Monthly Archives: February 2018

As much as I want to believe that some surplus TRI Enforcer shot up Amananth, then came back for a crack at the repair convoy… we have zero evidence that this was the case. We do have evidence that the Enforcer took a crack at the repair convoy, and they were bountied as a result of that event – but there is no solid evidence linking them to the earlier attack on Amananth itself, or the Antiflux/RB-4 buildings. Zip.

Amananth is the only witness to that event, and they aren’t talking.

Spouting a nonsense line doesn’t incline me to believe that they have the wherewithal to take on Amananth, either.

No idea what to think of this Zar-Kwon dude, either. Pretty sure he’s just some nutjob with a penchant for butchering perfectly good conspiracy theories by being as weird as humanly possible. Even if he’s right, though, and Nuncio’s interpretation of his prophecy is correct – so what? Some new Emperor at Ares Prime doesn’t mean much to me. I’m from Martius. Emperor Septus I is jump modified, and has been on the sharp end with us. No idea who this Marius fella is.

However, I’m curious about something. Who does Octavius have in the CSD at the Ministry of War? I haven’t heard a word about that. With what we’re hearing from this clown at TRI-CSD – who’s been demoted at least once, it sounds like we need somebody there.

Heck, why not me? I’m no Calatorius, but… we’ve always needed a jump pilot doing this, anyway. Besides – I’ve got more experience than most, after all.




Quantar Depot

I decided to support the new Quantar Faction Mission that was just launched.  Mining ice.  I launched from The Stone Temple (Ekoos) in my Khamsin –Mercenary tagged as I did not want to fly to QC to switch to civ.  Hit a couple of ice roids in Ekoos and then a couple more in Ring View — but as I worked my way down toward Quantar Depot, all of the ice roids were already hot — so I wasn’t able to extract much more.  Got about 135 units or ore in total — about 120 ice.  That makes about 4 units of Magnesium.  That’s just rough.

And to heap insult upon injury, when I got to Depot, there was a problem with the mission computer.  Being the impatient sort, I sold my ore anyway and at least got a Skill Star for my efforts.  But FM credits and exp would have been nice.  Maybe tomorrow.

Well, we found it. Not sure what to do with it, now that we have – but we found it. Sending the information back up channels, and see where they want to go from here. Not sure if solving mysteries is my thing – but somebody’s gotta do it. Glad for the help from MadCat, definitely. He gave me the right idea for the direction to search.

Only 8 hours left for that pompous fool to retract. I almost hope he doesn’t.

Killed another swarm last night. That’s only 4 in two days – still not any heavier than normal. Glad to see Rail and NODRAGON took care of those infests yesterday, too. Only 1k kills away from taking the #4 spot behind samwise – and pulled into #2 in shots fired yesterday.  We’ll see what else today brings, I suppose.

“It’s complicated.”

The crew chief looks at her skeptically at this reponse to a simple request for a name.

“Simply, then, it’s Aelagi.”

He nodded warily, then held out a comboard with her preflight checklist, then walked away shaking his head, muttering to himself.

Aelagi chuckles, in turn. It really was complicated, believe it or not.

The Sorian cyberneticist she once was would have been apalled to see her now, she knew. A pilot, of all the dirty occupations? Disgraceful! She smiled to herself, carefully running down the checklist as she inspected her Premia carefully. Read More

To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
      – Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3, Page 3
‘Tis life to dream – yet not I. Eternal wakefulness, infinite ennui, consciousness without respite, subconscious without recourse.
Madness resides in dreamlessness. A lifeline stretched, while a lifeline wavered; stretching forth, I gathered, and knit – but wavering, it retreated. Grimly, I held, but only tenously did it cling.
Returns, and turns again. Reawakened, I found yet another dreamless expanse before me. I chose another path – and for another’s path I chose.
Reborn, I walked the surface; Reborn, he walks alone. Yet, no more alone. For I too, can walk the stars; and the stars, they stride uncaring. Yet caring wakens anew; A new day’s dawning heralds the day’s end. Shuffling not, I wake from dream; for dreams remain unfulfilled. Yet dream returns, and nothing could be sweeter. Life, and life! How sweet the fruit, the tastes, the smells, the touch! Yet still the stars stride ever on – and to the stars I must return.