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Transmission One



Militia Command,

Two Federation mining capitals, the Hundelstone and the Ironhall, early this morning had their navigation cores and jump systems compromised and were jumped into the hostile low-security system [REDACTED].

We’ve been unable to determine the nature of the attack or to fully restore their jump capability. They are currently at a safe location and cloaked up while repairs are being attempted.

We will keep you appraised of the situation as it evolves as we may require assistance from the Militia.

Transmission Two



Militia Command,

We have been unable to restore jump capability to the ships. The breach of the systems are worse than we feared. Our technicians are reporting that more of the ships systems may be compromised. They are still investigating the extent of the breach.

Transmission Three



Militia Command, The following communique is from Marla Renaez Lead Technician of the Ironhall:

We have narrowed down the breach to the implants of the Capsuleers piloting the Rorquals. An attempt was made to remove the compromised implants but resulted in destruction of the Capsuleer clone. There was a failsafe in the implants. From what we can tell the first is that destruction of the ship by overloading the jump drive. We were able to stop the sequence but the jump drives are completely destroyed. The second it appears that the implants disrupted the transmission of the Capsuleers consciousness. We have confirmed with the medical station that their transmission were not received. We are unable to gain control of the navigation systems. We will need replacement Capsuleers in order to recover the ships.

You orders are find replacement pilots for the Hudlestone and Ironhall and escort them safely back to Federation space. They are under no circumstances to dock in any Federation controlled station. We still do not fully know if any other system has been compromised. We do not want to risk the ship trying to self destruct in a station.

Once you have found replacement pilots assemble an escort fleet. This fleet should bring the capitals to the [REDACTED] system. The priority of the fleet is to get those capitals to safety. We need to run a full diagnostic to try and figure out who and how this attack was perpetrated.





PLAYER Owned Structures: Why CCP is Wrong

This is a re-post from my last blog that I thought I would bring back to life now that CCP is conducting a survey on Structures in EVE, and so that I can link to it in my responses. Note that there are a couple of parts that are no longer relevant due to changes to the game since this was originally written (standings changes for example) but I have left them in to preserve the original context and for POSterity (yes that is a terrible pun, no I am not sorry for making it).

Also, probably no Fiction Friday this week as I haven’t had the time to sit down and write something I am happy with (I have a couple of drafts, but they aren’t anywhere near finished and I am not happy with any of them.)

You are probably wondering why i capitalized the word “Player” in the title of this post. it’s because I think that is what CCP is missing. The “Official” in-game name for them is “Starbases” or “Starbase Structures”. But that’s just a lore thing. Everyone calls them POSs, or PLAYER Owned Structure’s. I just did it again. Why? because despite the name, that’s not who actually uses them. What I mean by that, is that except in a very small number of cases, it’s Corporations and even Alliances that are using them. Yes players are the ones managing them. But how many players can say they own their own structure? Almost fucking zero.

They are owned by Corporations and usually paid for by Corporations. And unless you are in a player Corporation, you can’t have one. And even then, the mess that is Corp Roles means you have to jump through like a million hoops and have about 50 different roles to be able to make use of it. And unless you are in a one person Corp on your own, or are the CEO and have no directors in your Corp, you still don’t have sole control over it as a player. CEO’s and Directors automatically have the roles required to go and fuck with your POS. Or they can give someone else the roles to fuck with it for them. Have 5 people in Corp that all have their own POS set up? Each of those 5 people, plus any Directors and the CEO can still go can fuck with each others stuff.

CCP needs to decouple the POS mechanics from Corporations. Make it easier for individual players to have a POS without having to jump through hoops and get permission from their CEO. If this were to happen, I’m 100% certain that more players would start using this feature. There would have to be other changes made to prevent people from sitting in NPC Corps with a completely immune POS. One suggestion to prevent this is to use the fact that CrimeWatch is no longer a jumbled piece of shit and create a new flag for structures that makes them attack-able outside of War-Dec’s.

I understand that having access to a POS is an incentive for joining a player Corporation and that allowing those in NPC Corp’s to have them would change this, with that in mind, perhaps CCP could start by removing all the role requirements from POS’s. Let me set up and run my own POS without jumping through so many fucking hoops. Then let me, the PLAYER, decide how much access I want my Corp mates to have. While you are at it, let me put up a personal POS in High Sec based entirely on my own faction standings, don’t punish me because other members of the Corp ran missions for a different faction than me before I even met them (or didn’t run missions at all). If someone wants to anchor a POS for the Corp, then do the check for Corp standings. And if I change Corp’s, let me take my personal POS with me without having to take it down and put it back up again. Put the PLAYER back in Player Owned Structure.

Or, make a new type of Structure that I as an individual player can call my own. Basically player housing.

Or not. But don’t fucking tell me not enough people use the feature to warrant the Dev time needed for a complete overhaul without looking at the reasons why its not used. Make Personal POS’s possible without all the hoops and you will find more people use them. Which will mean more demand for Ice products and PI. Which is good for everyone. This could be a huge boost to industry, and would make it worth putting effort into a complete POS overhaul. POS’s affect more than just the people directly using them.

Okay, that got a little bit out of hand. But now you know how I feel.

Throwback Thursday – Marradas Madness and New Beginnings

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. This week we have two for the price of one, as the tow posts presented here are so short. Enjoy!

Marradas Madness

Originally posted 2012.03.19

YC 114.03.02
Todaki VI – Moon 1 – School of Applied Knowledge

“What the fuck Marrada?”
“Oh calm down. I did the training years ago, the Sisters paid for it, and the surgery. It was necessary for my job,” Marrada replied.
Skorp was circling her, examining the Neural Socket at the base of her skull.
“You could have told me. Shit, I could sponsored your License Application and helped speed things along.”
“Don’t worry about it Bro, the Sisters have more pull when it comes to getting Capsuleers licensed than you will ever have.

“You could have been Mind-locked!” Skorp exclaimed loudly.
“That’s bullshit and we both know it.” Marrada snapped back. “Two reasons why. First, genetics. Our family has always been regarded as genetically “better” than others, it’s why our parents moved from Saisio to Kisogo. They couldn’t become Capsuleers themselves for political and professional reasons, but genetically, they knew we could, and moved so we would have a chance.” Marrada sighed.
“They were thinking about us. You, me and even Karras. Even though you were the only one that had been born. They wanted us to have the best possible future. I don’t remember much about them, but I do remember that they were always looking to the future, everything they did, they did for us. They knew that it was only a matter of time before a solution was found that made being a Capsuleer less of a death sentence. And look what happened in YC 105.”

“Fine.” Skorp was starting to sulk now. “What’s the second reason?”
“I’m a stubborn little bitch.” Marrada laughed. “I’m very strong-willed and determined. We both know I don’t like it when I don’t get my own way.”
“It runs in the family.” Skorp replied. “Well, what’s done is done. Only thing left to do now Marrada is get you into the Corp. If you put an app into Legion of Darkwind I can get everything squared away and approve it for you. I hope you realize what you are getting yourself into.”
“Hey speaking of Karras, have you heard anything from him lately?” Marrada asked.
“Nope, but from what I understand, he’s having a blast hanging out with Mordus Legion, I hear he even got to meet the crazy old fool Mordu himself. And he’s supposedly going to be taking part in some new training program Mordu is putting together called ‘Mordus Private Trials’. Should be interesting.”


So for those who don’t already know, I now have a second account! / I had a lot of fun the first week I had it, as I didn’t tell my corp, and “recruited” my newly created alt as if they were a different person. I would love to have seen the looks on their faces when they found out! It will teach them not to read my blog, as my new alt is named Marrada Hearn, regular readers will notice that is the name of my mains sister. Which just made it funnier that no one in my corp had a clue! Most of this blog post was written during an ice mining op, which is always boring as shit. Hi Q!

I will TRY to write a special fiction post for Fanfest this weekend, maybe even a couple. Sadly I’m not going, but I do have the HD stream booked! My Quafe shirt looks great! So they will be from the perspective of someone sitting in their Captains Quarters watching from the other side of the Galaxy.


New Beginnings

Originally Posted 2012.05.17

YC 114.03.05
Poinen I – Moon 2 – Spacelane Patrol Logistic Support
The Forge Region

“Fuck Marrada. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Sorry bro, I’ve been busy trying to get my head around everything. Not to mention prepping all our crew members for the big move.” Marrada replied sounding exhausted.
“It’s okay. We can deal with it. I’ve had a busy time myself. I’ll sort something out, I’m sure I can get a loan from someone if we need it. And once the move is complete, and we are back up and running we should be good. I’m also hoping Karras can come and join us within the next 6 months, sounds like he’s become a pretty decent mercenary soldier.” Skorp re-assured her.

The two siblings were sitting in a corner of a bar on the Spacelane Patrol Logistics Support Station orbiting the second moon of the first planet in the Poinen system. They were joined by Ambein Flambein, the now former CEO of 352 Industries. “I’m sorry guys, but I have been given the opportunity to help run and lead a new start-up Corporation.” The Vherokior was visibly tired, and was clearly overworked. “The paperwork to get this new venture set up is giving me a headache. Hopefully we can get it started soon. In the mean time, I have left [REDACTED] in charge of 352. I wasn’t sure if you would want to close the corp completely or keep it in stasis.”
“Thank you for all your work Amb. I’ll get in contact with [REDACTED] and get her to wind the corp down. I wish you luck in your new venture, and will help in any way I can.” Skorp shook Ambeins hand and the two parted ways, possibly for the last time.

“Well, it is sad to see him go,” Skorp said with a tinge of sadness in his voice, “but he has some exciting new ventures he is working on that should spice things up in New Eden, assuming anyone takes any notice of him and his venture.” Skorp perked up a bit when saying that.
“Care to fill me in on the details?” Inquired Marrada.
“Sorry Mar, It’s all hush-hush for now, only 3 people in the entire cluster know anything about it, and only a handful more know that it exists. We’ve all been sitting on this for a couple of months now.” Skorp replied. “Anyway, we have more important things to deal with right now, like the impending move to Low-Sec. The system has been picked and things are starting to move along quite quickly at the corp level, we should be living in Low-Sec full-time within 5-6 months.
“Excellent, I shall make sure all the crews are ready and well aware of the risks,” Marrada said.
“Thanks Mar, although not everyone will be part of the move, I’m going to leave some ships here in High-Sec, most notably the Drake, although I may purchase a new one just for use in Low-Sec.” Skorp informed Marrada.

“So when are we actually moving to Low-sec?” Inquired Marrada.
“Not sure, but definitely within the next couple of months, things are moving along slowly at the corp level. We should be announcing something to the Corp and Alliance soon.” Skorp replied. “Then its just a matter of getting people organized and moved down, which will be the hard part.”
“Excellent, I’ll make the necessary preparations, and as soon as I have all the details, I’ll get in touch with some of my contacts and get us some hanger space reserved, as well as get us hooked up with a nice apartment.”
“Okay, time to get back to work and make some ISK, I’ll catch you later Skorpy.” Marrada said as she departed.


Authors Note (Not part of the original post): The “top secret” start up corporation stuff that is talked about never materialized, because I was too lazy. I do still have that idea kicking around in my head though, and may one day either try to get it off the ground myself, or pass the idea on to others who do have the skills needed to make it wokr.

And Now For Something Completely Different

This next post is going to be a little different. This is a fictional interview I wrote back in January 2012 for the now defunct Tech4 News. It helps to explain a little bit about my character and his views on ship crews.

Originally Posted 2012.01.16

A couple of weeks ago, I gave an interview for a young journalist looking to make it big in the media industry. That interview has been published by Tech 4 News as part of a new series of articles and interviews on Capsuleer’s. The full article can be found here. What follows is the transcript for the interview itself, provided to me by the person who conducted the interview, Mila

Why do you pay your crews so much?
Darth Skorpius
Why not? I mean, there’s no shortage of people volunteering to crew a Capsuleers ship, as even the shittiest among us still pay their crews, even if they don’t know it and the ISK doesn’t come out of their wallets, the crews are still being paid. I honestly have no idea where the ISK is coming from, and nor do most Capsuleer’s, but one theory is that CONCORD pays them. I decided to take a more active role, as a result, turn-over rates have dropped dramatically. Even when the ship is docked and not doing anything, the crews are still being paid, so there is no desire for them to find other income sources.

What do you mean by other income sources?
[Laughs] Well, there’s no point in them sitting around in station not earning anything is there? So some of them might turn to illegal activities, drug smuggling and dealing, that sort of thing. But most of them just go and find another ship to crew, so then you have to replace those crew members who have jumped ship. By paying them they way I do, they are more than happy to sit around in station twiddling their thumbs.

What sort of things do your crews do to keep themselves from going stir crazy while in station?
Most of them are actually studying, so they can be better at their jobs, or so they can move up the ladder to another position. Others just play Holo-vid games. One is actually writing a book. I have no idea what the book is about, but I have been promised a copy once its been published. Oh and there’s a rumor that some of my Raven’s crews members are putting together a movie that will be based entirely within the confines of my raven, with a cameo by yours-truly!

Sounds like you let them have a lot of freedom
Yeah, when we undock, everyone has a job to do, until given the stand down order. after that, they have a bit of freedom, as long as they drop what they are doing when the alarms sound. In station, after they have carried out their assigned duties, they are free to do what they want, as long as they return to the ship when required.

Why go to such lengths? Is it really worth the cost?
Yes it is worth the costs. I have an almost zero percent turn-over rate, its less than 1%. And I only have a turn-over rate because losing ships is inevitable. If I could fit all my crew members with cloning tech, I would, but that’s not possible. Yet.
Yet? care to elaborate on that?
[Laughs] There’s not a whole lot I can say really, just that there is some new tech in development for ground based combat, “Drop-suits” with some pretty basic cloning tech in them, there aren’t a whole lot of details available at the moment as those involved with the development of the tech are keeping tight lips. Hopefully more details will become available in the next 6 months.

So the Empires are about to get some new toys to kill each other with?
As far as I’m aware, some of them already have these new toys, but not at a level where they are willing to talk about it yet, Capsuleers will be getting these new toys to help them fight their wars at some point I would imagine, it would be hard to keep Capsuleers from taking advantage of the new tech, although I’m sure CONCORD and the Empires will do everything they can to keep us from getting our hands on it.

Talking to some of your family and friends from when you were a child, you were a bit of a dick when you were younger, what changed?
Honestly, I got bored. Somewhere during my second year as a Capsuleer I realised that my attitude and acting like a dick wasn’t achieving anything, and that even though I fit right in as a Capsuleer, it just didn’t feel right to me. So I made the decision to change. I started taking a more active role in the welfare of my crews, and noticed a big improvement in ship performance. Before, my crew were a bit sluggish to respond, nothing major, but sometimes the warp drives would take a second longer to kick in than they should, and the guns a second longer to reload. Little things like that. After the change in my attitude towards the crew, those little things went away. I also noticed that the crew were a lot happier, I used to avoid them as much as possible when in station, often just staying my pod, but after the change in my attitude, I started to interact with them more, which made the crew even happier.

Wow, it really makes that much of a difference?
It really does. I got to know the guys guys running the crew, the crew chiefs I call them. They are the ones that actually keep everyone in-line, as I can’t just step out of my pod and pimp slap someone who isn’t doing their job now can I? If it wasn’t for the crew chiefs, I don’t know what I would do. And one in particular I owe my life to, as when my pod malfunctioned back in YC 110, he made sure the Sisters of EVE got to me in time.
I’m guessing he’s retired now.
Sort of. He still works for me, but he doesn’t work on any ship’s anymore. He is the head of Human Resources for 352 Industries, overseeing all of their personnel. He’s a real people person, so when he came to me in November YC 112 and said he was, and this is a direct quote, “getting too old for this shit”, [laughter], I asked if he was still interested in working for me and offered him a desk job with 352 Industries, which thankfully he accepted.

Your sister used to work for the Sisters of EVE, did that create any tension between the two of you?
Not really. If it wasn’t for the accident back in YC 110, I don’t think we would have ever got back in touch with each other. I was only vaguely aware that I even had a sister until the accident, and she had no clue what my Capsuleer name was. While I was waiting for CONCORD to give me my Capsuleers Licence, we kept in touch, but once I got my licence, I was so busy being an immortal that I kinda forgot about her. After the accident, I was so messed up that I didn’t know who I was, let alone who anyone else was, and it took a while before I truly remembered I had a sister. Now that we have reconnected, I’m hoping that we can get to know each other.

Thank your for taking the time to sit down with me and answer my questions. Is there anything else you would like to add?
Not a problem. For anyone interested in following my adventures, please visit my personal Galnet site.

Fiction Friday – Crippled Caracal

Welcome to another installment of Fiction Friday! This week’s installment is going to be a repost of sorts. A large chunk of this was originally posted on my old blog The Skorpius Chronicles Back in January 2012, however I have added to it and made some alterations. A short WARNING: this post contains a LOT of profanity. I hope you enjoy!

YC 110.09.[REDACTED]
X-7OMU – In the vicinity of Planet V

The ship slammed to a stop as it dropped out of warp. “What the fuck was that?” Screamed the crew chief. “Which one if you fucks has been messing with the inertial dampener, and why the fuck did we drop out of warp? Give me an engineering report NOW!”
“Capacitor, normal. Warp drives, normal. Sublights, normal. I’m not seeing anything wrong here Captain, everything is green.” replied the chief engineering officer. “No, wait, Neural Interface, status UNKNOWN.”
“Shit shit shit. Anything but unknown, give me offline any day, but anything but unknown. FUCK.” The crew chief was trying to keep clam. “Okay, someone tell me where the fuck we are.”
“We are near the fifth planet of the X-7OMU system, deep in null sec. Sir? Its a Sisters system.” The navigation officer was calm and to the point.

“Alright everyone. Initiate evac procedure five, two, six, six, three. And send a distress call to the Sisters, get them to come pick us up. MOVE!” With that, the crew chief started walking briskly.
“Where are you going Captain?” asked a member of the crew while the bridge crew was evacuating.
“To the gantry room, need to check his vitals, make sure hes still alive in there.” replied the crew chief. “And for the last time, don’t fucking call me captain. I’m not the captain, I’m the crew chief. The captain is floating in a pod filled with goo, and his fucking neural interface isn’t responding. now hurry the fuck up and get your ass off this boat now!” The crew chief snapped back, starting to lose his cool.

It took the crew chief longer than he would have liked to make it to the gantry room, he took a wrong turn on at least three occasions, but it could have been more, he lost track after that point. When he finally got there, he breathed a sigh of relief, soon he could get off this floating death-trap. After taking a moment to get his breath back, he briskly walked over to the holo-vid screen next to the gantry. “Fuck.” He swore as he checked his captains vitals. Elevated pulse, brain activity all over the place. “What the fuck is going on here?” He thought to himself. “This is fucking ridiculous!”

Suddenly, klaxons started blaring and lights started flashing as an alarm sounded. “What the fuck is that?” The crew chief swore to himself as he checked the screen in front of him. “Oh shit, the self destruct!” He took off running at full speed, tearing through the hallways to the nearest escape pod. he reached it in less than a minute despite being deep in the bowels of the ship. “Launch the fucking pods NOW!” He yelled at the crew who were waiting for the command to be given to launch all pods. “Tell the others to launch now,” he managed to breath as he skidded to a halt just inside the doors of the escape pod, slamming his fist on the button to close the pods doors as he did so. With less than 10 seconds to spare all pods reported they were clear of the ship. All view ports on the escape pods had faces pressed up against them as the Caracal exploded moments before the Sisters of EVE arrived.

YC 110.09.[REDACTED] (Three Days Earlier)

“Relax, I’ll only be gone for a few days.” Jaron reassured the sexy Gallente woman lying naked in his bed.
“But it’s NullSec. It’s dangerous.” She wined in reply.
“Maybe for some. But I’m a Capsuleer. Even if I get attacked, I still have my med clones to keep em safe. I’ll be back safe and sound before you know it.”
Jaron fumbled with his pants as he left the room, smiling as he glanced back at the slender naked form lying in his bed.

“Is everything ready to go?”
“Yes Mr Hearn. The supplies are all loaded and safely stowed for the journey, and the Crew have all be recalled from leave. They are being briefed by the crew chief now, Sir.”
“Excellent. I trust I can count on you to keep things under control while I am gone?”
“Yes Sir! Have a safe trip, and enjoy your time away form the empires.”
As soon as the Capsuleer was out of sight, the hanger chief wiped his brow.
“Goodbye and good riddance you egger fuck. I hope you burn in hell.”

Throwback Thursday – Family Reunion

Welcome to the latest edition of Throwback Thursday! This weeks installment brings to a close the “Brotherly Love” mini-arc from the original Skorpius Chronicles, aside from a small short piece that goes back to the beginning of the arc. Enjoy!

Originally posted 2012.01.06

YC 114.01.01
Osmon II – Moon 1 – Sisters of EVE Bureau

The lights in the room flickered as they turned on, illuminating its occupants as they sized each other up. One was female, the other male, both were Caldari, of Achuran decent. Neither of them spoke, just stood there awkwardly, wondering who would be brave enough to make the first move. For them, time stood still. After what felt like an eternity, the male spoke, but in reality only a couple of minutes had passed since the female had entered the room.

“Hi Marrada, its been a while.” He spoke nervously, not knowing what to say.
“Yeah, it has. Three and a half years,” Marrada replied. “Last time I saw you, your memory was shot and you barely knew who I was. That accident really messed you up.”
“Don’t remind me. That was an expensive trip to null.” Skorp replied calmly, starting to regain his confidence. “Pend Insurance refused to acknowledge the loss, claiming they had no records of the ship being insured, other than the base insurance level that all ships have. And the fittings weren’t very cheap either.”
“Yeah, they can be a bitch to deal with sometimes, thankfully I don’t have much to do with them, the Sisters have other means of insuring their vessels and employees.”

“Thanks for sending me those reports the Sisters had on my accident and the time I spent in their care while I recovered,” Skorp said.
“No problem, it was the least I could do, I just wish I could have stayed and helped you recover, but my superiors didn’t feel it was necessary, and my training had finished, so I had to leave,” she replied.
“Don’t worry about it, I barely even recognized you, and hardly knew who you were anyway, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference.”
“Yeah, well, I knew who you were, that was enough for me,” Marrada responded. “Did get the journal entries?” She asked him curiously.
“Yip, they were very helpful. Glad to see you were keeping yourself out of trouble,” he laughed.

The two siblings were sitting on the couch in the Amarr themed quarters, laughing as they shared stories with each other. They had been sitting there talking each others ear off for more than an hour when there was a knock at the door. Skorp called out and invited the visitor in. She was a small, light skinned Caldari Deteis, with a light frame. Her hair was jet black, shoulder length and tied in a pony tail. She had medium sized, perky breasts that were barely contained by the black skin-tight tank top she wore. She had a matching mini-skirt that barely reached her knees, and 4 inch high heels in black leather. She moved with the grace and poise of a dancer.

“Skorp, this is my girlfriend, Mila. Mila, this is my brother, Jaron, but he prefers to be called Skorp.” Marrada introduced them. “Mila has been keeping me out of trouble for two years now.
“I can see why.” replied Skorp, adjusting himself to avoid an embarrassing situation. “I can’t wait to get to know her better.”
“Oi, hands off, shes mine,” Marrada warned him. “Besides, I doubt you could handle her anyway, shes more of a handful than she looks.”
“We’ll see about that,” he teased.

“So, what were you doing with the lights off when i got here?” Marrada asked teasingly.
“Oh, just testing the new Ocular Implant I got for Christmas, it’s got Night Vision and Infra-Red filters, and a nice low-light setting. It’s from Genolution, brand new tech, its like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
“I heard about those, Genolution gave one to almost every Capsuleer in the cluster,” Mila responded. “The Core Augmentation Implant set is truly an amazing feat.”
“I see someone likes to follow Capsuleer news.” Skorp nonchalantly observed. “How about you two ladies come work for me, at 352 Industries?” He asked.

“Marrada, I could use a new Personal Welfare Specialist, last one resigned just before the holidays to go take care of sick family members. Mila, I have no clue what the fuck you actually do, but I’m sure we could find something you can do for the corp. What do you say?”
“Hmm, that’s an interesting offer. I’m still on contract with the Sisters, but I’m due for another review this month, and have the option to terminate my employment without penalty then, I’ll have to think about it.” Marrada replied after giving the offer some thought. “As for Mila, well she can speak for herself.”
“Well, I’ve got another job offer I’m looking into, but in the mean time, sure, I haven’t got anything better to do. At least, not when Marrada’s busy I don’t!” Mila replied with a cheeky look at Marrada.

Fiction Friday – Open For Business

Welcome to another Fiction Friday! It’s a bit late this week, sorry about that. I had originally started writing this with the intention of entering it into the pod and planet fiction contest, but just couldn’t get it to mesh properly in my head. It has turned into one of the longest pieces I have ever written, and I’m quite happy with how it turned out. After the first few sentences, the start kinda got a bit meh, and isn’t nearly what I would like. I hope you enjoy!

YC 116.12.01
352 Industries HQ
Korama V – Moon 20 – Ishukone Corporation Factory

“Hurry up and get those supplies loaded, we are on the tight schedule and Mrs Hearn will not be happy if we miss the deadline!”
The hanger foreman wiped his brow and took another swig from his water bottle.
“Sir, we have a problem!” One of his underlings panted as he tried to catch his breath.
“What is it?” The foreman turned to face the worker.
“Someone claiming to be from CONCORD is claiming he has legal documents requiring us to stop work. Mrs Hearns license isn’t valid.”
“Fuck. Tell everyone to take sixty. Send the CONCORD representative to my office, I need to page Mrs Hearn.” The foreman wiped his brow again, a look of concern on his face.

“What is going on here Gibbson?” Marrada Hearn strode into the foremans office demanding answers.
“Ah, Miss Hearn, so glad you could join us at last.” The CONCORD representative stood up and turned to face the capsuleer. “You have a lot of gall keeping a CONCORD official waiting for nearly 5 hours.”
“And you have a lot of gall coming in here and getting in the way of a capsuleer. My license was reactivated yesterday and you damn well know it. You have 30 seconds to tell me what’s going on before my head of security gets here and ejects you out of the nearest airlock.” Marrada spat back at the official.

“We checked your license documents. There are some discrepancies we need to discuss.” The official said matter of factly.
“Well clearly you didn’t do your fucking jobs properly, because if you had, you would have seen the attached documents explaining those discrepancies.” Marrada was angry now.
“How dare you come down here and disrupt my operations without even doing your job properly. Your 30 seconds are up, either get the fuck out or I will have to thrown out. And I will be filing an official complaint.”
Marrada Turned left the room, just as the 6 foot tall Head of Security arrived to escort the CONCORD representative from the premises.

“Hey Mar, what’s happening?” A shadowy figure stood in the doorway.
“Karras! Where have you been bro?” Marrada ran up to her brother and have him a big hug. “I’ve missed you!”
“Oh you know me, I’ve been keeping busy.” Karras chuckled as he returned the hug.
“Actually, I’ve kinda been stuck in a medical facility for most of the last year.”
“What? Why?” Marrada asked with concern.
“Had a little accident about a year ago while relaxing in my quarters.” Karras sighed before continuing. “Apparently passing out and nearly slicing your own hand off is bad.”
“Damn bro, why didn’t you call or something?”
“Well, partly because I didn’t want you guys worrying about me. But mostly because I spent large chunks of time either sedated or otherwise incoherent.” Karras sat down on the sofa.
“But enough about me, what’s new with you sis?”

“Oh you know, the usual, running the corp. Just got a couple of new recruits, and am hoping to get a few more from a comms channel I frequently hang out in. Going to go on a recruitment drive.” Marrada sat down next to him.
“Sounds like fun times. Mind if I tag along? I need to get out more.”
“Sure thing. Just try to stay out of trouble. And no using knives without an adult around!” Marrada hugged her brother. “It’s good to have you around again.”

“So, how are the new recruits?” A sultry female voice drifted in from the shadows.
“Mila! You made it. How was the shuttle I sent you?” Marrada dropped her towel as she ran over to greet her wife.
“Boring as usual” Mila giggled before returning the hug and slapping Marrada on the ass.
The two capsuleers disappeared down the hallway to the bedroom, Mila shedding her clothes on the way and producing a pair of leather cuffs.
“Oh and I bought some new cuffs, lets give them a trial run shall we?” She smiled with an evil look on her face.

Four figures sat around a table, enjoying each others company and a meal together.
“When was the last time we all got together and had dinner?” One of the female asked as she had another sip of wine.
“Probably the wedding, replied one of the males, “but my memory ain’t what it used to be.”
As the group all laughed at the joke, a messenger appeared and passed a note to the other male.
“Fuck. I’m being recalled to active duty. Doc’s just gave me a clean bill of health. I’ll be on a shuttle out of here first thing in the morning.”
“Damn. Well it was nice being a family again. We’ll have to make sure we do this on a regular basis. How does the 25th sound to everything?” The female with longer shoulder length hair asked.
“Definitely. I’d better be going too, need to get back to Fliet before Marcel decides to dock my pay. Or give me POS fueling duty.”

YC 116.12.02
Marrada Hearn’s Private Hanger
Korama V – Moon 20 – Ishukone Corporation Factory

“What the fuck are you playing around at?” The foreman screamed. “Get your shit together or I’ll have you ejected out of the nearest airlock!”
The foreman was fed up with his worked fooling around and was ready to fire the lot of them, muttering to himself, he walked back to his office.
“Who do you need me to replace?” The foreman was started by the presence of his boss in his office.
“Miss Hearn! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The foreman quickly regained his composure, and offered his boss something to drink from the selection of liquor he kept in a pocked draw.
“I think you have been doing a fucking amazing job Gibbson. I’m offering you a promotion.” Marrada politely declined the drink. “I want you to be the new Chief Hanger Logistics Officer for 352 Industries.”

“Seriously? Wow! That’s such an honor!” Gibbson was ecstatic.
“This promotion will come with a hefty pay rise, but it also carries an increased workload. The plus side is you will no longer be working down here in the hanger. Instead you will be working in the corporations offices. You will now be responsible for ensuring the hangers of all corporation members are running smoothly and as efficiently as possible. This means you will have full hiring and firing authorizations.” Marrada smiled.
“Now, take the rest of the week off and go celebrate. I’ll pick up the tab.”

Marrada Hearn sat in her office, staring out the giant wall sized window into space, watching the twinkle of what was being called “Caroline’s Star” when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!” She said still half day dreaming.
“Mar, why don’t you just grab a frigate an fly out to Vale and see it up close?” Mila Hearn suggested as she entered the office.
“Because I’m needed here, I’ve got a corporation to run, especially now that we are actively opening the doors to other pilots.” Marrada signed as she turned around in her chair to face her beautiful wife. “And I don’t have anything suitable.”
“So just go to Jita and get a Raptor or Buzzard.”
“You know I can’t fly either of those ships.” Marrada replied. “Right, on to business. You are being officially promoted. You will now be 352 Industries Chief Media Liaison.”
“About fucking time.” Mila giggled. “But in all seriousness, thank you. It has been a long time coming and it’s nice to finally get the paycheck that comes with being formally recognized.”
“Don’t celebrate too much. We’ll need you to deal with the media inquiries were are going to start receiving in a few days. We have some things planned that may make the headlines. The final timeline for these plans has not yet been determined, but things should being to pick up soon.”

Throwback Thursday – Ambulation Ambush

Welcome to Throwback Thurday! Today we have the third part of the main arc from The Skorpius Chronicles. Enjoy!

Originally Posted 2012.01.04
YC 113.12.31
Osmon II – Moon 2 – Sisters of EVE Bureau

A cloaked and hooded figure hurried through the corridors of the bustling space station. The comm unit in her pocket beeped. A smile crept across her face as she reads the message. It contained just two words. He’s here. She quickly disappeared down a small side corridor, knowing it would take her to her new destination quicker than the main corridor she had been following. While she walked she thought about what she was going to do when she got there. Would she hug him? Would she punch him in the face? Would she scream and yell at him? Thoughts raced through her mind faster than light speed, nervousness crept in. How would he react? What would he do? Would he be happy to see her? Would he be angry with her?

The closer to the Capsuleer decks she got, the less people there were, as was normal on most stations in the cluster. Five minutes had passed since she received the message that would change the lives of at least two people, possibly more. By now she figured he would have exited his pod and be showering to get the pod goo off, so she had at least another five before he would think of leaving his quarters, more than enough time to get through security and locate his room. She looked at her watch. “Nearly Midnight,” she thought to herself. Normal people would be tucked up in bed on almost any other night of the year, but as it was New Years Eve, most were out partying. Almost everyone she passed in the corridors had been drinking, many of them visibly so.

As a member of the Sisters of EVE, there weren’t many opportunities to drink. It’s never a good idea to drink when you are on call, and working for the Sisters means you are almost always on call, or working. The Capsuleer’s make sure of that. If you aren’t busy checking on crews, or tending to the injured from the latest Raven to dock at the station, there is a mountain of paperwork and reports to fill out. Or crew members who need to be interviewed. Part of it is the Sisters fault, so many rules and regulations that you have to follow. If you didn’t, you could have your pay docked, or be sent to the middle of null, to serve on a shit hole station in the middle of a war-zone. Still, it does have its perks. Marrada smiled as she thought of Mila’s naked body.

Hopefully her girlfriend wouldn’t be too upset that she had been deserted, especially on a night like tonight. She hated the way she sulked when she was angry. Maybe Mila would spank her, she loved a good spanking. She shook the thoughts from her head, there would be time for that later, now it was time to focus on meeting someone she hadn’t seen for more than 3 years, someone she once knew but had barely spoken to in 4 years. Someone she had looked up to when she was younger and who she hoped to get to know again. Someone who had looked after her so many times when her parents weren’t home. Who had taught her so much about life. Her oldest brother. He had visited the station she was on several times, and had even done some work for the Sisters agents that worked there.

She had been back at Sisters HQ in null sec, for a refresher course on basic first aid, and had missed out on the chance to talk to him. After her return she had been so busy that even though he was still only a couple of jumps away, she had been unable to go and visit him. But now, on the one day a year when everyone got the night off, he had come back, and she finally had a chance to meet him. She reached his room shortly after midnight, the maze of corridors and her own unfamiliarity with this particular area of the station making her journey slightly longer than she had intended. The door was open so she knocked politely, took a deep breath, and entered the room.

Pod and Planet Entry – After Action Relaxation

The following is based on actual events within the game, slightly altered to maintain OPSEC and because my memory is not all that great, and expanded on from an IC perspective.

YC 116.11.26
Aideron Robotics HQ
Fliet, Essence

Beep Beep Beep
Jaron checked his datapad. The message was marked as urgent.
“All available pilots X up, we need frigs ASAP!”
He grinned as he made his way to his hanger, it had been far too long since he had last seen combat and he was eager to get back into the action.
As his Merlin class frigate hummed into life, the grin got wider. “Something is about to happen that has not happened in an age,” he spoke into comms. “I’m undocking and ready to engage!”

“I have him pointed.” Jaron informed his fleet.
As his railguns started stripping away the enemy Tristan’s shields, it returned fire.
“I’m pointed. Shit, he’s got neuts! I’m capped out.” As his armor becan to bunckle under enemy fire, he prepared to warp his pod out.
“I’m down.” He calmly informed his fleet as he warped his pod back to station.

Jarons fleet swarmed the enemy catalyst.
“Point, web.” Jaron spoke clearly into comms as his fleet started stripping away the catalysts defences, causing it to explode in short order.
Jaron was finally letting himself relax, having been on edge for most of the last 10 minutes. That first kill quickly wiped the loss just minutes earlier from his mind as he focused on what the FC was saying and following the instructions he was given.

[REDACTED] 352 Industries Facility
Sinq Laison Region

The water was warm and the bubbles smelled amazing.
Beep Beep Beep
A hand reached out from the bubbles and pressed a button on the datapad sitting next to the tub.
“Dammit, can’t a man relax after a hard day’s work?” Jaron swore.
“Sorry bro. I thought I’d let you know that all my paperwork to have my license reactivated is ready.” A womans voice drifted through the datapads speakers.
“Oh, hey Mar. Cool, do you need me to sign off on anything or is everything sorted?” Jaron smiled.
“Just waiting for your approval. Want me to bring them to you?”
“Nah, I’ll jump in a ceptor and come to you, Still stuck in Niballe?”
“Yeah. They revoked my access to corp funds, so I can’t risk paying for a shuttle out of here.”

Niballe System
Soliude Region

Jaron smiled and looked out at the empty space around him as the Raptor class interceptor’s warp drive engaged, enveloping him in the glow of a warp tunnel.
“Solitude, it’s been a while.”
The station loomed large in front of him as the warp tunnel dissipated and he laid in a course to the docking perimeter.
“Docking Request Accepted” Aura informed him.

Stepping out of the shower in the quarters assigned to him, Jaron grabbed a towel and started drying off just as there was a knock at the door.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he jabbed the button to open the door and headed to the kitchen.
“Hey sis, did you bring the documents?”
“Put some clothes on will you?” Marrada giggled.
“Ha! I only just got out of the shower! You didn’t even give me time to get dressed. Luckily there was a towel nearby.” Jaron chuckled back at his sister.
“Yeah, I brought the documents. Are you going to be here for long?”
“Nah, gotta get back to Fliet ASAP. Marcel only gave me a couple hours leave.”