A Lifetime Everlasting

  //PERSONAL LOG //ENTRY BY CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR //DATE YC122.10.29   I have woken up to see reports flooding in via Galnet of Blood Raider fleets making their annual raids of high and lowsec space. It marks the start of what they call Crimson Harvest and it will be my first time actually seeing it. The older classmates at the University would tell scare stories of Amarrian cults that would capture you because you were a clone, believing that your blood was sacred to them. They would string you upside down and drain you like cattle and bath in your blood. They wouldn't kill you straight away no, you would be kept alive to ensure every last drop was squeezed out of you. You would suffer a very long and painful death until you were recloned. They would somethings finish the story with a crescendo of evil laughter, which seems cheesy now I think about it. But as bad as this was, they were some truths to it. Aura look up Blood Raiders. [NEOCOM LOOKUP – PIRATE ORGA...

 //PERSONAL LOG //ENTRY BY CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR //DATE YC122.10.27    Silas Vitalia It's the morning after my first OP with Nadire SecurityConsultants . I didn't know what to expect, but Edward (aka Mantel) our FC reassured me that it was going to be a straightforward exercise. We were to form up in Tanoo ready to attack an Astrahus class citadel owned by an individual named Silas Vitalia. I had been told she had upset quite a few people, enough to warrant the destruction of her base. Our CEO Charles said that we had been contracted to carry out the destruction of it and that as far as he knew, it was going to be just us. To our surprise members of various other corporations under the banner of Khimi Harar [CONCORD c/s – LUMEN ] had positioned themselves in the system. They were tagged as red on my overview by our corporation (for obvious reasons). But today, we were to release our collective arsenal at the common enemy.   Being fresh out of training and stil...

I was seventeen when it happened. We had learned about it in our Holo-studies, the importance of our planet to the Federation. Heard the whispers of liberation from the small communities of Caldari. But we never thought it would happen, and not so quickly. We heard them first, the retro thrusters slowing down their descend, the loud clunk of landing pads making contact with the ground. The heavy footfall of combat boots and the splintering of front doors as foreign soldiers dragged us out of our beds demanding to see our credentials. A barked command “Gallenteans, you are to remain in your homes, failure to comply and you will be shot”. The battles across the city could be heard for miles around, but by morning it was quiet. All channels had been tuned to a single broadcast of a disheveled reporter announcing what we had feared. That Caldari Prime was now under martial law by order of Executor Tibus Heth. For five years we were pawns held to ransom by our corporate overlords. For fi...