I usually don't make two logs for one day-period.
Today went alright. As I mentioned before, there was some minor skirmishing in Ezzara, and I managed to move some metals around and built a Cyclone. So that's good.
My tinkering went awry, however. Aphoxema appears to have gotten ahold of that datapad I swore I wiped; she found out everything. Not that these logs are particularly private, but rather they're just not very well-known. And I'm not sure if she only saw that paritcular log entry, or now sees every log entry. In any case, she's had some bad history with Nation and didn't want me to mess with any of the implants, regardless of what state of functionality they were in.
No, really. She microwaved them. In a microwave.
At least she didn't get into the biomass. But then those will be useless, without the implants. Looks like another trip to Arzad for a day of ironically harvesting Nation ships for metals and samples. It always seems like tritanium is lacking, after all.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Legion
Today was the second day in which I and Samantha Vosh attempted to engage enemies in Ezzara. Of course, they flee if they suspect they'll lose the fight and come back later with bigger guns and friends. Typical.
My recruiting pool is becoming strained. I am very picky about the crews I acquire, and so manning anything larger than destroyers tends to be a hassle. Avlynka wants to shift fleet tactics, which is wonderful and will lead to more crew survivability. It's just hard finding the right kind of people for the job. I am encountering the same problems I've always had in the empire-controlled sectors of space: lack of fanatic zeal. In this regard, I miss Delve and Stain. Got to adapt to the job, I suppose.
In other news, the toying with the implants hasn't really yielded anything new. Not that I was really trying to get any specific results as much as I was seeing what sort of use I could get out of the things. So far the only use I've found is scaring the hell out of myself whenever I see they're still communicating with their relays. In fact, I should probably clear and trash this datapad upon finishing this entry for fear of being tracked; I shouldn't have connected it to the blasted things after all.
My recruiting pool is becoming strained. I am very picky about the crews I acquire, and so manning anything larger than destroyers tends to be a hassle. Avlynka wants to shift fleet tactics, which is wonderful and will lead to more crew survivability. It's just hard finding the right kind of people for the job. I am encountering the same problems I've always had in the empire-controlled sectors of space: lack of fanatic zeal. In this regard, I miss Delve and Stain. Got to adapt to the job, I suppose.
In other news, the toying with the implants hasn't really yielded anything new. Not that I was really trying to get any specific results as much as I was seeing what sort of use I could get out of the things. So far the only use I've found is scaring the hell out of myself whenever I see they're still communicating with their relays. In fact, I should probably clear and trash this datapad upon finishing this entry for fear of being tracked; I shouldn't have connected it to the blasted things after all.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Echo
It's been very quiet around the Kenkii lately. Everyone's too busy out in space or something, I guess. I miss Kikia, but her duties are quite important, so I understand that. Aphoxema's been cooking great food lately, too. I look forward to a corp dinner.
I've been taking a more active role against Sansha's Nation lately. It's...not an easy fight. Most others blow up Nation ships with little regret. I feel regret, because I know every soul aboard that Nightmare-class is nearly gleeful in knowing they've served their Master and his cause. You will never meet a crew in the cluster like a True Slave crew; so content with going down in flames.
I'm still not really sleeping, which is fine. I take up my night hours with experiments and pouring over raw data. I actually managed to find some True Slave samples more or less intact from a wreck in Arzad. Of course the host is quite deceased but many of the implants still work, if provided with power. I'll keep playing around with them, I guess. The implants, that is, not the biomass they were attached to.
On a side note, industrial production is up a bit. The wreckage from Sansha ships is great for scavenging usable materials to reprocess. My ambition is to begin battlecruiser production as soon as possible.
I've been taking a more active role against Sansha's Nation lately. It's...not an easy fight. Most others blow up Nation ships with little regret. I feel regret, because I know every soul aboard that Nightmare-class is nearly gleeful in knowing they've served their Master and his cause. You will never meet a crew in the cluster like a True Slave crew; so content with going down in flames.
I'm still not really sleeping, which is fine. I take up my night hours with experiments and pouring over raw data. I actually managed to find some True Slave samples more or less intact from a wreck in Arzad. Of course the host is quite deceased but many of the implants still work, if provided with power. I'll keep playing around with them, I guess. The implants, that is, not the biomass they were attached to.
On a side note, industrial production is up a bit. The wreckage from Sansha ships is great for scavenging usable materials to reprocess. My ambition is to begin battlecruiser production as soon as possible.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Spire
Today was the first day that really stood out in awhile. I managed to acquire and sell off a beautiful Fleet-issue Tempest, which got me enough ISK to get a pilot's license extension. So that's that for another month.
I took the Incursus I had been fitting together for a test flight. Back in the days of Shaktipat I had flown the Incursus quite a bit, but never was able to use tech-two blasters. What a world of difference! Loaded up with Null charges it can get some great range, and I sense it is quite easily capable of taking down its analog, the Rifter. Of course I managed to do this, and shortly after lost the Incursus to a sensor boosted Lachesis.
A shame. But at least I'm able to remember it.
I took the Incursus I had been fitting together for a test flight. Back in the days of Shaktipat I had flown the Incursus quite a bit, but never was able to use tech-two blasters. What a world of difference! Loaded up with Null charges it can get some great range, and I sense it is quite easily capable of taking down its analog, the Rifter. Of course I managed to do this, and shortly after lost the Incursus to a sensor boosted Lachesis.
A shame. But at least I'm able to remember it.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Quicksand
The days are really starting to blur. Today I did what I often do: take down Imperial convoys transporting troops and supplies to their bases in the warzone. It's a shame, really. As many as I destroy, the Empire seems dead-set on keeping their war machine oiled and fueled. I can't blame them either: we do the same. It is odd, being able to take the lives of a hundred-some crewmen aboard an industrial ship with just a few thoughts. I used to question the morality of it all. I still do at times. It seems almost unreal that I can take down a dozen Bestower-class ships in service to the Empire on an almost daily basis. I wonder if I'm really doing it all, in fact, or if it's just some memory on repeat. The latter is not at all impossible, given recent events.
Hourglass
Months. It's been months since I've updated these logs. I'll spare the backstory and simply focus on the present.
Teraa Matar is great. If ever I could call myself succesful in anything as a capsuleer, it is now. I'm becoming more efficient in combat in just about every way, though I am still quite green. This is all excellent.
As a person, things have been...complicated. The short-term memory loss is becoming rather apparent now. At first I attributed it to lack of sleep (I quit Sooth Sayer a few weeks back, which was how I fell asleep many nights), but now I'm not so sure. Hell, I had great difficulty even accessing these logs because I couldn't remember how to access it. I mentioned the memory problems to some newcomer (whom I had apparently already spoken to at some previous point, which I failed to recollect) and I was once again asked if drugs were the issue. I suppose old demons always haunt, eh?
I mention the memory problems first and foremost because they lead to another unfortunate personal event which I will not go into detail describing here. Suffice it to say, a dearest of friends was badly hurt. At the end of the day it boiled down to me not-remembering. If what she said is true (which I'm sure they are), I damn well wish I could remember these things. Such things are worth remembering.
An hourglass which has been flipped does not remember the last hour. It focuses only on the present, keeping it in consideration at all times until the sand stops flowing. With every podding I am flipped.
Teraa Matar is great. If ever I could call myself succesful in anything as a capsuleer, it is now. I'm becoming more efficient in combat in just about every way, though I am still quite green. This is all excellent.
As a person, things have been...complicated. The short-term memory loss is becoming rather apparent now. At first I attributed it to lack of sleep (I quit Sooth Sayer a few weeks back, which was how I fell asleep many nights), but now I'm not so sure. Hell, I had great difficulty even accessing these logs because I couldn't remember how to access it. I mentioned the memory problems to some newcomer (whom I had apparently already spoken to at some previous point, which I failed to recollect) and I was once again asked if drugs were the issue. I suppose old demons always haunt, eh?
I mention the memory problems first and foremost because they lead to another unfortunate personal event which I will not go into detail describing here. Suffice it to say, a dearest of friends was badly hurt. At the end of the day it boiled down to me not-remembering. If what she said is true (which I'm sure they are), I damn well wish I could remember these things. Such things are worth remembering.
An hourglass which has been flipped does not remember the last hour. It focuses only on the present, keeping it in consideration at all times until the sand stops flowing. With every podding I am flipped.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Changes
I really need to stop neglecting these logs....
It's been about a month and half since I last ranted here, at least by my poor estimation skills. So I'll give the short version of it all (at least as short as I can bear):
The Empire and I had a falling out. Not surprising, seeing as I've been shooting at Empire ships my entire career. It was also over disagreements in theology, and notably because I do not support slavery at all, whereas the Empire does. So I've entered my corporation, Crimson Path, into the Tribal Liberation Force. Most of the other capsuleers in the corp have been inactive lately, being tied up with out-of-pod duties or taking vacations or something. I've been working closely with a group of pilots called Teraa Matar, headed by Avlynka Surionen (otherwise known as Ava Starfire). In addition to Avlynka, the other pilots I've been working with are Kikia Truzhari, Kalaratiri, and last (but certainly not least!) Alexandra Jovakko.
I like being back in Ebolfer. It used to be such a quiet system, where I could almost meditate while my ship's mining lasers cycle through. I've noticed more enemy traffic in Ebolfer than the last time I lived there, however, so I've already had a fair share of conflicts.
Did I mention my love interest? I'm dating the aforementioned Alexandra Jovakko. She's a lot like other Caldari women I've met: cold, distant, and professional when in public but very warm and passionate when in smaller groups. She's amazing. That's not to say the relationship doesn't have its own issues (none of which are the fault of either her or I), but we've agreed to make it work. I like this!
The past few weeks have been filled with mining and building frigates. I hope this cache of frigates will come in handy; I plan on handing them out for free to Teraa Matar and other such groups. Hopefully there will be a larger gang roam in the future!
Oh, and dreadlocks. I have them now.
It's been about a month and half since I last ranted here, at least by my poor estimation skills. So I'll give the short version of it all (at least as short as I can bear):
The Empire and I had a falling out. Not surprising, seeing as I've been shooting at Empire ships my entire career. It was also over disagreements in theology, and notably because I do not support slavery at all, whereas the Empire does. So I've entered my corporation, Crimson Path, into the Tribal Liberation Force. Most of the other capsuleers in the corp have been inactive lately, being tied up with out-of-pod duties or taking vacations or something. I've been working closely with a group of pilots called Teraa Matar, headed by Avlynka Surionen (otherwise known as Ava Starfire). In addition to Avlynka, the other pilots I've been working with are Kikia Truzhari, Kalaratiri, and last (but certainly not least!) Alexandra Jovakko.
I like being back in Ebolfer. It used to be such a quiet system, where I could almost meditate while my ship's mining lasers cycle through. I've noticed more enemy traffic in Ebolfer than the last time I lived there, however, so I've already had a fair share of conflicts.
Did I mention my love interest? I'm dating the aforementioned Alexandra Jovakko. She's a lot like other Caldari women I've met: cold, distant, and professional when in public but very warm and passionate when in smaller groups. She's amazing. That's not to say the relationship doesn't have its own issues (none of which are the fault of either her or I), but we've agreed to make it work. I like this!
The past few weeks have been filled with mining and building frigates. I hope this cache of frigates will come in handy; I plan on handing them out for free to Teraa Matar and other such groups. Hopefully there will be a larger gang roam in the future!
Oh, and dreadlocks. I have them now.
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