Begin personal log, Thursday October 29th, 111.
Kimochi can be seen walking slowly through a corridor in a starship. She is wearing an electronic eye patch and a long black leather coat, trailing her gloved fingers of her left hand over the wall as she walks. The corridor is narrow and metallic with a red line running along it at about waist height, betraying the ship's Carthum design. Occasionally she passes members of the crew who greet her with a respectful nod. She take an electronic clipboard from a passing crew member and glances over the contents.
I had a few surprises last weekend. I figured it had been too long since I'd jacked into my pod, so I decided to help a few of the Ghosts clear our a Rogue Drone nest that had appeared in Goinard. I felt energized after smashing apart a few of the disgusting creatures with my Retribution's lasers, so when the call in our intel channel for assistance in taking down a Myrmidon a few jumps away was raised, I jumped into the Seraphim's Tears once more to go help out. The Myrmidon was completely overwhealmed of course, and I headed back to base with that warm glow you get after a successful kill.
She hands the clipboard back to the crew member and continues walking through the corridor, passing by a few windows displaying a view of a Gallentean hangar.
I decided to head to The Last Gate to relax a bit.. Ethan and Demetri were there and we had an interesting discussion about the merits of Battlecruisers and Command Ships. Recently I've run a few test simulations using an Absolution-class as the subject and I've had mixed success... The ship handles very well. It has very efficient defenses and it's firepower is certainly impressive. But I've noticed that it's possible to get a Harbinger to perform almost as well for a fraction of the cost!
I explained this to Ethan and Demetri who generally agreed with my opinion. Ethan did explain though that he happened to have a spare Absolution-class sitting in his hangar, and that he would sell it to me if I decided I wanted one. I thanked him for the offer and told him I'd contact him about it when I was ready.
The following morning I woke up to discover that an Absolution had been delivered to my hangar along with a full crew compliment, as well as a lovely note from Ethan explaining that he wanted me to have something to to work towards in the short term - a get well soon gift of sorts.
She smiles to herself as she finishes that sentence.
She's a beautiful ship, and the crew all seem to be pleased to be under my command... I don't honestly know what to say, it's probably the most expensive gift I've ever recieved! As grateful as I am, I'm not ready to fly her yet. I've been studying how to interface with a Command Ship systems and it's... Well, it's rather complicated. More complicated than any other ship I've ever flown, moreso even than some battleships - or so I'm told. I will need some time to learn how to make the most efficient use of her subsystems before I will feel confident undocking her. In the meantime I have a few modifications I need to have completed and of course she needs a name...
She comes to a large squareish portal in the wall connected to a corridor which is clearly of a different design to the rest of the ship - a docking umbilical. She walks inside towards the other end and part of the red and golden exterior of the huge command ship can be seen through the umbilical's windows.
Oh, and that reminds me... That same night I paid a visit to the Hellcats Pub for their party. I've never seen so many capsuleers gathered all in one place, and from what I understand it was a huge success for Mynxee and the Hellcats. I had an absolutely fantastic time, made even better by the fact that I somehow managed to win a Gila-class Cruiser in the raffle! I've never flown a Caldari designed ship before so I have little understanding of how they work. I have heard a rumour that the Gila will be recieving a Guristas firmware update sometime soon which will make it a very deadly combat vessel... Maybe I'll dip my toes into the world of Caldari warships when I'm done with command ships...
She smiles wryly to herself as she reaches out to touch a button on the camera drone. The bulk of the Absolution can be seen through a window behind her as the video ends.
End log.
10/29/2009
10/20/2009
Stepping Down
Begin personal log, Tuesday October 20th, 111. Audio Only.
I've had to resign my place on the directorate. The decision was not entirely my own but Myrhial is right, I can't continue like this... There is no point in me being a director if I can't do my job properly.
A heavy sigh.
Giving up my position has been hard, I've been a director for just under a year and a half and having to quit now makes me feel like a failure. The others have been supportive, telling me that I did the best I could and that they are grateful for the work I have done, but that doesn't stop me feeling like I've lost something. I know it's for the best really... But I miss it regardless.
This of course means that I've lost a lot of my contacts in the Cartel which means I might not be able to help Celia as much as I'd hoped I could. I'll have to think of another way.
More bad news, I lost the Nova Flow a few days ago. I was in a combined Veto and Ghost Festival fleet, tracking down a group of four Ferox-class battlecruisers in Nadire. Yishal and I were in Lermireve sitting on the gate we thought they would come by, and sure enough they dropped out of warp right ontop of us. I was the first to open fire, and all four Feroxes - along with the sentry turrets - responded by firing back. Yishal called primary, but I had some trouble switching targets which resulted in my firepower being spread over two vessels. The rest of our fleet started to arrive, but we were too strung out so they turned up in dribs and drabs, with our remote-repair Dominix being the last to arrive. He didn't have time to target and repair me before I had to give the order to abandon ship, but I managed to take one of them down with me.
The fleet tore apart the remaining three Feroxes with little other difficulty. I was feeling a little dejected at the loss of the Nova Flow and most of it's crew, despite it's sacrifice allowing us to nail three battlecruisers in a row. In retrospect though I'm pleased it went down the way it did, and not to some stupid blob or gate camp. I went out again that night with the rest of the corp in the Wraith as part of a forward scouting party. We managed two kills and only one minor loss due to an honest mistake. When we got back I discovered that Repentence had replaced Nova Flow for me too, so not a bad end to the night. I must remember to repay her for that.
There is a short, thoughtful pause.
I've still not really been outside my quarters since the mutation. Morwen and Repentence came over to try and convince me to go to the Three Sisters party, but I refused. Aside from that and a meeting with Ethan to discuss my thoughts about me stepping down from the directorate, I've had almost zero social contact since I left the VCS Lucifer. Maybe I'll pay a visit to The Last Gate or something tonight if I'm feeling better about myself.
End log.
I've had to resign my place on the directorate. The decision was not entirely my own but Myrhial is right, I can't continue like this... There is no point in me being a director if I can't do my job properly.
A heavy sigh.
Giving up my position has been hard, I've been a director for just under a year and a half and having to quit now makes me feel like a failure. The others have been supportive, telling me that I did the best I could and that they are grateful for the work I have done, but that doesn't stop me feeling like I've lost something. I know it's for the best really... But I miss it regardless.
This of course means that I've lost a lot of my contacts in the Cartel which means I might not be able to help Celia as much as I'd hoped I could. I'll have to think of another way.
More bad news, I lost the Nova Flow a few days ago. I was in a combined Veto and Ghost Festival fleet, tracking down a group of four Ferox-class battlecruisers in Nadire. Yishal and I were in Lermireve sitting on the gate we thought they would come by, and sure enough they dropped out of warp right ontop of us. I was the first to open fire, and all four Feroxes - along with the sentry turrets - responded by firing back. Yishal called primary, but I had some trouble switching targets which resulted in my firepower being spread over two vessels. The rest of our fleet started to arrive, but we were too strung out so they turned up in dribs and drabs, with our remote-repair Dominix being the last to arrive. He didn't have time to target and repair me before I had to give the order to abandon ship, but I managed to take one of them down with me.
The fleet tore apart the remaining three Feroxes with little other difficulty. I was feeling a little dejected at the loss of the Nova Flow and most of it's crew, despite it's sacrifice allowing us to nail three battlecruisers in a row. In retrospect though I'm pleased it went down the way it did, and not to some stupid blob or gate camp. I went out again that night with the rest of the corp in the Wraith as part of a forward scouting party. We managed two kills and only one minor loss due to an honest mistake. When we got back I discovered that Repentence had replaced Nova Flow for me too, so not a bad end to the night. I must remember to repay her for that.
There is a short, thoughtful pause.
I've still not really been outside my quarters since the mutation. Morwen and Repentence came over to try and convince me to go to the Three Sisters party, but I refused. Aside from that and a meeting with Ethan to discuss my thoughts about me stepping down from the directorate, I've had almost zero social contact since I left the VCS Lucifer. Maybe I'll pay a visit to The Last Gate or something tonight if I'm feeling better about myself.
End log.
10/08/2009
Needle in a Haystack
Begin personal log, Thursday October 8th, 111. Audio Only.
I'm currently staying on Vincent's carrier, the VCS Lucifer. I've never been on a Thanatos-class before and it's a lot bigger than I thought. You can see it's Gallentean heritage everywhere, all organic flowing curves and soft lighting. It's been modified too, a big section of the crew quarters has been converted into a representation of a mansion on Luminaire. He's even installed a holographic sky and climate control systems linked to weather satellites in orbit around the planet itself... Very sentimental of him.
I'm not sure how he heard about what happened to me, but he came barging into the ward where I was being held and practically swept me up into his arms to bring me here. He didn't feel the medics at the infirmary on the CONCORD station were treating me right... It was sweet, but I'm worried he's going to get himself into trouble over it.
Anyway... Apparently he's taken it upon himself to try and find my original body. He has an entire fully-staffed astrometrics suite and science lab onboard this ship which he is hoping to use to track it down... He's called it 'Project Artemis'. Cute.
Honestly though, I think he is wasting his time. There is no way he will be able to find the body and even if he does the chances of getting a workable sample from it are tiny. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, the fact that he is even trying means the world to me... It just seems like such a huge waste of resources.
On the upside, the mutation seems to have slowed down. It's now covering the right side of my face and chest, and I've not noticed anything new for the last three days. It looks kind of like big ugly purple tendrils of scar tissue, a bit like stretch marks I guess. My right eye though is just... disgusting. No way am I going out in public with that on show. It's all swollen and misshapen, and it... it leaks. Ugh.
There is a party this weekend at the Three Sisters club. I really want to go but I can't - not like this. The theme is 'Elegance' and... well... I don't feel very elegant right now.
End log.
I'm currently staying on Vincent's carrier, the VCS Lucifer. I've never been on a Thanatos-class before and it's a lot bigger than I thought. You can see it's Gallentean heritage everywhere, all organic flowing curves and soft lighting. It's been modified too, a big section of the crew quarters has been converted into a representation of a mansion on Luminaire. He's even installed a holographic sky and climate control systems linked to weather satellites in orbit around the planet itself... Very sentimental of him.
I'm not sure how he heard about what happened to me, but he came barging into the ward where I was being held and practically swept me up into his arms to bring me here. He didn't feel the medics at the infirmary on the CONCORD station were treating me right... It was sweet, but I'm worried he's going to get himself into trouble over it.
Anyway... Apparently he's taken it upon himself to try and find my original body. He has an entire fully-staffed astrometrics suite and science lab onboard this ship which he is hoping to use to track it down... He's called it 'Project Artemis'. Cute.
Honestly though, I think he is wasting his time. There is no way he will be able to find the body and even if he does the chances of getting a workable sample from it are tiny. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, the fact that he is even trying means the world to me... It just seems like such a huge waste of resources.
On the upside, the mutation seems to have slowed down. It's now covering the right side of my face and chest, and I've not noticed anything new for the last three days. It looks kind of like big ugly purple tendrils of scar tissue, a bit like stretch marks I guess. My right eye though is just... disgusting. No way am I going out in public with that on show. It's all swollen and misshapen, and it... it leaks. Ugh.
There is a party this weekend at the Three Sisters club. I really want to go but I can't - not like this. The theme is 'Elegance' and... well... I don't feel very elegant right now.
End log.
9/28/2009
Malignance
Begin personal log, Monday September 28th, 111. Audio only.
I'm updating this entry from the infirmary. My whole right arm is covered in bandages and it hurts like hell... It's all... malformed.
I came straight here after the incident on Wednesday, and I've been prodded and poked and had to provide a multitude of blood and skin cell samples... They think it's being caused by a defect in the genetic sample taken from my original body - the one used to grow my clones. I... I knew the sample was defective because... because of what happened before. But I had no idea the effects would be so far-reaching. I didn't even know it was possible for something like this to happen.
The worst thing is, it's spreading. It started in my right hand, but within a few days it's spread to cover my whole right arm... They don't know how far it'll spread or what other effects it might have, so they are keeping me here under 'observation'. Huh.. That's all these damn medics can do it seems, 'observe'. I'm sick of being treated like a fucking science project. They say they are working on a solution, but I already know they can't reverse it... They need a sample from my original body and God only knows where that is now.
I told Myrhial about it, and Repentence came to visit me the other night. They are the only two who know thus far... I'm trying to keep it as hidden as I can...
There is a pause as Kimochi's voice begins to tremble. She inhales deeply, trying to gether herself.
Oh God... What's happening to me?
End log.
I'm updating this entry from the infirmary. My whole right arm is covered in bandages and it hurts like hell... It's all... malformed.
I came straight here after the incident on Wednesday, and I've been prodded and poked and had to provide a multitude of blood and skin cell samples... They think it's being caused by a defect in the genetic sample taken from my original body - the one used to grow my clones. I... I knew the sample was defective because... because of what happened before. But I had no idea the effects would be so far-reaching. I didn't even know it was possible for something like this to happen.
The worst thing is, it's spreading. It started in my right hand, but within a few days it's spread to cover my whole right arm... They don't know how far it'll spread or what other effects it might have, so they are keeping me here under 'observation'. Huh.. That's all these damn medics can do it seems, 'observe'. I'm sick of being treated like a fucking science project. They say they are working on a solution, but I already know they can't reverse it... They need a sample from my original body and God only knows where that is now.
I told Myrhial about it, and Repentence came to visit me the other night. They are the only two who know thus far... I'm trying to keep it as hidden as I can...
There is a pause as Kimochi's voice begins to tremble. She inhales deeply, trying to gether herself.
Oh God... What's happening to me?
End log.
9/23/2009
Old Wounds
Begin personal log, Wednesday September 23rd, 111.
Kimochi is sitting at her dressing table in a white silk dressing gown applying makeup to her face.
It's been quite some time since I last updated this... Not for want of anything worth reporting, I just havn't had the drive lately. Saw my little camera drone sitting in the corner over there and thought "What the hell."
So, there have been more than a few changes recently... Several members have left, and not all on good terms I might add. Vincent left for Veto too, although I still talk to him at least... He's changed a lot recently, I don't think he took breaking up with Kelsy too well. Despite everything, I thought they were actually very good for eachother... I guess I was wrong.
The Skyhook officially re-opened a couple of weeks back... That was one hell of a party. Myrhial managed to convince Andreus Ixiris to DJ live from the premises, and towards the end he announced quite suddenly that he was leaving the Federation. Brought on by the Federal Militia's sound defeat at the hands of the Caldari, no doubt. There are rumours he will be joining Veto, although I'm not sure where he is or what he is doing at the moment... I've been rather out of touch with current events recently.
Oh! And I've been attending Nobu's swordfighting classes... I'm not very good though, I'm not really built for that kind of thing. He says I need to learn to concentrate more, but his instructions are always so vague it's hard to follow him. Perhaps I should leave it for now and do it when I have less on my mind.
She finishes applying her makeup but continues to preen infront of the mirror, adjusting her hair, appearing to be deciding whether to wear it up or down.
Which reminds me, Celia approached me the other night with a rather interesting problem. Apparently she wants a gentleman tracked down and interrogated... He's an ex govener named Brond who knows something about Ms. DeKline's mother. I've sent out a few feelers to try and work out where he is hiding... Working for the Cartel certainly does have it's advantages when you want to find out where people's bolt holes are. I should hear back from them within a few da-OW!
Kimochi cradles her hand in pain as she catches one of her elegantly polished purple nails on the edge of an ornate wooden box when she reaches for a hair clip. She opens her hands and gasps in shock as she sees her fingers covered in blood - the nail appears to have come loose from her fingertip and is hanging on by a thread. She gingerly removes it, her face contorting in pain as she does so.
Ahhh Shit, I'll have to stop by the infirmary... What the hell..? Oh God...
Her expression changes from mild annoyance to horror as blood begins to slowly well up from around the other fingernails on her right hand. She lashes out with her left hand towards the camera drone and franticly switches it off.
Kimochi is sitting at her dressing table in a white silk dressing gown applying makeup to her face.
It's been quite some time since I last updated this... Not for want of anything worth reporting, I just havn't had the drive lately. Saw my little camera drone sitting in the corner over there and thought "What the hell."
So, there have been more than a few changes recently... Several members have left, and not all on good terms I might add. Vincent left for Veto too, although I still talk to him at least... He's changed a lot recently, I don't think he took breaking up with Kelsy too well. Despite everything, I thought they were actually very good for eachother... I guess I was wrong.
The Skyhook officially re-opened a couple of weeks back... That was one hell of a party. Myrhial managed to convince Andreus Ixiris to DJ live from the premises, and towards the end he announced quite suddenly that he was leaving the Federation. Brought on by the Federal Militia's sound defeat at the hands of the Caldari, no doubt. There are rumours he will be joining Veto, although I'm not sure where he is or what he is doing at the moment... I've been rather out of touch with current events recently.
Oh! And I've been attending Nobu's swordfighting classes... I'm not very good though, I'm not really built for that kind of thing. He says I need to learn to concentrate more, but his instructions are always so vague it's hard to follow him. Perhaps I should leave it for now and do it when I have less on my mind.
She finishes applying her makeup but continues to preen infront of the mirror, adjusting her hair, appearing to be deciding whether to wear it up or down.
Which reminds me, Celia approached me the other night with a rather interesting problem. Apparently she wants a gentleman tracked down and interrogated... He's an ex govener named Brond who knows something about Ms. DeKline's mother. I've sent out a few feelers to try and work out where he is hiding... Working for the Cartel certainly does have it's advantages when you want to find out where people's bolt holes are. I should hear back from them within a few da-OW!
Kimochi cradles her hand in pain as she catches one of her elegantly polished purple nails on the edge of an ornate wooden box when she reaches for a hair clip. She opens her hands and gasps in shock as she sees her fingers covered in blood - the nail appears to have come loose from her fingertip and is hanging on by a thread. She gingerly removes it, her face contorting in pain as she does so.
Ahhh Shit, I'll have to stop by the infirmary... What the hell..? Oh God...
Her expression changes from mild annoyance to horror as blood begins to slowly well up from around the other fingernails on her right hand. She lashes out with her left hand towards the camera drone and franticly switches it off.
6/11/2009
The Painful Truth
Begin log, Thursday June 11th 111. Audio Only.
Well, so much for not ending up as a notch on someone’s bedpost. Shit, what was I thinking? Myrhial would have my head if she found out. It’s not the first time wine, loneliness and raging hormones have gotten me in trouble but still…
In all fairness, I should probably step down. I’ve abused my position and the trust of the other directors - I no longer deserve their respect or the respect of the people under my command. But no… I’m going to go one better. The corp has grown fat and lazy recently… We’ve become too comfortable here, and we’re losing our edge. I plan on changing that… I’m going to whip this group back into shape, even if it kills me.
Additionally since Yishal obviously isn’t going to find the time to do it like she promised, I’ve decided to take the initiative and learn about swordplay on my own. I’ve managed to track down a man who might be able to help: Nobu Kashiri. He maintains a small dojo planetside a few jumps into highsec… I’ll have to use a pseudonym and travel via public transport – as much as the thought repulses me, it’s the only way I’ll manage to get there without the authorities discovering me. I need this though… I’m hoping it’ll help me regain my focus.
It’s about time I grew the hell up and accepted some responsibility.
End log.
Well, so much for not ending up as a notch on someone’s bedpost. Shit, what was I thinking? Myrhial would have my head if she found out. It’s not the first time wine, loneliness and raging hormones have gotten me in trouble but still…
In all fairness, I should probably step down. I’ve abused my position and the trust of the other directors - I no longer deserve their respect or the respect of the people under my command. But no… I’m going to go one better. The corp has grown fat and lazy recently… We’ve become too comfortable here, and we’re losing our edge. I plan on changing that… I’m going to whip this group back into shape, even if it kills me.
Additionally since Yishal obviously isn’t going to find the time to do it like she promised, I’ve decided to take the initiative and learn about swordplay on my own. I’ve managed to track down a man who might be able to help: Nobu Kashiri. He maintains a small dojo planetside a few jumps into highsec… I’ll have to use a pseudonym and travel via public transport – as much as the thought repulses me, it’s the only way I’ll manage to get there without the authorities discovering me. I need this though… I’m hoping it’ll help me regain my focus.
It’s about time I grew the hell up and accepted some responsibility.
End log.
6/02/2009
Good Honest Piracy
Begin personal log, Tuesday June 2nd, 111.
So last weekend I managed to finally find the time and the drive to undock with a few friends and 'see the sights' of the surrounding systems. Some patrols have been more eventful than others, but I have now at least given the Seraphim's Tears a taste for blood by sinking it's claws into a victim or two...
I also had quite possibly the most amusing kill of my entire career on Friday. Yishal, Myrhial, Vincent, Milo and I decided to conduct a small unofficial Heavy Assault Cruiser roam. Myrhial was scouting in her Pilgrim along with Milo who was providing tackle support with an Ares, and myself, Yishal and Vincent brought the damage with two Zealots and a Vagabond. We where sitting on a gate in Vitrauze waiting for Myrhial to give the all-clear for us to jump through, when suddenly the gate registered two incoming ships. Not knowing what they where, we all tensed up and waited for them to show themselves...
The first ship to decloak was a Badger MKII, with a Mastodon immediately after. I anticipated Yishal's order and scrambled the Mastodon's warp drive. We then started eating through it's shields which were surprisingly powerful. Regardless, my Zealot's armour easily widthstood the cannon fire from the sentries long enough for us to tear the hauler to pieces and warp off to wait for our GCC to cool down. Meanwhile, Milo investigated the wreck, but unfortunately very little of note was left in the remains.
When we looked at the ship destruction log however, we discovered something quite extraordinary. The Mastodon was carrying over 58,000 crates of Spiced Wine, with a value of 994 million ISK! The ship's total value, including fittings and cargo was over 1.13 billion ISK! And every single bottle was destroyed in the explosion!!
So it was both hillariously funny and immensely frustrating at the same time. What I would have given to have had Myrhial head back to base, pick up the Corp Mascot and drag it all back to Goinard. I can't help but feel a little guilty though... We must have spoiled one hell of a party.
The Seraphim's Tears proved it's worth yet again on Saturday night when Yishal brought a group of Drake-class battlecruisers to our attention which where hopping from belt-to-belt in Kurniainen destroying Serpentis warships. Mortis, Inara and I suited up and undocked, travelling the 9 jumps there to see if we could relieve these capsuleers from some of their hard-earned money.
Inara jumped in first in Jinx - her Malediction Interceptor and acquired a point on one of the Drakes which was on it's own in the belt. Mort and I jumped in shortly after, and warped straight to Inara. As we started stripping the battlecruiser of it's shields, two more Drakes warped in and started targetting me. All three battlecruisers opened fire on me, tearing my shields off with very little effort, however my armour proved to be much tougher than they anticipated.
One of the Drakes activated a Microwarp drive and got close enough to me to warp scramble me, which I countered by webifying him, slowing him down enough for me to boost away. Mortis deployed EC-300 drones to break his target lock on me. By this point, the first Drake's hull had collapsed under the combined fire of Mortis' artillery and my pulse laser cannons, and I managed to warp away to recharge some of my capacitor energy and repair some of the damage to my armour.
I warped back in a few seconds later and resumed the attack on the second Drake which went down like a ton of bricks. The third Drake, demoralized after seeing both of his companions torn apart so efficiently, decided to escape while he still could.
It had been a while since I'd felt the adrenaline rush that a proper fight gives, but despite that it couldn't have gone better. Picking up anything of value from the wreckage, we made our way back to Goinard feeling rather satisfied with ourselves.
End log.
So last weekend I managed to finally find the time and the drive to undock with a few friends and 'see the sights' of the surrounding systems. Some patrols have been more eventful than others, but I have now at least given the Seraphim's Tears a taste for blood by sinking it's claws into a victim or two...
I also had quite possibly the most amusing kill of my entire career on Friday. Yishal, Myrhial, Vincent, Milo and I decided to conduct a small unofficial Heavy Assault Cruiser roam. Myrhial was scouting in her Pilgrim along with Milo who was providing tackle support with an Ares, and myself, Yishal and Vincent brought the damage with two Zealots and a Vagabond. We where sitting on a gate in Vitrauze waiting for Myrhial to give the all-clear for us to jump through, when suddenly the gate registered two incoming ships. Not knowing what they where, we all tensed up and waited for them to show themselves...
The first ship to decloak was a Badger MKII, with a Mastodon immediately after. I anticipated Yishal's order and scrambled the Mastodon's warp drive. We then started eating through it's shields which were surprisingly powerful. Regardless, my Zealot's armour easily widthstood the cannon fire from the sentries long enough for us to tear the hauler to pieces and warp off to wait for our GCC to cool down. Meanwhile, Milo investigated the wreck, but unfortunately very little of note was left in the remains.
When we looked at the ship destruction log however, we discovered something quite extraordinary. The Mastodon was carrying over 58,000 crates of Spiced Wine, with a value of 994 million ISK! The ship's total value, including fittings and cargo was over 1.13 billion ISK! And every single bottle was destroyed in the explosion!!
So it was both hillariously funny and immensely frustrating at the same time. What I would have given to have had Myrhial head back to base, pick up the Corp Mascot and drag it all back to Goinard. I can't help but feel a little guilty though... We must have spoiled one hell of a party.
The Seraphim's Tears proved it's worth yet again on Saturday night when Yishal brought a group of Drake-class battlecruisers to our attention which where hopping from belt-to-belt in Kurniainen destroying Serpentis warships. Mortis, Inara and I suited up and undocked, travelling the 9 jumps there to see if we could relieve these capsuleers from some of their hard-earned money.
Inara jumped in first in Jinx - her Malediction Interceptor and acquired a point on one of the Drakes which was on it's own in the belt. Mort and I jumped in shortly after, and warped straight to Inara. As we started stripping the battlecruiser of it's shields, two more Drakes warped in and started targetting me. All three battlecruisers opened fire on me, tearing my shields off with very little effort, however my armour proved to be much tougher than they anticipated.
One of the Drakes activated a Microwarp drive and got close enough to me to warp scramble me, which I countered by webifying him, slowing him down enough for me to boost away. Mortis deployed EC-300 drones to break his target lock on me. By this point, the first Drake's hull had collapsed under the combined fire of Mortis' artillery and my pulse laser cannons, and I managed to warp away to recharge some of my capacitor energy and repair some of the damage to my armour.
I warped back in a few seconds later and resumed the attack on the second Drake which went down like a ton of bricks. The third Drake, demoralized after seeing both of his companions torn apart so efficiently, decided to escape while he still could.
It had been a while since I'd felt the adrenaline rush that a proper fight gives, but despite that it couldn't have gone better. Picking up anything of value from the wreckage, we made our way back to Goinard feeling rather satisfied with ourselves.
End log.
6/01/2009
Back on track
Begin personal log, Monday June 1st 111.
The video log begins, showing a view of Kimochi's bedroom. The bed itself is a huge clear glass four-poster. Kimochi steps away from the camera drone and sits down on the bed, beginning to remove her shoes. The glass of the bed turns a subtle shade of light pink when she sits on it.
If the colour of the bed didn't tell you already, I'm in a rather good mood. I had a wonderful time on Friday night, and I'm feeling much better about... Well, everything. Among other things I've made my peace with all the unpleasantness concerning Vince and Kelsy. As far as I'm concerned, I want them to be very happy together.
She kicks off both shoes and swings her legs up onto the bed so that she's lying on her back. She looks at the ceiling while she speaks.
Speaking of Friday night... Koronakesh brought a friend home to play - Aefee I think her name was. A Praetorian friend of his who decided it'd be a good idea to try some of Vince's 80% proof Absinthe, and nearly ended up in the infirmary. I visited Koro's apartment with some fresh clothes for her and checked her out... She was lucky. I'm a little annoyed that I've not recieved a thankyou at all, both for helping Koro look after the poor thing and for the clothes I gave her. Still, she is a Praetorian so I suppose silent gratitude is the only type I could expect.
I had a chat with Koro that same night while Aefee was sleeping off the booze. He's... An interesting man. Confused... Somewhat lost I think. And he most definately has no idea what he wants... Both from life and from women. He's quite charming though, in his own way... he's been making it fairly obvious that he's interested in me but given his track record I'm very much erring on the side of caution with him. I've been dancing with him a few times, and I've greatly enjoyed it... but... well... a relationship is quite honestly the last thing on my mind at the moment, especially after Vince. And Koro's last relationship ended rather suddenly and rather messily less than two weeks ago, so another relationship would probably be unwise for him as well - not that he'd listen to me if I told him that. Even without taking all that into consideration, from what I understand of him he goes through women like autocannon rounds - and I'll be damned if I'm going to end up as a notch on someone's bedpost.
She inspects one of her fingernails for a moment, her other arm supporting her head on the red silken pillow. She seems to remember something.
Oh, and I spoke to Repentence and Inara the other night too. It seems they approve of my taste in clothing... Particularly a certain black dress I wore to The Skyhook one night. I've arranged for Sebastien to pay me a visit so that he can take their measurements and discuss ideas with them for what kind of thing the might like. He's not cheap, but you definately get what you pay for with fashion design... I should be recieving a reply from him shortly to confirm if he is able to make it here. It should prove to be a fun evening... I'll have to make sure to keep the drinks cabinet stocked if I am having guests. I might even get some use out of the hot tub...
End log.
The video log begins, showing a view of Kimochi's bedroom. The bed itself is a huge clear glass four-poster. Kimochi steps away from the camera drone and sits down on the bed, beginning to remove her shoes. The glass of the bed turns a subtle shade of light pink when she sits on it.
If the colour of the bed didn't tell you already, I'm in a rather good mood. I had a wonderful time on Friday night, and I'm feeling much better about... Well, everything. Among other things I've made my peace with all the unpleasantness concerning Vince and Kelsy. As far as I'm concerned, I want them to be very happy together.
She kicks off both shoes and swings her legs up onto the bed so that she's lying on her back. She looks at the ceiling while she speaks.
Speaking of Friday night... Koronakesh brought a friend home to play - Aefee I think her name was. A Praetorian friend of his who decided it'd be a good idea to try some of Vince's 80% proof Absinthe, and nearly ended up in the infirmary. I visited Koro's apartment with some fresh clothes for her and checked her out... She was lucky. I'm a little annoyed that I've not recieved a thankyou at all, both for helping Koro look after the poor thing and for the clothes I gave her. Still, she is a Praetorian so I suppose silent gratitude is the only type I could expect.
I had a chat with Koro that same night while Aefee was sleeping off the booze. He's... An interesting man. Confused... Somewhat lost I think. And he most definately has no idea what he wants... Both from life and from women. He's quite charming though, in his own way... he's been making it fairly obvious that he's interested in me but given his track record I'm very much erring on the side of caution with him. I've been dancing with him a few times, and I've greatly enjoyed it... but... well... a relationship is quite honestly the last thing on my mind at the moment, especially after Vince. And Koro's last relationship ended rather suddenly and rather messily less than two weeks ago, so another relationship would probably be unwise for him as well - not that he'd listen to me if I told him that. Even without taking all that into consideration, from what I understand of him he goes through women like autocannon rounds - and I'll be damned if I'm going to end up as a notch on someone's bedpost.
She inspects one of her fingernails for a moment, her other arm supporting her head on the red silken pillow. She seems to remember something.
Oh, and I spoke to Repentence and Inara the other night too. It seems they approve of my taste in clothing... Particularly a certain black dress I wore to The Skyhook one night. I've arranged for Sebastien to pay me a visit so that he can take their measurements and discuss ideas with them for what kind of thing the might like. He's not cheap, but you definately get what you pay for with fashion design... I should be recieving a reply from him shortly to confirm if he is able to make it here. It should prove to be a fun evening... I'll have to make sure to keep the drinks cabinet stocked if I am having guests. I might even get some use out of the hot tub...
End log.
5/14/2009
Moving Home
Begin personal log, Thursday May 14th 111.
The video entry begins, showing Kimochi standing in a different quarters to before. It is a huge open-plan apartment, with doors leading to different rooms, suggesting that the quarters are much bigger than just this one huge room. It is much larger than her previous one, and is very stylishly decorated. The room itself is an interesting mix of Gallente and Caldari styling, with soft spot-lighting giving a homely yet stylish feel. Most of Kimochi's personal effects appear to have been unpacked, and she seems to have bought a large amount of new (and very expensive looking) furniture. There are a few small boxes still dotted around however. On one side is a huge armourglass window looking outside the station, and on the other side is a glass screen-door leading to a spacious wood-decked balcony that overlooks the entertainment and shopping concourse with a bubbling 7-seater hot tub.
The camera follows Kimochi as she places bottles of liquor in a large illuminated glass drinks cabinet situated behind a black granite-topped bar in the main living area.
So the move is finally over with... I had a little 'chat' with the station administrator - Uma Tyrell - and managed to ensure our members where given the nicest apartments on the station. A few of them where already occupied, but a few credits here and a careful explaination there, and they soon saw our point of view. I still can't believe we are actually setting up shop in a CONCORD station of all places! I must say, find the irony quite delicious...
The move itself went off almost flawlessly... Tasaka did have his Sigil blown up by a Veto gang as he was bringing in a few bits and pieces to refit my Harbinger... Fortunately a there was not a large amount of monetary loss, and I have promised to replace Tasaka's ship with a Blockade Runner as soon as he is able to pilot one effectively. I've also applied for him to join PRELI so that this doesn't happen again. The families of his crew have all been paid off as usual, and the Veto pilots have made it clear that they are very sorry... Not their fault really. Despite that little hiccup everyone seems to be settling in nicely, and we're even had a few joint operations with Veto which have been met with reasonable success considering our unfamiliarity with the region.
I've yet to have a proper look around Sinq Laison myself yet. The administration that comes with moving an entire corp from one side of the cluster to the other, combined with having to pack up everything I own, then unpack it again - coupled with buying an entire apartment's worth of new furniture has left me with little time to do any actual pirating... A fact I am hoping to put right at some point this week. Oh, and I've been thinking recently about buying a Zealot Heavy Assault Cruiser... I've heard very good things about them, and I'm finally able to use one to it's full potential. I'll use that while I'm training my missile support skills up to a point where I can use that Sacrilege the corp bought me for my anniversary.
She dusts off a bottle of luminous blue liquor and places it in the drinks cabinet, closing the glass doors. She heads over to a set of very stylish and expensive looking leather sofas in a circular depressed section of the floor, in the middle of which is a fire pit with a stainless steel smoke extractor over the top and sits down, kicking off her shoes.
Fire on.
The fire pit switches on automatically, bathing the room in a warm glow. Kimochi visibly relaxes against the sofa and closes her eyes for a moment.
I think I'm going to like it here.
She opens on eye and grins at the camera.
End log.
The video entry begins, showing Kimochi standing in a different quarters to before. It is a huge open-plan apartment, with doors leading to different rooms, suggesting that the quarters are much bigger than just this one huge room. It is much larger than her previous one, and is very stylishly decorated. The room itself is an interesting mix of Gallente and Caldari styling, with soft spot-lighting giving a homely yet stylish feel. Most of Kimochi's personal effects appear to have been unpacked, and she seems to have bought a large amount of new (and very expensive looking) furniture. There are a few small boxes still dotted around however. On one side is a huge armourglass window looking outside the station, and on the other side is a glass screen-door leading to a spacious wood-decked balcony that overlooks the entertainment and shopping concourse with a bubbling 7-seater hot tub.
The camera follows Kimochi as she places bottles of liquor in a large illuminated glass drinks cabinet situated behind a black granite-topped bar in the main living area.
So the move is finally over with... I had a little 'chat' with the station administrator - Uma Tyrell - and managed to ensure our members where given the nicest apartments on the station. A few of them where already occupied, but a few credits here and a careful explaination there, and they soon saw our point of view. I still can't believe we are actually setting up shop in a CONCORD station of all places! I must say, find the irony quite delicious...
The move itself went off almost flawlessly... Tasaka did have his Sigil blown up by a Veto gang as he was bringing in a few bits and pieces to refit my Harbinger... Fortunately a there was not a large amount of monetary loss, and I have promised to replace Tasaka's ship with a Blockade Runner as soon as he is able to pilot one effectively. I've also applied for him to join PRELI so that this doesn't happen again. The families of his crew have all been paid off as usual, and the Veto pilots have made it clear that they are very sorry... Not their fault really. Despite that little hiccup everyone seems to be settling in nicely, and we're even had a few joint operations with Veto which have been met with reasonable success considering our unfamiliarity with the region.
I've yet to have a proper look around Sinq Laison myself yet. The administration that comes with moving an entire corp from one side of the cluster to the other, combined with having to pack up everything I own, then unpack it again - coupled with buying an entire apartment's worth of new furniture has left me with little time to do any actual pirating... A fact I am hoping to put right at some point this week. Oh, and I've been thinking recently about buying a Zealot Heavy Assault Cruiser... I've heard very good things about them, and I'm finally able to use one to it's full potential. I'll use that while I'm training my missile support skills up to a point where I can use that Sacrilege the corp bought me for my anniversary.
She dusts off a bottle of luminous blue liquor and places it in the drinks cabinet, closing the glass doors. She heads over to a set of very stylish and expensive looking leather sofas in a circular depressed section of the floor, in the middle of which is a fire pit with a stainless steel smoke extractor over the top and sits down, kicking off her shoes.
Fire on.
The fire pit switches on automatically, bathing the room in a warm glow. Kimochi visibly relaxes against the sofa and closes her eyes for a moment.
I think I'm going to like it here.
She opens on eye and grins at the camera.
End log.
5/01/2009
Burnout
Begin personal log, Friday May 1st 111.
I've been feeling really burnt-out recently. Just the thought of jacking into my pod is giving me a headache, so I decided to take the last few days off. I spent some time planetside, got some actual fresh air for a change... It's weird how much you appreciate the simplest of things, like being able to stand on actual soil and take a deep breath of unprocessed air, or even feel the wind on your face. Things that people like me don't get to experience every day... Sometimes I envy the ground-pounders and their naive simplicity. Sometimes.
I caught up with Rathera again and took her out to the promenade on the Ishomilken station. Anyone would have thought she'd never been in a shop before, judging by the look on her face as we browsed through a few different stores... I gave my advice on a few outfits, and we bought a few things. I probably shouldn't spend money in places non-capsuleers frequent, but what the hell... There where some good items there, and Rathera looks beautiful when she takes the time dress up. I hope she enjoyed herself, and I gave her a few ideas for the future in any case.
I also spent some time with Nausea, and we had a kind of 'girls' night in'... It turns out we have very similar interests, and I had such a good time with her. I think she had fun too... Apart from anything else, it was nice to just be able to relax and do what I want... It's nice to know that she still considers me a friend, even after almost a year. We have a lot to catch up on, and I made her promise to come visit me someday.
Oh, which reminds me I must speak to Kyoko, preferably in-person. I'll see if Tasaka can pick up a bottle of Soju from Rens for her... It's remarkably hard to get hold of in Devoid, and I'm still not exactly sure what Kyoko's opinion of me is. She's a hard one to read, but I figure it's probably best to take a peace offering with me anyway.
As for Vince... Well, he's up and about again. The raid to rescue him from the station's infirmary went off without a hitch. It even made the local news. I don't think either he or Kelsy trust me still... I can't really say I blame them. I suppose it's better for all involved if I stay away for a while...
End log.
I've been feeling really burnt-out recently. Just the thought of jacking into my pod is giving me a headache, so I decided to take the last few days off. I spent some time planetside, got some actual fresh air for a change... It's weird how much you appreciate the simplest of things, like being able to stand on actual soil and take a deep breath of unprocessed air, or even feel the wind on your face. Things that people like me don't get to experience every day... Sometimes I envy the ground-pounders and their naive simplicity. Sometimes.
I caught up with Rathera again and took her out to the promenade on the Ishomilken station. Anyone would have thought she'd never been in a shop before, judging by the look on her face as we browsed through a few different stores... I gave my advice on a few outfits, and we bought a few things. I probably shouldn't spend money in places non-capsuleers frequent, but what the hell... There where some good items there, and Rathera looks beautiful when she takes the time dress up. I hope she enjoyed herself, and I gave her a few ideas for the future in any case.
I also spent some time with Nausea, and we had a kind of 'girls' night in'... It turns out we have very similar interests, and I had such a good time with her. I think she had fun too... Apart from anything else, it was nice to just be able to relax and do what I want... It's nice to know that she still considers me a friend, even after almost a year. We have a lot to catch up on, and I made her promise to come visit me someday.
Oh, which reminds me I must speak to Kyoko, preferably in-person. I'll see if Tasaka can pick up a bottle of Soju from Rens for her... It's remarkably hard to get hold of in Devoid, and I'm still not exactly sure what Kyoko's opinion of me is. She's a hard one to read, but I figure it's probably best to take a peace offering with me anyway.
As for Vince... Well, he's up and about again. The raid to rescue him from the station's infirmary went off without a hitch. It even made the local news. I don't think either he or Kelsy trust me still... I can't really say I blame them. I suppose it's better for all involved if I stay away for a while...
End log.
4/19/2009
Recovering
Begin personal log, Sunday April 19th, 111.
Kimochi flops down into a large and very comfortable sofa in her quarters. She looks worn out, but appears to be taking care of her appearance again.
These last few days have been... eventful.
I went to The Skyhook on Thursday to try and get back into the swing of things after the drama with Vincent. There I was, chatting to a Star Fraction pilot when Kelsy comes out of nowhere and tries to start a fight with me. I just told her to leave me alone, but some of the things she said really hurt... I needed to be alone for a while so I went into the board room to cool off.
After a while, Vincent came in... I didn't hear him initially, until he let out this horrible wracking cough, as if one of his lungs was dislodging itself. Inevitably, we argued and I cried. It got very heated... He bore his soul to me, and I did the same. All of a sudden, he collapsed and hit his head on the table. Kelsy ran in and started screaming at me... I didn't even touch him...
She sits up in the sofa and pours herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the low table infront of her while she speaks.
I called the emergency team up... His heart actually stopped for a good minute or so, but they eventually stabilized him. He's in the infirmary now, in a coma apparently. I spoke to Myrhial and told her what happened... She seems to believe me. She also thinks that the coma may have something to do with the drugs Vincent has been taking... He never did tell me what they where for, just that he needed them... What a mess.
She takes a sip of the wine and relaxes back into the sofa, crossing her legs.
...Despite everything, I hope he pulls through. I'm worried that if the medical staff figure out what it is that's keeping him in the coma, they'll hand him over to the DED and we'll never see him again. We have to move him to a more secure facility somehow...
I had some business to attend to in Ishomilken, so I decided to say hi to Rathera and Nausea... We had a huge heart-to-heart and I learned a few things I'd never known about Rathera... The poor girl is so naive and innocent in a way. She's also wound up so tight, I'm worried that she might break! I've decided to take it upon myself to teach her a few things that might help her relax a little more. As for Nausea, well... She's still Nausea. She seemed very concerned about me though, and among other things was more than happy to give me a hug and let me cry out the frustrations of the last month on her shoulder.
I also went to go meet Celes Tenebrae... Such an interesting woman. We ended up talking about how the Blood Raiders came to be what they are, and the motivations behind their violent nature. Despite everything, there are more than a few tenets of the Sani Sabik faith that I can't help but agree with... If I where at all religeous minded, I would have probably converted there and then. Celes seemed to take a shine to me... Perhaps because of my Khanid ancestry, or maybe just because I actually kind of sympethize with her situation... She gave me these.
Kimochi reaches into the neck of her dress and pulls out a Dark Blood Crystal Tag on a chain. The tag glitters in the light and makes a soft jangling noise.
I felt it would be rude to refuse such a beautiful gift, but I'll have to keep it hidden. I don't think the other directors would approve.
She unclasps the chain and removes it from her neck, placing it on the table.
I also spoke to Mortis last night about how exactly he came to join us. I suppose in retrospect it makes sense... The reasons might be different, but his problem is by no means a rare one. I know of at least one other person in Ghost Festival with a very similar... issue. Despite that though, he is a nice man and a good friend. I will do everything I can to help him with this, even if i'm unsure what exactly I could do about it.
Oh! And this morning, Mortis and I went for a little roam around Tzvi. My new Curse-class Combat Recon Cruiser - Raging Sin - has been refit and I decided to take her out to see what we can do. Mortis was flying a Vagabond. We managed to catch a Myrmidon on the acceleration gate to an installation in Tzvi and engaged... I managed to drain his capacitor very quickly and kept his drones busy with my own Warriors while Mortis tore into him with his autocannons. Overall I was very impressed with the abilities of the Curse... It's armour is surprisingly resilient, and I held out quite nicely while he had his drones attacking me.
She relaxes back into the sofa, with a genuine smile on her face.
It was a very satisfying kill... I think I'm feeling a bit better about everything too. It's nice to know that there are people out there who care enough about my feelings to talk to me about them. I think I'm going to be okay...
She smiles.
End log.
Kimochi flops down into a large and very comfortable sofa in her quarters. She looks worn out, but appears to be taking care of her appearance again.
These last few days have been... eventful.
I went to The Skyhook on Thursday to try and get back into the swing of things after the drama with Vincent. There I was, chatting to a Star Fraction pilot when Kelsy comes out of nowhere and tries to start a fight with me. I just told her to leave me alone, but some of the things she said really hurt... I needed to be alone for a while so I went into the board room to cool off.
After a while, Vincent came in... I didn't hear him initially, until he let out this horrible wracking cough, as if one of his lungs was dislodging itself. Inevitably, we argued and I cried. It got very heated... He bore his soul to me, and I did the same. All of a sudden, he collapsed and hit his head on the table. Kelsy ran in and started screaming at me... I didn't even touch him...
She sits up in the sofa and pours herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the low table infront of her while she speaks.
I called the emergency team up... His heart actually stopped for a good minute or so, but they eventually stabilized him. He's in the infirmary now, in a coma apparently. I spoke to Myrhial and told her what happened... She seems to believe me. She also thinks that the coma may have something to do with the drugs Vincent has been taking... He never did tell me what they where for, just that he needed them... What a mess.
She takes a sip of the wine and relaxes back into the sofa, crossing her legs.
...Despite everything, I hope he pulls through. I'm worried that if the medical staff figure out what it is that's keeping him in the coma, they'll hand him over to the DED and we'll never see him again. We have to move him to a more secure facility somehow...
I had some business to attend to in Ishomilken, so I decided to say hi to Rathera and Nausea... We had a huge heart-to-heart and I learned a few things I'd never known about Rathera... The poor girl is so naive and innocent in a way. She's also wound up so tight, I'm worried that she might break! I've decided to take it upon myself to teach her a few things that might help her relax a little more. As for Nausea, well... She's still Nausea. She seemed very concerned about me though, and among other things was more than happy to give me a hug and let me cry out the frustrations of the last month on her shoulder.
I also went to go meet Celes Tenebrae... Such an interesting woman. We ended up talking about how the Blood Raiders came to be what they are, and the motivations behind their violent nature. Despite everything, there are more than a few tenets of the Sani Sabik faith that I can't help but agree with... If I where at all religeous minded, I would have probably converted there and then. Celes seemed to take a shine to me... Perhaps because of my Khanid ancestry, or maybe just because I actually kind of sympethize with her situation... She gave me these.
Kimochi reaches into the neck of her dress and pulls out a Dark Blood Crystal Tag on a chain. The tag glitters in the light and makes a soft jangling noise.
I felt it would be rude to refuse such a beautiful gift, but I'll have to keep it hidden. I don't think the other directors would approve.
She unclasps the chain and removes it from her neck, placing it on the table.
I also spoke to Mortis last night about how exactly he came to join us. I suppose in retrospect it makes sense... The reasons might be different, but his problem is by no means a rare one. I know of at least one other person in Ghost Festival with a very similar... issue. Despite that though, he is a nice man and a good friend. I will do everything I can to help him with this, even if i'm unsure what exactly I could do about it.
Oh! And this morning, Mortis and I went for a little roam around Tzvi. My new Curse-class Combat Recon Cruiser - Raging Sin - has been refit and I decided to take her out to see what we can do. Mortis was flying a Vagabond. We managed to catch a Myrmidon on the acceleration gate to an installation in Tzvi and engaged... I managed to drain his capacitor very quickly and kept his drones busy with my own Warriors while Mortis tore into him with his autocannons. Overall I was very impressed with the abilities of the Curse... It's armour is surprisingly resilient, and I held out quite nicely while he had his drones attacking me.
She relaxes back into the sofa, with a genuine smile on her face.
It was a very satisfying kill... I think I'm feeling a bit better about everything too. It's nice to know that there are people out there who care enough about my feelings to talk to me about them. I think I'm going to be okay...
She smiles.
End log.
4/15/2009
A New Friend
Begin personal log, 15th of April 111. Audio only.
I shouldn't have gone into The Skyhook last night... I caused a bit of a scene and upset a few people. I don't really remember much of it... Crash screwing with my memory again.
Myrhial confiscated my sidearm. I probably said a few things to her I shouldn't have... But what did annoy me was that Vince and Kelsy have basically told everyone that I threatened to kill them. I mean what the hell?? What is with these people, do they think that airing my dirty laundry infront of the entire fucking corp is funny or something?
I shouldn't have yelled at Myrhial though... She's only looking out for the safety of her pilots. I'll contact her today and apologize. Jude caught up with me a while later on the Garden Deck and basically explained how stupid I'd been. He tried to comfort me... Whenever I see them it feels like someone is reaching into my chest and squeezing my heart... Jude seemed to understand and told me a story about a girl he used to know and the rather messy situation he got into with her that ended painfully. I guess it helped a little...
Oh, I almost forgot. I recieved a letter today. An actual physical letter, written on paper and delivered by hand. I've never had one of those before, and I admit I was a little excited when I saw it. What can I say, it's the little things that please me the most...
It was from Celes Tenebrae, a Blood Raider from Molden Heath. Apparently she has a desire to connect more with people of Khanid blood and has invited me to meet with her. I know she's a Blood Raider, but I might take her up on the offer... Who knows, it might help take my mind off of things.
End log.
I shouldn't have gone into The Skyhook last night... I caused a bit of a scene and upset a few people. I don't really remember much of it... Crash screwing with my memory again.
Myrhial confiscated my sidearm. I probably said a few things to her I shouldn't have... But what did annoy me was that Vince and Kelsy have basically told everyone that I threatened to kill them. I mean what the hell?? What is with these people, do they think that airing my dirty laundry infront of the entire fucking corp is funny or something?
I shouldn't have yelled at Myrhial though... She's only looking out for the safety of her pilots. I'll contact her today and apologize. Jude caught up with me a while later on the Garden Deck and basically explained how stupid I'd been. He tried to comfort me... Whenever I see them it feels like someone is reaching into my chest and squeezing my heart... Jude seemed to understand and told me a story about a girl he used to know and the rather messy situation he got into with her that ended painfully. I guess it helped a little...
Oh, I almost forgot. I recieved a letter today. An actual physical letter, written on paper and delivered by hand. I've never had one of those before, and I admit I was a little excited when I saw it. What can I say, it's the little things that please me the most...
It was from Celes Tenebrae, a Blood Raider from Molden Heath. Apparently she has a desire to connect more with people of Khanid blood and has invited me to meet with her. I know she's a Blood Raider, but I might take her up on the offer... Who knows, it might help take my mind off of things.
End log.
4/14/2009
Love Letters
Begin recording.
A video recording begins to play. Kimochi is sitting at her desk in her quarters, the window behind her displaying a beautiful view of the planet below. Her eyes are red, and her hair is not the sleek well-groomed mane it usually is. Her cheeks glisten slightly in the light - she has been crying. She simply sits for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally she begins to speak, her voice quivering everso slightly.
I got your message. I don't know exactly what you wanted to make me feel with it... With any of this. Maybe what you said was true and you did love me once, or maybe you just wanted to see me cry. Either way it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You've made your decision...
There is another pause as Kimochi attempts to gather herself. Tears start to fall from her eyes as her emotions well up inside her. Her voice quivers with a slight tone of desperation as she bares her soul infront of the camera.
I loved you, Vincent Pryce! I loved you enough to give up a loving relationship for you! I opened my heart to you and told you things I would never tell anybody else. What did I do wrong? You said you loved me, but did you mean it? Where you just playing with me? Did you just not find me attractive anymore? I really tried to be loving and supportive, but I guess it wasn't enough for you, was it!?
She appears to calm down slightly, her mood shifting dramatically from intense sadness to seething anger. She frustratedly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup. She looks straight into the camera, her eyes narrowed, and her voice carries a kind of deadly menace rarely seen in her.
Well... What's done is done, and we all have to live with our choices. I hope you and Kelsy are very happy together and live long, dull, uninteresting lives. But take this as a warning, Vincent... Stay the fuck away from me or I swear to god... I will kill you both.
She stabs at a holographic control on her desk and the video message ends, displaying the Ghost Festival logo for a moment before the screen goes blank.
A video recording begins to play. Kimochi is sitting at her desk in her quarters, the window behind her displaying a beautiful view of the planet below. Her eyes are red, and her hair is not the sleek well-groomed mane it usually is. Her cheeks glisten slightly in the light - she has been crying. She simply sits for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally she begins to speak, her voice quivering everso slightly.
I got your message. I don't know exactly what you wanted to make me feel with it... With any of this. Maybe what you said was true and you did love me once, or maybe you just wanted to see me cry. Either way it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You've made your decision...
There is another pause as Kimochi attempts to gather herself. Tears start to fall from her eyes as her emotions well up inside her. Her voice quivers with a slight tone of desperation as she bares her soul infront of the camera.
I loved you, Vincent Pryce! I loved you enough to give up a loving relationship for you! I opened my heart to you and told you things I would never tell anybody else. What did I do wrong? You said you loved me, but did you mean it? Where you just playing with me? Did you just not find me attractive anymore? I really tried to be loving and supportive, but I guess it wasn't enough for you, was it!?
She appears to calm down slightly, her mood shifting dramatically from intense sadness to seething anger. She frustratedly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup. She looks straight into the camera, her eyes narrowed, and her voice carries a kind of deadly menace rarely seen in her.
Well... What's done is done, and we all have to live with our choices. I hope you and Kelsy are very happy together and live long, dull, uninteresting lives. But take this as a warning, Vincent... Stay the fuck away from me or I swear to god... I will kill you both.
She stabs at a holographic control on her desk and the video message ends, displaying the Ghost Festival logo for a moment before the screen goes blank.
4/11/2009
Regrets
Begin personal log, Saturday 11th of April, 111... Audio only.
There aren't many things I truely regret. Considering the rather terrible nature of some of the things I've done, that's rather essential for me to continue functioning as a person. One thing I do regret though, is letting my personal feelings get the better of me.
Vince has decided he doesn't want me anymore. He wants Kelsy instead... I'm not going to fight for him, in the interest of keeping things civil. I should have noticed this sooner really. The signs where there, and in hindsight it was all so obvious what he was doing... But my judgement was clouded by... By emotions I am not equipped to handle.
I... I Suppose I don't really have the right to feel this way about it. I put them through a lot, and a part of me can't help but wonder if this is some kind of retaliation on their part... To make me feel what they felt. If that's what they are doing, then it's worked. It hurts more than I thought it would... It's like... An acheing, bursting feeling in my chest that won't go away. I cant' remember the last time I cried this much.
I need to get the station Administrator to send the cleaners here... I let it all get to me a bit too much last night and I've broken a few things...
There is a deep, shuddering sigh. She sounds as if she is on the verge of tears again.
I am never going to let this happen again. This is the last time I ignore my better judgement and mix business and relationships together. I don't honestly know how I can face Kelsy and Vince now, but I'll have to try... I'm a director, I don't have the luxury of being able to avoid people. Even those who have hurt me.
The next few lines are spoken with a barely concealed bitterness, almost verging on hatred.
For what it's worth, I hope they are both very happy together... I don't want the act of having my heart ripped out to be for nothing.
End log.
There aren't many things I truely regret. Considering the rather terrible nature of some of the things I've done, that's rather essential for me to continue functioning as a person. One thing I do regret though, is letting my personal feelings get the better of me.
Vince has decided he doesn't want me anymore. He wants Kelsy instead... I'm not going to fight for him, in the interest of keeping things civil. I should have noticed this sooner really. The signs where there, and in hindsight it was all so obvious what he was doing... But my judgement was clouded by... By emotions I am not equipped to handle.
I... I Suppose I don't really have the right to feel this way about it. I put them through a lot, and a part of me can't help but wonder if this is some kind of retaliation on their part... To make me feel what they felt. If that's what they are doing, then it's worked. It hurts more than I thought it would... It's like... An acheing, bursting feeling in my chest that won't go away. I cant' remember the last time I cried this much.
I need to get the station Administrator to send the cleaners here... I let it all get to me a bit too much last night and I've broken a few things...
There is a deep, shuddering sigh. She sounds as if she is on the verge of tears again.
I am never going to let this happen again. This is the last time I ignore my better judgement and mix business and relationships together. I don't honestly know how I can face Kelsy and Vince now, but I'll have to try... I'm a director, I don't have the luxury of being able to avoid people. Even those who have hurt me.
The next few lines are spoken with a barely concealed bitterness, almost verging on hatred.
For what it's worth, I hope they are both very happy together... I don't want the act of having my heart ripped out to be for nothing.
End log.
4/03/2009
Rancor
Another video entry. Kimochi appears to be pulling on a pair of knee-high boots and tightening the laces as she speaks.
I really had no idea just how badly I'd screwed up my social life until last night. I spoke to Kelsy and Vince about everything that's happened over the last couple of months... I can't believe how much of a bitch I've been to both of them. The worst thing is that it's only the people I care about who are getting hurt. Honestly I deserve to be alone after all the shit I've put them through, but Vince refuses to let me go. He's sweet... I don't think he realizes what he's getting himself into though.
She finishes doing up the laces and stands up, walking over to a nearby dressing table. The camera hovers nearby, obviously mounted on a drone. She picks up a pair of long black gloves and wriggles her arms into them.
I've not slept for three nights. Every time I close my eyes I remember those... Those bastards... It's taken every ounce of willpower I have not to use Crash again and I don't know how much longer I can take this before something bad happens. Vince was right, I need closure...
She walks over to a chest of drawers and opens one. She pauses for a moment and picks out an item - a silver coloured laser pistol in a thigh holster. She takes out the pistol and checks it over, making sure the power supply is fully charged and the focussing lens is securely in place.
...I need revenge.
She clicks the casing back down over the weapon's internals and replaces it in the holster, strapping it to her right leg. She turns on her heel and heads to the door, picking up a knee-length leather coat on her way out. The door closes behind her, and the camera drone keeps recording for a few minutes before shutting itself off automatically.
I really had no idea just how badly I'd screwed up my social life until last night. I spoke to Kelsy and Vince about everything that's happened over the last couple of months... I can't believe how much of a bitch I've been to both of them. The worst thing is that it's only the people I care about who are getting hurt. Honestly I deserve to be alone after all the shit I've put them through, but Vince refuses to let me go. He's sweet... I don't think he realizes what he's getting himself into though.
She finishes doing up the laces and stands up, walking over to a nearby dressing table. The camera hovers nearby, obviously mounted on a drone. She picks up a pair of long black gloves and wriggles her arms into them.
I've not slept for three nights. Every time I close my eyes I remember those... Those bastards... It's taken every ounce of willpower I have not to use Crash again and I don't know how much longer I can take this before something bad happens. Vince was right, I need closure...
She walks over to a chest of drawers and opens one. She pauses for a moment and picks out an item - a silver coloured laser pistol in a thigh holster. She takes out the pistol and checks it over, making sure the power supply is fully charged and the focussing lens is securely in place.
...I need revenge.
She clicks the casing back down over the weapon's internals and replaces it in the holster, strapping it to her right leg. She turns on her heel and heads to the door, picking up a knee-length leather coat on her way out. The door closes behind her, and the camera drone keeps recording for a few minutes before shutting itself off automatically.
4/02/2009
Contemplation
A video log entry begins. Kimochi sits down heavily in a large comfortable looking chair behind a desk in her apartment. Behind her is a view of Tzvi IV through a huge window that stretches accross the entire length of the room. On the desk infront of her is a glass of red wine and a small data chip. She says nothing for a full three minutes, simply stares at the data chip and drums her fingers on the surface of the desk, deep in thought. Finally she speaks - her tone is dry, even clinical, which makes her choice of words seem more disturbing than they would normally.
I'm thinking about mass-murder.
She picks up the glass and has a good mouthful before continuing.
Recently some information has been brought to my attention concerning the names and whereabouts of a certain group of people... specifically, the families of three men named Gomoru Carassi, Lem Kerris and Darashem Rivers.
Even after all this time, they are still ruining my life. I can still remember what they did, how they made me feel. It's been haunting me more and more recently... corroding my self esteem and destroying my personal life. The fact that those three men are all dead doesn't seem to be helping.
Vince brought this information to me. He thinks that if these people where to be 'removed' that it would provide some kind of closure... Any normal person would just get psychological councelling. I still feel so angry about it... I want to make them all suffer for what those three men did to me. But do these people really deserve to die? Do I even have the right to pass responsibility for those three men's crimes on to their next of kin? Vince seems to think so... I don't really know what I think yet.
I need some time alone.
...End Log.
I'm thinking about mass-murder.
She picks up the glass and has a good mouthful before continuing.
Recently some information has been brought to my attention concerning the names and whereabouts of a certain group of people... specifically, the families of three men named Gomoru Carassi, Lem Kerris and Darashem Rivers.
Even after all this time, they are still ruining my life. I can still remember what they did, how they made me feel. It's been haunting me more and more recently... corroding my self esteem and destroying my personal life. The fact that those three men are all dead doesn't seem to be helping.
Vince brought this information to me. He thinks that if these people where to be 'removed' that it would provide some kind of closure... Any normal person would just get psychological councelling. I still feel so angry about it... I want to make them all suffer for what those three men did to me. But do these people really deserve to die? Do I even have the right to pass responsibility for those three men's crimes on to their next of kin? Vince seems to think so... I don't really know what I think yet.
I need some time alone.
...End Log.
3/12/2009
Anniversary
Begin personal log, Thursday 12th of March, 111.
A whole year. Has it really been that long already? I still remember back when I first joined Ghost Festival all those months ago, the immense sense that I was very much straying from the beaten path - of taking my destiny into my own hands.
I was so happy when I got accepted, I packed everything I had into my Retribution - including the contingent of slaves that had been assigned to me - and headed straight for Derelik to meet my new friends. Never once have I looked back. I was so excited and naive back then, and I admit that I didn't really have a clue what I was doing! All my corp-mates had so much to teach me, and I spent most of my time simply shutting up and listening to what they had to say.
Thinking about it now, it does seem a long time ago. So much has changed since then... I've grown and learnt so much, and I'm still learning every single day. But now people look up to me, and respect me as a friend, a leader and a teacher. We have rebuilt this corp from the ground up, and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished and the family we've built together. We have our ups and downs, the same as any corp out there, but ultimately I have this immense sense of pride for what we've done.
The awards ceremony was lovely, even if I did end up arriving late - That's the last time I use an interbus chartered transport. It was almost militaristic in a way... Everyone was so disciplined and professional. Frankly, they all put me to shame.
I knew I was going to be accepting an award for my long service, and when Myrhial pinned the medal to my dress I couldn't help saluting her. I've not done that since my time working for the Ministry of War, but I have such respect for her that it seemed like the thing to do. Then Yishal gave me something I did not expect at all... She had put the word out a while ago that she was collecting donations to buy an anniversary present for Myrhial. It seems that the donations where also used for something else as when Yishal opened the shutters of the bay so we could see stars behind the armourglass windows, a brand new Sacrilege-class heavy assault cruiser dominated the view - an anniversary gift for me. I didn't know what to say... It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And the thought that everyone had chipped in to buy it for me...
There's a brief moment as Kimochi appears gather herself.
I feel like the luckiest woman alive to be involved with such a fine group of people.
Vince and I had dinner that evening. He really is a wonderful cook, and I had a lovely time with him - although I do find it a bit odd that he lives in the cargo hold of his Arazu. It was very nicely decorated and comfortable, but I felt the crates of antimatter ammunition clashed a little with the silk drapes.
After we ate, we danced... I don't know how he did it, but we ended up floating in the air! I didn't notice at first, and it was quite a shock when I realized I was actually several feet off of the ground! It must have been some modification he'd made to the grav plates. We danced and kissed under the projection of a night sky, and I felt my heart beating in my throat.
I spent the night with him... Nothing sexual happend, but it was a lovely night. A perfect end to the weekend.
She pauses again and has a sip of a glass of wine sitting on her desk.
And then there was the crisis in Seyllin... half a billion people dead. A whole planet destroyed. I can hardly believe it's actually happened, and I'm more than a little disturbed that the Federation scientists still don't appear to have any idea whatsoever on what might have caused it. I watched the live Scope reports as they came in... It was... horrific. I hope it doesn't happen here...
And now there are these wormholes popping up everywhere. Myrhial thinks we should investigate them, and I'm inclined to agree. We might see if we can get a task force together to do a little reconnaissance and prepare a report for the Dominations. They are going to want to know if there is anything we can make a profit from on the other side. I've heard rumours about what lies on the other side... Details are sketchy at best, but I've heard pilots rambling about monsters and drones and dead civilisations. I don't know how much truth there is in the rumours, but one thing is for sure: New Eden will never be the same again.
End log.
A whole year. Has it really been that long already? I still remember back when I first joined Ghost Festival all those months ago, the immense sense that I was very much straying from the beaten path - of taking my destiny into my own hands.
I was so happy when I got accepted, I packed everything I had into my Retribution - including the contingent of slaves that had been assigned to me - and headed straight for Derelik to meet my new friends. Never once have I looked back. I was so excited and naive back then, and I admit that I didn't really have a clue what I was doing! All my corp-mates had so much to teach me, and I spent most of my time simply shutting up and listening to what they had to say.
Thinking about it now, it does seem a long time ago. So much has changed since then... I've grown and learnt so much, and I'm still learning every single day. But now people look up to me, and respect me as a friend, a leader and a teacher. We have rebuilt this corp from the ground up, and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished and the family we've built together. We have our ups and downs, the same as any corp out there, but ultimately I have this immense sense of pride for what we've done.
The awards ceremony was lovely, even if I did end up arriving late - That's the last time I use an interbus chartered transport. It was almost militaristic in a way... Everyone was so disciplined and professional. Frankly, they all put me to shame.
I knew I was going to be accepting an award for my long service, and when Myrhial pinned the medal to my dress I couldn't help saluting her. I've not done that since my time working for the Ministry of War, but I have such respect for her that it seemed like the thing to do. Then Yishal gave me something I did not expect at all... She had put the word out a while ago that she was collecting donations to buy an anniversary present for Myrhial. It seems that the donations where also used for something else as when Yishal opened the shutters of the bay so we could see stars behind the armourglass windows, a brand new Sacrilege-class heavy assault cruiser dominated the view - an anniversary gift for me. I didn't know what to say... It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And the thought that everyone had chipped in to buy it for me...
There's a brief moment as Kimochi appears gather herself.
I feel like the luckiest woman alive to be involved with such a fine group of people.
Vince and I had dinner that evening. He really is a wonderful cook, and I had a lovely time with him - although I do find it a bit odd that he lives in the cargo hold of his Arazu. It was very nicely decorated and comfortable, but I felt the crates of antimatter ammunition clashed a little with the silk drapes.
After we ate, we danced... I don't know how he did it, but we ended up floating in the air! I didn't notice at first, and it was quite a shock when I realized I was actually several feet off of the ground! It must have been some modification he'd made to the grav plates. We danced and kissed under the projection of a night sky, and I felt my heart beating in my throat.
I spent the night with him... Nothing sexual happend, but it was a lovely night. A perfect end to the weekend.
She pauses again and has a sip of a glass of wine sitting on her desk.
And then there was the crisis in Seyllin... half a billion people dead. A whole planet destroyed. I can hardly believe it's actually happened, and I'm more than a little disturbed that the Federation scientists still don't appear to have any idea whatsoever on what might have caused it. I watched the live Scope reports as they came in... It was... horrific. I hope it doesn't happen here...
And now there are these wormholes popping up everywhere. Myrhial thinks we should investigate them, and I'm inclined to agree. We might see if we can get a task force together to do a little reconnaissance and prepare a report for the Dominations. They are going to want to know if there is anything we can make a profit from on the other side. I've heard rumours about what lies on the other side... Details are sketchy at best, but I've heard pilots rambling about monsters and drones and dead civilisations. I don't know how much truth there is in the rumours, but one thing is for sure: New Eden will never be the same again.
End log.
2/22/2009
Trepidation
Begin personal log, Sunday 22nd of Feburary 111.
There is a very long pause. Kimochi's eyes appear to be slightly red and she is clearly not in a good mood.
...Yesterday was...
She stops again, apparently struggling for words. Eventually she begins talking again.
Last night I took part in the weekly training op. It was a huge success in every way... Not a single loss, and we managed four kills. First a Punisher that Milo caught at a belt. We tore his ship apart very quickly, and dispatched his pod when he refused to agree to a ransom. While we where waiting for our GCC to tick down, I noticed a Caracal had entered the system and appeared to be lingering around one of the planets. I was pretty sure I had pinpointed his location... Yishal started having some technical issues with her Crucifier so she temporarily made Myrhial the FC. On Myrhial's orders I investigated the Caracal's location, and found him floating around the planet at the 0km warp-in point.. I tackled, called for backup and opened fire, but he didn't respond at all. I can only imagine the terror on his crew's faces as their ship started to fall apart around them, while their pilot did nothing. Just for that we destroyed his pod as well.
Milo then had to dock up to deal with some technical issues of his own, and Yishal designated me as the scout. I admit I was nerveous... I've never had much faith in my ability to use the on-board scanner. After a few empty systems, I came accross a lone Vengeance who appeared to be safespotted in Roushzar. Not being able to probe out his location, Yishal suggested I antagonize some of the local Sanshas hanging around the asteroid belts to try and tempt him out of hiding. The ploy apparently worked when I noticed his location shift to the planet nearest to me. Apparently he was trying to work out which belt I was at. I decided to save him the trouble and warped to the planet myself...
As soon as I landed, the Vengeance came about and started powering towards me - clearly he was going to engage. I admit to being a little nerveous... Having flown a Vengeance myself, I know just how tough the Khanid ship's defenses can be. All nerveousness evaporated however when the pilot opened fire with pulse lasers of all things. Backup arrived and we destroyed the poor thing out of sheer pity. The pilot was not interested in a ransom, so we cracked his pod open as well. One less 24IC pilot. It seems I'm better with the on-board scanner than I thought.
Yishal decided it was time to RTB, so we made our way back home. On the way however, we spotted a lone Jaguar pilot scouring the asteroid belts in Lamaa. We all bundled in together, and I found myself laughing at the fact that he didn't immediately attempt to warp out when he saw six outlaws warping in to his belt some 30km away. His ship fell apart pretty quickly and we caught his pod which Yishal attempted to ransom... The guy seemed to take forever, and I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable at the amount of time we where spent in the belt. When a 24IC fleet showed up in system I nearly killed the pilot myself until Yishal tightened the reins. Eventually the 24IC fleet passed through, clearly not looking for us, and Yishal finally gave the order to crack him open.
After a quick telling-off from Yishal for almost undermining her authority - She was the FC afterall, and I admit I was wrong - We headed back to base feeling immensely satisfied.
A little while lated I caught up with everyone at The Skyhook for a few drinks in celebration. We chatted about nothing in particular... Music, Hairstyles and alcohol where some of the subjects of conversation we flitted through. All of a sudden the lights dimmed low, slow music began playing and Vince asked me to dance with him.
I was... A little shocked, but to my own surprise - let alone everyone elses - I accepted, and we danced under the stars. It was... It was actually quite lovely in a way. It was like we where completely alone, just the music, the stars and eachother. I felt a bit out of place... A tight podsuit and heavy knee-high boots aren't exactly ideal dancing attire. Still... I enjoyed it. It was a perfect end to the evening.
Then he kissed me.
There is another pause as Kimochi appears to gather herself.
I don't know what came over me. When he kissed me I-I couldn't take it. I ran away and left him there on the dancefloor. I thought I was in control of all this... I thought I'd gotten over it. God-knows i'm used to manipulating people's emotions for my own gain, but I've not even tried with Vince.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
She holds her head in her hands and sighs heavily.
End log.
There is a very long pause. Kimochi's eyes appear to be slightly red and she is clearly not in a good mood.
...Yesterday was...
She stops again, apparently struggling for words. Eventually she begins talking again.
Last night I took part in the weekly training op. It was a huge success in every way... Not a single loss, and we managed four kills. First a Punisher that Milo caught at a belt. We tore his ship apart very quickly, and dispatched his pod when he refused to agree to a ransom. While we where waiting for our GCC to tick down, I noticed a Caracal had entered the system and appeared to be lingering around one of the planets. I was pretty sure I had pinpointed his location... Yishal started having some technical issues with her Crucifier so she temporarily made Myrhial the FC. On Myrhial's orders I investigated the Caracal's location, and found him floating around the planet at the 0km warp-in point.. I tackled, called for backup and opened fire, but he didn't respond at all. I can only imagine the terror on his crew's faces as their ship started to fall apart around them, while their pilot did nothing. Just for that we destroyed his pod as well.
Milo then had to dock up to deal with some technical issues of his own, and Yishal designated me as the scout. I admit I was nerveous... I've never had much faith in my ability to use the on-board scanner. After a few empty systems, I came accross a lone Vengeance who appeared to be safespotted in Roushzar. Not being able to probe out his location, Yishal suggested I antagonize some of the local Sanshas hanging around the asteroid belts to try and tempt him out of hiding. The ploy apparently worked when I noticed his location shift to the planet nearest to me. Apparently he was trying to work out which belt I was at. I decided to save him the trouble and warped to the planet myself...
As soon as I landed, the Vengeance came about and started powering towards me - clearly he was going to engage. I admit to being a little nerveous... Having flown a Vengeance myself, I know just how tough the Khanid ship's defenses can be. All nerveousness evaporated however when the pilot opened fire with pulse lasers of all things. Backup arrived and we destroyed the poor thing out of sheer pity. The pilot was not interested in a ransom, so we cracked his pod open as well. One less 24IC pilot. It seems I'm better with the on-board scanner than I thought.
Yishal decided it was time to RTB, so we made our way back home. On the way however, we spotted a lone Jaguar pilot scouring the asteroid belts in Lamaa. We all bundled in together, and I found myself laughing at the fact that he didn't immediately attempt to warp out when he saw six outlaws warping in to his belt some 30km away. His ship fell apart pretty quickly and we caught his pod which Yishal attempted to ransom... The guy seemed to take forever, and I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable at the amount of time we where spent in the belt. When a 24IC fleet showed up in system I nearly killed the pilot myself until Yishal tightened the reins. Eventually the 24IC fleet passed through, clearly not looking for us, and Yishal finally gave the order to crack him open.
After a quick telling-off from Yishal for almost undermining her authority - She was the FC afterall, and I admit I was wrong - We headed back to base feeling immensely satisfied.
A little while lated I caught up with everyone at The Skyhook for a few drinks in celebration. We chatted about nothing in particular... Music, Hairstyles and alcohol where some of the subjects of conversation we flitted through. All of a sudden the lights dimmed low, slow music began playing and Vince asked me to dance with him.
I was... A little shocked, but to my own surprise - let alone everyone elses - I accepted, and we danced under the stars. It was... It was actually quite lovely in a way. It was like we where completely alone, just the music, the stars and eachother. I felt a bit out of place... A tight podsuit and heavy knee-high boots aren't exactly ideal dancing attire. Still... I enjoyed it. It was a perfect end to the evening.
Then he kissed me.
There is another pause as Kimochi appears to gather herself.
I don't know what came over me. When he kissed me I-I couldn't take it. I ran away and left him there on the dancefloor. I thought I was in control of all this... I thought I'd gotten over it. God-knows i'm used to manipulating people's emotions for my own gain, but I've not even tried with Vince.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
She holds her head in her hands and sighs heavily.
End log.
2/19/2009
Drama: Pryce Style
Begin personal log, Thursday 19th of Feburary 111.
Last night I saved Vincent Pryce's life.
He, Kelsy and I where in The Last Gate enjoying a few drinks and watching Verone molest Kyoko when he started complaining of a headache and left. I followed a little while later and found him passed out on the floor of the common room with a nasty-looking gash in his head. I couldn't get him to wake up so I dragged him to medical where they injected him with somesort of yellowish fluid.
When he eventually came around he apologized profusely for getting blood all over my dress and asked me out to dinner... How typically Gallentean is that? The man is on the brink of death and still he turns on the charm! I suspect he might not have been thinking straight... I accepted his offer anyway. I figured he probably needed some cheering up after all that.
The medics say he'll be fine, but I'm still concerned. What if he has another attack like this while in-pod? And what was that yellow fluid? I need some answers.
End log.
Last night I saved Vincent Pryce's life.
He, Kelsy and I where in The Last Gate enjoying a few drinks and watching Verone molest Kyoko when he started complaining of a headache and left. I followed a little while later and found him passed out on the floor of the common room with a nasty-looking gash in his head. I couldn't get him to wake up so I dragged him to medical where they injected him with somesort of yellowish fluid.
When he eventually came around he apologized profusely for getting blood all over my dress and asked me out to dinner... How typically Gallentean is that? The man is on the brink of death and still he turns on the charm! I suspect he might not have been thinking straight... I accepted his offer anyway. I figured he probably needed some cheering up after all that.
The medics say he'll be fine, but I'm still concerned. What if he has another attack like this while in-pod? And what was that yellow fluid? I need some answers.
End log.
2/03/2009
Progress
Begin personal log, Tuesday 3rd of Febuary, 111.
My new Dockmaster started work a couple of days ago, courtesy of Vincent Pryce: a woman named Jaqueline... She likes to be called 'Jack' apparently. She's every bit as rough around the edges as Jarred was, and the rest of my staff seem to like her well enough. Strangely though, I've not actually seen that much of her... I suspect she heard the rumours about what happend to my last Dockmaster and is avoiding me. Regardless, my ships are well maintained and general hangar operations are at peak efficiency at the moment so she must be doing something right.
I've run out of sedatives, and I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand it's nice to be able to actually get a full night's sleep again, but on the other I really can't stand sticking a needle into my wrist every night. I still have these weird headaches, and... Well, I still do feel the urge to Crash still. But I've resisted the temptation by pouring myself into my work to try and take my mind off of it.
On that note, the deal with our new ship supplier appears be a success as we are now recieving a good stream of ships and equipment to help our cause. I've also recently come into contact with an old friend of mine who offered his services to help ease our current logistical problems. And as result, I am now the owner of a brand new Pilgrim-class Recon cruiser - Wraith. She's currently in drydock being refitted to my specifications by the maintainance team. As beautiful as she is, I admit I'm quite nerveous at the prospect of flying her... I've never really flown anything quite like a Pilgrim, and while I've researched it's capabilities and developed appropriate tactics, actually putting that knowledge into practise could be quite difficult. The last thing I want to do is undock and immediately get it blown up, like with that Crusader... Also, I don't really trust myself with it at the moment. Not until I've got my head straight again.
There is a slight pause as Kimochi drops two fizzing headache tablets into a glass of water and gulps it down thirstily.
I took my Vengeance out for another spin earlier, and that mysterious vibration seems to have gone... I did ask the maintainence staff what they'd done to fix it, but they swear they've not touched it since last week. Someone must have done something, things like that don't just fix themselves - and there was definately a vibration there before.
Another pause.
...Definately. Wasn't there?
...
End log.
My new Dockmaster started work a couple of days ago, courtesy of Vincent Pryce: a woman named Jaqueline... She likes to be called 'Jack' apparently. She's every bit as rough around the edges as Jarred was, and the rest of my staff seem to like her well enough. Strangely though, I've not actually seen that much of her... I suspect she heard the rumours about what happend to my last Dockmaster and is avoiding me. Regardless, my ships are well maintained and general hangar operations are at peak efficiency at the moment so she must be doing something right.
I've run out of sedatives, and I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand it's nice to be able to actually get a full night's sleep again, but on the other I really can't stand sticking a needle into my wrist every night. I still have these weird headaches, and... Well, I still do feel the urge to Crash still. But I've resisted the temptation by pouring myself into my work to try and take my mind off of it.
On that note, the deal with our new ship supplier appears be a success as we are now recieving a good stream of ships and equipment to help our cause. I've also recently come into contact with an old friend of mine who offered his services to help ease our current logistical problems. And as result, I am now the owner of a brand new Pilgrim-class Recon cruiser - Wraith. She's currently in drydock being refitted to my specifications by the maintainance team. As beautiful as she is, I admit I'm quite nerveous at the prospect of flying her... I've never really flown anything quite like a Pilgrim, and while I've researched it's capabilities and developed appropriate tactics, actually putting that knowledge into practise could be quite difficult. The last thing I want to do is undock and immediately get it blown up, like with that Crusader... Also, I don't really trust myself with it at the moment. Not until I've got my head straight again.
There is a slight pause as Kimochi drops two fizzing headache tablets into a glass of water and gulps it down thirstily.
I took my Vengeance out for another spin earlier, and that mysterious vibration seems to have gone... I did ask the maintainence staff what they'd done to fix it, but they swear they've not touched it since last week. Someone must have done something, things like that don't just fix themselves - and there was definately a vibration there before.
Another pause.
...Definately. Wasn't there?
...
End log.
1/30/2009
Realization
Begin personal log, Friday 30th of January, 111.
I'm losing my edge. I've lost two ships in as many days... First a Punisher then yesterday a Crusader, and my team mates have lost ships as well. I'm beginning to genuinely wonder if i'm fit for duty, I keep making stupid mistakes that cost my and my team mates their ships... I suppose it's just fortunate that we are only sticking to frigate-sized hulls at the moment, so we don't have to worry so much about replacing crew members.
Yishal spoke to me about my 'problem' the other night. She knows everything... She even has surveillance footage of the event in The Last Gate. I really do have no idea how she got hold of that, Verone's security is nothing short of impenetrable as far as I am aware. Rumours are apparently floating around the station about a 'mad capsuleer' who blows people's heads off just for fun. If people are going to gossip they should at least get the facts right... I shot Jarred in the chest, not in the head. And I certainly did not enjoy it.
She basically said that she doesn't trust me in my current state, and accused me of being a coward for using boosters. That hurt and if she where anyone else I would have probably thrown her out, but as much as I hate to admit it, she's right... If I can't keep my personal life in order, how am I supposed to manage during combat?
A pause for a good minute or so.
There is something about Yishal... She's been with us for less than a month, but I already respect her as an equal. Her combat prowess speaks for itself, but on a personal level there is something I kind of connect with. She's the quintessential Khanid, really... Beautiful, intelligent and utterly completely relentless in everything she does. Everything I aspire to be.
Another pause as realization dawns.
It's strange. I've rejected my own heritage, but I still aspire to the things that makes it what it is.
She laughs softly at the irony before continuing off on another tangent.
She gave me some sedatives that block out the REM portion of my sleep cycle. They have helped... I did actually use them last night after wussing out on Wednesday, and I did manage a full night's sleep - completely dreamless. I feel better, but I'm still so tired... I'm just so drained of energy right now, I barely have enough to move around. I feel terrible still, and I now have the mother of all migranes. But i've not broken anything yet. I don't think I can face jacking in to my capsule today... Maybe I'll just catch up on some paperwork.
End log.
I'm losing my edge. I've lost two ships in as many days... First a Punisher then yesterday a Crusader, and my team mates have lost ships as well. I'm beginning to genuinely wonder if i'm fit for duty, I keep making stupid mistakes that cost my and my team mates their ships... I suppose it's just fortunate that we are only sticking to frigate-sized hulls at the moment, so we don't have to worry so much about replacing crew members.
Yishal spoke to me about my 'problem' the other night. She knows everything... She even has surveillance footage of the event in The Last Gate. I really do have no idea how she got hold of that, Verone's security is nothing short of impenetrable as far as I am aware. Rumours are apparently floating around the station about a 'mad capsuleer' who blows people's heads off just for fun. If people are going to gossip they should at least get the facts right... I shot Jarred in the chest, not in the head. And I certainly did not enjoy it.
She basically said that she doesn't trust me in my current state, and accused me of being a coward for using boosters. That hurt and if she where anyone else I would have probably thrown her out, but as much as I hate to admit it, she's right... If I can't keep my personal life in order, how am I supposed to manage during combat?
A pause for a good minute or so.
There is something about Yishal... She's been with us for less than a month, but I already respect her as an equal. Her combat prowess speaks for itself, but on a personal level there is something I kind of connect with. She's the quintessential Khanid, really... Beautiful, intelligent and utterly completely relentless in everything she does. Everything I aspire to be.
Another pause as realization dawns.
It's strange. I've rejected my own heritage, but I still aspire to the things that makes it what it is.
She laughs softly at the irony before continuing off on another tangent.
She gave me some sedatives that block out the REM portion of my sleep cycle. They have helped... I did actually use them last night after wussing out on Wednesday, and I did manage a full night's sleep - completely dreamless. I feel better, but I'm still so tired... I'm just so drained of energy right now, I barely have enough to move around. I feel terrible still, and I now have the mother of all migranes. But i've not broken anything yet. I don't think I can face jacking in to my capsule today... Maybe I'll just catch up on some paperwork.
End log.
1/26/2009
Withdrawal
Begin personal log, Monday 26th of January, 111.
I killed a man today... Shot him in the chest with my 'ceremonial' laser pistol. I wouldn't mind so much - I've killed thousands of people before, albeit from within the safety of my capsule - but he was one of my own people. Dockmaster Jarred Kine to be precise.
I don't know what came over me. I'd just come back from exploring the Tzvi system in my Vengeance... I'd felt some weird vibrations from the port stabilizer again. When I docked I told him to get it fixed, to which he replied that "there should be nothing wrong with it". The next thing I knew, he was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood with a fist-sized hole where his chest used to be.
There was no need for me to kill him. He was just doing his job, but I just felt so... angry that he had the nerve to disagree with me that my ship needed to be repaired. After all, I am the one who flies it, I should know better than anyone when something is wrong. But there was still no need for me to kill him. Why did I do that?
She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes for a moment.
I recieved an apology from Ethan Verone the other day for a comment he made in the IGS. I suppose I should feel privilaged, but all I feel at the moment is this... This hollowness inside me. The only real emotion I seem to be capable of feeling right now is utter blinding rage for absolutely no reason. I try to keep it in check around my peers... They don't need to know. Fortunately all that time hiding my true self back in the Ministry of War has given me an excellent poker face.
...I've not boosted since that night in The Last Gate. I really really feel the need to... Maybe just one, to calm my nerves a bit...
End Log.
I killed a man today... Shot him in the chest with my 'ceremonial' laser pistol. I wouldn't mind so much - I've killed thousands of people before, albeit from within the safety of my capsule - but he was one of my own people. Dockmaster Jarred Kine to be precise.
I don't know what came over me. I'd just come back from exploring the Tzvi system in my Vengeance... I'd felt some weird vibrations from the port stabilizer again. When I docked I told him to get it fixed, to which he replied that "there should be nothing wrong with it". The next thing I knew, he was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood with a fist-sized hole where his chest used to be.
There was no need for me to kill him. He was just doing his job, but I just felt so... angry that he had the nerve to disagree with me that my ship needed to be repaired. After all, I am the one who flies it, I should know better than anyone when something is wrong. But there was still no need for me to kill him. Why did I do that?
She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes for a moment.
I recieved an apology from Ethan Verone the other day for a comment he made in the IGS. I suppose I should feel privilaged, but all I feel at the moment is this... This hollowness inside me. The only real emotion I seem to be capable of feeling right now is utter blinding rage for absolutely no reason. I try to keep it in check around my peers... They don't need to know. Fortunately all that time hiding my true self back in the Ministry of War has given me an excellent poker face.
...I've not boosted since that night in The Last Gate. I really really feel the need to... Maybe just one, to calm my nerves a bit...
End Log.
1/24/2009
Embarrassment
Begin personal log, 24th of January, 111.
I'd not left my quarters now for almost a week... I finally managed to venture outside this evening to conduct some business with Yishal and Athas, but I still don't feel comfortable showing my face anywhere too public though... Not after last Saturday.
I honestly had no idea it had gotten that bad. And I still can't believe what happened... It's almost as if it wasn't really me, as if someone else was wearing my skin that night. I can still feel that needle in my chest...
She shudders at the thought
I owe Ethan Verone... His doctor saved my life. I suppose it's ironic that it's entirely possible that Ethan himself or a member of his organization could well be responsible for taking it away in the not too distant future.
I did think about exploring the station today, as i've spent most of my time in my quarters since the move... But I just... I can't bear the thought of being seen in public right now.
She sighs
End log.
I'd not left my quarters now for almost a week... I finally managed to venture outside this evening to conduct some business with Yishal and Athas, but I still don't feel comfortable showing my face anywhere too public though... Not after last Saturday.
I honestly had no idea it had gotten that bad. And I still can't believe what happened... It's almost as if it wasn't really me, as if someone else was wearing my skin that night. I can still feel that needle in my chest...
She shudders at the thought
I owe Ethan Verone... His doctor saved my life. I suppose it's ironic that it's entirely possible that Ethan himself or a member of his organization could well be responsible for taking it away in the not too distant future.
I did think about exploring the station today, as i've spent most of my time in my quarters since the move... But I just... I can't bear the thought of being seen in public right now.
She sighs
End log.
1/09/2009
Setbacks
Begin log, January 9th, 111.
I spoke to Aria about my plan recently. She got back to me a couple of days later with a less than satisfactory answer. It's not her fault of course... The Dominations are almost as distant to us as to everyone else. But it's still something of a setback.
It seems as though the Cartel is redirecting it's resources to deal with this Angel "Splinter Group" that popped up last week. It now means that I have to put my plan on hold either until the Dominations decide to free up some resources - and give me access to them - or I find an alternative.
Sigh.
Funding isn't the problem... I can pay for all this. It's just finding someone with the expertise I need and a willingness to get their hands dirty. It's safe to say that this well outstrips my own technical ability, so I have no chance of attempting to do it myself. Aria did suggest maybe trying a private agent, but I wouldn't even know where to begin looking. I did try contacting Rakiro, but he's been more difficult to get hold of than usual...
Come to think of it, I've not heard from him in a long time. He was working for Aliastra last I heard, and was taking steps to join PRELI. I do hope he's alright...
In other news, I agreed to visit Paradise this evening with Kelsy, Kleoptoleme and his wife: Sophie Starsparrow. According to 'Leme I had a massive argument with Sophie a while ago, but I don't really remember... I must have been drunk or something. Either way, I could do with the break...
I haven't slept for about three days and i'm having to use boosters, just to keep from collapsing on the spot. Maybe I should try and get some sleep so I look at least reasonable for this evening... But there is so much to do. These last few days have been extremely profitable for me, and things are starting to come together... But there is still so much planning and organization to do. I had no idea it would require quite so much work! I have a list of things to do and people to chase up as long as my arm... Maybe I should hire someone to make all these arrangements for me and just manage things from the sidelines. And I still need a location... As much as I love Derelik, the region is far too poor for what I have in mind. Somewhere in Caldari or Gallente space would be perfect, but i'm not exactly welcome in highsec anymore.
Another sigh, followed by a yawn.
It's pointless... I need to sleep. End log.
I spoke to Aria about my plan recently. She got back to me a couple of days later with a less than satisfactory answer. It's not her fault of course... The Dominations are almost as distant to us as to everyone else. But it's still something of a setback.
It seems as though the Cartel is redirecting it's resources to deal with this Angel "Splinter Group" that popped up last week. It now means that I have to put my plan on hold either until the Dominations decide to free up some resources - and give me access to them - or I find an alternative.
Sigh.
Funding isn't the problem... I can pay for all this. It's just finding someone with the expertise I need and a willingness to get their hands dirty. It's safe to say that this well outstrips my own technical ability, so I have no chance of attempting to do it myself. Aria did suggest maybe trying a private agent, but I wouldn't even know where to begin looking. I did try contacting Rakiro, but he's been more difficult to get hold of than usual...
Come to think of it, I've not heard from him in a long time. He was working for Aliastra last I heard, and was taking steps to join PRELI. I do hope he's alright...
In other news, I agreed to visit Paradise this evening with Kelsy, Kleoptoleme and his wife: Sophie Starsparrow. According to 'Leme I had a massive argument with Sophie a while ago, but I don't really remember... I must have been drunk or something. Either way, I could do with the break...
I haven't slept for about three days and i'm having to use boosters, just to keep from collapsing on the spot. Maybe I should try and get some sleep so I look at least reasonable for this evening... But there is so much to do. These last few days have been extremely profitable for me, and things are starting to come together... But there is still so much planning and organization to do. I had no idea it would require quite so much work! I have a list of things to do and people to chase up as long as my arm... Maybe I should hire someone to make all these arrangements for me and just manage things from the sidelines. And I still need a location... As much as I love Derelik, the region is far too poor for what I have in mind. Somewhere in Caldari or Gallente space would be perfect, but i'm not exactly welcome in highsec anymore.
Another sigh, followed by a yawn.
It's pointless... I need to sleep. End log.
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