Hello, me.
This is ZERO DOT EIIIIIIGHT!!!!1!
The coat of stars was unfurling its pimply brilliance over the local sky. Once again, I took a deep, hard look at the overview. Asteroids all over the place, along with a few corpmates with the dedication to mine them into oblivion. All the while, somewhere else, the dark behemoth of the Pandemic Legion was on the prowl, hoping to strike fear in the heart of the mothers of Federation crewmen, more specifically the crewmen of Strix Armaments and Defence and The Dead Parrot Shoppe Inc. Sure, they outgank, outskill and outexperience us. Now, we are the ones hunted in Dodixie. But, they do not have parliamentarism on their side and that, comrades, will mean their doom.
In other news, I like the Osprey.
It looks like a mini-Raven.
Cheers, mate.
Clone monologues 9
Hello, me.
I take a few minutes to record my thoughts while the hunt is going on. Strix Armaments and Defence has declared war to a pirate corporation called Suddenly Ninjas. The Suddenly Ninja thieves did not attack directly our interests and were probably unaware of our existence before the declaration of war. The fact that they operate within the legal boundaries enforced by CONCORD does not make them less our enemies. Their way of making isk is simple: they scan the solar systems where they operate (mostly Dodixie, as far as we know) and look for Federation citizens or residents hunting pirates and terrorists. They then warp to the location of the battle, fly towards the existing wrecks and loot and salvage them while the brave enforcers are busy dodging missiles. Some pilots do that for a living, but they negociate an authorisation and share the profits. Stealing wrecks is a clear violation of spacefaring ethics, one that the directors of Strix would not tolerate in a Gallente system.
Now the Ninjas got a beating and suffered heavy losses. Hopefully they will have the good sense to move out of Federation space.
Go take a look at the jump clone when you awaken. Very strange sensation seeing yourself from outside.
I take a few minutes to record my thoughts while the hunt is going on. Strix Armaments and Defence has declared war to a pirate corporation called Suddenly Ninjas. The Suddenly Ninja thieves did not attack directly our interests and were probably unaware of our existence before the declaration of war. The fact that they operate within the legal boundaries enforced by CONCORD does not make them less our enemies. Their way of making isk is simple: they scan the solar systems where they operate (mostly Dodixie, as far as we know) and look for Federation citizens or residents hunting pirates and terrorists. They then warp to the location of the battle, fly towards the existing wrecks and loot and salvage them while the brave enforcers are busy dodging missiles. Some pilots do that for a living, but they negociate an authorisation and share the profits. Stealing wrecks is a clear violation of spacefaring ethics, one that the directors of Strix would not tolerate in a Gallente system.
Now the Ninjas got a beating and suffered heavy losses. Hopefully they will have the good sense to move out of Federation space.
Go take a look at the jump clone when you awaken. Very strange sensation seeing yourself from outside.
Clone monologues 8
Hello, former me.
So this is it. At last I have found a new body, though not for long I think. Your first clone has a little brother, pal, a jump clone in fact. Allow me to teach you something. This memory assistant crap is just that: crap. I remember everything perfectly and the transfer has been flawlessly performed thanks to Poteque Pharmaceutical's very own braided brunette nurse from space. I think the main point of the thing was to alleviate one's atavic fears, in fact. And fear I do not!
Now the real news. First of all, I joined this corporation called Strix Armaments & Defence. These guys are hardcore Gallente patriots. So am I of course, but I would not let that prevent me from enjoying our very Gallente sins. Some of these capsuleers are, like, soldier monks! Anyway, the first war operation is tonight and that is the reason I took this body. No implants to lose, no regrets. I give this life to the war against the evil Amarrian slavers from Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris. They will feel the wrath of Gallente sinners who will pierce new holes in their hulls!
Please don't forget to buy a new Incursus.
So this is it. At last I have found a new body, though not for long I think. Your first clone has a little brother, pal, a jump clone in fact. Allow me to teach you something. This memory assistant crap is just that: crap. I remember everything perfectly and the transfer has been flawlessly performed thanks to Poteque Pharmaceutical's very own braided brunette nurse from space. I think the main point of the thing was to alleviate one's atavic fears, in fact. And fear I do not!
Now the real news. First of all, I joined this corporation called Strix Armaments & Defence. These guys are hardcore Gallente patriots. So am I of course, but I would not let that prevent me from enjoying our very Gallente sins. Some of these capsuleers are, like, soldier monks! Anyway, the first war operation is tonight and that is the reason I took this body. No implants to lose, no regrets. I give this life to the war against the evil Amarrian slavers from Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris. They will feel the wrath of Gallente sinners who will pierce new holes in their hulls!
Please don't forget to buy a new Incursus.
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