Looking back since I wrote my previous entry, I don't think I would ever imagine that the situation in the Galaxy would shift so cardinally.
Or maybe I did imagine that and have forgotten about it.
So... first things first? Deep Space Motherflakking Seventeen. The first stronghold of the Mankind on the way of Great Doms' conquest, and hopefully the first nail in said conquest's coffin. Something to get humans to finally man the flak up, stand side by side, hold the flakking line and throw these invading aliens back from whatever galaxy they came. Simple, right?
Unfortunately, some human arseholes disagreed. Even I didn't expect the sabotage attempt; even though we worked around it and managed to get the station running. What followed was a number of supplying operations to upgrade the station. Quite soon the first operations that used DS17 as staging base took place. I still have fond memories as we discussed Operation Podstava and Operation Countercharge together with other pilots. And
Recent history: On January 9, 3302 (2016), a small faction called The Sovereign Justice Collective (SJC) expanded into this highly populated star system. No one paid much attention, motion of the small factions in-between systems were very common that days. Mighty corporation Jera Holding controlled three (all big) from four orbital stations and they had more as less under control also also two surface starports on second and third planet in this system. Fourth space station was unimportant small industrial outpost Mitchell Orbital controlled by Jera Social Democrats. On 11th March happened something unexpected, Social Democrats have lost control of their outpost in armed conflict lasting for entire week. New owners of the Mitchell became the SJC, which was an dictatorship led by Chancellor Zahra Arias. The Jera Holding top representative Vice President Brad Lucas celebrated, he was very pleased due his personal grudge with the Democrats. They got, as he thought, exactly what they…
Data Classification PDAT-378. Release of fragmented report by order of CI-311. Report of Incident #00139 and datafile #0001 received by Special Operations Receiver Alice Valent. Report As followed:…
-Known to suffer delusions or even hallucinations. &*(##$&^! [ERROR UNKNOWN LINK BREAKAGE. IFF ID FINDER OFFLINE. Target Codenamed ARUS]
-It Would seem I need to have a word with a *#$%%$^ on carrier. [ERROR SECURITY BREACH ATTEMPTS DETECTED ON RAGNAROK-359. Pilot: [GR]AZ09]
-Probably. I think **$^&#^@ modify ^^#&*$(@) Air Synthesizer. Running diagnostics. -ARUS [ERROR UNKNOWN VIRUS DETECTED]
-*#&@*@ bombs in ship,sabotage,*#&$^@!? attempted to hack #*$ ship. -AZ
-Locating transmitters. I know #&@^^% Canteent requested IC specimens. @#^$&% Hacking attacks*#&$ in IC.*&#^$% target life support.Currently in exoprotection suit. Canteen@!? ghost are related to any Inner Core aliens.- ARUS
-(#&$ in combat assault gear,#($&@@! used for assault missions on unknown environments. -AZ
-DRIC has botched
Ajay's Story 2.0: The Intermission
Author's Warning And Notes: This chapter contains no action at all. I was just itching to write something for the story.
Some real people (or at least their RP characters) are mentioned in the story. Feel free to point out any mistakes I might make in their portrayals.
I also might be venting too much of my feelings into this, and probably I'll delete this soon. Read at your own discretion.
-Canteen, I finished my report. Here to present it in person, as by your request. - I said, entering Flyagin's office on Coalition HQ.…
Neither of us have been aboard Coalition HQ for quite a while. However since the plans for a new IC operations have surfaced, he opted to return to desk job, using direct access to Coalition HQ's mainframes to compile data from recon pilots such as yours truly.
-I'm glad to see you, Ajay. How's your shoulder?
The shoulder in question got nearly busted during Operation SANRAI by an inside fragmentation. Closer to the end of the
Ajay's Story 2.0: "Truth I Couldn't Bare Part II"
-Okay, now explain the stop in Sigma 17? - Flyagin asked.
-I donated some guns to a friend - I replied.
We were sitting in Stranger's cockpit, awaiting launch sequence.
And I still couldn't quite shake off the shock. The Datapad Of Doom, I have to admit, was nearly too much for me to handle. Though to be fair I always knew [DATA EXPUNGED] was a b_tch.
And now Flyagin needed a safe, secluded station as far away from human space as possible. Well, I knew one such station...
-Maybe Lost Paradise is worth considering? - he asked.
-Still Sirius, also it's Nomad space. The Order might get interested in it. No, Canteen, I have a better idea.
We flew from there to Omega 3 without landing, where I landed the ship on GMG observatory to set a location point in an Emergency Warp Drive and then used the Hypergate.
Ajay's Story 2.0: "Truth I Couldn't Bare"
The message from Flyagin I recieved was surprising. Mainly because it told me to stay in Weth and wait for him to drop by Stranger. Well, I knew the Baneblade already dropped by Inner Core and already destroyed a number of Great Doms' battlegroups, sapping the strength of their empires one battlegroup at a time. But I didn't suppose Flyagin himself was there.…
So when my CO finally entered the part of Stranger's cargo bay I modified into a living block, first thing I asked was:
-What the ever-living FLAK are you doing here, Canteen?
He chuckled and took a spare seat as I offered him some "Tarhun".
-I expected moonshine - Flyagin said, taking up the glass.
-I'm too lazy to reassemble the still, but don't avoid the question - I answered and downed my glass, then poured myself more.
-I need to talk with you here, on the territory so far out of human factions' reach. Seal the ship.
-A crisis is looming over Sirius. If it blows up, it
I enjoyed my spare time in the bar at Greeboski's Outpost in Phiagre system like usual, but something was a little different. Difference was, that I finally decided on an idea which occupied my mind for quite some time already. That idea was about leaving the bubble and spend some time exploring. Final gentle push which persuaded me to "give it a go" was information, which I received during one of my visits at Qwent Research Base in Sirius system, about a mysterious person named Professor Palin. A guy with a reputation for being the best engineer for ship engines. I left the station bar and headed to my ship, entered the cockpit and sat down in the pilot chair. Console on the left has showed latest technical reports and also one private message. Friend from an nearby Atfero system sent me information about few passengers which want visit places distant only few thousand ly, and which are offering generous payment for safe and secure_transport. My ship "Dark Queen" (rather heavily…
Elite Dangerous play can be seen as never-ending travel, where exists more ways (mechanisms) how player can influence space around him. One from more "advanced" mechanisms is called PowerPlay (PP), which many see and calls as buggy, grindy, unfinished and uninteresting ... but ... yes, BUT, this is it. It's now almost one year when I started play ED and except two last weeks I decided fully ignore PP because I read countless criticism about it. Now, with only two weeks involvement, I quite significantly changed/updated my views. Why?
I maybe should start from a little another angle to explain better my views. At my start in ED space I needed learn how to fly my ship(s), how to travel, how to fight (PvE fight in the video to the left), how to build and maintain my fleet, how to ... (many things). Then I get involved deeper into minor (local) factions background simulation (BGS) and learned what it can offer for me. It also helped (slowly) understand that single player in ED…
After DarkMatter's sleep in a premium room in Nuetro Station that was worth around $12.000 credits, DarkMatter decided to go ahead on his journey. DarkMatter knew all of the troubles he would have ahead, but didn't realise however, how or what he was in getting in trouble with. DarkMatter settled into the cockpit of his Bullpup and launched from the space pads of Nuetro station.
22th July 780AS…
Location: Nuetro Station, Custodian System
Status: Alive and prosperous
Nuetro Station: Freelancer Alpha 1-8 you are clear to launch, good luck out there..
He had decided to check out the Planets that the trade lanes interact with. But however his peaceful fly was interrupted by a group of Outcasts, all wanting a chunk of his credits each..
Outcast Gamma 6: Freelancer, you have been taxed for $312.000 credits, you are hereby required to pay, or manage to run away.
DarkMatter could not run away or fight with these fighters. These were top-notch Wolverine fighters with their hardest hitting guns:
Darkmatter was born on on a lonely gas miner in the Dublin system, but after a few days was transported to the Huntsville Prison base as his mum was a high time criminal Smuggler and was caught in the emergency rooms of the GMG Base Glorious. His story takes place at the exact date of: 17th July, 780AS. He starts his story with a new ship he bought off of a local freelancer. He brought the Heavy Stinger, retail value of $5.000.000 credits but brought for a steal of $200.000 credits. It was a really eye catching ship with features of golden crimson, and metallic silver painted along the ship. Sure it didn't have the flashest guns, but it could make a small group of pirates run in fear. This is the story of a man who wants to clear his name of being the sun of the wicked Smuggler Queen. He wants his story to be all about justice. His story starts here..