YC 117.07.27
Fliet III – Federal Defense Union Logistic Support
Aideron Robotics Pilots Lounge

“The ship’s should be transferred to your hanger now Min”.
“Are you sure you have to leave?” Min asked sadly. “I know you haven’t been able to fly with us for a while, but that doesn’t mean you have to go.”
Jaron laughed. “It’s for the best. I’m going to be letting my pilots license lapse. It expires on the sixth and I’m not going to seek a renewal or extension.” Jaron shook his fellow pilots hand.
“It really has been a joy flying with everyone over the last 18 months. I’ll still keep in touch through all available means, but I will have restricted access to Galnet.”
“I’ll put these ships to good use, and when you are ready to return to the skies, I’ll make sure you have some ships to fly”. Min gave his corpmate a pat on the back.
“Thanks man, fly safe and give my regards to the corp”.

Jaron took one last look at his now almost empty hanger, with only his Thannatos class carrier still present, as he was not able to take it with him back to high sec where all of his other assets from Fliet had been moved to.
“Goodbye old friends. I will miss you all”
He turned and headed off to the stations clone bay to activate his jump clone that was ready and waiting for him in a station in Jolia, ready for his latest stint as a retired Capsuleer.

ThreeFiveTwo HQ,
Jolia, Sinq Laison

“Welcome back Mr Hearn, I trust your journey was uneventful?” Jarons personal assistant inquired when he emerged from the shower.
“As always” Jaron chuckled as he finished drying off. “Do you have that paper work I requested?”
“Yes Sir, I’ll have Kerrigan deliver it himself once you have looked it over and signed off on it.”
“Good girl.”
A few minutes later and he had officially left Aideron Robotics, drawing to a close his time fighting for the Gallente Federation.
“Make sure Karrigan gets this paperwork where it needs to go as soon as possible.”
“Yes sir Mr Hearn, I’ll see to it immediately”. The assistant quickly turned and left the room as fast as her heals would allow.

Jaron sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s been a long time since I was able to relax like this.”
He looked around the room.
“Fuck it,” he said out loud to an empty room. “Tell the hanger to have my Venture ready in five minutes, time to relax with some nice quiet mining.” He said into his earpiece.
“Warp drive active.” Aura was soon announcing as the Venture class mining frigate the NZN Baggins slipped into warp on its way to a nearby asteroid field. Jaron smiled to himself. This was his kinda of retirement.

[IC][Press Release]Official ThreeFiveTwo Statement RE: DED Sanctions

YC 117.06.26
352 Industries HQ
Korama V – Moon 20 – Ishukone Corporation Factory

Following the DED’s official announcement of pending sanctions against several Capsuleers, ThreeFiveTwo (registered as 352 Industries) would like to formally announce our support of said Capsuleers and extend an offer of support to any pilots in need.

Any pilot who is forced or who chooses to leave their corporation in order to protect their fellow pilots from potential sanctions is welcome to seek refuge in 352 Industries. As part of this offer, anyone claiming asylum within 352 Industries for this purpose will be have full access to all corporation assets and will be be given a full no strings attached directorship to enable them to continue to operate in all areas of space without restriction.

If you are affected by these sanctions, please contact Darth Skorpius via your preferred method of communication ASAP so that we can stay up to date on what help is needed.

Mila Hearn
352 Industries Public Relations Manager
On behalf of ThreeFiveTwo

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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.

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.

Lore – What is is good for?

Make sure you sing that title to the tune of “War” by Edwin Starr.

NOTE: This post is an OOC piece about the recent events in Eve Online, although there will be some parts that appear to be IC, rest assured that they are not attempting to imply that my character knows theses things and are simply a result of my writing style. On with the show!

There are many strange happenings in New Eden of late. Sansha’s running scared. The appearance of what some are now calling Carolines Star. Sleeper sites appearing in K-Space. (On SiSi only at this point) the disappearance of stargates within Jove space and the nearby “Dev Regions” (with the exception of a mall handful of systems that CCP still uses for testing). And of course the appearance of a fake Hillen Tukoss and the reappearance of the real one (supposedly). Are all of these events linked? Possibly.

Hilen Tukoss
Lets start with Hillen Tukoss. On 2014.10.24 a thread was posted in the Intergalatic Summit (IGS) section of the official forums, by the Hillen Tukoss character. This character had not been heard form since CCP Dropbear left the company, several years ago. Many players, including myself believed that CCP had abandoned the Arek’Jalaan Project and that it would be left to rot. So seeing Tukoss reappear gave many people hope that particular storyline would be revived. At the same time, many players from an IC prespective were skeptical, and questioned whether it was actually Tukoss, wanting proof that it was actually Tukoss posting those messages, and not someone pretending to be Tukoss. Others accepted that it was indeed the real Tukoss, and so followed the instructions given in the two initial posts. The second Tukoss post can be found here

Then on 2014.11.12 a third thread was posted by Tukoss. This third thread was different from the first two, with large patches of text missing, replaced by hyphens. Several players immediately took to the challenge and filled in the gaps for the rest of us who were either unable to fill in the gaps, or were just too lazy to do it ourselves. This third post claimed that the first two posts were fake.

Stargates disappearing
Next, lets talk about the disappearing stargates. So far, this is only on SiSi, so we don’t know when or if this change will make it to TQ. Nor do we know if it actually means anything. It could just be CCP trimming the database, as those gates are not accessible to players, they don’t actually need to be there. From an IC perspective, it makes no sense for the Jove to allow their gate network to be displayed to capsuleer’s. We don’t even know if the Jove need gates, they make have access to technology that makes gate travel seem primitive in comparison, think jump drives that don’t need cyno’s.

Some players have suggested that the removal of these gates is related to the events currently taking place on TQ and that it indicates that something cataclysmic has happened in Jove space, but I don’t think so. I don’t believe it has anything to do with current events, and is either a trimming of the DB, or a change meant to imply that the Jove no longer need start gates.

K-Space Sleeper Sites
IMO, this is clearly a part of the current storyline. Although I don’t know how yet, I am convinced that has something to with what’s happening with the lore. Otherwise, it’s too much of a co-incidence that Sleeper sites are appearing in K-Space at the same time that Hillen Tukoss has reappeared, Carolines Star appeared and the Sansha have apparently shat their pants and run away (more on that in a moment). OOC, I can see why they have released these new sites, more content, and they serve as a way to introduce some new loot (polarized weapons). But CCP have tied them to Sleepers. I don’t think that is an accident, I think it is done intentionally and that it relates to the other events I talk about in this post (except the stargates on SiSi, those are just a red herring).

Sanshas Nation
Now lets talk about Sanshas Nation. They recently decided to evac from an incursion by using stargates, rather than the usual wormholes. This is so far out of the normal that it raised mroe than a few eyebrows, and set several players off on a manhunt, searching for the Sansha forces in the nearby systems. They ultimately found nothing, but it was shortly after this event (and I think possibly during the search for Sansha forces) that the next item on the list was discovered, but we’ll get to that shortly. For Sanshas Nation to be running away from an incursion using stargates, something big must have happened, and it probably won’t be good news for the rest of us either.

Carolines Star
Finally we come to the most recent part of the storyline. Dubbed “Carolines Star” by players, a bright anomaly has appeared in the sky visible in all systems in the cluster, except W-Space. No one knows what it is or what it means yet, but it’s probably going to be awesome, seeing as the last time something like this happened, we got w-space a year later. This almost definately ties in with the upcomign Rhea release and the other storyline events that are currently happening. So far, Carolines Star has been triangulated to the W477-P system in the UUA-F4 region, one of the regions we can’t access (and one of the regions whose stargates are no longer present on SiSi, which is probably why some players think said disappearing gates are tied to current events, but I remain unconvinced).

So how are all of these events connected? I have no fucking clue, but I look forward to finding out. And I’m looking forward to what CCP has in store for us in the coming months. Bring on Rhea in a couple of week, and Merry Christmas to us all!