27.02.111
My move to Branch is looking like the best decision I have made for quite some time. But damn, the work is hard. I thought I used to spend a lot of time in the belts, but since joining up I have barely been out of an exhumer. Apart from a couple of home defence actions, I spend most of my time amongst the roids, or catching some shut eye on a bunk in the hanger while the maintenance crew preps the old girl for the next shift. Pulling double shifts for nearly a month, I always thought the crew would fail first. I never realised it was possible to burn out the power conduits of a Hulk......till last night that is. Worst timing I have ever seen, strips overloading and taking the main power with it, shield hardeners failed, drone control went off line, then the god damned rats warped in. I never noticed them at first, it was only as the Shields started to fall past 75% I realised we were in deep shit. Shields failed just as the emergency power kicked in. Thankfully Balthazar was in system and picked up my distress call, If he hadn't warped in with his Raven I don't think we would have made it. As it was we took hull damage, and even with the repair facilities in O94 my poor battered Hyperion III will be out of action for about a week.
Seems as good a time as any to get a change of scenery. I have given the crew a weeks leave, and have clone jumped to Empire. I have a few loose ends to clear up, and may look up some old friends. I wonder how Vince is getting on....
Friday, 27 February 2009
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Rebirth
26.2.111
A small cynical voice in the back of my mind asks why I am wasting my time thinking of the past, I should be re-calibrating the strip miners on my Hulk. I push the voice down I am finding this cathartic.
It seems so long ago now, but I still remember the feeling of awe as I first undocked in my Reaper.
I had no clear idea of what to do. I followed the advice from the university agents and carried out a few missions in Heimatar, but the feelings of not fitting in remained. Once I had my first proper frigate, a burst class, I forget her name now, I decided to head out and explore the cluster for a while. I travelled extensively through Amarrian and Minmatar space, mining to pay my way. I still never settled, never felt at peace.
Then I met Calotriton when passing through Amatar space. There was spark between us, she too was an orphan, bought up by an Amatar family, she had only recently become a capsuleer and was struggling to find her feet. To cut a long story short, we fell in love, married, then drifted apart. She become business partners with an Amarrian in Arbaz, I joined White Wolf Enterprises. We are still married, and still talk but are more friends now than lovers.
WWES is where things turned the corner for me. For the first time I had a home, and people I could call friends. All my experiences there have led me to this place. I went from green recruit to officer to mining manager to director gaining the trust of my fellow wolves. I made some lasting friends Demo, Ele, Khanid Slayer, the Speranza brothers and above all Vincent Pryce, who I consider the brother I never had.
A part of me obviously doesn't like things going well. I look now at what I had and wonder if the decision I made was worth the cost. The CEO, Caine Adamsson (yes the Amarrian who freed me) was never around. I ran the corp with the support of the directors and officers. I felt I could do better. So I took us to war.
The war was short with no great loss of life or material. I won, and in the process tore the corp apart. Once everything had settled, things were looking up new recruits were joining, we had a research POS set up, on the whole moral looked up. Then Vince decided not to return to us, I don't think his part in the coup sat well with him. Jan Pieterzoon (one of the old guard) vanished with no word. Demo left to found his own corp and took most of my active pilots. I could do nothing to stop the decline. I had failed. I turned the corp over to the Directors to decide who to run it and left.
I fought for a while with the 24IC. But I am not a combat pilot. I drifted for a time Before seeing an add for Lone Star Joint Venture, a 0.0 mining corp. This seemed to be the break I needed. I was accepted and moved out to Branch. Mining here is lucrative yet risky. Halada has a good crew and the alliance holds some nice systems. I have amassed a small fortune, and have certified in a number of new ship classes.
Perhaps the time is right to look to the future....
But for now I'd better get that bloody strip miner working. There will be hell to pay if I miss my quota......
A small cynical voice in the back of my mind asks why I am wasting my time thinking of the past, I should be re-calibrating the strip miners on my Hulk. I push the voice down I am finding this cathartic.
It seems so long ago now, but I still remember the feeling of awe as I first undocked in my Reaper.
I had no clear idea of what to do. I followed the advice from the university agents and carried out a few missions in Heimatar, but the feelings of not fitting in remained. Once I had my first proper frigate, a burst class, I forget her name now, I decided to head out and explore the cluster for a while. I travelled extensively through Amarrian and Minmatar space, mining to pay my way. I still never settled, never felt at peace.
Then I met Calotriton when passing through Amatar space. There was spark between us, she too was an orphan, bought up by an Amatar family, she had only recently become a capsuleer and was struggling to find her feet. To cut a long story short, we fell in love, married, then drifted apart. She become business partners with an Amarrian in Arbaz, I joined White Wolf Enterprises. We are still married, and still talk but are more friends now than lovers.
WWES is where things turned the corner for me. For the first time I had a home, and people I could call friends. All my experiences there have led me to this place. I went from green recruit to officer to mining manager to director gaining the trust of my fellow wolves. I made some lasting friends Demo, Ele, Khanid Slayer, the Speranza brothers and above all Vincent Pryce, who I consider the brother I never had.
A part of me obviously doesn't like things going well. I look now at what I had and wonder if the decision I made was worth the cost. The CEO, Caine Adamsson (yes the Amarrian who freed me) was never around. I ran the corp with the support of the directors and officers. I felt I could do better. So I took us to war.
The war was short with no great loss of life or material. I won, and in the process tore the corp apart. Once everything had settled, things were looking up new recruits were joining, we had a research POS set up, on the whole moral looked up. Then Vince decided not to return to us, I don't think his part in the coup sat well with him. Jan Pieterzoon (one of the old guard) vanished with no word. Demo left to found his own corp and took most of my active pilots. I could do nothing to stop the decline. I had failed. I turned the corp over to the Directors to decide who to run it and left.
I fought for a while with the 24IC. But I am not a combat pilot. I drifted for a time Before seeing an add for Lone Star Joint Venture, a 0.0 mining corp. This seemed to be the break I needed. I was accepted and moved out to Branch. Mining here is lucrative yet risky. Halada has a good crew and the alliance holds some nice systems. I have amassed a small fortune, and have certified in a number of new ship classes.
Perhaps the time is right to look to the future....
But for now I'd better get that bloody strip miner working. There will be hell to pay if I miss my quota......
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Beginings
25.02.111
Recent events have made me stop and take stock of my situation.
Who am I? Where am I going? Why do I feel so alone? Looking to my past these questions have always been there........
Since my birth there have been unknowns. The exact date and place of my birth go unrecorded, I was found outside a slave plantation in Penirgman, and adopted by a Brutor slave familiy in the service of Lord Caine Adamsson. An uneventfull childhood as a slave never prepared me for the changes that were coming.
Around the age of 18 there was a slave uprising at the plantation, my family did not agree and tried to resist the rioters, they were torn apart while I hid in fear. I fled in panic, and found an Amarrian boy cornered by a group of slaves. I felt a rage grow deep iside me, a red haze fell accross my vision, and I lanched myself at the slaves. The next thing I remeber I am stood in the middle of a pile of corpses coved in gore. I have no explaination of what happened, or how I survived, a more poetic man would say it was the blood of Matar or the wrath of the Amarrian God possessing me, or some other bull shit. All I know is the kid survived, and by that act I changed my life forever.
The Amarrian boy turned out to be the son and only heir of my Lord. In recognition of my loss and service to his familiy I was set free and given transport back to Heimatar and given funds to set me up for life. Fate had other plans.
After a some time travelling round Minmatar space trying to find myself, I began to realise I didn't really fit in, I was different in manner. More Amarrian than Matari. As a last ditch attempt to fit in I enrolled at the Republic University to Study Astro-Physics and zero-G Engineering. Whilst there I volunteered for a phsycological research project (mainly because that cute Brutor chick signed up). Turns out it was the capsuleer recruitment programme, and I had the intellegence, strength of will and moral flexibility they were looking for....
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