• About
  • Archives
  • Categories
  • Archive for September, 2009

    “Really?, that’s not rust? Wow, I never realized that…”


    2009 - 09.29

    Ga’len is sitting in his quarters at Unity station.  He is busy writing a presentation for a meeting of The Reformed Druids of New Eden, Amarr chapter.  Since his time in Empire space is short, he has opted for a question and answer session rather than a long drawn out lecture.  He smiles as he stops to read his remarks and consult his notes from his last question and answer presentation from his meeting at the Tash-Murkon Prime chapter:

    Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you, thank you.  You are too kind.

    I want to thank all you for asking me to speak before you today.  I am very grateful for this opportunity.  Now, I remember my days back in school and I must say, I hated sitting in a long, boring lecture.  I did however enjoy my philosophy class where we would have an open discussion.  We would be given a piece of truth to which we would debate for an hour.

    That being said, I have a piece of truth to share with you all.  It’s a reality that simply had not been revealed to my eyes until most recently.

    As many of you are aware, I have repented my ways as a pirate and made the choice to free humanity from the bonds of slavery.  Our brothers and sisters have been enslaved for far to long and now is the time to win their freedom.

    Of course, with all justice, there are those that must be punished.  With punishing those who would choose to be slavers as we call them, you see more and more truth.

    I have learned that there is a misconception concerning Minmatar ships.  They are in fact NOT covered in rust but rather in blood.

    This the piece of truth we shall discuss here.

    Ga’len continues to read his notes from the meeting.  He stops and begins the playback of the holoreel that one of the attendees sent him.  It begins with Ga’len continuing his point:

    Minmatar ships, that isn’t rust on the hull. It simply can’t be rust.  It’s impossible.

    With all the kills that Ushra’Khan obtains from dispensing justice and combating the scourge that corrupts the Amarr Empire, you can’t believe it’s rust.

    It must be blood, it simply must be.   How can that reddish color on the ship hulls not be blood?

    A member of the audience stands up and begins to speak:

    It must be true! It must be blood!  When a corpse is released into the vacuum of space, it become very fragile.  When a ship hull impacts with said corpse, the simple thermal transfer would allow the blood and tissue to warm a bit as it boils away in the vacuum and deposit itself upon your ship’s hull!

    Another audience member stands up and continues the debate:

    It can’t be true.  I have seen many Ushra’Khan ships leaving Sylph Alliance space and they are always covered in yellow.  Blood is red, this can’t be true.

    The first audience member is a smart one, a true Druid:

    I see the flaw in your argument my friend, allow me to explain.  Ga’len, if I may have the floor?

    Ga’len can been seen smiling widely, savoring the debate to come.  He motions for this young wonder to continue his thought:

    Ushra’Khan has been fighting CVA for years now.  It seems to me that if you are an organization that is taking a lot of damage, you would find ways to mitigate that damage.  You would strenghten your defenses.  CVA has done this very well and we all must admit the genius of what they have done.  Why fight the Ushra’Khan when you can get someone else to do it.  It’s an ancient combat tactic known as ‘The Meat Shield’.

    The second audience member sits down and everyone in the hall listens intently:

    It’s a commonly known fact that cowards bleed yellow.  It’s something that has been known for thousands of years. Ushra’Khan ships leaving Sylph space are covered in yellow ‘blotches of cowardice’ because that is what is inside of those pitiful Sylph souls who fell in combat.  Why do you think most Amarr ships are a golden yellow?  They are covered in the cowardice of the ‘meat shields’ they use to fight their battles.

    Ga’len holds can been seen to he holding up his hands.  He is chuckling slightly as he begins to speak:

    My friend, well said.  Other than the obvious flaw in your argument, I enjoyed that.  Yes, your argument has a flaw.  In order for a Sylph to fall in combat, they have to un-dock from the station first!

    Laughter fills the hall and the discussion continues on the holoreel. Ga’len turns off the holoreel projection and begins to write some more…

    “Come friends, let’s away…”


    2009 - 09.16

    Captain Ga’len surveyed the shinning hull in his hanger.  An Archon class Carrier is a beautiful thing.  Standing there, he was in awe of the ship.

    “Sir, all ships and cargo are loaded”, the hanger attendant stood close by, updating Ga’len on the loading process.

    “Thank you”, Ga’len said with a cheer in his voice as he walked towards the capsule embarking station.  Soon he would be nestled inside his pod and loaded deep within the hull of the Blade of Truth.

    “Hailing station master, this is Ga’len of the Blade of Truth, requesting clearance to disengage all moorings and undock from the station”, his voice mimicked by the neural interface within his pod echoed through the comms systems.

    “Station master to Blade of Truth, you are all clear to undock.”

    Slowly, the Blade of Truth made its way through the internal pathways of the station and was soon in space.  The Archon class carrier shudder slightly as the jump drive came online and the first step of the journey was underway as the Blade of Truth simply vanished from visible space outside the station.

    Many in Otou were wondering where Ga’len had gone.  He had seemed distant over the past few days, reading messages from some woman from which he said he had lost touch.  Where did he go?

    The only clue was a station container left behind in the corporate hangers.  It was labeled “A gift to all members of the Neo Spartans.  Inside they found many battleships, HAC’s, AF’s, cruisers and frigates fitted for the ways of piracy as well as ammunition, modules and various other items.  There was also an old wooden box, some bottles of Quafe and a letter.

    My friends, it has come time for me to make a choice.

    It is time to take the next step and become the man I have been growing to become.  My half-sister is alive and her struggle for her people, my people, our people is in need of my help.  Minmatar and Amarr have much they can learn from each other as I have learned over the years.  The Minmatar people have learned much, however, the Amarr still live in darkness.  Empress Jamyl I works to enlighten all those who live in darkness.  She has decreed that all the slaves are to be freed.

    My father rebelled against this edict and was killed for it as he should have been.  He was a slayer of slaves and his fate is well deserved.  Unfortunately, there are many others that hold true to the cruelty my father thrived on and this injustice to the Minmater people as well as the human race must stop.

    So drink to our friendship and the future, I wish you all the best Neo Spartans.  I go forth with honor.  I go forth with a mind for justice and fairness.  I go….for my people.

    When the Neo Spartans opened the old wooden box, the painting found inside gave them a hint where their longtime friend had gone.

    uk