Arrival at New Eden. The Wormhole implodes. The amarrian empire is forming, seeing the rest of the survivors struggling without success - dying. The grateful emperor spreads his arms in one generous attempt to embrace all of those that have been left. For a blink in time people stand together wiping up what's left. For a single century New Eden is clamped together by this bond. Then relentless greed for power and wealth rises and finds its peek in betrayal and bloodshed. End-scene shows a minmatarian boy, half dead on the burned surface of Matar being picked up by the emperor himself to take care of him. Once more spreading his protective hand over the Minmatar...
Not that I am complaining. The job is a favour I am doing for a friend of mine and it could be worse than this. Like becoming the lavatory-attendant in a space station of a pirate corporation like those Veto guys. Man that job really stinks I was told as they seem to have a real favour for ... I really don't want to describe that...
Today I was able to at least test the new scout-ship that I had bought for probing. Unfortunately it was only a small Blood Hideout that appeared on the scanner within minutes. But it did prove the functionality of all new systems that had been attached to the HMS Royal Pecker. Not that the Blood-Resistance I blew up had been a meaningful test for the Prophecy, that is for sure. It tasted good non the less. Especially the relieve I felt when I finally had my million-dollar-baby back in the hangar without any scratches!
(Recovered blog-entry from 2009)
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