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The Blood-Stained Stars: Shifting Foundations — Part I

Smuggling Hub

An Eye on Everything

Metropolis region — Barvigrard constellation
Hek system — Planet IV
Krusual Tribe Bureau

25 August YC 127

Security Agent Keita Eslin grimaced as if she had toothache and nodded at the guest chair.

After I made myself comfortable, she said wearily, “Captain Korff, I’ll be honest — I am not happy to see you. Our states are not at war but you are a citizen of a nation allied with our arch-enemy, Amarrians. Please don’t get me wrong — I do not hate you personally, I am not a racist — but you can appreciate how difficult it will be for me to engage you, a Caldari, for a security mission.” Continue reading “The Blood-Stained Stars: Shifting Foundations — Part I”

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The Blood-Stained Stars: Automation Impediment – Part IV

Gistii Impaler

Data Retrieval

Everyshore region – Chasnaye constellation
Harerget system – Planet V – Moon 1
CreoDron Factory station

27 April YC 127

Having transferred the rescued scientists to CreoDron security, I headed to Delphine Xarasier’s office. When I pulled the door, I heard strange sounds coming from her room. Carefully peeking inside I discovered Delphine sitting in a guest chair with a commlink in her lap, crying.

I closed the door and asked in a gentle tone, “Delphine, what happened?”

The agent raised her head, saw me and suddenly burst out of the chair spilling the commlink on the floor. In a split second she crossed the distance between us and… hugged me tight, burying her face against my chest. Taken aback I stood there not knowing what to do. Continue reading “The Blood-Stained Stars: Automation Impediment – Part IV”

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Soft Drink Wars

Mercenary Rookie
Lonetrek region – Okela constellation
Tsuguwa system – Planet VI
Caldari Navy Assembly Plant Station

27 November YC 126

I was having my breakfast in the Navy canteen when a familiar figure approached my table.

“Mind if I join you,” asked Purkkoken Hanuken and, without waiting for my consent, plonked himself in the opposite chair.

He brought a tray covered with plates containing typical military fare among which I noticed a can of Quafe.

“You like that Gallentean staff?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. Continue reading “Soft Drink Wars”

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