• Vengeance
  • Wormhole
  • Asteroid - Blue
  • Asteroid - Green/Yellow
  • Plasma Planet
  • Asteroid - Purple
  • Intaki VI and Asteroids
  • Intaki Prime
  • SakBat
  • Warp Tunnel Distortion
  • Peyote Lake
  • Bighorns
  • Grizzly
  • White Anemone
  • Bleeding Heart
  • Purple Anemone
  • Waterton
  • Foothills
  • White Tiger
  • Red Panda
  • Orange Fungi
  • Grapes
  • Daenan
  • Arlayn
  • Stream
  • Berwen

Yearly archives: 2009

Congratulations Are In Order…

The last month and a half has been an unexpected whirlwind of activity. The Federation Senate voted to deny votes to occupied systems which means all the people at home will not be allowed to have their opinion heard in the upcoming elections. I’m infuriated like many others but uncertain what, if anything, can be done about it right now. The Caldari need to be ousted, first and foremost.

Shortly after Devan’s and my disgraceful adventure in the wormhole, Nailo suddenly reappeared and surprised us all by having a blushing fiancée in tow! She’s a baseliner and a lovely woman, and didn’t seemed perturbed at all at being in the presence of so many capsuleers at once.

I tried very hard to ignore Devan’s pointed I told you he wasn’t a spy look. I reserve judgment; no woman could really be that good to explain Nailo’s total disappearance for months on end. A bride might make for a convenient cover story, though watching them I have no doubt Nailo loves her very much.

An Anonymous Benefactor

Three days ago Devan and I ventured into a wormhole. He wanted to see about the feasibility of starting up some official operations in w-space as a way to attract new blood to the corp and inject activity again. But first we needed to investigate, do some recon, and generally gain some first-hand experience.

Knowing we might be in for a bit of trouble, I took Scarab in and Devan was flying his Proteus, Tahkisis. It seemed appropriate, given these ships are based on technology brought back from w-space in the first place. Right? We thought we were prepared. After all, the last few wormholes we’d gone into had been a piece of cake.

Instead, we had our asses handed to us.

Intaki and the Ishukone Question

The news this month about Tibus Heth’s auction, the panic on Intaki Prime in response, and the revelation that Ishukone Corporation has won development rights has not been good.

It wasn’t enough for the Caldari to regain their homeworld, which they did. No, they’ve rampaged on and become the very monster they wanted to destroy. Never mind that the squids treat my homeland and the homelands of billions of other people across New Eden as a mere commodity, to be bought and sold no different than flour or a chair. The thought is so disgusting and offensive that for now I have to consciously not talk about it for the absolute rage it conjures within me. (And people say the Intaki are stoic by nature?)

And Then There Were Four?

Despite all the uproar in the last year, I’ve made an effort to grow the ranks of TGPI but it seems to be for naught. We brought on several new people—Sansebastian, Johnny, Musashi, Huanlong, Kruznik, others—and all have either left to join other organizations or simply fail to make any sort of regular appearance.

Where is Nailo and the rest of the original TGPI crew? There were more than a dozen of them when I signed on last year, but since then the group has seemingly been whittled down to just Devan and Eric, and, to some extent, Abby, though he spends most of his time on his own out in Amarr space. The corporation roster still lists everyone else but anyone’s guess is good as to where they might be or what they’re doing. I think new recruits feel uneasy staying in our ranks when they see so little participation from the long-standing members, and I can’t blame them!

Caldari Militia Claim Last Gallente System

The last of the contested Federation systems fell to the Caldari militia today.

The level of dismay around here is palpable. Conversations overheard in lifts are troubled and worried, and everyone you see simply looks disappointed.

Devan and I both are glad we did not re-enlist to be part of this disgrace. Neither of us feels it would have made any difference if we had. I’m reminded of this news report. It seems that in a year they have continued on with their policy of disastrous military blunders, and now billions of people living in occupied territory have to suffer for it.

Njal has always believed Intaki should oust those who oppress or neglect it, and stand alone as it once did. Now, more than ever, I agree. The State and the Federation both have no business in Intaki. It may have been the Federation assisted my people at one time, bringing us to the stars and so on, and in return so many of us gave up our traditional beliefs and way of life to integrate with and contribute to Gallente society.

Intaki Shortages

I knew this would happen. The Caldari purport themselves to be “so much better” than the Gallente, that they have come along to “rescue” Intaki from the Federation, and yet since “gracing” my people with their presence, shortages are spreading in Intaki. For now it is limited to high-tech goods, but how long before they run out of other supplies like in the other occupied zones? How long before people are starving in the streets? And still the threat of invasion looms.

Do the Caldari actually believe themselves when they open their mouths to utter their nonsense? How is the current status of Intaki in any way, shape, or form, better than it was before? Now there are pirates on top of pirates!

Retail Therapy?

Thanks to Devan’s gift I had enough reserve savings to purchase the Legion!

The Amarr Legion

The Amarr Legion

Ooh! Aah!

I’m looking forward to taking both of my new ships out for a spin to see how they perform against the Serps. Even if it is currently unrealistic to do anything about the Caldari occupation at home, I can still push ahead with trying to eliminate this criminal element. If I can make a serious enough dent in their operations here they might pull some of their forces away from Placid, and that might be something of a help or relief to the people at home still dealing with the Caldari…


Perhaps partially as a ‘feel better’ gift, and perhaps partially because the market price keeps creeping up faster than I’ve been able to increase the balance in my wallet, today Devan gifted me the last several hundred million ISK I needed so I could finally buy the Marauder I have trained and saved for since December when I found Mourning Star and became, as Devan puts it, obsessed with “Amarr shinies”.

The Paladin is a gorgeous hull, with that blazing red streak down its spine. Most Amarr hulls are gold in color and though I normally prefer silver hues in my precious metals, I find I can’t resist these ships. Gold just works for them!

The Amarr Marauder

The Amarr Marauder

I have my eye set on another new hull as well, the one the Amarr have put into production based on new technology brought back from w-space…but I think Bloodtalon will nevertheless remain far above any other hull I own, as a personal “flagship” of sorts!

Wormhole Spelunking

Today I ventured into space for the first time since losing Mourning Star to the Amarr slavers. I’ve had a terrible time dealing with “phantom ship” syndrome… At first I could not sleep for the constant feeling of still being connected to the Armageddon, the terrible wrenching sensations of the ship being torn apart around me, sudden injections of panic hearing the hull breach alarms over and over and confusion over why I never heard the shield or armor breach warnings… Visions of the faces of the crew that I lost…

It took a few days to work up the nerve, but in thinking about it I wondered if re-establishing links with a ship would override the phantom feelings I couldn’t block out myself, like when you’re a kid and fall off your bicycle. If you don’t get back on it right away… So I decided to bring Happy Face of Death out of mothballs and put only a skeleton crew on her.

Devan has kept himself busy by refining his skill in scanning down the wormholes that now proliferate through local space since the Seyllin disaster a month ago. Today he found one here. Eric was off on some errand or other and despite the fact capsuleers all over the cluster are now happily making new homes or kingdoms or whatever for themselves in these uncharted zones that are supposedly another galaxy away from us, I couldn’t let Devan go in alone.


I did something exceptionally stupid today and people died as a result.

Devan convinced me to go out patrolling with him. I didn’t want to. I was exhausted; I hadn’t slept. I stayed up all night fruitlessly trying to get in touch with Mom and watching the news for any scrap of information that might tell me she is all right. Now I know how Devan felt two weeks ago. When I couldn’t get through to Intaki I called Njal instead and cried for hours…

Devan insisted getting out into space would be better than sitting around watching the same stories recycled on Scope News every ten minutes. I know he just wanted to try to get my mind off what’s going on at home. I gave in. I shouldn’t have. I should have been stubborn and listened to my gut and stayed in my quarters.

We encountered a group of rogue slavers in Halle and engaged. For me it was a short fight. I can’t honestly say I don’t know what happened—obviously my mind wasn’t on the battle, wasn’t monitoring my ship, wasn’t thinking about my crew…just wasn’t paying attention.