OOC Editorial

This blog is currently stuck, as the char can't get on with her R&D until she's grinded sufficiently to get her standings up.

In the meantime, the intention is to completely re-edit the entries.
For two reasons.
One, to improve on the language -- I need to systematize the "drop-out" bits, and make it so that the system does improve on picking up her dialect and translating it.
Secondly, because (once my timer is up) I want to run through the Arc again, and that will allow polishing of the entries to add extra details.
I may also use the comments function to add OOC details, in case anyone reads this.

So, I'll see you all on the other side, when all this is completed.

TaTa For Now

CSM Scriptator

Quick Trip Out

I wished to keep my [hand] in, and so I took out my Destroyer to do a couple of missions. One of them involved collecting some medical AIs and involved pirate-type thieves. I was pleased to find that they were as vulnerable to my guns as I remembered. I was even more pelased when, among the salvage, there was nearly 50K-worth of [misc stuff], which I was able to sell off, as well as soem scrap metal and some laser lenses that reprocessed nicely.

I may do a little more of this, to make up for the hours of relentless studying.

With humble apologies

Hai

[It is that] life has been a mixture of the hectic and the [humdrum]. Ever since I docked, it would apepar that news of my increased wealth has got round. Suddenly there are "fellow-students" at my elbow day and night, and all of them pleading sudden and crucial poverty. Even my instructors drop hints to me that I should purchase this module or that add-on to increase my chances in the upcoming examinations.

And the techs in the docking bay tell me that my ships need to have individual names, so that they can identify them to me, and tell me what work needs doing on which. (And I am sure that, once named, they will insist on painting the new registry details onto the hull, at a small charge).


And my studies themselves are not going well -- I am finding that I yearn to be out missioning, rather than in the labs doing my hours of practicals, and the library fulfilling my quota of assignments.

There are two beacons on the horizon, though -- I am teaching myself astrometrics from a holoreel I have bought, and I have been able to get back in touch with Hon'ble Jenni, who says she will fly down and help me fit out my Moa, when I have some free time. Which loks like being in around three weeks.

Now I must go back to the books --- Professor Orsenfeldtz wishes me to present on hyper-dimensional monotremata at the seminar in 2 days' time.

Closing In : Part 2

Eventually I swallowed my pride, called in a favour, and got a BS pilot to assist me. Even then, when my initial plan had been for her to draw aggro and tank and me to shoot, it took both of us to get below 50% armor on the Prophecy.

We cleaned up after ourselves, but I am certain that, without help that outclassed the Prophecy, I would never have been able to "close the act".

I returned to the station (deciding to do no harm to the Amarri station the enemy ships had been orbiting -- on the way getting a comm from an Amarr Navy Security agent who offered assistance in "bringing the hammer of God" down on Dagan, once I had his location.

Just the Gallente to offer help, then.


I got back to the Sisters of EVE station and to Sister [Kharitania] to find that she wished me to make my choice -- all four "Empires" were offering to help me. I considered the options -- I would have gone to the Caldari, to my brother in blood, but he had based himself in 0.5 space and I did not relish the risk. I settled on a Minmatar called Ang and set course, taking only essentials with me.


Ang gave me co-ordinates for Dagan -- as promised, the Minmatar were there to clear some of the way, leaving three guards, who were relatively easy to kill, and then there was Dagan himself, in a heavily-tanked shop. Again, I called in help, and the BS cut through his ahields and armor while I played rabbit to the greyhound. Then it was time to clean up -- including some Minmatar cruisers who hadn't survived -- which emphasised how necessary my BS back-up had been.
Then I reported back to Ang.


I think he wanted time to do a thorough interrogation, because I had time to go and get some skillbooks -- the Moa I'd been gifted was fitted with railguns, so I needed Medium Hybrid, and I'd done the Scanning to high enough level, to clear me for Archaeology. I'm going to run that up in the hope that I can use it for missions, and then work up in the R&D corps.


Meanwhile, back with Ang, when I got back to him, he said the Sisters were going to take Dagan off everyone's hands. All I had to do was take him to them. I loaded him into my hold (in a pod) and flew up to a acceleration gate, and through.

On the other side there were battleships from all four governments, and a Wreathe belonging to the Sisters. I was warned not to activate weapons, and approached the Wreathe. No-one moved, as I loaded Dagan into the Wreathe, and as soon as they'd closed their hold, I was advised that I should return to Ang.

He paid me 250 ISK and bade me well. Apparently that was the end of my missions - neither Ang, nor the Sisters wanted to offer me further work.

Which meant I had to head back along my old course, collect up what I had left in hangers, and then make it back to my temporary base, and get on with the training regime.

Closing In : Part 1

Sister [Kharitania] was unapologetic but candid about the situation. Yes, I had been ... misled ... over the exact nature of events, and, yes, information had been witheld from me, but it had been for my own good. Dagan was the primary issue and, she emphasised, I should concentrate on that.

I had, she said, travelled a long way on her service -- in return she was willing to offer me missions worth 250K ISk. The first of which was to deliver some documents, so that a 'legend' -- a credible background identity -- could be built for an agent to infiltrate the enemy's operations.

I meditated, then took the mission, delivering the chip and then making a discreet departure again, lest I had been observed. Once back with Sister K, I took on board the agent, and delivered her to a waiting spaceliner.

I was tempted to blow up the landing pad it had been using, but I was diverted by a message from the Minmater Security Agency, which offered me [unquestioned] support for my endeavour.

I returned to the station, cleared my jets with Sister K and went to my quarters, to meditate and to sleep.


When I woke, it was to be told that a Society ship had been sighted in-system and was suspected of trying to intercept communications, thereby endangering our agent's life, as she tried to report back to [Kharitania]. I took off on a mission to destroy or drive off the ship. Sister [Kharitania] warned that the Society ship would probably be protected: she asked me to spare the lives of the escort, but when I arrived, they attacked me, and I was forced to defend myself.

In fact, although they had good weapons, their ships were relatively weak, and offered me little salvage. I was about to return to base and report, when a message came in, on a Caldari channel, from an officer of the Ishukone Watch Security. He also offered me support in my work, so long as Dagan was handed over to them at the end. I now suspect that the Minmatar would also want my assistance in this regard, and cutting the man in half will, I fear, satisfy neither.

I returned and Sister [Kharitania] told me that Parthus, an ally of Dagan's was in-system -- if I could capture him, he might be induced to give useflu information. I went to the co-ordinates she gave me, warned that he would likely have guards. A group of rookie mercenraies attacked me, and I took them out, but then two tougher ships arrived and at once my capacitor was drained. I had heard of weapons like these, capable of draining the energy from an entire capacitor in cycles, but till today had never experienced one. Barely holding on to armor, I warped out, to a dead-spot and then from there to a station, to repair.

Going back I managed to despatch the guards, with Parthus apparently disinterested. According to my scan, he was in a battlecruiser, and as I orbited him it became clear that he was the source of the capdrain -- again I had to warp out, deeply in structure, and repair. Going back (most of my mission fee used up in the repair shop), I tried close orbiting, but again the cap drain forced me to fall away.

A Breach of Trust :: Part 3

Computer: record and store for transmission in the event of my death ::

Hear me, my ancestors: I am Baihua, daughter of Heng; Caldari, of the Achura [tasch]; [commonly calling] myself, among the other races, White Carnation.

Today I go to face mortal combat, summoned to the field by Lord Taphos of the Amarr; my [second/tasch-ublaut] is Dovirch Anselm of the Ammatar Consulate in Tanoo.

I declare to you, revered forebears, this is not a combat of my choosing; I go under command of my foe.

I choose this, for honor, and I am resolved, in honor, to fight to death.

= = = = = =


Computer: resume normal log-keeping function

Taphos was, in all honesty, a fool.

Having called me into combat, and having (presumably) selected his ship and weapons for victory, he made three tactical errors. First, having positioned himself at what he presumably believed was a tactically-advantageous range, he allowed me to shorten that range on him, without having the weapons to stop me at once, or the means to hold me at long range. Second, he then attempted to avoid me, at a range at which my weapons were actively striking him, rather than mount a massive onslaught to force me to retreat. Third, his weapons were ineffective at piercing shield and armour and cutting direct into structure, giving me time to eat through his ship.

He was a fool :: now he is a dead fool. And his ship did not even contain parts worth salvaging.




I returned to Anselm :: officially (he said) I had been accused of contract fraud, and been acquitted, by God, on the field of battle. So be it.

Anselm revealed to me that Dagan, the man I have been following, belongs to something called the Society for Conscious Thought. And (unsurprisingly) the Sisters of EVE have an interest in watching the Society, closely. He has therefore offered me ISK to return to Sister [Kharitania], for the Sisters to conclude whatever business they have with Dagan.

Frankly, this does not trouble me -- I am certain beyond sure that Amarr ways are not for me, and I shall quit their space with speed, pausing only to purchase and fit a cargo-hold expander, as I do not wish to leave anything behind me.

Now I face 23 jumps to return to the Sister's station, and (perhaps) to find out a little more of what is going on.

Hai.

A Breach of Trust :: Part 2

Hai

For those to whom these transmissions come a-new, I am White Carnation, of the Achura [tasch]; I am engaging in an extended series of missions throughout New Eden (or the civilised and relatively-safe) portions.

I am in Amarr space and on the advice of the lastest in a set of patrons, had flown to a system, to a Theological Council station, to meet with an archaeologist (whom I shall call Doctor Dogge).
He greeted me, and asked me to recover for him an artifact from a local asteroid cluster. He was good enough to warn me that pirates were guarding it, which justified the 200K ISk reward he was offering. I thanked [Fate] that it appeared that no innocents had to die this time, and set off, fitting my ship with a device he lent me, which he said would make obtaining the item more easy once the pirates were gone.

I found myself faced by four pirates, two large, two small. I was forced to execute them, before I could use the analyser to search the "tomb" -- a half-dome with appurtenant additions. I canned it, and was told that the relic had been reocvered, although I saw no sign of it. I returned to Dogge who professed himself satisfied. In return, as well as my fee and a small bonus (the artefact was unscratched), he gave me the co-ordinates of a disused monstery, suggesting that I might there find more clues in my quest.

I thanked him and set off. As I approached the area I thought back to quiet nights long past when I had visited the Achura Sisterhood and begun my learnings of [Fate] and of the [Cosmos]. My reveries were interrupted by the appearcne of a fleetlet of Scavengers, flying a variety of ships, who were gathered round the site. I feared that they had already stolen anything of value, and their taunts over the channel confirmed this. I shot each one, as they bore on me,and from the last recovered a crumpled piece of parchment written in arcane symbols I could not recognise.


Not to my total surprise they proved clear to Doctor Dogge. He declared it written in pseudo-Jovian characters, but to be easily decodable, and to demonstrate treason. I was to return with it to Anselm at once.

Doing so was easy, compared with the news on my return -- I had been challenged to single combat, to the death.

I slept poorly and woke this morning ill at ease.