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Kaleigh Doyle
Gallente
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Posted - 2008.09.29 06:59:00 -
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When you've been away as long as I have, perspectives and priorities tend to shift as immediate needs alter to fit the environment. Instead of mulling over stock indices and fiscal budgets for the upcoming year, I, amongst many others in the isolated dome community on this tiny little planet worry if the artificial weather generator is inconveniencing us with too many clouds. A petty issue, you may balk from your capsule as you read this, but if you'd spent as long as I have in space with a ghost-like complexion you'd be as crazy about starlight as I am.
It's been nearly a year since I've stepped back from the capsule and no matter how much I wash it, the inside of my suit still smells like sweat and ectoplasmic goo. Nevertheless, I slip back in and it fits like a glove. Well, almost. When you're convinced the universe is about to end and everything you've known is on the brink of apocalyptic implosion, the sensibilities of worrying about your diet are one of the first disciplines left behind. However, old habits died hard and the glamour of living without a care soon grew tiresome. In truth, every juicy morsel of guilt-free deliciousness was met with staggering memories of my trainer shouting at me to get my act together. *shivers*
The initial shock of space flight after such an extended absence was but the least of my concerns as I meandered back toward my homeland in the Federation. I won't pretend to have a fond relationship with my parents, but it was a relief to know they had vacated the warzone for somewhere safer and no one was harmed. My father is a proud man who beat back criminals and slave traders with the rest of the militia, but even he had to face reality and the danger present living in such a volatile area.
Whether you care or not about myself or my family's well being is irrelevant. I share this tiny, insignificant slice of my existence in the hope that there are others out there who appreciate the perspective of a fellow pilot's life. I have paid my debt to society and earned my fortune so that if desired, I could continue to live comfortably in quiet solitude for the remainder of my natural life. I've championed lost causes, fought to protect those less fortunate, and followed my heart blindly through hell and back with only these memories to show for it.
While some find Providence in these noble endeavors, idealism has never been a comfortable fit for someone of my background and interests. Call it enlightened self interest or callous narcissism, but in anticipation of my twenty-eighth birthday I've made a wish and a promise to myself not to mess with perfection. Clearly the Gods and Goddesses, the one true God, and the maker's creator collaborated on something really big for our future, and who am I to spoil the surprise? *winks*
Some of you may recognize me, others heard only a passing rumor, and many more I've yet to have the pleasure of your company. You see, doctors and psychiatrists label me an addictive personality, they just can't decide if its a learned behavior or in my genetic code. For someone who's experienced the fortune of this life it begs to wonder why anyone wouldn't be addicted to this existence and furthermore, why my doctors would encourage me to sedate these tendencies. Granted, not all of them are healthy or constructive, but what is life but an amusement ride of ups and downs? How can one appreciate the good without the bad?
My current addiction that craves to be sated is information. Feed me and I might just be your friend or even better. Tell me something new and interesting. Amuse me. Tell me a story, I don't really care what about. Show me you're not some mindless automation!
In eager anticipation,
xoxo
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Kaleigh Doyle
Gallente
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Posted - 2008.09.29 06:59:00 -
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When you've been away as long as I have, perspectives and priorities tend to shift as immediate needs alter to fit the environment. Instead of mulling over stock indices and fiscal budgets for the upcoming year, I, amongst many others in the isolated dome community on this tiny little planet worry if the artificial weather generator is inconveniencing us with too many clouds. A petty issue, you may balk from your capsule as you read this, but if you'd spent as long as I have in space with a ghost-like complexion you'd be as crazy about starlight as I am.
It's been nearly a year since I've stepped back from the capsule and no matter how much I wash it, the inside of my suit still smells like sweat and ectoplasmic goo. Nevertheless, I slip back in and it fits like a glove. Well, almost. When you're convinced the universe is about to end and everything you've known is on the brink of apocalyptic implosion, the sensibilities of worrying about your diet are one of the first disciplines left behind. However, old habits died hard and the glamour of living without a care soon grew tiresome. In truth, every juicy morsel of guilt-free deliciousness was met with staggering memories of my trainer shouting at me to get my act together. *shivers*
The initial shock of space flight after such an extended absence was but the least of my concerns as I meandered back toward my homeland in the Federation. I won't pretend to have a fond relationship with my parents, but it was a relief to know they had vacated the warzone for somewhere safer and no one was harmed. My father is a proud man who beat back criminals and slave traders with the rest of the militia, but even he had to face reality and the danger present living in such a volatile area.
Whether you care or not about myself or my family's well being is irrelevant. I share this tiny, insignificant slice of my existence in the hope that there are others out there who appreciate the perspective of a fellow pilot's life. I have paid my debt to society and earned my fortune so that if desired, I could continue to live comfortably in quiet solitude for the remainder of my natural life. I've championed lost causes, fought to protect those less fortunate, and followed my heart blindly through hell and back with only these memories to show for it.
While some find Providence in these noble endeavors, idealism has never been a comfortable fit for someone of my background and interests. Call it enlightened self interest or callous narcissism, but in anticipation of my twenty-eighth birthday I've made a wish and a promise to myself not to mess with perfection. Clearly the Gods and Goddesses, the one true God, and the maker's creator collaborated on something really big for our future, and who am I to spoil the surprise? *winks*
Some of you may recognize me, others heard only a passing rumor, and many more I've yet to have the pleasure of your company. You see, doctors and psychiatrists label me an addictive personality, they just can't decide if its a learned behavior or in my genetic code. For someone who's experienced the fortune of this life it begs to wonder why anyone wouldn't be addicted to this existence and furthermore, why my doctors would encourage me to sedate these tendencies. Granted, not all of them are healthy or constructive, but what is life but an amusement ride of ups and downs? How can one appreciate the good without the bad?
My current addiction that craves to be sated is information. Feed me and I might just be your friend or even better. Tell me something new and interesting. Amuse me. Tell me a story, I don't really care what about. Show me you're not some mindless automation!
In eager anticipation,
xoxo
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Kimochi Rendar
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.09.29 08:50:00 -
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Edited by: Kimochi Rendar on 29/09/2008 08:51:35
Kimochi appears in a live feed window, sitting at her desk in her quarters, a huge panoramic window behind her giving a splendid view of the planet below her home station.
Information... Maybe you are turning into a Jove? I've heard - and this is only a rumour, mind - that the Jove crave information above all else and have been known to pay vast sums of isk or provide other services for a particularly succulent tidbit.
In truth, only the Jove themselves know their own motives needs and desires. We can only speculate... But that is what makes them so fascinating isn't it? The mystique? We have so many unanswered questions about them... How does their technology work, what values is their society based on, what is their culture like? What do they even look like?
The only non-Jove who would be able to answer any of these questions are the Dominations... But they are just as mysterious as the Jove themselves, even to people such as myself who work for the Angel Cartel.
Some people even speculate that there are no Jove left at all, hence why they have been so silent during the huge events of the past few months... Personally I like to believe that they are still here, silently manipulating things beyond our perception. To me, the thought of an entire civilization exterminating itself is infinately more scary than one who can remain perfectly hidden from everyone.
Uhh.. Sorry to yammer on like that. You didn't specify what sort of information you wanted, so I just kind of blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
Kimochi touches a holographic control to end the transmission, her cheeks slightly flushed red.
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Rana Ash
Minmatar
Gradient
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.09.29 09:35:00 -
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Honey, Kaleigh  .. Good to see you once again, i heard a rumor that you would star in the upcomming holovid about the pilgrimage to the star. True or false?
As for information, well just look at where i am now.
I turnd over the reigns of my corp to a good friend, and is now haunting the good people of EM  .
lyret dedreen
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Blanche Genevre
Gallente
Top Guns Inc.
StarFleet Federation
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Posted - 2008.09.29 10:09:00 -
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Hi -waves-
A story you say... I don't have an incredible story to tell, my life isn't that exciting at the moment. I wake up in the morning, rush to space and start my duties as a pos supplier.
That wasn't so exciting to read I know, but than what's exciting about a life that is a number inside a 600 men alliance and each of us has something programmed to do?
Not much at all.
But that's my story and I just wanted to say hello
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Kai Zion
The Zion Accounts
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Posted - 2008.09.29 10:13:00 -
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Edited by: Kai Zion on 29/09/2008 10:14:31
I admit I had exactly the same thoughts upon reading this as you did, Kimochi. Since you got that particular ball rolling so well, I thought I would add a little more of what I have learned to it as well as some thoughts and questions of my own.
Ms. Doyle, I hope you find some value in such things, but as Kimochi said, it's hard to know exactly what you're after. I wonder and perhaps hope a little that you have a similarly inquisitive mind as your sister Nola and that this interests you even if it has no value beyond that.
Although there is a great deal that we do not know, as Kimochi said, there are some pieces of information that we can glean from the last few yearsÆ history.
For example, we know what at least some Jovians look like. This image stands on public record as one of very, very few depicting a Jovian.
Where is it from?
In YC 105, a rogue Jovian admiral named Ouria was caught up in a rather scandalous affair involving the sale of technology to outsiders - something strictly forbidden by his own people, apparently. From that, I personally assume that the Jovians by and large do not wish to interfere too deeply in matters outside their own troubled Empire - something that seems to run against the common perception that they are manipulating things behind the scenes. There is still room for them to be doing so, even in light of such things. For all we know, it could simply be the means by which they control who does the manipulation, and how.
If we assume that it is not some veil to hide their actions however, then what are we to make of it? Does that say anything about how they may feel, having granted us capsule technology via Ishukone, only to now turn around and prohibit further interventions? Do they feel they made a mistake? The thought that this may be a possibility troubles me, to say the least.
There is a great deal of information out there on Ouria. He was in frequent contact with many capsuleer residents of the Stain region, and thankfully, they captured and archived as much information as they could. One needs only know where to look to find it.
I have always found these words of his to be à fascinating; a most exceptionally rare insight into one of the great mysteries of our time.
ôAmarrians, always think religion has something to do with existenceàalways bound to your so called feelings. That is what hinders you from being able to become as advanced and powerful as my kin.ö
- Jovian Admiral Ouria, in conversation with Athule Snamn.
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Mori Felding
Minmatar
Re-Awakened Technologies Inc
Electus Matari
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Posted - 2008.09.29 11:45:00 -
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Kaleigh! While I don't have a story off the top of my head, I would absolutely love to see you on a pubcrawl that is being shot off this saturday by Electus Matari. I'm confident there'll be many stories to tell then, and you might get to see some old friends! Horatio been talking a lot about you, so maybe you'd come along and we could get acquinted? I hope so anyway. Just drop me a line at anytime if you're interested and I'll get you the details.
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Camperific
Es and Whizz
Hedonistic Imperative
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Posted - 2008.09.29 12:04:00 -
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Nice to see you back miss Doyle.A story?Well,maybe i can relate a recent encounter i had,it'll also tie in nicely to the Jove interest been shown here.
I was flying in the Parchanier system,when at one of the moons i encountered what i thought to be a rogue drone.This drone however identified herself as a Jovian of the modifier's sect,these being Jove who favour cybernetic enhancement rather than genetic manipulation.
Some rather extreme enhancement indeed to leave yourself looking like a drone.
I ran a couple of errands for her,nothing very exciting to speak of,but it did leave me with a better understanding from the Society of conscious thought.
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Kai Zion
The Zion Accounts
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Posted - 2008.09.29 12:35:00 -
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Kai blinks
That's one hell of a story.
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Kimochi Rendar
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.09.29 13:15:00 -
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Edited by: Kimochi Rendar on 29/09/2008 13:16:41
Indeed that is a very interesting story... I don't suppose you have any proof to back up your claims, Mr. Camperific?
And Kai, after reading your post I did a little digging myself... I found the transcript between Ouria and a capsuleer particularly intriguing. It seems that the disgraced Admiral harboured no love at all for anyone from the Amarr Empire, even to the point of arrogance. Although official statements made at the time by CONCORD on behalf of the Jovian Directorate seemed to point out that Admiral Ouria was a somewhat atypical example of Jovian thinking...
I wonder if the Directorate blamed the Admiral's affliction with the Jovian Disease for his strange behaviour, or if he was simply a loose cannon from the start?
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Kailea Shandrasekkar
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Posted - 2008.09.29 13:22:00 -
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Kaleigh! I'm so glad to hear from you once again.
So your family made it to safety, that's excellent news.
As a tidbit of information: A common friend married at last, and went planetside for real. Seems the war didn't reached his small piece of land in Intaki - yet. But he left me something to deliver to Nola if i ever bumped on you guys again; i wonder what it is.
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Natalcya Katla
Naqam
Exalted.
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Posted - 2008.09.29 14:56:00 -
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Welcome back, Kaleigh. I suppose we're farther apart in our outlooks on life than ever, but I still have to confess to the sentimentalism of being glad to see the return of a familiar face.
That being said, we're both still too young to sit around reminiscing about the past, so I'll just wish you good luck with the future. Maybe we'll talk sometime. |
Verone
Gallente
Veto Corp
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Posted - 2008.09.29 15:17:00 -
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Despite our disagreements in the past, it's nice to see you're still well Kaleigh.
As for my story, those who wish to know it already do. Those who don't know it don't care, or don't hang around or survive long enough to hear it.
It's good to know you're still around.
Fly safe.
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Revan Neferis
Amarr
The Archaeus of Blood
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Posted - 2008.09.29 15:25:00 -
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I wouldn't break my own protocols of finesse and etiquette and not give my good wishes on the return of a more than a familiar face.
It seems like in an universe of immortals, past, present and future matters little anyway.
So, good luck on whatever you choose to do on your return now. |
Camperific
Es and Whizz
Hedonistic Imperative
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Posted - 2008.09.29 16:20:00 -
[15]
 Originally by: Kimochi Rendar
Edited by: Kimochi Rendar on 29/09/2008 13:16:41
Indeed that is a very interesting story... I don't suppose you have any proof to back up your claims, Mr. Camperific?
Well assuming my word ain't enough..Fly to Parchanier VI,moon 5 and talk to her yourself.
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Norrin Ellis
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Posted - 2008.09.29 16:23:00 -
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A story? Well, there's one I've been keeping to myself as of late that I'd love to tell, but it is suitable neither for the public nor any close acquaintance. Perhaps you're just the person who might care to hear it, that I may relieve myself the burden of keeping secrets.
Welcome back to space, ma'am. |
Kai Zion
The Zion Accounts
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Posted - 2008.09.29 17:46:00 -
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Edited by: Kai Zion on 29/09/2008 17:50:01
I don't think it was that we didn't believe you, Camperific. It's just that well...you don't see this every day.
I like to think I've seen a lot in the short time I've been amongst the stars but...I'm honestly not sure what to think about that. I felt sick to the stomach and had to leave when..."she" attempted to open comms with me.
Ms. Doyle I'd like to thank you for this thread. It's opened my eyes in new ways. I hope it does the same for you as more contributions flow in.
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Gabrialle
Amarr
Sunspot Requisitions
Worlds End Consortium
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Posted - 2008.09.29 19:26:00 -
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Lady Doyle,
A ministry of war agent dropped an oddity in my lap recently. It appears that a rumour has cropped up within the amarr military that a caldari mercenary group recently returned from the fringes of known space. Not exceptional in itself, but they returned with a cargo of minmatar slaves, apparently they located a planet on which there was a small colony.
The truly odd thing was discovered when one of these minmatar was analysed, as you are no doubt aware we take a great deal of precautions when introducing stock from unknown sources.
The oddity was discovered upon analyses of the minmatar's genome, it shows evidence of tampering!
Now i took this with a pinch of salt you know how rumours are, though i heard a similar tale from one of my kaalikiota research agents. she's claiming that the oddities in the genome bore similarities to the genome samples recovered from the jovians by the amarrian Faus Akredon.
I have made inquiries as to the identity of these merc's as well as the planet's coordinates, alas i cannot gain any additional information. I have also been unable to locate any of these slaves myself.
Should anybody locate additional information and plan an expidition to this world, I am interested in acquiring a few samples for my own research. |
Aria Jenneth
Caldari
State Protectorate
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Posted - 2008.09.29 21:08:00 -
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Edited by: Aria Jenneth on 29/09/2008 21:08:49
Ms. Zion:
Oh, now isn't that interesting!
... Hm. You know, I've been wondering for a long time why it is that the Jovians apparently can't locate and work the Jovian disease out of their genetic code. If they went far enough "afield" into non-human forms before coming back, however-- that is, if they had to work their way back to a human-like form, rather than simply returning to an old pattern or staying with something they've always adhered to-- that might make more sense.
Their explorations seem to have been more radical than I'd thought. |
Kaleigh Doyle
Gallente
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Posted - 2008.09.29 23:09:00 -
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An amusing side note to the mystique and majesty of the Jovians, I had a brief conversation with one over public comms a couple years ago who gave himself the tagname of TomB. An individual who clearly enjoyed observing and studying us with that timeless Jovian curiosity, yet what surprised me most was his sharp wit. Say what you will about them, but this individual clearly appreciated the art of humor. Perhaps the joke's on us, hm?
*grins a bit before continuing...
You're absolutely right Ms. Rendar et all, I didn't specify what kind of information I wanted for a good reason. One could easily establish a neural link and upload the past year's news to digest all the important happenings in a singular format, but in an age of instant accessibility the gift of story telling has become a lost art. Even the notion of meeting ones friends and fellow pilots at some grungy backwater station pub has largely become an exception to a standard. Throngs of adoring fans swamped around you, assassins lurking in the background waiting for the perfect opportunity, and all little tiny microbes swimming through the air just make these kinds of excursions more of a headache than a source of relaxation.
The Federation may be my home but the capsuleer community are where I turn when life seems uncertain, because...who else to know our trials and tribulations but those who share our lifestyle? If my father knew what kind of nonsense I'd gotten myself into for the past four years, he'd have died long ago. As Ms. Katla says, we may be young and not linger on the past, but I can't help but feel like I've lived enough for several lifetimes. Four years feels like forty, and I think it's easy losing oneself in this fast-paced life. I suppose it's the price we pay, yet I think we as pilots can all relate on some level.
Oh and to former friends, lovers, compatriots, and complete strangers: I haven't ignored you and your welcomes haven't gone unacknowledged. Should we have the fortune of passing one another in this universe I'll share my warmest of greetings for you. Space is much smaller than it used to be and who knows where this body will find herself...
In a universe of shoot first and ask questions later, one has to wonder if the gift of conversation has been lost in the hail of railgun fire. Perhaps the vaccuum hasn't claimed our souls but settles for our silence. Afterall, the mystique of the unknown is both a frightening and exciting proposition.
And thus in commemoration I raise a glass and propose a simple request. I don't want your story, I desire a story. Something you've seen or heard, or simply conjured from your mind. Surprise and entertain me...I promise I won't be picky. 
xoxo~ |
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Noriko Rei
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Posted - 2008.09.30 02:07:00 -
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Please excuse me, as I am not much for telling tales, but my father used to take me on his lap when I was younger and speak of our people with fervent reverence...
Ages ago, before the Federation marked its boundaries among the stars, the Sang Do lords of the Jin-Mei people fought bitterly over mere parcels of land, dividing them amongst their subjects of the lower castes. One such warrior had claimed for himself a vast nation, stretching from sea to sea, and he was seated upon a great throne, with many governors in his land.
His wealth surpassed only by his vanity, he commissioned a scribe in the third year of his reign to chronicle each day of his life, that his children's children's children would know of his greatness and aspire to be the same. The scribe dutifully penned each day's events, and it pleased his Sang Do master to build a library to house the pages of his life.
It came to pass in the seventh year of chronicles that a severe famine came over the land, and militias raided neighboring provinces for food. As governors fought between themselves to survive, the Sang Do lord turned a blind eye and deaf ear to their plight, satisfied in his own opulent splendor, never lacking for anything. The scribe's heart, however, was with the people.
As his lord kept court one morning, the scribe was seen sitting idle, not bothering to record a single word. The Sang Do was particularly displeased, demanding to know why the scribe neglected his duty.
Ever humble, the chronicler bowed low and replied, "If it pleases my lord to know, each day is no different than the last. Every morning my lord awakes and consults his mirror, with which he is greatly pleased, and each night my lord retires, confident that he is a wise and just ruler, regardless of what has transpired between."
Enraged, the Sang Do ordered his scribe beheaded, appointing a new writer to take his place. With trembling hands and a fearful heart, this new scribe recorded the rest of the day, lest he forfeit his life, as well.
The following morning, the lord of the house arose and proceeded to his mirror, as was his custom, but he did not see what he always saw, therefore he turned his back and fled the dreadful image. Coming to his library, he requested the previous day's writings. The clear strokes of the morning pen read:
"My lord has awakened and is very pleased to admire his own virtue."
...followed by the nearly illegible scribblings of the afternoon...
"My lord has broken his mirror, for it has shown him that he is remiss in his duty, and I fear that I shall not cast such a clear reflection, lest my fate should be the same. The crackling flames of the funeral pyre echo the lament of the people, and my lord retires early; he is quite displeased, yet with whom I cannot say."
The Sang Do neatly folded the paper, taking it with him from the library. From that day, he restored his land to prosperity with the same resolve by which he had claimed it, loving his people as his own children, that they should enjoy the blessings of his good fortune as much as any of his sons that might sit on his throne.
He charged his scribe to write an account of the nation each day, and every morning he would read the past day's chronicle as an honest reflection of himself.
...so my father tells me to this day that as long as I am healthy and happy, he is very much pleased with the man he sees in the mirror.
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Feng Schui
Minmatar
Ghost Festival
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Posted - 2008.09.30 03:58:00 -
[22]
A Minmatar, a Gallente, a Caldari, and an Amarr walked into a bar....
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Kai Zion
The Zion Accounts
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Posted - 2008.09.30 06:33:00 -
[23]
...the Amarrian seems lost. This is a Minmatar bar after all, filled with smoke, rowdy voices, giant holo-screens depicting gladiatorial combat and û of course û seductive Vherokior women offering all kinds of services. He approaches the Bartender and asks "What's the quickest way back to Kador from here?" "Are you walking or taking a shuttle?" asks the Brutor behind the bar. The Amarrian blinks a few times and looks at him. "Well...I'm taking a shuttle, of course."
"That's the quickest way," says the Bartender.
The Matari is agitated by this time from all the waiting, particularly with an Amarrian being seen to first, by another Matari no less! He is sitting there covered in grease, having just recently made it out of a long day at the workshop....tools still hanging from a belt and a thick length of jumper cables wrapped around and over his shoulders like some kind of ammunition belt.
Surveying him closely as he demands a drink in a gruff voice, the Bartender can't help but ask "You're not going to start anything, are you?"
Meanwhile the Gallentean and Caldari have found themselves seats. Noticing theyÆve not yet bought anything, the Brutor behind the bar nods to one of his Vherokior girls and sends her out to see what theyÆre after.
As she approaches the Caldari man, the Gallentean halts her and asks for a double entendre, so she gives him one.
Lastly, the Caldari. HeÆs sitting there quite happily, it seems. Clearly heÆs just come to watch the holo-screens and see if his bets are going to pay off. ôIÆm afraid youÆve gotta buy something, Mister,ö the Vherokior says to him firmly. Reluctantly lifting his eyes from the Splinterz match unfolding on the giant screens, he eyes her up and down for a long moment, clearly impressed.
ôHow much are you, then?ö he asks. ô5 ISK an hourö she replies with a smile.
ôIÆll have a beer thanks,ö the Caldari replies.
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Hon Kovell
Gallente
Neh'bu Kau Beh'Hude
Ushra'Khan
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Posted - 2008.09.30 12:19:00 -
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The Intaki have long understood the importance of rebirth. That in every cycle of life that we pass through we can progress. That every cycle of life brings us closer to universal enlightenment (or further away, as we understand better how far there is still to go).
After a lifetime of preparation we distil ourselves into our most refined essence. That part of us that we think needs to go on. That part that needs to be passed on to the next cycle of our life. That part along with a collection of annoying songs we didn't manage to get out of our head.
Some feel their life is not yet complete - that they have more to learn or to teach. They pass on their entire memories and make a new them. I call these people self-absorbed fools. Obviously less common now that cloning is common.
Old information, I'm sure. On to the new. I have met three Reborn who had decided that what they must pass on was their skills, and the love of those skills. Not as odd as it may seem at first. They felt that the perfection of their skills was but an aspect of the perfection of the whole.
One had dedicated their many lives to carving wooden sculptures. The shavings on the floor had more vibrancy and life than most carvings I have seen. If I was as rich as a podpilot I would fill my life with their work. Which, fortunately, I am. I searched for another such which led me to this next.
Another had dedicated their life to juggling. When the Intaki first formed the Federation they were there - juggling. When the Gallente first arrived on Intaki they were there - juggling. I must admit, while I can understand that one skill is no greater than another I had trouble accepting their choice.
So there you have my information. There is someone out there who has spent the last few hundred years, at least, perfecting their juggling.
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Cipher7
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Posted - 2008.09.30 17:58:00 -
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Idealism of youth gives way to cautious self-interest.
The older I get the more I realize, nothing really changes, just a revolving door of rebels, criminals, tyrants and patriots.
Before you were born there was nothingness, and at the end there is nothingness.
Between those two points is a dream, whether it be a pleasant dream or a nightmare for some, but a dream nonetheless.
Taste it, experience it, feel all of it, even the unpleasantness is a flavor, like a spicy food that's way too hot, realize that you won't be eating it forever and treat it like an adventure.
Endeavor to be light-hearted and cheerful, be pleasant with others, for you are part of their dream and they are part of yours.
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Veron Daerth
Amarr
Blood Meridian
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Posted - 2008.09.30 19:49:00 -
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Originally by: Kai Zion
a joke
<Laughter can be heard coming from off the screen, interspersed with coughing>
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Cefany
Minmatar
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Posted - 2008.10.01 19:55:00 -
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Edited by: Cefany on 01/10/2008 19:55:47
Doesn't this turn out to be a wonderful surprise! You probably don't remember me, but I was a support bunny in my younger days.
Strange, it almost feels like time flows differently for capsule pilots. I know it has only been a few standard years, but the memories are fuzzy and indistinct.
The physical signs never seem to leave though. In my rush to retire the first time, I neglected to sell everything so I've got half a dozen junk piles spread across half of Martar space. In one of those piles, I found my first Probe. She still had all of the marks and sc****s and scratches from the long months of abuse I heaped on her sturdy little frame. Every cut and gouge in the armor brought back a fresh memory of mining ops past. I still hit my head on the pod bay door frame that is just slightly too low after my little Probe got "nudged" by an anxious pilot in their new hauler.
Ahh, but you didn't want my story at all, did you?
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Ceffy is a good little miner,
Her cruiser is much finer,
And her industrial is pretty good too.
When she is good, she is very very good,
But when she is bad she is very very popular. |
Cefany
Minmatar
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Posted - 2008.10.01 21:28:00 -
[28]
The Amarrian regent strode purposely through the crowd of Minmatar revelers, his tall frame silhouetted against the bonfire around which a thousand masked, sweaty, and thoroughly intoxicated bodies gyrated and danced. He stiffened his back and inhaled deeply, nostrils assaulted by the smells of wood smoke and freshly turned earth.
"SILENCE!" he bellowed.
The pounding of drums and drone of sahidh pipes halted abruptly, replaced by a low angry rumbling from the crowd. Grotesque faces turned toward the regent and regarded him from behind the safety of their outlandish masks. Long noses and pointy chins wobbled and here and there gross caricatures of typically Amarr faces presented themselves in mute challenge.
Before the regent could speak again, a lone figure detached itself from the mass of bodies and glided gracefully toward him, her mask smooth and delicate with muted, almost subservient features. In to his hand she pressed a large earthen jug and covered his hands with her own. Upward they pressed until the jug was at his lips. There was a moment of hesitation, but he drank deeply, allowing the sweet silvery liquid to overflow on to his crisply starched tunic.
The regentÆs head swam from the potent beverage and he allowed his back to bend. As if by cue, a pair of men came forward and tied a mask over the AmarrianÆs face. The music and dancing resumed as if there had been no interruption, and soft warm hands pulled him in to the swirling center of the wild cavorting. The jug went to his lips time and time again, soaking his mask and uniform but leaving behind a sense of well-being and warmth.
The electric sensations of flesh on flesh contact pulled the regent from his drowsy fog, and he found himself on his back with the smooth masked girl writhing above him, pale skin beaded with sweat from her exertions.
"Your mask." he croaked as he reached for her face "Please, I want to see..."
The girlÆs thighs tightened on the AmarriansÆs hips as she arched her back then drove her fist down in to his chest. The sudden shock delayed the pain of the slim blade that pierced the regentÆs heart.
The girl leaned close to his ear.
"IÆm not wearing a mask." She whispered.
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Ceffy is a good little miner,
Her cruiser is much finer,
And her industrial is pretty good too.
When she is good, she is very very good,
But when she is bad she is very very popular. |
Vendrin
Caldari
Stimulus
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Posted - 2008.10.02 01:01:00 -
[29]
Good to see a familiar face Ms. Doyle. Welcome back. Quite a few things have changed since your departure, not withstanding the political realities of the empires. I look forward to speaking again with you in the Summit.
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Irongut
M'8'S
Frontal Impact
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Posted - 2008.10.03 03:36:00 -
[30]
Kaleigh! It's good to see you again and to hear you're returning to space. I can't think of any profound stories or mysterious Jovian rumours right now so I'll tell you something a bit more personal...
I recently decided to treat myself so I bought an old-fashioned wooden hot tub and installed it on my Thanatos. Constructed from Intaki hardwood staves and steel bands like a huge barrel it's big enough for eight people. I'm sure my XO doesn't approve, or maybe it's the company I've been inviting to share it with me he doesn't approve of. But, the water is hot and bubbly and the drinks are cold and strong... it's the best way to unwind after a hard day spent in a pod.
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The future is Black. Brace for Impact! |
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