Log Activation; YC 111.07.10
"Men are born equal but they are also born different"
The log screen flickers into life, revealing Atfal sitting on the boarding ramp of a Punisher class frigate, his right hand rubbing the small Amarrian symbol hanging around his neck.
I must say it has been sometime since I last put a log in. Much has occurred over that time but I guess a quick rundown will have to suffice. Since last month I have been accepted into the ranks of the Praetorians. It has been a bit of a whirlwind ride I must say.
Atfal turns his head to one side as if listening for something.
I have finally moved all my assets to the relevant locations within the Bleaks. Astrum Latito, the young pilot that impressed me so much, has left PIE. If this was not enough of a shock, she has transferred her family assets to my control to aid in the fight against the heretics. I tried to protest but she insisted, said that she would become my "benefactor" of sorts, whatever that means.
He stands slowly as if straightening out cricks in his back.
I took part in my first fleet operations the other day as well. I must say it was thrilling and frightening at the same time. Scouting for the fleet I was caught in a gate camp by a Claw class interceptor. Needless to say my ship was dealt with quickly by the enemy fleet. All that was going through my mind at the time was the stories of what it was like if you had a pod breach. I thank the lord that I was able to get my pod away safely that day, it is something I think I can wait a bit longer to experience.
Stretching once more his arms outstretched, he lets out a small yawn.
I met two of my fellow PIE pilots at the PPC today. hazlit, one who loves his fine amarrian wine and was a little cautious, and Lt Hiigaren. The Lt finds it hard to let rank structure go I think, but I refuse to accept that in our own relaxation area any of us are greater than the other. It was a very interesting discussion, I'm sure hazlit thought it would end in violence. I must say that would have been interesting, it sure has been a while since I did any hand to hand combat of sorts, I must be rusty.
Atfal laughs thinking of the obvious jokes he would hear about a blind fighting pod pilot.
Well that is the quick run down, my thoughts are a bit slow due to fatigue today. I am sure that I will think of more things to put down in my future logs once I get a bit more used to life in the front line. End log.
The screen fades back to black before flickering out completely.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Hope of a New Beginning
Log Activation;
YC 111.06.04
"The first step, my son, which one makes in the universe, is the one on which depends the rest of our days."
The com screen flickers into life showing Atfal's face, the backdrop his hydrostatic capsule behind him. He leans forward and flicks a couple of switches before leaning back again.
Today I received a request by Commander Saifuddin AbdulMuntaqim and Lt Condor Amarr for an interview to enter the ranks of PIE.
The commander spoke mostly on the expectations of a PIE pilot. The ability to be self sufficient and to fly only those ships that you can afford to give your life to god in. I do believe now that my chance meeting with Lt Astrum Latito was God's will. I think now I may have found my place in the universe, a small step on the path to returning to God some of what he has given to me.
Atfal leans forward again and flicks a few more switches a look of concern upon his face.
The agent I hired to look into my family has returned. He says that all is not as it appears with them so it seems. They are not the 'good' Amarrian family that they had people believe. Something I don't doubt at all, to me they have become nothing more than charlatans. If the ministry were to catch up with them, I would enjoy to hear what information they may get out of them.
I have sent him out again to see what further information he may be able to find out. Hopefully he may be able to spread some light on my real heritage. Mind you I do not think it matters to me more than as a passing curiosity now, but I will see when the time comes. For now I must focus on my training and prepare for my hopeful entry into the ranks of the Praetorian. Terminate Log.
The screen flickers off as the log terminates.
Log Terminated.
YC 111.06.04
"The first step, my son, which one makes in the universe, is the one on which depends the rest of our days."
The com screen flickers into life showing Atfal's face, the backdrop his hydrostatic capsule behind him. He leans forward and flicks a couple of switches before leaning back again.
Today I received a request by Commander Saifuddin AbdulMuntaqim and Lt Condor Amarr for an interview to enter the ranks of PIE.
The commander spoke mostly on the expectations of a PIE pilot. The ability to be self sufficient and to fly only those ships that you can afford to give your life to god in. I do believe now that my chance meeting with Lt Astrum Latito was God's will. I think now I may have found my place in the universe, a small step on the path to returning to God some of what he has given to me.
Atfal leans forward again and flicks a few more switches a look of concern upon his face.
The agent I hired to look into my family has returned. He says that all is not as it appears with them so it seems. They are not the 'good' Amarrian family that they had people believe. Something I don't doubt at all, to me they have become nothing more than charlatans. If the ministry were to catch up with them, I would enjoy to hear what information they may get out of them.
I have sent him out again to see what further information he may be able to find out. Hopefully he may be able to spread some light on my real heritage. Mind you I do not think it matters to me more than as a passing curiosity now, but I will see when the time comes. For now I must focus on my training and prepare for my hopeful entry into the ranks of the Praetorian. Terminate Log.
The screen flickers off as the log terminates.
Log Terminated.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Changing Times
Log Activation;
YC 111.06.01
"A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve."
Atfal paces back and forward slowly in front of the camera.
I grow impatient with these so called righteous do gooders. I have spent the last two months training hard and flying for various agents within the Amarr Navy. Do not get me wrong in some way I am sure that they are doing good for the Empire. I doubt that everything they do however is not self serving.
The runs against the Sansha to retrieve stolen documents, to eliminate disgruntled ex-employees. The lies they spin to try and turn you away from the path of truth when their lives hang in the balance. I grow tired of them all, some of my agents I am sure are no better than the ones they send me to hunt down. What lies and deceit are they hiding from the Empire, what corruptions......
He stops suddenly, a faint clicking can be heard as he turns toward a simple chair in front of the camera. Slowly he reaches out a hand placing on the back of the chair before moving to sit in it.
I met an interesting person today, her name was Astrum Latito. She had something I have not seen for a while, a passion and a sense that what she does is important.
Atfal lowers his head in contemplation before raising it again, his empty eyes piercing the unseen camera.
She says that her corporation is looking for more pilots to join the fight against the slaves....That they are honorable and believe whole heartedly in the good of the Empire and God. Perhaps this is not a chance meeting, her zeal...intrigues me. I think I will look further into this Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris, perhaps they are where I belong.
End Log...
Log Terminated.
YC 111.06.01
"A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve."
Atfal paces back and forward slowly in front of the camera.
I grow impatient with these so called righteous do gooders. I have spent the last two months training hard and flying for various agents within the Amarr Navy. Do not get me wrong in some way I am sure that they are doing good for the Empire. I doubt that everything they do however is not self serving.
The runs against the Sansha to retrieve stolen documents, to eliminate disgruntled ex-employees. The lies they spin to try and turn you away from the path of truth when their lives hang in the balance. I grow tired of them all, some of my agents I am sure are no better than the ones they send me to hunt down. What lies and deceit are they hiding from the Empire, what corruptions......
He stops suddenly, a faint clicking can be heard as he turns toward a simple chair in front of the camera. Slowly he reaches out a hand placing on the back of the chair before moving to sit in it.
I met an interesting person today, her name was Astrum Latito. She had something I have not seen for a while, a passion and a sense that what she does is important.
Atfal lowers his head in contemplation before raising it again, his empty eyes piercing the unseen camera.
She says that her corporation is looking for more pilots to join the fight against the slaves....That they are honorable and believe whole heartedly in the good of the Empire and God. Perhaps this is not a chance meeting, her zeal...intrigues me. I think I will look further into this Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris, perhaps they are where I belong.
End Log...
Log Terminated.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Journey Begins
Log Activation;
YC 111.04.01
"Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather that it shall never have a beginning."
Atfal sits head bowed in front of the small camera the blinking light reflecting softly on his capsuleer suit. He raises his head slowly and his sightless eyes pierce into the nothingness. Finally he speaks, a youthful voice in stark contrast to his aged look.
The time has come, a new beginning the first step on the path of duty and righteousness. I am not afraid, nervous perhaps but not afraid.
He reaches down to the table in front of him and lifts a small note, unfolding it gently.
One believes that they know the family they grow up in, that they can rely on those around them a solid base to build upon....but what if it was all a lie...
Perhaps that is why I feel free when I enter the hydrostatic capsule. It is not the sensations I feel when I am there, that I am no longer limited by what I cannot see. God only knows my other senses out reach those of normal sighted people. It is that I am truely free answerable to God alone.
He reaches down, his hand sliding into a small utility pocket and slides out a small lighting device slowly but surely he ignites the lighter and brings the note over the bare flame. The note flares into life burning quickly toward his fingers. Atfal drops it gently onto the floor, the glowing embers drifting carelessly on the drafts in the room.
Is it not bad enough that they let me find out this way, but to leave a note....his voice trails off slightly...a note of all things, do they not think?...The slave girl guarded her emotions well when I got her to read it out aloud for me. I do not know if she pitied me that they would leave me a hand written note or that they were not my family.....he sighs softly...I am...alone..
Atfal slowly rises to his feet
It must be time, I grow weary of this place it has no hold over me anymore. End Log.
The camera blinks slowly once more as Atfal turns and paces steadily away, a barely audible clicking noise can be heard and then the log termintes.
Log Terminated.
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