capsuleer registration division
This is likely one of the only OOC posts I will do. The background information for Esna is deliberately written for anyone viewing this blog's use, and should be considered the only 'openly known' information in any post.
I will be periodically updating the profile as I continue to develop Esna's character... and as I get more time to write it.
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