Looks: Formal Ball Uniform

Tonight, Sepherim wears adeep blue and silver formal uniform. On his left shoulder, the insignia of the Amarr Imperial Navy and, under it, his rank and the heraldic shield of the 3rd Imperial Navy Military Intelligence regiment, the "Dogs of War" as the legend says right below it. On his left arm a bracelet can be seen displaying an eye, a traditional emblem of some Military Intelligence units. Two silver cords connect this shoulder to the front, right above his heart, where the medals earned during his service in the Navy are displayed. His right shoulder shows the banner of the Praetoria, together with his rank as a Liuteneant. And, on his front right side, the Order of the Golden Sword earned during his service to the Praetoria. The rest of his clothes show the few other shields of other units he's served in, as well as the university in which he studied, though those are smaller and clearly matter less. Shiny boots cover the bottom of his deep blue and perfect pants with silver stripes.

Personal Diary: June 16th, year 115

After too many days away from the pod and space due to surgery, finally the doctors said I could leave. Well, I left without their full permission, to be precise, but it was the grand ball to commemorate PIE's 10th birthday! I couldn't miss it, that's for sure. I may end up in a wet grave, or maybe doing desk work, but while I am part of the Praetoria and in space, I'm going to use my time the best I can.

So, enough talking about me, it was an eventfull night in the full sense. Admiral Newelle issued a brief speach to congratulate Commander Mirra for his achievements in recruiting, and then left us all stunned as she resigned as head of PIE and gave that position to Admiral Lok'ri. Then Admiral Karetta (yes, Admiral Karetta, the so well renowned Admiral of the Imperial Navy was here, together with a Grand Inquisitor from the Ministry of Internal Order) issued another brief speech to congratulate the Praetoria on its many achievements. Priceless.

And then we got the ball rolling, literally. People danced amarrian formal dances, drank, spoke and had fun in general. I admit I retreated to the doorway, to handle who could and could not enter. If there's something I don't miss about being a high ranking officer, is the politics that follow, saying the right word, and Admiral Lok'ri was practically assaulted by people. Keeping the door was quiet and pleasant enough. A captain Raphael something tried to disrupt that tranquility by treating me like a servant, but he'll get what's coming to him one way or another.

The rest of the night, we had laughs, drinks, people dancing, watching pictures, and drunks. Yes, those too. But I handled them well, I think, both Lucas Raholan and Diana Kim. I tried to make it as less obvious as possible (even faked to be dancing with captain Kim while dragging her to the door, thanks to Divine Commodore Janiah Ardishapur's for his insistence on forcing all his officers to learn to dance appropriately, "for an officer has to be a gentleman as well" as he used to say), and I think I could keep their honour relatively safe... well, maybe captain Kim trying to dock with a stargate publicly is something no one can change or solve.

So, Nicoletta should have saved her last dance for me, but she had a head ache. Women and head aches. But she owes me a dance now. Who knows, I think she likes me, and I may like her as well... in any case, time will tell.

And, meanwhile , halfway across the cluster, it was Federation day and they had a party as well. I hope, sincerily, that there's was as good as ours. We had a little drama, but with so many pod pilots together can't be avoided, and I hope it'll be solved soon through appropriate venues.

In any case, it's been a very long and busy night and I still haven't fully recovered from surgery, so I better head to sleep.

Ship Log: Dancing with the Devil

Sepherim's hotel room, recording started
Date: June 1st, year 115
Pilots present: Zsaryna Adrelana, Sepherim

Sepherim presses a button and the door opens. He's sitting with his back to the doorway, checking some things on his datapad
Sepherim > give me a second, I'll be with you in a moment
Zsaryna Adrelana glides into the room, moving so she's in front of Sepherim, padding round and reaching up to the throat of her robe "Well, it's a pleasure as always Sepherim" she says softly, placing her hand upon the datapad in his, she then undoes the clasp of the robe and lets it fall away
Sepherim looks up as the robes fall and grins
Sepherimtaps a quick couple orders on the pad and then closes it and gets up
Sepherim > you look quite lovely in that dress, captain Adrelana
Zsaryna Adrelana smiles "I'm flattered" she whispers gently as she looks down at him. She licks her lips softly "Would you care to sit or remain standing?" Zsaryna asks softly
Sepherim > which would be more appropriate?
Zsaryna Adrelana smiles "Well..." Zsaryna replies "Standing is a more... intimate experience" she blushes "I dance around you and, well there's quite a bit of rubbing and grinding"
Sepherim > then it is settled
Sepherim > though I hope the room is big enough for such a display
Sepherim > or it may get... well... let's say... more physical
Zsaryna Adrelana smiles "You say that like it's a bad thing" Zsaryna replies "it's supposed to be done at close quarters"
Sepherim > not a bad thing, at all
Sepherim > but one is a gentleman, so it has to be pointed out... just in case you want to back off
Sepherim grins
Zsaryna Adrelana licks her lips "okay" she says quietly, stepping closer to him and turning down the lights, her dress glittering slightly as she places her hand upon his chest, right in the middle of his torso. She takes a deep breath
Sepherim nods, smiling
Sepherim watched Zsaryna's clothes with a small grin
Zsaryna Adrelana smiles as the music starts to play, her feet clicking on the floor as the music continues, the slow pulsing drum-beat spreading a broad smile across her face. Her hips whirl as the lights go down and her dress flashes and flickers
Sepherim pays some attention to the music, but little
Zsaryna's body undulates beneath the light, glitter spangled across her belly as she whirls through the music. Her hand reaches up and gently traces its way down his chest, a coy smile curling at the corners of her lips
Sepherim resists the urge to touch her back, just smiling in his place
Zsaryna Adrelana chuckles and slides away, stepping back and raising in a flowing spin, whirling on her tiptoes. Her dress whirls up, giving him a glance of thigh and leg and backside. Zsaryna continues to move as the rhythm pounds its way though her like a drum
Sepherim nods slightly to the rythm of the music
Zsaryna Adrelana eases in closer, slowly wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug, her hips grinding slightly against his body "You enjoying this?" she asks softlySepherim > too much, I'd say
Sepherim grins to her, still stoic
Zsaryna Adrelana blushes "Sorry" she says softly, stepping back from him and continue to danceSepherim > you have nothing to apologize, at all
Sepherim nods, looking to her in the eye
Zsaryna Adrelana blushes and nods and then continues to move, sweat glittering upon her skin as she moves through the positions and then she reaches up, drawing her hands back down her belly in a slow seductive movement
Sepherim crosses his hands behind him, the only kind of movement he can concede himself
Zsaryna Adrelana > The dance reaches a creschendo and Zsaryna leans back, her body arching back in a bridge, leaning back, before snapping back up again into standing
Sepherim draws in a breath as he sees her body curve before him, elastically, almost without effort, and only releases it as she snaps back into verticality
Zsaryna Adrelana stands before him, shaking and panting as the music slowly fades, her clothing sticking to herself. She smiles at him, her clothing almost transparent, giving him a faint glimpse of the darkened patches of skin, of her nipples
Sepherim tries to focus on her face, noticing twin drops of sweat running down from the antennas on his forehead to his chin
Sepherim remains silent, not to interrupt her in case the dancing isn't over
Zsaryna Adrelana glances at his sweaty face and smiles as she sweeps over to him "Well did you enjoy that?" she asks softly, placing her hand upon his chin. A broad smile is on her face, her body shaking slightly from adrenalineSepherim > It was... more than interesting, yes
Sepherim > is this a dance your people do often?
Zsaryna Adrelana chuckles "not often" she replies "The Amarrians dislikes it, as I'm sure you can understand"
Sepherim > yes, I can, it's not too... appropriate
Sepherim > for amarrian cultural standards of... modesty
Zsaryna Adrelana glances down and chuckles "yeah" she replies softly as she lifts her hands to cover her chest "You don't mind right?" she asks, flopping down next to him
Sepherim > I'm a ni-kunni, not an amarrian... we're not so uptight unless the situation requires it
Sepherim > we do have limits and lines not to cross, but they are not so easy to crash against
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "true enough" she replies softly "my lines are rather... further than yours" she repliesSepherim > yes, I imagine so
Sepherim grins, looking her over
Sepherim > it can be dangerous...
Zsaryna Adrelana glances down "oh?" she asks gently
Zsaryna Adrelana reaches out and gently runs a hand along his thigh
Sepherim > going to play the innocent girl now?
Sepherim tenses up a bit at her contact
Zsaryna Adrelana smirks "no" she replies quietly "and... danger... is something I'm rather too used to for my own good" she says softly, feeling him tensing up "Would you like me to stop?" she asks quietly
Sepherim > no, I wouldn't like it, but I probably will have to ask it nonetheless soon
Sepherim > outside of a man, I'm also a Praetorian, and there are lines I can't cross, not with you unfortunately
Sepherim's voice is a tad lower than usual
Zsaryna Adrelana tilts her head "Who do you think made sex so good?" Zsaryna asks "if God meant for us not to enjoy it... he wouldn't have made it feel so good" Zsaryna says gently
Sepherim > yes, indeed, but I am a Praetorian, there are things I can't do with certain people
Sepherim > and, unfortunately, you returned to your pirate ways. I can't have this sort of relations with you, it could open dangerous roads
Sepherim > and has already cost the rank and position of one Praetorian a few months ago
Sepherim > we have to be... perfect
Sepherim > so, as much as I may like, I can only watch, never actually do anything or let the relation go beyond that
Sepherim looks saddened
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "I see" Zsaryna withdraws her hand "I'm sorry" she looks a little confused for a moment before she smiles slightly
Zsaryna Adrelana > "Well... what can I say" she says at last "obviously you are a man of conviction and I'm not going to ask you to break them"
Sepherim > don't be sorry... it was wonderful
Sepherim > and I thank you for it, for the fiction, for the minutes to think everything could be otherwise... normal
Sepherim bows to her, gracefully, with a sad smile
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "I see... in a way I'm flattered, most men would be crawling all over me at this point" she smiles gently and squeezes his hand "Well... I'm not a pirate Seph, I kill things but I'm not a pirate"
Sepherim > you are not a loyalist, either
Sepherim > and believe me, were circumstances different, I would've barely let you finish your dance before kissing you
Zsaryna Adrelana looks up at him "many forms of loyalty Sepherim" she says softly "I've spent time in Imperial prisons... been visited by the worst horrors man knows how to inflict and visited them in turn... but my loyalty is to Amarr... if it is not overt"
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > I can understand, I can relate to those horrors and know they exist but you know the Amarr... too often, what matters is what things look like, not the depths behind them
Sepherim > and, for each thing, there is a rule
Sepherim notices the silence in the air
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "of course, I understand" she says gently, "I look like a pirate on the outside, I dance like a pirate and suck like a pirate so... it's unlikely I'm a paladin inside" Zsaryna says after a second
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > I'm sorry, I really am. I've been wishing and looking for ways to make it possible with each of your turns, and thinking about not caring, on nobody knowing with each of your twists
Sepherim > but, in the end, I know, and that is more than I can bare
Sepherim > I can't fail twice
Zsaryna Adrelana sighs "of course" Zsaryna says tenderly "I understand, Sepherim, friend of whores and heretics" she smiles quietly "and people would care... you're PIE and I'm not" She licks her lips quietly "I... I don't mean to cause you trouble or a crisis of faith"
Sepherim smiles
Sepherim > you've given me something of yourself, so I'll trust you with something as valuable of mine
Sepherim > my faith is long gone, and that's something only you know now
Sepherim smiles to her, a strange smile
Zsaryna Adrelana nods slowly "I'm sorry" she says gently "I... hope you can find peace some day" she says sadly "Naturally, this will be only between you and me" she says, her voice very tentative and small
Sepherim > there are many ways to find peace, seeing you dance can be one
Sepherim > to remember us all the price we pay, but also the human that lies behind the mask
Sepherim looks saddened
Zsaryna Adrelana smiles "Well... I'd be happy to dance for you some more then, some other time if you want?" Zsaryna offers
Sepherim > it would be a honor
Zsaryna Adrelana > "Sure I would love to dance for you again" Zsaryna says quietly "And yes... we must always remember we are all human beneath these masks of pirate and loyalist and chicken pie"
Sepherim smiles at her joke of chicken pie
Sepherim > I'd be honored
Sepherim > ... to say the least
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "brilliant" Zsaryna replies "I shall dance for you some more, sometime" Zsaryna says softly "not now because I;'m worn out"
Sepherim > indeed, and you have to be at your best
Sepherim winks
Sepherim > you know where my hotel room is, and you're invited to visit whenever you may like
Sepherim > to dance, or whatever you may like
Sepherim > ... except those things
Zsaryna Adrelana > "I plan to be" Zsaryna replies, licking her lips slightly as she relaxes against him "and yes... I understand" Zsaryna replies softly
Sepherim caresses her hair gently, smelling her
Zsaryna Adrelana gasps softly "mmm... that's nice" Zsaryna whispers quietly
Sepherim > yes it is
Sepherim smiles, distantly, feeling her softly pressing against him
Zsaryna Adrelana licks her lips "no one need know Sepherim" she says gently "I have no one to tell and I wouldn't do that to you anyway"
Sepherim > I know, but I would know... and that's more that can be
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "I see" she says softly, leaning against him and closing her eyes "fair enough" she chuckles softly and strokes his arm
Sepherim presses her softly against him for a few seconds, draws in a deep breath trying to hold her essence, and then lets her go
Sepherim > my lady, it's been a rare and deep pleasure
Sepherim bows to kiss her hand
Zsaryna Adrelana blushes as he kisses her hand "thank you... the pleasure was mutual Sepherim" Zsaryna replies tenderly "it's been amazing... and I'm only sorry I can't make you happy... but that's fine"
Sepherim > you already have, in a way, I hope not to have dissapointed you too much
Zsaryna Adrelana shakes her head "no... you haven't" Zsaryna says tenderly
Sepherim smiles to her, a warm smile
Sepherim > then, I believe it is time to part ways for tonight
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "for tonight, but it would be nice to drink again sometime" Zsaryna says softly, bowing her head and rising to her feet
Sepherim > indeed, I hope we can arrange to do it soon then
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "of course" she replies gently as she gathers up her things and heads for the exit "until next time... peace be upon you"
Sepherim > and on you, my dear
Sepherim walks with her to the door of the hotel room
Zsaryna Adrelana turns and smiles at him before leaning in and quickly kissing his cheek and giggling
Sepherim smiles to her, mischeviously
Sepherim > now don't you like to break the rules...
Sepherim grins
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "you can't tell me you mind" she whispers and then turns around and sashays out into the darkness
Sepherim smiles as he sees the door close behind her
Sepherim > recording finished, encrypt, file duplicate in the usual safespots, erase from databank

Recording stopped.

Personal Diary: May 24th, year 115

Today I botched up. I misread the fitting of my ship and misused it completely in a massive battle. I'm not guilty that we lost the battle, one doesn't make such an inmense difference in such a big combat, but I didn't add as much as I could to our side. And, in the end, the Minmatarr still hold Arzad.

It's curious, so many years after the last time I fought in such a battle, the number of things you can forget. I can plex a point with my eyes shut, and explain how it works to anyone with more or less exact details (got a few things wrong but minor things). And yet, when it comes to battle, so much has gone out of my memory. I guess it's more full of details, of small things to remember, and those are the first to leave. I've re-gathered most of the details of frigate combat, and small sized engagement... but big ones, with cruisers and up, those are still away.

Guess the more reason to focus and keep working on re-learning so I can be useful.

Personal Diary: May 20th, year 115

Today we had the first of the celebrations of the 10 years of PIE, with a parade right before the Imperial Family station in Amarr Prime, and an interesting speech by Commander Mirra. It was good to do again something like that, I admit I hand't realized how much I miss some of the bond creating events the Imperial Navy had. The Praetoria is very good, but in a way, all the members are much more independent, losely connected, than the tight fist the Navy is. Not saying it's good or bad, just different, and I guess I'm too used to the old ways, even in things I don't realize.

As another note, I've been officially made Recruitment Officer. And have started to produce Navy Omens to fund my efforts in the frontlines thanks to the loyalty points. So, good news indeed.

Personal Diary: may 15th, year 115

It's not a common thing that one gets to do history, and even rarer to do so in a corporation with the long bagage of veteran and expert captains as has PIE. But I did today. I was the first pilot in PIE history to actually assist the ground troops PIE had deployed to battle in Sifilar. I killed three targets from my position in orbit, and the battle ended in a victory for the amarrian side. And here I just wanted to learn how it's done, as I had never participated in tactical bombing raids over planets before.

Besides that, my clearance as a recruitment officer inside PIE has been increased. Must be doing things right there as well.

As it stands, things are looking good. And after the past few days gone by, I have almost the whole operation to verify the data Adrelana gave me ready. I'm not sure I'm going to like what I find.

Personal Diary: May 8th, year 115

Karin Midular, ex-leader of the Minmatarr Repubic, has died after the attempt on her life in Gallente space. And with her, the last great voice for reason and peace in the cluster is gone. Emperors, megacorporation leaders... all voices looking to create a neutral ground have been destroyed, deposed, set aside. Specially elsewhere, our Empress still has shown to be willing to compromise and seek neutral grounds. But, what does one voice alone matter, if all that remains to debate with are violent and hating peoples?

Soon, they'll give the most war-favourables in the Empire the reasons they need to press for a deeper implication in the war. And with it, the Navy... and the Praetoria... will once again be thrown into the fire. Like lifes that don't matter, only the goal. Don't hold me wrong, I do favor war and I believe in the sacrifices it implies... when it is for a just cause, and with a just calling. But if it's the result of the pressure of the extremists, can it really be fair?

But, as days go by, darkness seems to fall over the whole cluster. Not 24 hours had Karin Midular been dead that the Minmatarr Republic decided to invade the Gallente Federation (their allies) in order to obtain the suppossed killer by force. They failed, but this opens a dirty and complicated wound. And if Maleatu Shakor is willing to give such an order to his Republic Navy, what wouldn't he order to do if the smallest reason was given by the Caldari State? We already know what he did as soon as he could with the Empire...

Dark times ahead. Dark indeed. And sometimes, alone in bed when my random companion is gone, I can't help but wonder if I have the strength to endure it once again. I see the Liuteneant badge on my Praetorian uniform, and love and hate it at the same time. We will be thrown in the fire, and we will have to march into it head on. No matter the cost, no matter the reasons.

Many are lighting the torches, and preparing the wood. But others will be the ones sacrificed on the galactic bonfires. And, meanwhile, the Sabik remain happily inside our borders, the Nation threatens all, the pirate alliances control large amounts of planetary systems, etc.

Dark times indeed.

Quotes

Often, Sepherim Catillah mentions quotes of his officers in command, trainers, and friends. Here is a recollection of some of them:

"Mourn the dead, but live for those alive". Templar Liuteneant Portus Vanquis, August 10th, year 104. Right after the destruction of Sepherim's wing under torture and pain by the Blood Raiders.

Ship Log: Disturbing Data

Lou's Bar, recording started
Date: May 6th, year 115
Pilots present: Zsaryna Adrelana, Sepherim
 
Sepherim is seated in one of the booths at the far end of the bar, drinking alone while looking tranquil; some soft moans can be heard from the booth by his side, but he doesn't seem to notice
Sepherim checks his datapad from time to time, and doesn't wear his usual pilot clotes but common plain ones, propper of the working classes
Zsaryna Adrelana wanders into the bar. She's dressed in dark simple dark grey trousers and a red star shirt, along with a black bomber jacket. She's carrying a pistol on her hip and her eyes scan the bar nervously for movement before she wanders over to Sepherim.
Sepherim > Honey, long time no see!
Sepherim greets her with a warm smile
Sepherim > got your treat here
Zsaryna Adrelana sits down opposite him, bowing her head politely "Ave" she says softly, tapping an order for some food onto a datapad "Indeed, it has been too long" she says with a small nervous smile
Sepherim's tone lowers as she sits down as he watches Lou start preparing Zsaryna's food
Sepherim > hope you haven't had problems finding the place, captain Adrelana?
Zsaryna Adrelana shakes her head "it was easy enough... clearing Imperial customs was... interesting but I managed it" Zsaryna smirks guiltily "do you come here often?" She asks, deciding to make small talk, if only to put her nerves at ease
Sepherim > from time to time, yes, to meet with old acquaintances or keep some of the old contacts still available
Sepherim > but not as often as I used to
Sepherim > you would surprised to know the amount of information on the Bleak Lands that can be found in places like this
Sepherim watches as Lou silently walks up to them, puts down the plates, and leaves
Zsaryna Adrelana chuckles "fair enough" she replies "I have similar bars, both back home and in my old station, for meeting people" she grins as a steaming plate of bright pink steak and chips arrives "this looks good... you can't beat steak and chips after a long journey... places like this are good, they're quiet and anonymous... you're sure you weren't followed?" Zsaryna asks quietlySepherim > yes, I'm sure, some things you just never forget
Sepherim > I take it you weren't either? Both of us meeting could place us in certain... unconfortable positions for both of us
Zsaryna Adrelana shrugs "I'm alright... none of my current work associates would give a shit about me meeting you and most of my former work colleagues... well they're either dead or irrelevant, and I have people watching the place, belive me we're good"
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > then we can proceed
Sepherim takes a sip of his drink, which looks like whiskey on the rocks
Sepherim > tell me, what have you found out?
Zsaryna Adrelana's smirk becomes faintly predatory as she pulls out a datapad "Here we go..." she says, tapping a key into the aerogel screen with one hand, impaling one chip upon a fork with the other. "you've got money here from various slavers to turn a blind eye to thier operations in the war zone... our General would take money from the slavers, in return they'd take merchandize direct from the warzone rather than restricting thier operations to the rear areas... when thier personel started getting shot up, we were sent in to make a point"
Sepherim checks on the data Zsaryna is showing him as she speaks
Sepherim > can I copy those charts?
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "Sure, go ahead" she replies as she stabs another chip with particular vehemence
Sepherim starts the data transfer from one datapad to another
Sepherim > so, we have a case of corruption, and abuse of power, within the Imperial Navy...
Sepherim > just the kind of thing that... ah, doesn't matter, better not get that ball rolling
Sepherim > I'll need the names, if I am to look into it
Sepherim > after speaking to you the other day, I started asking some questions on your squadron, but most intel seems to be tightly closed beyond my access
Zsaryna Adrelana looks up at him "You sound surprised about that" Zsaryna says, raising an eyebrow before she takes the chips to her mouth "I'm not surprised about that by the way" she licks her lips slightly "Names... General Mye, Commander Azmeyah, and a few
Sepherim > and I'll need the origins if I'm going to get a hacker to look into it, the Navy databases are just too big to just go looking
Sepherim > surprised? no, tired mostly
Sepherim > it's the kind of shit that turns the Navy into a problem, when it shouldn't be such
Zsaryna Adrelana > other people here and there... and the origin is... here" she scrolls down onto the datapad and points something out "Unfortunately it's always been a problem, especially within my unit, as special forces"
Sepherim > General Mye, Commander Azmeyah, noted. Looks at the data she points to in the datapad
Sepherim > yes, specially when it goes all the way up to a corrupt General
Zsaryna Adrelana sighs quietly "Until about six to eight months ago, I wouldn't have told you this... but since then a few rather nasty things happened to me that caused me to rethink my loyalty to my Empire"
Sepherim leans back, checking the data, as he listens
Sepherim > things?
Sepherim starts choosing options, following the money trail that Zsaryna pointed to, until he meets dead ends and blocked pathsSepherim > care to explain on those things?
Zsaryna Adrelana turns around, so her back is to him, then she pulls up the back of her shirt to show him the white scars criss crossing her back of six month old whip scars "someone else found this shit out... and general mye pinned this stuff on me"
Sepherim raises his eyes from the datapads to the scars and nods, returning his look to the numbers
Sepherim > I see
Sepherim > you took the fall, your name disgraced, and you turned into the scapegoat?
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "I was already with Stillwater by that time, so it was my word against the word of a still-serving general" Zsaryna replies
Zsaryna Adrelana > "I haven't quite been stripped of my decorations yet"
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > doesn't look good indeed, our words both matter little in the Imperial Navy now
Zsaryna Adrelana nods "I'm a pirate, even if I'm a war hero" Zsaryna grimaces quietly
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > very well, I'll run this through some of my contacts, see what I can dig up
Sepherim > I'll get back to you in a few days
Zsaryna Adrelana > "What about you... I would have thought you're a golden boy within the Imperial Navy at the moment"
Sepherim grins
Sepherim > I was, for a time, then I botched up, saw things, drank too much, became a danger to my own men
Sepherim > in time, I was invited to leave
Sepherim > and you don't say no to such invitations
Sepherim > specially when they're right
Sepherim > so no, far from being a golden boy anymore, just trying to make up for my past mistakes
Zsaryna Adrelana nods quietly "my apologies Sepherim" she bows her head respectfully "And I understand, truly... we all have our share of ghosts after all" she taps an order for a glass of whiskey onto the pad "those offers... they suck but... well I guess we just have to deal with it"
Sepherim > you don't have to be sorry, my mistakes are part of who I am as much as my successes
Sepherim > learn from them, grow, become stronger... or die
Sepherim shrugs, placing his datapad into his jacket and returning to his drink
Sepherim > question is, why did your orders make you doubt the institution, the Empire... and not the man?
Zsaryna Adrelana shrugs "Because it wouldn't surprise me that the Empire would order such things done" Zsaryna replies "even before I came under his command I was doing questionable things... also part of my officer training involved writing a paper on the use of force upon civilian targets, part of that meant going through the archives of prior black ops missions"
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > you looked into the abyss, and couldn't hold him staring back
Sepherim > something I can understand indeed
Zsaryna Adrelana shrugs "it is what it is" Zsaryna replies as her whiskey arrives, she promptly knocks it back and kills it in one "But then we're here now I guess, none of us are dead for now"

Recording stopped.

Personal Diary: May 6th, year 115

Birthdays make me grumpy. They always do. It's not a matter of getting old, just brings out the idea of doors being shut, paths that won't be taken, things missed. Another year has become solid, stagnant, and it's potential marvels are gone. And I'm still human, still the same ghost-ridden person, even if I fly a pod and just a year ago I was a monk. I'm still me.

To worsen yesterday's birthday, today is PIE's which has just reached its first decade. So birthdays, years going back and forth, and such seems to be wherever I look. I can't escape it. So, no surprise I'm grumpy today.

But a strange thing happened at the end of the day. Zsaryna Adrelana apologized for our fight a few days ago, and offered to share intel on the matter. I'll copy the logs later on. But it's strange, in a sense, we've both walked a very similair path: service to the Empire in the Navy, until we both got burned out. And yet, the outcomes are completely different: while I understand the blame is on me and my own failures, she decided the blame was not on her and her officers but with the Empire in general. Thus, my loyalty never dicreased, and hers vanished.

In a way, it's like looking to the mirror and seeing what could have happened if the choices had been different. Like a quick peek into what those closed doors of years past could have held. Disturbing, interesting, strange...

Personal Diary: May 2nd, year 115

Today we had the second flight for new PIE pilots into the Bleak Lands, but as far as the school fleet goes, it wasn't a success. Yet, Uriel Arcondus and I got together and gathered a fleet and went out fighting in the Bleak Lands, which is nice. I also did my second interview of a prospect to join PIE, we'll see how that went.

But the important thing was that I met two legends among capsuleers and PIE specifically. Cardinal Graelyn and Admiral Gaven Lok'ri joined us, and it was a pleasure and a honor to fly by their side. Brief, that must be admitted, but great. Seeing examples such as them still flying and pressing on... it's inspirational. We may be slowly pushing the Minmatarr out of the corner they put us in, but it's men like them that make all the losses not count. Soon we will recover what is owed to the Empire.

Later edit: in tonight's report, Admiral Newelle has promoted me to Liuteneant! There's much work to be done, but this is a sign that I'm on the right path. New responsabilities, new tasks, but I'll endure, for the good of the Empire and PIE, now I have to make myself worthy of this new rank!

Personal Diary: April 24th, year 115

Today is a grim day. Even after the surgery really improved my compatibility with the pod implants again, today they failed me. And I was supposed to be leading a squad in the Bleak Lands, to teach the new members of PIE the ropes of Faction Warfare. I guess it'll have to be postponed, I can't FC like this, not without getting everybody killed.

Which is increasingly easy. I died today, my second time, and I don't get used to it. My new clone feels... strange, unconfortable, and I'm uneasy inside of it. Like a suit that is not quite exactly the appropriate size. Not to mention the crew of the destroyer I was flying, several of them didn't make it in time to the escape pods. I'll have to compensate the families, somehow.

But I'm afraid, as things stand, that won't be the last time I walk that path. The Bleak Lands have almost fallen into Minmatarr hands. Saikamon will probably fall tonight, and then only Sahtogas will be left. Sahtogas, HQ of the Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris, won't be able to resist long under the pressure of an enemy that outnumbers us and outguns us by so much. Specially after the tensions and problems that have sent several important corporations of our side into disarray or, even, into the enemy side.

A grim day indeed. But, as things stand, I don't think we've reached the darkest hour yet. We better brace for the storm that's coming our way.

Ship Log: Memories of Diplomacy

The Summit, recording started
Date: april 22nd, year 115
Pilots present: too many to list.

Sepherim > as for good war stories, it would depend on what you consider good
Silas Vitalia > Maybe we can discuss it further in the future. I'm curious how low you got before reaching where you are at now.  And if your current position is upwards or downwards, perhaps. We'll see.
Silas Vitalia > Time to be off. Sleep tight, heathens.
Sepherim > I'm not ashamed of my past failings, so feel free to ask
Rhiannon Dellacorte > Bye
Vlad Cetes > I'm not a heathen
Narcisa De Fontaine > How am I going to know that unless you tell me? Come on, you must have one you know is good.
Uriel Khaden > "There is nothing to be ashamed of if we learn from our failings."
Rhiannon Dellacorte > Me either. I'm a heretic.
Sepherim nods to Uriel
Adreena Madeveda > Captain Sepherim, do you have one where you fraternize with an ennemy and it makes it harder to fight him ? I like those ones.
Sepherim > stories are long, I'm not sure it would be appropriate to monopolize the channel for such an amount of time
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > you know I do, captain Madeveda
Sepherim grins
Adreena Madeveda chuckles > I should have seen that one coming, I guess.
Sepherim > but yes, I do have some, from before I met you
Sepherim > very well, since no one said anything against it, I'll tell a story
Adreena Madeveda > And I hope the silence is the eagerness of the attendance to hear it.
Sepherim smiles
Sepherim > it was back during the second attempt of the Defiants to take over the Bleak Lands
Sepherim > I had already fought them before and had already grown to respect them as capable and honorable warriors, even if I didn't agree with them
Sepherim > but our interactions were somewhat limited
Sepherim > but as one of the main officers in the Navy Intelligence assigned to that area, that was about to change
Sepherim > you see, after the first weeks of combat had followed, and many capsuleer organizations had been mobilized to aid both sides in the war
Sepherim > it soon became clear that neither side would get a quick victory, but it'd be a painful and long one
Sepherim > so an attempt was made to meet and start debating a solution to the conflict
Sepherim > of course, an unofficial and unsanctioned one, but such is often the nature of the Intelligence efforts
Premier Sovian > I can do this quicker! "There were some big corps and they went and took space. Then they decided that taking more space was a pain in the balls so they agreed to not fight each other and thus all became friends. They also all became really bored"
Premier Sovian > And so they do stuff like this, which isn't really allievating the boredom much but hey. It's something.
Adreena Madeveda > Shut up, Premier.
Sepherim > hmm, no, I don't think that's how it was, captain Sovian. Unfortunately, no peace was reached in the end
Premier Sovian > Trundle on then
Sepherim > well, meeting was to be had in Auga. Officially, though it was lowsec, it was out of the war theater
Sepherim > I must admit I was relatively nervous, as I had never been a part of a diplomatical group before, even if I went as security enforcer. And I hadn't yet been out of the Empire, so it would be a complex mission
Sepherim > but there we went, me and one of the squads under my command, right into Auga
Sepherim > Moon 10 around planet 5, Joint Harvesting Refinery. I'll never forget that place
Sepherim > it was strange in look, in smell, in organization. No gold to be seen anywhere, nor any of the usual signs and emblems so present in the Empire
Sepherim > and so full of Matari, that looked at us with interest and some suspicion, but less than I'd expect, I guess now that they were used to seeing Ni-Kunni merchants
Sepherim > there were scheduled four rounds of negotiation, to be held in public places like bars so no attention was drawn to us
Sepherim > afterall, our group was formed of four men, as most of my squad would remain in the docks near their ships in case they were needed, and the Minmatarr party was of similair size
Sepherim > the first round went by, and then the second. Tension was high, and trust was hard to find to say the least
Sepherim > the representants the Minmatarr sent weren't sure they were willing to negotiate the Defiant's retreat, nor were we willing to retreat from the Bleak, so it was all headed to an empty stalemate
Sepherim > it was on the third attempt, in the Gray Owl Bar, downtown in the station, that events took the unexpected turn you asked for, captain Madeveda
Sepherim > we had been discussing for two hours, with no points advanced and no solutions found, when the party of eight Brutor came in, straight towards us
Sepherim > they made claims that we were an offence to the memory of the Defiant's leader, that the Minmatarr would never negotiate or stand down from the freeing of their brothers, that it was our end
Sepherim > I was not a pod pilot back then, and I was afraid
Sepherim > for only fools aren't afraid in the face of danger
Sepherim > so they jumped on us after they made their claims. I stood up to fight them, knowing that I wasn't so good at hand-to-hand combat as these eight men were and that my own men were too far
Sepherim > but I stood, nonetheless, just to give time for the diplomats to flee
Sepherim > and yet, I saw that the other diplomatic party had started to surround my own proteges, and twelve to one was a lose-lose situation
Sepherim > when all seemed settled, a soft voice was hear behind me, the kind of voice that can be soft because it is used to being obeyed
Sepherim > "stand down, brothers, we shall not kill those that have come to talk. We are not barbarians, and we will not dishonor our tribes by doing so"
Sepherim > I turned, surprised, and saw it was an elder man, dressed like a common worker, who I had seen on the bar on all the occasions
Sepherim > without hesitating, nor saying anything, the eight men stood down, and then I noticed the other four had stood around my own proteges not to threaten them, but to act as shields
Sepherim > I was humbled that day, and I still recall that time with respect, for rarely is honor such seen among enemies
Sepherim grows silent for a moment, a distant smile on his lips

Recording ended

Damocle's Sword

Betrayed. That's how I felt. Betrayed by my own brain, who had started to eat itself. And the doctor's tranquil grin made it no easier to shake the feeling.

-Hedion University is at the head of research into Kasioper's Syndrome right now thanks to the sponsorship of some very wealthy pod pilots that are affected by it. But you have to understand, it's a very rare disease, and thus investigation is progressing slowly.-

Yes, I understood that, even before speaking to him. We all know what Kasioper is: the boogeyman, the monster under the bed, the end of all hope. Every person that became a pod pilot after age 30 had a small percentage of possibilities to be affected by it. Maybe one in a thousand, maybe less. And I had been the one to draw the long straw.

So, my brain wasn't flexible enough to withstand the changes that the pod pilot interface implied. I was compatible with the pod, and yet, each day a little bit less, as the brain started to reject the implants and brain connections that made possible the direct link to the ship. It had decided it didn't want to speak to the massive metal monsters. And the degenerative disease will only spread, like a cancer wanting to steal everything away.

And who was I to complain? What did my hopes, plans and dreams matter? Nothing! Hell be raised, it all meant nothing now that the brain had headed into lockdown. And if I forced it beyond the point of no return, the wet grave would be my reward.

I looked down at my hands, trembling slightly. No, Kasioper's Syndrome has no physical effects, this was pure rage and impotence racing through my veins, impossible to withhold. There was so much to do! So many things to take care of, people to see, battles to fight! This was the end of everything! The fucking, damned end. Period.

-The Syndrome isn't quick- the doctor was saying, noticing my tension-. It could take a month, or a year, or maybe a dozen years or more for it to be definitive. In the meantime, we go on researching, investigating, advancing on our knowledge of it. We might find a cure before it is too late! And there are already some experimental neurological surgeries with nanites that reactivate the connections between neurons and strengthen the link with the pod again. Their effects fade away with time, but meanwhile you will be perfectly functional.-

He said it with a positive tone, trying to cheer me up and give me strength, but all I could think of was that it was ended. I would be flying on borrowed time now, with the reaper's scymtar above my head in case I pushed my luck beyond the point of no return. Damocle's Sword was swinging, waiting, like a cat playing with a mouse that knows can't escape his paws. And I was the fucking mouse, I that was a titan among the stars!

The wet grave. Its image burst into my mind, the voice of all horrors and terrors all pod pilots must face. The final test to endure before becoming one with a ship. I couldn't help but remember Adriniel Varshov, another student when I was in training, who had fell into the definitive comma that failing the test implied. And I... I was heading there now, slowly, one step each day, one breath at a time... closer and closer to my end.

I got up with a strong move and headed towards the door. I could hear the doctor calling out my name behind me, but I didn't care. If I was living on borrowed time, if my end was fated and the timer was running, I'd better use my time to the fullest. There were battles to fight, people to see, things to take care of. There was a brief life to live before it was too late.

I could feel the fear calling out my name from the back of my skull, asking me to stop in freezed panic. But I wouldn't listen. I had gone into battle before being a pod pilot, knowing it could have been my last, and hadn't panicked then. I would certainly not do it now! I might have been betrayed by my mind, but as long as my timer allows me, I'll be atoning for my mistakes and fulfilling my duty.

There is no other possible path for me.

Personal Diary: March 26th, year 115

Grounded. I've been grounded for two weeks. It's strange to be frustrated by being forced to remain away from something I once ran away from, but I am. I definitely am!

It all started a few weeks ago, when I noticed my implants were not conveying my orders well to the ship, which caused minor glitches and problems. So I went to a cyberdoctor for him to take a look into them and diagnose what happened, and he did.

Kasioper's Syndrome. Fucking Kasioper's Syndrome.

Among pod pilots that become so late, it's a legend. If you face the wetgrave when you are of a certain age on, your mind is not as flexible as it used to be, can't adapt as much or as quickly. For some few, this means it never fully adapt because the neurons don't make all the necessary bridges between them, and the new functions they have to develop. And, in time, when the Syndrome kicks in, these neurons start cutting those connections back into those of a "normal mind".

That's me now. My mind seems to have decided it no longer wants to be a pod pilot, or something, and is starting to modify itself back. And, being a brain pattern, it moves with you when you clone as it modifies your brain structure.

Now, all hope is not lost. According to the doctor, there are some treatments for it, experimental techniques and therapies. It's a new disease, so not much is known, but there's a big investment in many medical corporations to work on it thanks to the massive funds capsuleers with the Syndrome funnel into them. That's good.

So, where do I stand now? I should get my treatment tomorrow, maybe the day after, depending on some sort of cycles of neural pruning. The surgery and pattern modification won't cure the Syndrome, but it will revert temporarily. I'll have to keep coming for more treatments as soon as the symptoms reappear, and each time the technique works a little worse. In the end, I'll be unable to fully access my implants and, thus, use them to fly.

But, hopefully, before that time comes new medical treatments are found, more effective and definitive. Hopefully.

Ship Log: Memories from the Origins

Amarr Legio Basilica, recording started
Date: march 12th, year 115
Pilots present: Esna Pitoojee, Rin Kaelestria, Sepherim Catillah

Sepherim is slightly grinning from his place
Esna Pitoojee pushes himself up, wandering over to Sepherim > Afternoon, Mr. Catillah. Enjoying whatever you are doing, may I assume?
Sepherim > I am, more or less, Wolf Pitoojee
Sepherim > but was thinking mostly on memories
Sepherim > the reference to the waiting game brought those back
Sepherim > and you?
Esna Pitoojee > Ah... *He chuckles gently.* ...quite well myself. Might I ask about those particular memories?
Sepherim > sure, if you have time for a story...
Esna Pitoojee > ...I am not planning on going anywhere real soon.
Rin Kaelestria puts the datapad away now, and looks towards Seph. "Forgive me for not answering sooner. But by all means, if you wish to tell the story, we have ears to listen to it."
Sepherim > as you prefer, you both seemed to have important matters to discuss, and I wouldn't want to interrupt those with a distant memory
Rin Kaelestria shakes her head. "Not at all. If I were truely busy, I would not be here in the first place." Smiles a little.
Sepherim nods, and takes the theatrical voice one of an old story-teller
Lehtryska briskly striides into the Cathedral, scanning the crowd.
Esna Pitoojee chuckles softly > Indeed, please continue - unless we are pestering you? Please, don't allow us to bother you.
Sepherim > then it happened somewhere along, September of year 103
Sepherim > I was in the Bleak Lands, a freshman under the orders of Templar Liuteneant Anna Mirth, may she eternally rest well
Lehtryska notices Sepherim and moves straight for him.
Sepherim > we were scanning Myyhera that...
Sepherim looks at Lehtryska, unsure
Lehtryska lowers her head slighty in greeting.
Esna Pitoojee glances to the new arrival, blinking slightly.
Rin Kaelestria politely nods her head to the new woman here.
Sepherim waits to see if she has anything to say, or he should continue the tale
Lehtryska > 'captain' Sepherim. My Brother Errubus Iakura send his greetings and his apologies for his abrupt departure earlier.
Lehtryska > I appear to have interupted a conversation. My apologies are now added. please continue sir.
Sepherim > oh, I see, then it's a pleasure to meet you, captain Lehtryska
Sepherim > send your brother my best regards, and tell him not to worry
Lehtryska laughs lightly
Lehtryska > that is like telling suns to stop giving light.
Esna Pitoojee grins slightly at that comment.
Sepherim nods, and returns to the tale
Sepherim > well, I was a freshman then, and the Liuteneant was a strict woman
Lehtryska nods ever so slightly in greeting to every one as she moves to a quiet corner.
Sepherim > recently, Omir Sarikusa had started the Blood Raider uprising, naming himself God under the suns, or something equially absurd
Sepherim > and the Imperial Navy still hadn't their orders clear
Sepherim > so we were sent there, to gather intelligence on the forces of the enemy, positions they defended, and such
Esna Pitoojee goes back to listening, keeping quiet.
Sepherim > and there is where the waiting game comes in
Sepherim > Intelligence services require a lot of waiting, just pushing the right strings in the proper times, as I'm sure captain Kaelestria knows
Rin Kaelestria > Mhm. *nods slowly*
Sepherim > so I had docked in one of the stations and was having a drink among potential hostiles, just overhearing their conversations
Sepherim > since I wasn't a pod pilot back then, I didn't call as much attention on myself as I would do now
Sepherim > so I was there, whiskey in hand and discrete attitude on my lips, just trying to play "being nobody"
Sepherim > which, everyone knows that, for a self-sure rookie, is nearly impossible
Sepherim > when one of the blooders decides I am not one of them, that I am a spy
Sepherim > sure, he was right, but I had to play my part as being offended
Sepherim > problem of being offended when you are surrounded by enemies is... well, it usually doesn't end well
Sepherim > and the waiting game requires a patience I had little of then
Sepherim > so things escalated quickly, and I was quickly cornered by four angry blooders claiming for my blood, while I tried to tell them how much of a dork they were for thinking I was an imperial spy
Sepherim > I should have died there, I know now, and I knew then
Sepherim > if it wasn't for providence, that laid an angel before me
Sepherim > or, to be precise, behind them
Sepherim > for Angela Muri-Agon was delicate, nice, intelligent... and dangerous
Sepherim > behind her girlish appearance and manners, Liuteneant Muri-Agon was one of the best Intelligence officers I've met in my years of service
Sepherim > and she was able not only to kick the asses of the four of them
Sepherim > but to do so without blowing her cover... and replacing mine back where it belong
Sepherim > and that's where the story ends, at least the part that is decent to tell
Sepherim > it's a pity both her and Liuteneant Mirth are no longer among us
Esna Pitoojee has let his grin spread as he tells the story > A true blessing, sounds like.
Sepherim > but I learned with them both more than years of service could teach
Sepherim grows silent, nodding to Esna's words
Rin Kaelestria > Sorry to hear they are no longer with us, but thanks to them, you still are.
Sepherim > indeed, service in the Navy takes a heavy toll
Sepherim > and not having clones to back you means that many don't make it
Sepherim > Blooders took Liuteneant Mirth and should have taken me as well
Sepherim > and I wasn't allowed to know where Liuteneant Muri-Agon went MIA
Sepherim shakes his head, sadly
Esna Pitoojee bows his own head slightly > ...I see...
Rin Kaelestria also bows her head, frowning a touch now.
Sepherim > sorry, I wanted to remain focused on the happy part of the story... I guess those years of my life have too much good mixed with the bad to be easily sepparated
Esna Pitoojee > ...you do well to preserve their memories, the good parts as well as the less so.
Sepherim > I guess so, but doesn't make much of a good story to tell, the sad parts should be honored in their shrines
Sepherim > not... here
Esna Pitoojee > ...indeed... *He smiles a little again.* ...then, I suppose I should ask how have you been holding up more recently?

Recording stopped

Personal Diary: March 12th, year 115

Today Commander Mirra opened a call for assistance in the processing of new recruits, so he doesn't have to handle the massive amount of applications on his own, as he is a busy man. I've applied, and the Commander has accepted my application to aid him in the interviews of applicants for PIE Inc.

I've done my first interview today, actually. Cerena Yassavi was the interviewed, and though I can't disclose the details here, I believe the interview went well. At least my part of it. I did make some mistakes, which Commander Mirra clearly pointed out, and I've learned from them. I hope next ones go even better.

Personal Diary: March 7th, year 115

Today I led my first organized fleet. It was nothing big or fancy, just taking the new pilots of the Praetoria to the Bleak Lands, to teach them how to plex. I did two runs, with different groups, and it all went well. Only ship lost was mine, so no big loss at all, and it was good to be back into FCing and doing things with corp-mates. And now, there's more pilots ready to join the frontlines and serve the Empire.

I also got my first medal: the Order of the Golden Sword. For taking down my first enemies in the warfront. It's a honor to have it displayed in my quarters, and linked into my profile for all to see. And a proof that I'm walking in the right direction.

So, all and all, it's been a good day. One step closer to my goals of being a worthy and capable pilot in the frontlines.

Personal Diary: March 2nd, year 115

Today was one of those strange days in which nothing was planned, and yet a lot has happened. A meaningful lot.

It all started with routine patrolling and plexing in Haras. It was heavily contested, but out of the frontlines, so it was a good place to plex alone, get some LPs, and bring a system back into a secure status. I met Terminator9999 there, and we started plexing together. Thanks to my skills, we formed a small fleet of two and moved from there on when no plexes were left.

We decided to plex Sosan, as it was almost vulnerable. We met three more pilots there, and we fleeted with them. And started plexing with Terminator as FC. I lost a Punisher there, but refitted quickly from Amarr. We drew a couple more, and started spamming the militia channel to get people to join us and retake Sosan. And someone then said Saidusairos was already vulnerable. Commander Shutaq joined us briefly.

Since I was in my INS Nightwatch, I couldn't do much harm to an IHUB, so the fleet moved there and we kept in touch. I plexed on Sosan a bit more, and soon a few frigates joined me. And, after three years, I became FC. A plexing operation, yes, and a small one, but we did engage into a small battle and my orders worked perfectly.

I was nervous, I must admit it... even more than nervous, frightened. Lives again depending on me, directly. But things worked out, and we capped plex after plex while the rest of the fleet turned Saidusairos back into amarrian hands. So the fleet headed back to Sosan to meet with us and take the system. One plex at a time.

And then, captain Terminator had to retire, as he was too sleepy. I was so too, but adrenaline in my veins kept me going... and going I had to, as I just became the fleet commander of twenty to thirty pilots in all kinds of ships, from frigates like my Punisher to full battleships. The system became vulnerable under my guided efforts, and we moved to attack the IHUB.

The enemy engaged us then, and a massive battle followed. I have to admit I was one of our side's casualties, but we only lost small ships while the enemy was obliterated. And it was a collective effort, we all did our part.


So I went back to Amarr, and brought out the Wraith, aiming to make it back and attack the IHUB. And I did, but the Minmatarr militia capped a plex and drew the system out of vulnerable status. So we moved to a medium plex, and took positions inside. They came, and a second battle followed, and though we did have some minor losses, there too we were victorious.


But it was late for me, I capped a couple more plexes but it was time to retire. It had been a full day, and the fleet continued working after I had to retire, so I hope next time I get into the pod Sosan is back in Amarrian hands. But surprises weren't over yet.

Admiral Newelle told me I had been promoted, no longer an Initiate in the Praetoria, but an Ensign now. The perfect brooch for a perfect night. And now, I can retire to bed. Back in the frontlines, for real.

Transcription: Catillah's Demotion and Expulsion

Officers present: Commander Hargrave Kador, Commodore Vincius Caius, Templar Liuteneant Tracy Bickers.
Date: March 19th, year 111.
Place: Imperial Navy Command Outpost 21, in orbit around Saikamon II.

C. HK: we're assembled here under instructions from Admiral Saracen, of the 7th Imperial Fleet, to address the continuous reports on Imperator Commander Sepherim Catillah. Commodore Caius, please read the accusations.

C. VC: very well, Sir. Since July 17th of the past year, there have been 21 reports of misconduct for Imperator Commander Catillah. Bar fights in the dining halls, discussions, being drunk, speak back at his commanding officer after duty. Small insubordination.

T.L. TB: speaking back during combat? Did he follow orders?

C. VC: yes, Imperator Commander Catillah followed the orders he disagreed with, only talked back when he returned to the base. Shall I go on?

Small silence. Hargrave Kador nods as he adds some notes to his report on what is being said.

C. VC: on October 17th, the first report came that Imperator Commander was leading his wing while being drunk. No casualties suffered, but he was ordered to return to base and report to his superiors. There have been 3 more reports like this one since then. One of them during a reconaissance mission by his wing in which the INS Revenant II was destroyed, with the death of half the tripulation; reports are sketchy on this, and it isn't clear if it was due to Imperator Commander Catillah's condition, or due to an overwhelming enemy strength that was unstoppable given his strengths.

C. HK: I'm reading the report on that battle, seems like little could have been done to win it, but a more effective retreat could have saved the INS Revenant II.

T.L. TB: what about the men and women under his orders, in the wings under his command?

C. VC: apparently, they back him. Seems like they respect him quite a lot, and the reports we have of his missconduct come from other wings and squads. Not even after the event we just discussed did his wingmen speak against him.

C. HK: missplaced loyalty on their behalf then.

T.L. TB: well, Imperator Commander Sepherim Catillah has earned several medals, sir. He has been condecorated several times during the different campaigns in which he has participated, and probably that loyalty stems from those days.

C. HK: indeed, but glories past don't make up for present failures.

Vincius Caius nods firmly.

C. HK: so, we have a decorated officer who is misconducting, getting into fights, speaking back at his superiors, and risking the lives of his men with his attitude and drinking problems. Right?

C. VC: yes, Sir.

C. HK: when was the last report?

C. VC: two weeks ago, he got into a fight with his commanding officer Commander Nelly Kor-Azor. Reports say she won the fight, by the way.

C. HK: I see. I believe that, in the light of the reports and the evidences within them, we should ask Imperator Commander to abandon the Imperial Navy instead of expelling him. No need to harm the institution showing the misconduct of one of our officers. He should leave the Navy without honors, though. Any comments?

C. VC: none, Sir.

T. L. TB: I'll make sure he gets the suggestion that he should leave, then, or that we will expell him, Commander.

C. HK: very well. Next case?

Recording ends for Imperator Commander Sepherim Catillah's hearing. Reports filed under case 45-016-783, encryption level beta, security clearance beta.

Never, Ever, Deal with a Dragon

One came from the right and a burst made him explode in a smoke of red blood. The second was following him and tried to take cover behind a small barrier, but suffered the same fate. On the left, two targets took position behind a small wall, but a grenade from the grenade launcher took care of them.

Barely five second had passed, according to his cybernetic clock.

Jordan grinned as he tuck down behind the cover, placing the rusty red metal of the vehicle between him and more enemies incoming. His assault rifle was still hissing after the heat of those many bullets crossing the cannon in this hellish cold. But he didn’t care, it was fun! And four more enemy soldiers were to be included in his payroll. By his side, Arthur took cover as well, and started reloading his magazine.

-Pass me some ammo, I’m gonna run dry soon- said Jordan with a savage smile.

Just as Arthur was giving him a few magazines, a strong wind blew from the other side of the car they were hiding behind. Snow flakes danced with the sudden gust of air, and the floor trembled like a carrier had fallen from the skies. Jordan took a quick glance through the broken glasses of the car and there, in the middle of that forsaken Caldari street, was a dragon, just like in the movies. Must have been at least 25 meters long, maybe more, with brown dark scales and a fiery look in its yellow eyes. Its mouth let some smoke come out, as it cracked his powerful armored tail like it was a whip. And with slow motions, it analyzed its surroundings.

“Hello mortals, my name is Dunkelzahn, I’ve come to explain what’s happening…” they both could hear the dragon in their heads clearly, like their own thoughts.

-Fuck! It’s true! The legend is true!-

-What legend, Arthur? What the fuck are you talking about now?-

-The Sixth World, man! Like the ancient mayans predicted, it has come! It’s fucking come! Yihaaa!-

“Mortals, don’t be afraid, I mean you no ill”.

-Fucking, mortals… guess what lizard? We’re not fucking mortals!-

With his cries directed at the gigantic beast, Jordan stood up behind the car and pulled his assault rifle against the dragon. One grenade, a second grenade, thirty bullets… they all started to fly through the space between them as he laughed at the sight, feeling his weapon tremble in his arm as the destructive power of mankind was unleashed.

And all he could think was, “how much will Kaalakiota pay me for a fucking over-grown lizard?”

Ship Log: Learning to Play Mind Clash

AVCL Connection, recording started
Date: February 21st, year 115
Pilots Present: Lyn Farel, Samira Kernher, Sepherim Catillah


Sepherim enters through the door and takes a quick glance around
Samira Kernher looks at Sepherim as he enters and stands up from her table behind the counter. She bows her head. "Initiate Catillah, may I help you?"
Sepherim > Ave, Legionnaire Kernher
Sepherim > I read Commander Goldcore's announcement that the AVCL Connection was now officially open and that there would be shows of Mind Clash today
Sepherim > and I thought it would be good to try and understand that a bit more, after my mistakes of this afternoon
Samira Kernher > "Yes, we will be tuning the emitters to tonight's game, mister Catillah. Would you like a seat? Something to eat or drink?"
Lyn Farel slips in, looking around curiously.
Sepherim > sure, Legionnaire, I'll go ask the waitress, don't worry about me
Samira Kernher > "I am one, mister Catillah." Samira looks at Lyn as she enters. "Good evening, miss. May I help you?"
Sepherim smiles to Samira and then hears Lyn by the door and turns while straightening his jacket
Sepherim looks briefly puzzled at Samira's reply, but remains silent
Lyn Farel bows politely, sloppy and disheveled, in appearance, as usual.
Lyn Farel says innocently. "I was just curious to visit."
Sepherim makes a polite bow to greet her, but remains silent, letting Samira deal with the newcommerSamira Kernher > "I see. Let me know if there's anything I can get for you." Samira looks back at Sepherim. "Would you like a seat at the counter or a table, mister Catillah?"
Lyn Farel > "Especially after all the fuss a special annoyance made on the IGS." She bows back to Sepherim as well.
Sepherim > whatever is best for learning about thise game, Legionnaire
Samira Kernher > "Well, the main emitter is back there," she motions to the back corner of the room, "You could take a seat near it. Alternatively, the two of you could perhaps try the Clash table. It was just installed the other evening."
Sepherim > I don't... know how to play, so I'd probably be a sloppy rival at best
Lyn Farel glances ambiguously at the table. "I have never tried Mind Clash."
Sepherim looks surprised
Samira Kernher > "I had assumed both of you hadn't, hence the suggestion."
Sepherim > ahm, it could be... interesting
Samira Kernher > "It's an amateur table, so it comes with instructions."
Lyn Farel tilts her head at Sepherim's reaction, then says faintly. "I am always curious."
Sepherim nods, mostly to himself, and heads to the table
Sepherim > let's give it a try, then
Lyn Farel follows meekly, thoughful.
Samira Kernher gestures to the table as she walks over towards it. "How much do the two of you know of the game?"
Lyn Farel > "Mostly what is described in encyclopedias."
Lyn Farel sits at the table.
Sepherim > what you and Commander Goldcore told me the other day
Sepherim shrugs, taking a seat at the table and looking at it with interest
Samira Kernher > "It is primarily a game of imagination. The neural transmitters link your minds together in a pseudo-virtual environment."
Lyn Farel takes the electrodes and plugs them behind her neck, slithgly twitching at the connection.
Samira Kernher motions to the electrodes wired up to the table. The wires are for security reasons rather than function.
Sepherim picks up his net and examines it cautiously
Sepherim > no harm can come from this, right?
Samira Kernher > "Only in very extreme matches."
Sepherim grins
Sepherim > guess we're far from that, being two new players
Samira Kernher > "No more dangerous than physical sports."
Sepherim smiles, placing the nodes in their propper place, and shifting a bit unconfortably by their touch
Samira Kernher > "It is... rather difficult to explain what actually happens in the game. I recommend taking it slow, and trying different things to start with."
Samira Kernher reaches over to turn the interface on, looking at the two of the mto see if they are ready.
Sepherim nods, tense
Lyn Farel seems to wait for a sign or anything to start.
Samira Kernher turns the device on, and then steps back. A holographic projector in the middle of the table springs to life, its bright blue light suddenly brightening the air around the table.
Samira Kernher walks back to the bar, while the projector sits idly, waiting for the "game" to begin.
Lyn Farel frowns as she tries to accomodate to the interface.
Sepherim nods to himself
Sepherim > imagination... then...
Sepherim tries to picture himself offering a greeting to Lyn
Lyn Farel frowns further as she only manages to materialize a vague noise.
Sepherim frowns as the noise hits his earsSepherim > I... think there's something wrong with the table, seems like there's some sort of interference
Sepherim sweats a bit, and seems barely capable of creating the image of his eyes of all the picture he'd try to depict
Lyn Farel eventually manages to make the noise more coherent in a vague image of herself, bowing.
Samira Kernher grabs two glasses from under the counter, and then fills each with water. She then walks back to the Mind Clash table and sets them down. The table itself seems to have sturdy cupholders, no doubt to prevent wild movements from causing spills.
Lyn Farel is now completely focusd on the game, her eyes closed in furious concentration.
Lyn Farel bites her lip and twitches again as she seems to understand something. In the connection her illusion suddenly transforms into a realistic slaver hound.
Sepherim shakes, his concentration waving, as he sees Lyn's image; so he focuses in trying to bow, but can only get her head to do it, as the rest of the body won't "materialize"
Sepherim shakes a bit, surprised by the change
Lyn Farel gets back to a blank state, apparently waiting silently.
Sepherim shakes, unsure of what to do, and then notices the image of the slaverhound made a sword materialize subconsciously by his side
Lyn Farel tries to picture something new but again, only noise. She seems to concentrate her attention on the sword and tries to find a parry.
Lyn Farel bites her lip outside of the link.
Sepherim sees the parry, but still his image has no hands nor arms to swing the sword, so he starts trying to create them
Lyn Farel is still unable to accomodate properly and fails to do nothing more than noise.
Sepherim starts to sweat in the real world as he manages to create a torso
Lyn Farel knows that if she does nothing he is going to hurt her with the sword, which is probably going to cause actual pain.
Sepherim smiles widely as his torso now has an arm, which slowly moves to get the sword, though moves aren't swift but chaotic and inhuman
Samira Kernher sits down on her stool at the counter, watching the holographic projections from the Mind Clash game.
Lyn Farel creates a sophisticated cleaner drone, then frowns, apparently frustrated.
Sepherim laughs in both the real world and the illusion one, and his own image flickers at the loss of concentration
Lyn Farel bites her lip deeper as the image seems to fizzle, changing rapidly between different vague things without no clear pattern.
Sepherim's sweat falls a bit on the table, as the character now has a second arm and is waving the sword pointlessly... for some reason, he seems unable to get it to stand still
Lyn Farel suddenly tilts her head as pinches and clutches emerges from the drone, along with small insect looking legs. Various red, gloomy lights starts to pulse randomly on its metal tortured body.
Samira Kernher takes out her datapad, and begins fiddling with it.
Sepherim takes a subconscious step back as he sees the drone organize, and his image flickers more
Lyn Farel's mental projection flickers out again and noise seems to bounce all around.
Lyn Farel does not seem apparently able or concerned about her mind randomly jumping in random directions.
Sepherim tries to take a defensive position with the sword, but the sword vanishes in his handsSepherim > what the?!
Sepherim's image starts flickering uncontrollably and vanishes as he loses his concentration
Lyn Farel suddenly materializes something else. A harsh smell of copper and synthetic oil emerges. A hook is hanging above Sepherim, with a red liquid dripping from it. Undefined bags are hanging up the metal rooftop as well, stained in red.
Sepherim tries to materialize a shield, as sweat drips from his forhead, in order to protect himself from the hook
Lyn Farel fidgets and the illusion fades after a few seconds.
Lyn Farel materializes a Bhaalgorn image.
Lyn Farel bites her lip even deeper, blood starting to drip, when the image suddenly changes into various landscapes.
Sepherim steps back, flickers once, prepares the shield a bit, flickers again, and vanishes completely **player has left the match**Sepherim > what the?!
Sepherim takes his rig off, sweating
Sepherim > that Bhaalgorn was going to hit me!
Lyn Farel unplugs the net.
Samira Kernher glances up at the two as they disconnect.
Lyn Farel's gaze seems slightly wild. "I am unsure of what happened. This is rather confusing."
Sepherim > yes, I don't know... the Bhaalgorn it was, and the hook, oh and robots and...
Sepherim > you saw them too?
Lyn Farel blinks. "Oh.. Yes! They were part of what I tried to use at some point. I got lost in various things every time I could get my hands on something."
Sepherim > oh, you did that? I thought the machine was creating them...
Sepherim > why would you attack me?
Sepherim raises an eyebrow, curious and stranged
Lyn Farel tilts her head. "I thought Mindclash was about beating one's opponent."
Samira Kernher > "I poured you both a glass of water. It is on the table."
Lyn Farel  quickly bows her head in apologies. "I must apologize for that I tried to use my unfair knowledge of your past."
Lyn Farel takes a sip from her glass.
Sepherim nods to Samira and takes a sipSepherim > I see, defeating the opposite... and I thought we were fighting slaverhounds...
Sepherim realizes something
Sepherim > then you were the slaverhound as well, no?
Lyn Farel frowns, looking at her hands. "I may have thought about something like that at some point."
Lyn Farel > "I am not sure to be fitted for Mind Clash." She adds faintly. "Some people always tell me that my mind is a mess."
Samira Kernher > "It takes practice."
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > I can understand, I couldn't even get a stable image of myself...
Sepherim > but it was... kind of... fun
Lyn Farel > "It is interesting." She turns at Samira. "I wonder if you have some professional players around ?"
Sepherim cleans his forehead from the sweat and looks to Samira waiting for her reply
Samira Kernher > "We don't."
Samira Kernher > "But we will broadcast professional games."
Sepherim > did you see... everything we thought?
Samira Kernher > "Yes, I did."
Samira Kernher > "On the holoprojector."
Lyn Farel eventually notices the red cloud in her glass, and rubs her lip, frowning.
Sepherim > oh
Sepherim turns red at the thought of someone watching him think
Sepherim > I see why there was a rumour in the Navy Intelligence that this could be used to further interrogate targets...
Sepherim > strange game this one is
Lyn Farel > "This is a limited virtual reality. But the technology can be used for such purposes, indeed."
Samira Kernher > "I believe similar methods are used for interrogation, at times.."
Lyn Farel > "With the proper equipement, imprison the mind of someone and create a new environnement. It puts the interrogator in the feet of a demiurge, with the full control of what happens in the VR."
Sepherim > I see... quite extraordinary invention this is
Sepherim > and people in your country play with something as... important... as this?
Lyn Farel looks surprised. "VRs are pretty much part of the lives of a lot of people these days."
Lyn Farel > "Especially in the Alpha cities of the gallente Federation."
Lyn Farel > "Mind Clash is a creative use of that technology."
Sepherim > I see, I guess I've spent too much time in other environments
Sepherim > never even played videogames much
Lyn Farel > "It is actually one of the things I specialize in. Though, I have never really tried mindclash. It seemed more like a game than a proper VR application. It is quite... violent, to my tastes, I have to admit."
Sepherim > if the purpose is to attack the other, then yes, it is violent
Sepherim > then again, most sports are
Sepherim gets up and starts heading to the kitchen, then stops
Lyn Farel > "It is how the Caldari deal with daily pressure, if I understand correctly."
Sepherim > ahm, captain Kernher, could you bring me a glass of whiskey on the rocks?
Sepherim looks unconfortable asking Samira for it
Samira Kernher > "Yes sir."
Sepherim > they relieve pressure by facing eachother in Mind Clash?
Samira Kernher stands up and grabs a whiskey glass, and then places a few ice cubes in it. She then walks up to the tap and fills it.Lyn Farel > "Yes. I think it is a similar purpose than found in some violent videogames."
Samira Kernher steps out from around the counter and walks up to the Mind Clash table. She sets the glass down in front of Sepherim.Samira Kernher > "Here you are, sir."
Samira Kernher > "Is there anything else I can get either of you?" Samira looks between Sepherim and Lyn.
Lyn Farel stands up and slightly bows at them. "Thank you for the welcoming, even if I am not sure to deserve it considering my past with PIE Inc. "
Sepherim > no, nothing more, thank you
Sepherim looks at Lyn but says nothing, letting her explain what she wants and Samira deal with the situationSamira Kernher > "I would not know about past dealings, miss."
Lyn Farel nods. "Please, do forward my greetings to Mr Shutaq."
Sepherim nods, sipping his whiskey
Samira Kernher > "Of course, miss. Have a pleasant evening."
Sepherim > I believe this place could be... appropriate... to settle old grudges
Sepherim > and create new allinces
Samira Kernher > "That is the intent."
Lyn Farel takes her leave.
Samira Kernher walks back to her seat behind the counter.
Sepherim > well, that went pretty nicely, no?
Sepherim smiles, sipping his whiskey with a smile
Samira Kernher > "Yes sir. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
Sepherim > I have indeed, Legionnaire, thank you for everything
Samira Kernher > "You're welcome, sir. Let me know if you need anything else."
Sepherim > I do... a question, mostly
Sepherim > you're a pod pilot, a powerful person with important responsabilities....
Sepherim > how come you're willing to act as a waitress? It shouldn't be your duty
Samira Kernher > "Because I enjoy doing so, sir. I wish to serve."
Sepherim > I see... but... you're in a higher position!
Sepherim > it's like an elephant wanting to be a fly, or something like it, no?
Samira Kernher > "If I was born a fly, and suddenly turned into an elephant, what would I feel more comfortable with?"
Sepherim nods, pondering
Sepherim > I understand....
Sepherim > but I think you were born an elephant, one that for a time had to act as a fly
Samira Kernher > "I was a servant, mister Catillah. It is what I was raised to be."
Sepherim > but the Empire decided you belonged elsewhere
Sepherim > and if the Empire wills it, the rest doesn't matter
Sepherim > you are a pod pilot, your upbringing is... secondary?
Sepherim > not saying you can leave it behind, though
Sepherim > those things, like many others, leave eternal marks on our minds...
Samira Kernher > "I pilot my capsule as well."
Samira Kernher > "And in that I also serve."
Sepherim smiles, a strange smile
Sepherim > you're a peculiar one, Legionnaire Kernher
Sepherim > a really peculiar one
Sepherim lifts his glass in a toast to Samira
Samira Kernher > "How is it peculiar?"
Sepherim > we all serve
Sepherim > but most amarrians are eager to serve in higher positions
Sepherim > and would rarely return to lower ones if it wasn't strictly neccessary
Samira Kernher > "Most Amarrians were not slaves."
Sepherim > no, but we Ni-Kunni were
Sepherim > and most Ni-Kunni wouldn't lower their position the slightest if given the chance
Samira Kernher > "Were you personally a slave, mister Catillah?"
Samira Kernher > "You are generalizing."
Sepherim > no, I was not, that is true
Sepherim > and it is true I generalize...
Sepherim > just... I guess you're the first one I see that acts as you do
Sepherim > and it's a bit... confusing
Samira Kernher > "I do not wish to return to slavery, mister Catillah. But neither do I enjoy... ehm... to lead? To strive for power? I have a choice now, I have freedom, and my choice is to do what I am good at."
Samira Kernher > "Rather than what I am not."
Sepherim nods
Sepherim > it's a brave position, Legionnaire, a very brave one
Samira Kernher > "... how is it brave?"
Sepherim > most people strive for confort, luxury, power...
Sepherim > it's brave to resist those impulses and sacrifice one's well-being for that one does better, for what would serve the whole
Sepherim shrugs as he puts down the empty glass
Sepherim > but my time has come for tonight, gotta get some things sorted before retiring to bed
Sepherim > may you be well, Legionnaire
Sepherim smiles, as he gets up to head to the door
Samira Kernher > "Good night, sir."
Sepherim offers Samira a military salute and heads to the door

Personal Diary: February 19th, year 115

Today I lost another Punisher in the frontlines after securing several plexes. But Arayar has fallen to the enemy. I seem to have developed a certain fondness to the system, I guess it reminds me of the time in the service of Admiral Saracen, at the beginning of the war. My wing was stationed in those systems, back then, and those were the last good times in the Imperial Navy, before my breakdown... In any case, it saddens me to see it in enemy hands, and will do my best to try and bring it back into the Imperial fold.

In any case, since I had no more ships fitted, I took one of the Punishers given to me by the misterious man, who according to Commander Shutaq belonged to the Ordo Quaesitoris (apparently, these apparels come from the Keter of that Ordo, which I believe was the Sepherim that led them, but am not completely sure as most logs are lost). In any case, I returned to the main systems in the Empire in order to organize all that I've received, sell what I don't want and fit the Punisher. There's still much to do in that regard, but at least part of the job is done.

I also went by the new place the AVCL is putting together to receive their Caldari counterparts, and I must say it is looking well. I even had a Caldari meal to try their spicy things, and though I liked the fish, I think I will stick to my hamburgers and sodas and whiskey diet. Those "ellaborate" dishes are not in my line of junk food, but I guess the cook wanted to impress me and, specially, his superiors.

Oh, true, probably the best part of the dinner was speaking with Commander Goldcore and Legionnaire Kernher outside the formal areas of the Praetoria and the combat needs. It was a nice chat about Caldaris, their plans, and the strange meals we were trying. Refreshing. I hope we soon get our new rooms for the Praetorians to socialize, I'm really looking forward to that.

Personal Diary: February 17th, year 115

Today, another of the Chosen has fallen from grace. Captain Von Khan no longer holds any rank inside the Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris, and his disgrace is public all over the IGS. He became infatuated by a sani sabik, a captain by the name of Silas Vitalia, and his desire made him a puppet at her hands. Fortunately, she's more a drama queen than a real puppeteer, and decided to make the facts public instead of using him as an inside informer within the Praetoria.

But this is a hard lesson for all of us, for even those that supposedly are the purest and most perfect of amarrians, can fall prey to lust, greed and other flaws that destroy them as persons. We're not invulnerable. I had seen it too often in the Imperial Navy, and I too was destroyed for a time due to the combination of guilt, doubts and whiskey.

I had hoped pod pilots would be different, even if they were arrogant self-loving bastards, they were loyal to their causes. But I guess that I soon saw that was not the case, as my meeting with Holder Caine (who, by the way, is going to be put to trial, apparently) soon proved. But now, this is not an ex-member of an organization of dubious reputation, to say the least, but one of the fellow members of the Praetoria that falls. This strikes much closer.

We must remain forever vigilant, even about those among them. The enemy can be tempting, and knows how to resort to pressing on our weak spots. Vigilance, will, determination, loyalty, service... those are the tools that can help us walk on this narrow and twisted path that sepparates the righteous from those that fail to uphold such a high honor and position.

Personal Diary: February 14th, year 115

Today was a strange day. The Minmatarr Republic made a parade now that the tribe's ambassadors are going to once again meet and take again the control of the Republic. Or something like it. I must admit I wanted us to make a show there and make our stance that we hope this will bring a new era of peace and a change between our relations, but Admiral Newelle contacted Admiral Ren Karetta of the 3rd Imperial Fleet, and gave us all order to stand down and do nothing about it. I'm sure Admiral Newelle knows what she's doing, so there was no doubt in my mind that I should stand down. I believe Fweddit pilots shot at the convoy, but I'll have to wait for tomorrow's news for a confirmation on this.

The goodside of the issue is that a lot of Minmatarr pilots were giving the fleet a "honor escort", so I could work in the Bleak Lands almost unhindered. Only a few wartargets and pirates showed up while captain Ponky and I secured Arayar. We almost took two of them down, but a third one coming in made us decide to withdraw and call it a day.

Strange thing, as I was docked in Arayar ready to spend the night in a hotel, a strange man approached me. Heavily implanted, he claimed to be a legio, whatever that may be; he certainly didn't look like a soldier, just a strange looking servant. He came directly to me and offered me some codes, without explanation on what they did or where. He said:

-Use them, and unlock their secrets for yourself. You have a duty to uphold in the Empire, and they'll help you to it. And, from now on, stand up to the name of the organization you fight for, and become Aldrith Shutaq's guardian angel. Tell him "that the Crown offers what little is left of it, in order to secure the safety of the Empire, that no questions remain for it to be answer, but it doesn't forget and is proud of what it sees". He'll understand.-

And with that, the strange man left. I asked for explanations, but none were provided. I went back into my ship and ran a check on those codes to see if they had viruses or worms, but they seemed clean. So I unlocked them, and with it several stashes of equipment became available to me on different systems. Some modules, a bay full with a dozen unused Punishers, a list of contacts in the Imperial Navy and elsewhere, and a Prophecy ship fitted ready to fly: the [i]Crown Guidance[/i]. Seems like whatever the crown is, and wherever it may guide me, it wishes me to defend the Empire with this weapon, and I intend to do so.

From on now, the ship will be known as the TES Light of Amarr and will fulfill it's duty to the Empire. And I'll be the Commander's guarding angel in exchange. But I have to find out whatever this crown is, maybe the Commander will know, maybe not. I guess I'll have to wait for his reply to my message.

The Twisted Reflection

I look at myself in the mirror, but can't recognize the image it brings back. Where I have long dark hair, I can only see the baldness of his skull; I have a well rounded beard, and yet his grin is barely covered by a two day lack of self-attention; if my eyes are dark and determined, his are icy blue and fully demented; he also lacks the tattoo in my face and my implants, his own hidden from sight inside his brain.

And yet, he is my mirrored image.

Where I have duty, he has blind obedience. If I see submission to the purpose and the structure, he accepts only submission to him. I understand slavery as a step toward greater freedom and unity, he accepts slavery as the perfect and final state. When I worship the Empress and the Empire, he worships himself alone. I seek peace through unity, he fights for peace through annulment. Where I believe in the unity of duty and discipline, he accepts only the unity through losing control of the self. If I value the acceptance of each one in his place, he forces them to that position and destroys the possibility of resistance.

I am life, and he is death. I am myself. He is Sansha Kuvakei, or any of the many slaves that are just broadcasting centers for his maddened self. And yet, in a way, he still is the twisted reflection of all that I value, the mockery of all I stand for. The extreme opposite of the Blood Raiders I so much hate, which are the other twisted image of who I am. To the madness annulling self of one, and the demented exaltation of the self the others are, only duty, service and honor can stand like a stone against the waves, invulnerable for eternity, resisting each and every one of their attempts to advance.