Stories in the EVE universe



Overheard in a blue-collar Amarr drinking establishment:

Yeah, so this is an odd one. Yesterday, I’m working the swing shift, right? And I gotta do maintenance on the gate tracking systems. No big deal, quick EVA, make sure the gate guns are online, that sorta thing. Niraja system, inbound.

So there I am, just wrapped up and my scanner picks up a code yellow. There’s this Catalyst right, and it’s just locked on to a pod.

Now in my line of work, we see this thing all the time. A shame, but whatya gonna do? Pirates are all over HiSec these days.

So sure enough, the Cat totally wrecks that pod. Like there was any doubt. And in a microsecond, our gate guns fry the Cat. The Cat pilot warps out in his pod, heading in-system to one of the planets. Like I said, all the time with these gank pirates right? The pod pilot probably woke up, realized he screwed the pooch, and so it goes. The Cat pilot lost SecRating and a lot of standing with the Empire. There’s no ISK in it. I got no idea why they do that sorta thing.

So my wife, you remember her right? She likes those holos about the Capsuleers. SCOPE and those shows. Me? I can’t stand ’em. But every night after Temple, we gotta see whose fighting who and what the damn Minnies are up to. So I tells her about the gank I saw and she pulls up the records.

Here’s where it get funny. The pod pilot? He’s a big shot Goonswarm military director. I mean, what the hell is he doing flying a pod through HiSec on autopilot right? This guy can fly a Titan if’in he wants. The Cat pilot? He’s that guy that just got woken up after a four-year dirt-nap. The Khanid one….gah, whatzisname…You know, the one whose been killin’ those Blooders? Mokk, riiight. Yeah, him.

So what’s the deal? Did he know? Why was he up in Niraja? The Goon didn’t have a bounty. He was however flying with, get this, over 500 million ISK worth of cybernetics jacked in. I mean, what’s the deal with this Mokk guy? First he aces the Blooder that woke him. Then he drives said Blooder’s girlfriend into an early retirement. Then he gets that other Blooder…the Doc, the crazy one Borkstar. Yeah, he captures him and slaps a slave collar on him. Then he ganks a top-level Goon? It don’t make sense I tell ya.

I will tell ya this. Remember what they said? That he was doin’ business with the Cartel? I bet that’s it. He’s just gotta have Angels pulling his strings. I mean, how else would he know about the Goon?

What, me? Naw, I don’t watch those shows. It’s my wife I tell ya. I can’t stand ’em. Reality shows like that are gonna be the death of this Empire, you watch.


Interlude II: Moving to Return.


Sinti’s Personal Log: 113.6.07

It’s been a little over a month since I moved to Aman Sah.

I get to see Boss about once a day. Not much more than when we’re stationed on different worlds, but we get to meet in person and not over a comm system.


I’d gotten a request from Esna Pitoojee, a Knight from the order of the Merciful Crown. He wanted to ask some questions. They were about Gemma. Oh my friend, has it really been a year?

Odd thing. Victoria Stecker, the bitch who killed Gemma has been seen in the area. Boss almost caught her off the station but she had a cloaking device.

So Esna tells me Gemma had gotten a crop of slaves from the Angel Cartel when we were stationed on Kuomi. Says that Nikita Alterana might have been involved. Boss has been hanging out with a few other Angels lately too. So what’s the connection? It’s like everywhere we turn, we’re running into members of the Cartel.

So much confusion. I needed answers.

So I went up to Boss’ office. He grunted as I walked in. the lights were low and he was staring blankly at a pile of data pads in front of him. He looked like hell. He’d let his beard grow in fully and the tattoo he was now wearing around his right eye made him look grim.


“Hi yourself,” he replied. “Do me a favor? Pour us a drink?”

“Sure Boss.” It kind of spoke volumes that Boss wanted a drink. Usually he only drank socially. But I poured out a couple of glasses of absinthe, handed one to him and curled up on the small sofa.

He took a large gulp and stared at me. “We have more problems.”

I sipped mine and grinned, “What now? Don’t’ tell me Star Fraction is moving down here?”

“Not, hardly.”

“Then what?”

“Our work out here has been based on forming alliances with different groups. On paper, we’ve been giving these groups letters of marque; turning the better pirate corporations into privateers. They give us extra firepower; we give them better logistics and military oversight. It’s made the low-sec systems on the border safer, but there’s been a lot of cracks in the foundation we built. First Kador left, then a few other smaller groups. But now…” He took another swig.

“Now, one of the bigger allies we had out here, ATLAS, has decided to rethink their position.”

It was my turn to take a long pull at my glass. “That’s…bad…Boss. Are they going to be hostile?”

He nodded. “They’ve already made a raid here and took out the jump bridge network. I didn’t put the station on full alert, no sense in panicking everyone, but yeah. This is going to be a real war, not bullshit posturing like we saw with the Orphans. Lady Silas is meeting with the other leaders, but we could be in for a rough patch. As of 0600 tomorrow, I’ll be keeping the station on heightened alert status.”

“Ok. What’s the plan?”

“The plan?” He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigar and closed his eyes a moment, “The plan is I want you hell and gone. Take your ships and set up shop in Vezilla.”

“Boss! No!”

“Don’t argue Sinti. If we need to evacuate, I want to know that you’re safe and we’re going to be busy enough trying to get the rest of our people out of here.”

“But boss, you’re going to need transport ships and the Homestead is one of the biggest we have. Those Bestower-class transports look pretty n’all, but I can handle a lot more cargo and personnel. Besides, something else just came up that you’re gonna need me to handle. It’s about Gemma.”

“Like what?” he glowered.

“Well, I got this message from Sir Esna and…”

A panel on his desk began to chirp.

“Bide a moment Sinti.”

He pressed a button on his desk and a hologram appeared above it. I recognized him. It was Dr. Ganth, the head of the station’s clone-bay.

“Good evening Doctor,” Boss said, “What can I do for you?”

The image of the doctor flickered above the desk, his mouth turned down like he’d just eaten a bug.

“I’m sorry to um…disturb you. Ah…at such a late hour but. Well, there’s a…discrepancy with um…well, don’t worry. I mean, we’ll make any needed replacements but I just thought you should know and…”

Boss cut him off, “Get to the point.”

“Well sir. There seems to be a problem with the clone you have at this station.”

“What kind of problem…no, you know what? Hold that thought. I’ll be right there.”

Boss cut the hologram feed as he stood up. “Coming Sinti?”

We made our way down to the medical bay. Aman Sah may not be as big as the stations normally found in high-sec, but years of sovereignty wars in the area had necessitated a small but state of the art medical center with a dedicated staff. Cloning facilities are a vital part of any modern medical center. Cloned organs and limbs help save the lives of the “regular” customers, but the clone banks are vital to the existence of infomorphs like Boss and me. A “problem” with a clone could result in a capsuleer’s true death. If Dr. Ganth seemed nervous, it was with good reason.

Boss led the way. The clone bank was quiet and smelled faintly of antiseptics. A team of technicians were prepping a clone for animation. I tried to see if I recognized the person-to-be, but Boss kept a fast pace. By bringing me along, he was expecting me to watch his back so I didn’t want to lag behind.

We turned a corner to a hall that lead to the offices for the different department heads. Dr. Ganth’s was the last one on the left. The hall lights were dimmer here, toned down for the station’s night cycle.

Boss didn’t knock. He threw open the door, strode to the edge of Dr. Ganth’s desk and leaned over.

Boss’ voice was low and clear and promised sooner-than instant death, “What’s wrong with my clone doctor?”

Doctor Ganth was a tall man, almost as tall as Boss and much taller than me. Boss has a way of filling a room though and Dr. Ganth seemed to shrink in his chair a bit.

“Well sir, it’s um…I was running a routine diagnostic and I found a discrepancy. You see, we have to make sure that our clones are an exact match with the current clone of a given individual. The clone also has to be an exact match with the clones a person might also have at another station. With “jump clones” this is especially important. A subject needs to be able to er…download quickly and not have to worry about delays. It takes about twenty-four hours before a person can adjust to his new body and that gives us time to make sure that his other clones match. After a day, the subject can “jump” again into another clone.”

Boss nodded, “I understand all this Doctor. If you plan on getting to the point sometime today…”

“Well, when a person decides on certain cosmetic changes, we go through the whole diagnostic process again. You recently got a…tattoo and you indicated that you wanted it replicated on your other clones. So while I was running a diagnostic on your clone here, I got the feed from the clone bank at your home system, Neyi. That’s where I noticed the discrepancy.”

“What discrepancy?”

“Since most capsuleers augment their bodies with different cybernetic enhancements and chip sets, clones are always made with ten “ports” so the individual can add whatever upgrades he desires. Your clone here and the one you have in the Curse region have the standard ten ports. The ones you have in Neyi and other high-sec stations have an eleventh port.”

Boss asked, “What do you mean an eleventh port? Ten is the standard. Go beyond that and the person develops cyber-psychosis.”

Ganth typed on his terminal and a holographic image appeared, “I know. So I requisitioned details on the additional port and I received this readout from your home system.”

Boss paled. I think I would have screamed if I could have found my voice.

“You see sir, this extra port…there? It’s a port for a transcranial microchip. A behavior modifier.”

Sinjin’s Personal Logs:

Emerging from the shadows, I covered his mouth with one hand and drew my blade across his throat. The pirate slumped to the deck twitching. I motioned my team forward and we made our way from the flight deck, level by level and office to office up to Command and Control.

The hatch to C&C was sealed so I motioned Oghan forward. I signed to him to run a patch and he pulled a wire from his data pad and began hacking. Seconds felt like hours but he got us access quickly. Then it was Sabra’s turn. I gave us a slow count, pulled the hatch wide and she tossed in a pair of gasflash grenades.

We charged the room. I left my blade stuck in the ribs of one of the enemy and took a round from a blaster, but my chest plate absorbed the impact. I burned the pirate that fired the shot with my laser, shot three more and threw a spike into another. Then it was over.

Sabra was down with a blaster shot to her leg, but Philo had his med pack out and was treating her.

I went over to the Comm unit and typed in the frequency. The channel opened, “Lady Silas, this is Mokk. C&C is secured. A2-V27 is ours…”

It was spring at the Royal Palace on Khanid Prime. My older brother Osric was spending his usual three month visit and we were attending a formal dinner. Being one of the few of the capsuleer class there, I was something of an oddity; the subject of sidelong glances and many whispers. The King was there, dressed in a uniform of yellow and his Gallente slave doted on him, acting the part of a Queen. She was resplendent in red. I’d hoped for an audience, but they retired early. Osric and I got drunk, avoided our usual arguments and witnessed Baron Forlan’s duel the next morning. The Baron won again.

With Osric still on Prime, I hosted a party at home. Julliun Sultenas, Contessa Marie and Jhary Sylorin from our labs attended. We ate on the large eastern balcony overlooking Syrinx Planum. The autumn sky was clear and we could see out all the way to the escarpment and the sea beyond. My niece Thea played at my feet and I marveled at how much she’d grown. My brother Jon said a prayer over the feast. He looks good in his new Bishop robes.

Later, I walked with Jhary and Sinti through the gardens.

“We’re still looking at the prophecy angle of course. I’m still not a believer, but the stuff in the Macaper document does seem to dovetail with the papers your father left.”

I turned to face Jhary, “It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop. This past year…Gemma’s death, the Sansha incursions. Our expansion into Querious and the things we’re finding there.”

Sinti took my arm, “Aryus was a good man. As much a father to me as my own. He knew what he was talking about Sinj. I’m just worried about the parts that seem to indicate us.”

“Me too Sinti,” Jhary said. “The scientist in me is screaming bullshit. But another part inside…It’s like we’ve been here before. Like we’ve been agents of fortune, always fighting for some kind of balance between Law and Chaos. But if our calculations are right, things are going to start moving a lot faster. And we’re still running at a deficit. Julliun didn’t want to mention it, but we’re going to need some additional funding.”

“I’ve been thinking of that Jhary. I want to keep MMZ in high-sec, but if we dismantle some of the factories here and move them into Querious, we could start making some serious ISK pretty quickly. But I’m going to need a chief of staff to handle the industrial side of things…how about it Sinti? Feel like leaving the Labs and finally becoming a soldier for KP-V?”

“Oh Boss…I thought you’d never ask.”

Yesterday’s talk with lady Laerise went well. We haven’t had many P.I.E. VIP’s visit our headquarters, but we remembered our etiquette.

Another piece of the prophecy puzzle came to pass. Maybe. I’ve been hoping that we could avoid getting sucked back into the war with the Minmatar. But Ushra’Khan just declared war on our alliance, the Vanguard Imperium.

Sinti made it out to UVHO without a problem. It will take a while for her to set up shop, especially under war conditions. But the bitches who killed Gemma are both in U’K now. It looks like God is pointing me in the direction of vengeance at last.

I’m in the A2 station. It’s been renamed “Aman Sah” from the Amarr “We Fight proud for the Holder.” We Fight.

I just had a courier visit my office. He left me a small box. I’ve opened it and there’s a data crystal inside.

Open Transmission:

Abdiel Verat’s image flickers to life before me. She stares, slowly pulling her hair free. It looks a lighter shade of brown, almost blonde as it cascades down her shoulders.

“Sinjin. My people have been keeping me up to date on your actions, but if you’re going to keep ties with the Cartel, you’re going to need to visit. Soon.

“You wanted to know more about some of the tech we’ve gotten from the Jovians. Well, I’ve asked and been told in no uncertain terms that you get nothing for nothing. Do some more jobs for us and maybe we can introduce you to some people higher up the food chain.

“I miss you. And I’m going to kick your butt for making me wait so long without any contact.

“In the meantime, and against my better judgment, I’m going to give you a file from my personal stash. It’s a compilation of video files showing different types of ships the Jovians have used. I have other video files I could show you…but TANSTASFL lover. “There Aint No Such Thing As A Free Lunch.”

Her hand strays to the zipper of her jumpsuit. Slowly she begins to pull it down. Halfway there the image fades, replaced by a different video feed…

Sinjin’s personal log; Stardate Y113.04.03

As predicted, we lost the A2 system to our enemies. Luckily, we were able to evacuate our personnel and equipment before the fall. Rather than retreating back to Vezilla, we decided to go deeper into Querios. Xeno Tech Corp, a member of our alliance offered to share a system it has sovereignty over and so we’ve moved into a system designated UVHO-F. A full fifteen jumps from Vezilla, this system is in a deep pocket of null-sec. Since we no longer have to worry about securing A2, we now have the freedom to cultivate this systems many resources, while using it as a forward base against our enemies in the Querios sector.

KP-V HQ within UVHO-F

UVHO-F Survey

Sun: The UVHO-F system has one primary star. It is classified as a G-3 type, pink and small. To me it seems very similar to the one back home in Neyi. This star however is a few billion years younger than Neyi and like many stars in this sector, is at the beginning of its life.

Planet 1
The first planet in the system is a lava world. Properly speaking, its a fast magnetic. With an orbital period of only 16 days, this world is constantly torn seismically by extreme heat from the star, cold from its tide-locked dark side and the immense gravitational forces that speed it along. Its one moon is much colder by comparison. Orbiting in only a day its pull helps stabilize the wild ride of its parent.

Planet 2
The second is an Oceanic world. It resides at 0.769 AU, putting just on the inside edge of the habitable zone. Still, it’s a very warm world. Low atmospheric pressure and an average surface temperature just below the boiling point mean that any habitable areas lay well beneath the surface. It has no moons and remarkably, no axial tilt. This keeps the world’s tides and seasons very uniform.

Planet 3
The third planet is a temperate world. Its distance is almost exactly 1 AU from the star and has a small axial tilt. Compared to many, this world is a paradise. Scans indicate a planet rich in basic lifeforms. There hasn’t been much of any exploration of this planet except for the placement of a few landing bases and automated factories. A full analysis will have to be done to see if full colonization is viable. There is one barren moon.

Planet 4
The system’s first gas giant is comprised primarily of hydrogen and methane. It is a ringed world with seven moons. Like the other planets in the system, this giant and its moons are a wealth of resources.

Planet 5
The fifth planet is similar to the first in that it is technically a lava world. This planet however suffers more from geologic instability than the effects of the star’s gravity. At a little over 3 AU, this tide-locked planet is not a nice place to visit except for its stark beauty. It has one moon that whips around the planet every five standard days, adding to the stress on the planet’s tectonic plates.

Planet 6
Planet six is an archetypical dead terrestrial. It has a thin atmosphere comprised mostly of carbon dioxide with traces of nitrogen. The equatorial zones are relatively warm, allowing EVA with only a respirator and pressure suit, but the overall temperature average is quite cold. The polar regions are ice-capped with a combination of water and carbon dioxide. It has one barren moon.

Planet 7
The seventh planet is a ringed gas giant. Its atmosphere is comprised mostly of hydrogen with traces of helium. It has seventeen moons that are rich in many different types of resources.

Planet 8
Like the sixth planet, planet eight is a barren world. However, it is larger, has a higher gravitational pull and shows a good deal of geological activity. The planet has many active volcanoes and its heavier gravity has caused it to attract a good deal of asteroid and comet impacts. Its three moons are probably captives of this planet’s gravity.

Planet 9
The ninth planet is an ice world. Just shy of 27 AU, this would-be oceanic is far too cold to support liquid water on its surface. Initial scans however indicate a layer of liquid water far under the frozen surface that supports basic planktons and other micro-organisms. Considering its distance from the star, it is safe to assume that this world also has a good degree of geothermal activity with liquid water and other aqueous liquids supporting the native lifeforms. Like planet eight, a sister world, it has a heavy gravitational field. Like its sister, it too has three moons.

Planet 10
The tenth true planet in the system falls into this category only through its thin methane atmosphere. A barren planet, this cold rock exists on the edge of the system’s Kuiper belt. Although tide-locked, this planet does contain a few patches of ice at its polar regions and at certain parts of its regolith. Those areas that are near geothermic hot-spots appear to hold a decent amount of microorganisms. Standing theory is that the ice and microorganisms were originally from the ninth planet but were blasted off during an impact and deposited here. It could be that the ice and microorganisms were once seeded by comet activity, though this is less likely. Planet ten has one tiny moon. At 37km, it is little more than a captured asteroid.

The system has several asteroid belts. They can be found near planet 2, 3 5, 6, 9 and 10 and contain good amounts of Bistot, Crokite, Kernite, Plagioclase, Pyroxeres, Scordite, Spodumain, Veldspar, Gneiss, Mercoxit, and Omber. An ice field follows the dark side of the first planet and is rich in Krystallos and Enriched Clear Icicle. This field is gradually disappearing due to it’s proximity to the star and will probably only exist for another few thousand years.

UVHO-F does have dangers. Blood Raider deadspace sites are scattered throughout the system. For example, between Planet 3 and 4 I uncovered a Crimson Hand Supply Depot

According to reliable sources within the Amarr navy this deadspace complex is currently occupied by a large contingency of Crimson Hand cultists. Intelligence indicates that the Crimson Hand, a militant splinter group of the Bloodraider Covenant, is currently engaged in a massive military buildup. It is unclear if they are still allied with Omir Sarikusa but what is obvious is that they seem to be planning something big. DED Threat Assessment: Serious (6 of 10).

I alerted our neighbors and they send a small fleet to take down this complex.

It had been the better part of a month since my last trip to Angel space and I needed to continue my work there…

We few, we happy few…

It’s the morning before battle.

I’m writing this from an outpost on one of the planets in the A2-V27 System. It’s null-sec, but it’s a system rich in habitable worlds and resources. It’s also one of the main gateway systems between Khanid and null-sec.

Our alliance has done some good work here, but the pirates have rallied. I have no illusions. This is going to be a hard battle. We stand outnumbered. If our allies join us, if we’re lucky enough and smart enough then maybe…It’s no longer the time for “ifs.”

We either stop them here and now. This is where we draw the line. This is where we make our stand against those who would bring suffering to the people of Khanid.

I have with me a scroll. It’s one my father gave me when I graduated the academy. He said one day I would need it. It’s a speach given long ago to troops who faced an equally perilous situation. These may be my last words.

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day!

Something new!

Sinti here folks.

Ok, so for some strange reason, imaging has gotten better in the galaxy. So while we’re making changes, here’s a pic of me and the Boss.


Better Angels

I suppose it’s been a while since I updated this log…

As I predicted, the Sansha Nation threat bloomed into something that no one government can hope to contain. The Empire might be able to do it, but not while fighting wars along the Minmatar and Gallente fronts. I suppose this is where I could tell Gangleri and Vouja “I told you so.” But I’m sure they realize what’s going on.

My work with the 1st Praetorian Guard gave me the skills to settle into a very similar niche within the Khanid Provincial Vanguard. To most of the people I deal with, I’m a diplomat. An ambassador, if you can believe it. Of course, diplomatic work has always gone arm and arm with Intelligence work.

Intelligence work often means having to do work on the part of your government that you or they normally wouldn’t do. Sometime, this work is for an outside agency or government. Usually this kind of thing is kept very much on the QT. It’s no different in Khanid. Since our main internal enemies are the Blood Raiders and the Nation, it was decided that we (meaning me) should try to make some covert ties to one of the other major criminal organizations: The Angel Cartel.

I suppose the Cartel does have some common elements with Khanid. We are both hungry for new technology. And if that tech comes from salvaging the remains of ancient Jovian sources, so much the better. That kind of tech is what allowed the Nation to gain their power and it could hold the key to destroying them.

So I did a little digging among my old contacts in the 24th Imperial Legion and came upon the name of a “person of interests” in the Sendaya system.

While I was in Sendaya, I came across an agent of the Amarr Navy named Arajna Ashia. She implied that the Angels were under attack in Curse and might need capsuleer assistance. She never came right out and said it, however. That kind of treachery within the Navy would be punishable by death.

She dropped the name “Abdiel Verat” as the person I should talk to about this matter. It seems Verat lives deep inside Curse, and that if I wanted to follow this matter up, I would need to be too. It would be a long journey. I couldn’t afford to ship a hanger‘s worth of ships, crew and equipment. So I set up a jump clone and outfitted one Crusader-class interceptor. Anything else I needed, I’d have to get locally.

I met with Abdiel Verat, one of the Angel Cartel’s capsuleer liaisons. The system didn’t even have a name, just a reference code, “K-QWHE.” The Angels kept an outpost there. I’ll go into details later on the many differences between a Khanid high-sec and Angel null-sec station. There’s just too many! Some of them are rather nice though…

Anyway, Abidel (we’re now on a first-name basis) said she had a job for me: scout a nearby wormhole and report the presence of any hostiles. It was a 3-jump trip, deeper int0o null-sec, deeper into Curse. But the few locals I saw left me alone. I had the coordinates for the wormhole and the “Bloodwing” is a very fast ship, so I made very good time. Still, when I arrived I found that a gang of Sansha ships were already there.
I opened a tight-beam transmission back to Abidel and made a report.

Faced with the Sansha’s Nation blockade around the wormhole, Abdiel offered me a choice of what to do next. I could either take the Nation on directly in the name of the Cartel, or I could provide direct support for one of their research projects.

Naturally, I decided to take down the Sansha and clear the wormhole for the Cartel. I’d taken down bigger threats before. Abdiel told me that I needed to take out their Overseer, since without him, the rest of the Nation ships would be without clear direction. It took a little doing; the Overseer didn’t want to stick his neck out just for one capsuleer. But after I took down plenty of his men, he had no choice. He was tougher than I expected, but went down eventually nonetheless.

I have to say, the Cartel are very, very generous in rewarding their agents.

Abdiel received word that the Guristas have assaulted a convoy from Fountain containing recent research data. I just arrived at the scene. The Cartel ship was already destroyed. I count four frigates and a destroyer. Easy enough work. One I destroy every one of the Guristas ships, the Cartel can send in a recovery team.

Time to go rabbit hunting.

Um, boss?

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