"Captain, incoming transmission," called Ensign Laurette. She tossed back her cropped dark hair as she handed over the earbug. Capt noted with wonder how fine French lineage could still be present after so many centuries away from the One Mother Earth. The Ensign was turning slowly into a first class bridge assistant, even though her primary role was at the gunnery site controls. A lack of recent battles had given her more flex time, and her commanding officer was making sure she didn't get bored. Boredom can be a killer for smart, energetic ones, Capt rationalized. He had been giving her more time at the helm, and she seemed to enjoy the thrill of swinging the hulking battleship through the asteroid fields. There's nothing like having life and death in your hands to keep you alert. Capt recalled how well she had done the previous night. He allowed her to position the ship onto the warp gate accelerator just before going into battle. Officer LaForte quickly took his place back before warp engagement, but for a few minutes, the perspiration was glistening on her forehead as she worked to swing the giant Stryker arms into correct alignment. She said, "Yes sir! No problem!" but Capt knew it would be some time before she could take the heat of battle at the helm. Stretching crew members and giving them a chance to show individual talent, the captain surmised, was a fine reflection of Gallente social principles.
"This is your third call in so many minutes," said Platinum, trying not to show his irritation. Shocku was on the com again. He had grown so excited with his interviews, he was practically panting over the neocom. "I've found a great all-around industrial pilot. She has great skills, and can even fly a Cap ship." "Did we not want a focused scientist Shocku?" Capt asked. "Well, I got her off her contract cheap, and it was a good deal," said Shocku. "And by the way, you now owe me two and a half billion credits..." Platinum noticed Laurette staring at his hands. He looked down and realized he was white-knuckled, almost breaking the armrest off the command chair. He took a deep breath and punched up some financial screens on the display. This new capsuleer was so hot-headed at times. "Okay, Shocku, no problem," he lied. "I've got the money right here. She better be good!" "Well, she certainly has a nice face" was Shocku's reply. Captain wondered what that had to do with science, but was glad the ol' Shockmaster was happy with her. "Just make sure I get an appointment with her ASAP for an interview, the ISK has been transferred." Captain settled back in the seat, a reflective expression coming to his face. "I sure hope we will learn how to share command of such a bright young contractor."
"Come" said Captain. The privacy doors hissed their retreat into the walls as Ensign Laurette appeared in the doorway. "You called for me, my captain?" "Yes, please have a seat." Platinum was just taking two large beakers of steaming coffee from the autosynth. "I have a particular treat for you today, young Ensign. What you are about to try, likely for the first time, is a cup of 'coffee'. This isn't the synthetic coffee the traders haul across the cosmos. This is the incredibly rare, steaming liquid extract from the grounds of a bean that traces its roots back to Mother Earth. It is now grown only in careful viticulture under the rays of certain yellow stars of the Gallente system. The descendants of the French are particularly fond of the flavor, and the real beans are incredibly rare. But enough of this, here is your cup." "Thank you, sir, but may I ask why you are wasting this fluid on an uncultured palate?" "Well, it is simple, Ensign. You have begun to distinguish yourself among my crew. You handle yourself well under pressure. I know you have a mathematics and science background, but I've also seen the pleasure with which you grasp the till of this great ship. What would you think about working toward the Helm?" "That would be fabulous sir!" "Okay, I'll change the duty roster and you will have some extra time for navigation training. I see you haven't touched the coffee." "I'm sorry sir," she said, "but it just smells terrible." "We'll work on training your palate as well, then." said Captain Platinum, as he lifted his dark beaker of hot steaming liquid to his lips.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Building the Roster
Shocku continued scanning through potential applications from candidates on his neocom. There was an endless list of capsule pilots looking for work, but very few of them fit both his budget and requirements for an industrial support pilot. Should he hire a rookie just out of school and spend years training them, or should he pay more for an experienced pilot. In the case of the latter, the skills had to be ones their team could use.
After passing over the application from yet another pinched Caldari, a pretty face caught his eye. She was Minmatar, but had double the amount of skills he was looking for. Overqualified... but a Rorque Pilot. Wow! His remembered their days in Fountain, reliant on someone else to jump their goods back and forth from Empire. It also looked like she could operate an assembly line and a refinery with efficiency, not to mention ice mining. It looked like this girl had the potential for being an isk maker for their team.
Shocku contacted Stecky for an interview and asked about her skills. Although Shocku liked her versatility, her lack of specialization put her at a disadvantage from a price perspective. They discussed this and haggled over price. She wanted 6 bil to buy out her contract. Shocku had spoken to Capt Platinum and their upper limit was 5bil. His bid for Steky was 4.5bil, a fairly low price, but in line with her skills. In the end, they closed the deal for 4.85 bil. Shocku was pleased, and contacted Capt Platinum with the news. It was pointless to discuss her qualifications, as Capt Platinum couldn't tear his eyes off her snapshot.
Shocku converted some assets and looked at his portfolio. That was it. There was nothing left to liquefy into isk, and he would have to sell Grievance's contract to get back to a positive balance. He hoped Tapper would be able to make the purchase. It was all good though, he had managed to put together an excellent team with great potential.
Shocku - Combat Specialist, Tech 2 Battleships
Capt Platinum - Combat, Mining, Industry... Shocku wondered if Capt would hire another combat pilot and focus on laboratory research and trade.
Grievance - Combat Specialist, Support
Stecky - Capital Mining, jump ship pilot, covert transport, overall support.
Tapper Lans - Jr. Pilot, looking to hire Grievance
With a smile Shocku knew their team had a lot to offer, it was clear that he didn't do anything half assed.
After passing over the application from yet another pinched Caldari, a pretty face caught his eye. She was Minmatar, but had double the amount of skills he was looking for. Overqualified... but a Rorque Pilot. Wow! His remembered their days in Fountain, reliant on someone else to jump their goods back and forth from Empire. It also looked like she could operate an assembly line and a refinery with efficiency, not to mention ice mining. It looked like this girl had the potential for being an isk maker for their team.
Shocku contacted Stecky for an interview and asked about her skills. Although Shocku liked her versatility, her lack of specialization put her at a disadvantage from a price perspective. They discussed this and haggled over price. She wanted 6 bil to buy out her contract. Shocku had spoken to Capt Platinum and their upper limit was 5bil. His bid for Steky was 4.5bil, a fairly low price, but in line with her skills. In the end, they closed the deal for 4.85 bil. Shocku was pleased, and contacted Capt Platinum with the news. It was pointless to discuss her qualifications, as Capt Platinum couldn't tear his eyes off her snapshot.
Shocku converted some assets and looked at his portfolio. That was it. There was nothing left to liquefy into isk, and he would have to sell Grievance's contract to get back to a positive balance. He hoped Tapper would be able to make the purchase. It was all good though, he had managed to put together an excellent team with great potential.
Shocku - Combat Specialist, Tech 2 Battleships
Capt Platinum - Combat, Mining, Industry... Shocku wondered if Capt would hire another combat pilot and focus on laboratory research and trade.
Grievance - Combat Specialist, Support
Stecky - Capital Mining, jump ship pilot, covert transport, overall support.
Tapper Lans - Jr. Pilot, looking to hire Grievance
With a smile Shocku knew their team had a lot to offer, it was clear that he didn't do anything half assed.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Big Guns
The metal steps echo loudly as Captain Platinum descends the metal tube. There are certain shortcuts that can be found when one really knows a starship. This particular tube is usually used for maintenance, but at this time happens to be the fastest route from engineering to the cargo bays forward. Perspiration beads on his forehead, more from anger and frustration than any warmth found in the cold ship.
The captain was staring out the window. Seated in the Command Throne, he enjoyed a high view from the center of the bridge The twin forward Stryker arms of the new Gallente Megathron stretched powerfully ahead. The gentle curve of the metal glistened in the sun, almost sensuous in its organic, undulating shape. Thrusters flashed brightly as the drones launched from central bay, so prominent on this ship. Just then, the 24 year old ensign walked between the captain and his view. "Striking, how the curve of her thigh looks so similar in its lines to the imposing stretch of metal beyond the screen," he thought. "Huh, Captain?" The intercom suddenly broke through his daydream with a static hiss. "What is it, Legrand," the captain barked. "Sir, you better come down here now. Look at my manifest screen in engineering, and then I'll meet you in cargo bay 18."
The long, black, carbon-fiber cartons lay open in the hold. Glistening in the packgel were long metal tubes that gleamed with their lethality. The crates were so large that the chief engineer was already on top of a tall lift, just to see inside. "What is this now?" called Platinum from below. "I don't understand it," said Legrand, "I ordered these Modal Mega Neutron Particle Accelerators, just as you said. But they are definitely not what I expected. They look like they will fit the ship fine, but my crew has no idea how to install them. It seems they have not been trained on this equipment..."
"But they were supposed to receive installation training a month ago," interrupted the captain.
"Exactly, sir, but we were called away early to help Shocku on that messy matter with the Serpentis."
"Enough of this, you get your men trained, and I want these guns operational by the end of the week!"
Flying this new battleship was a dream come true. Captain Platinum had no idea how many more obstacles would appear before the great beast was ready for the rigors of deep space.
"Ensign Laurette, to the bridge please!"
The captain was staring out the window. Seated in the Command Throne, he enjoyed a high view from the center of the bridge The twin forward Stryker arms of the new Gallente Megathron stretched powerfully ahead. The gentle curve of the metal glistened in the sun, almost sensuous in its organic, undulating shape. Thrusters flashed brightly as the drones launched from central bay, so prominent on this ship. Just then, the 24 year old ensign walked between the captain and his view. "Striking, how the curve of her thigh looks so similar in its lines to the imposing stretch of metal beyond the screen," he thought. "Huh, Captain?" The intercom suddenly broke through his daydream with a static hiss. "What is it, Legrand," the captain barked. "Sir, you better come down here now. Look at my manifest screen in engineering, and then I'll meet you in cargo bay 18."
The long, black, carbon-fiber cartons lay open in the hold. Glistening in the packgel were long metal tubes that gleamed with their lethality. The crates were so large that the chief engineer was already on top of a tall lift, just to see inside. "What is this now?" called Platinum from below. "I don't understand it," said Legrand, "I ordered these Modal Mega Neutron Particle Accelerators, just as you said. But they are definitely not what I expected. They look like they will fit the ship fine, but my crew has no idea how to install them. It seems they have not been trained on this equipment..."
"But they were supposed to receive installation training a month ago," interrupted the captain.
"Exactly, sir, but we were called away early to help Shocku on that messy matter with the Serpentis."
"Enough of this, you get your men trained, and I want these guns operational by the end of the week!"
Flying this new battleship was a dream come true. Captain Platinum had no idea how many more obstacles would appear before the great beast was ready for the rigors of deep space.
"Ensign Laurette, to the bridge please!"
Coffee in the Corridor
Shocku grabs his coffee and heads out the door of his suite aboard the Thor's Hammer. The vac hardened portal swooshes open and he almost runs into Grievance. He looks down at his shirt and watches as the slosh of coffee that spilled is attacked by nanobots, beads up into little balls, and boils away. Dust falls slowly to the corrugated flooring where it will soon be consumed by the cleaning beetles. "Good work on the salvaging last night, Grieve. We made over 16 million just on the stuff we sold!"
Grievance grins, "Nothing to it Shock, you and our corpmates did all the shooting."
Shocku nods, "Yeah, well it was a bit nervewracking being the tank on a level 4 mission against the Serpentis, but we had plenty of help. We will have to be able to do it on our own soon I think, but hopefully Capt Plat will be around with his..." Shocku pauses to think, "Is that hulking thing called an Armageddon? I still don't know all the Gallentean battleship classes."
Grievance runs his hand along the bulkhead of the Minmatar ship where form follows function and shakes his head, "Couldn't tell you, they all look like bugs to me."
"Speaking of classes, I noticed you haven't done a whole lot of specialization in missiles."
Shocku looks at Grieve, "You do know that as Minmatar we have to know both Gunnery and Missiles?"
Grievance nods, "Yeah, yeah, its just that you had me study up on my science so I could operate those tractor beams for that salvaging you were just beaming about. Say, you don't have a book on cruise missiles do you?"
Shocku touches his temple, activating an implant, and stares into space for a moment, "Aye, I have one in Scuelazyns. Its more than 5 jumps off but I hate to buy another one. Lets take our shuttles."
Looking longingly at Shocku's cup of coffee, Grievance groans and then heads to the docking bay, "Just how I wanted to spend my time before breakfast."
Shocku follows after him, walking carefully so as not to spill any more of his coffee, and calls after Grieve, "Just think how glad Tapper will be when you learn how to launch those cruises!"
As his shuttle shoots out the launching bay, Shocku swears under his breath seeing that he just missed Babe as she docks her destroyer. He met her salvaging their wrecks on another mission, and it would have been nice to chat her up a bit in station.
Grievance grins, "Nothing to it Shock, you and our corpmates did all the shooting."
Shocku nods, "Yeah, well it was a bit nervewracking being the tank on a level 4 mission against the Serpentis, but we had plenty of help. We will have to be able to do it on our own soon I think, but hopefully Capt Plat will be around with his..." Shocku pauses to think, "Is that hulking thing called an Armageddon? I still don't know all the Gallentean battleship classes."
Grievance runs his hand along the bulkhead of the Minmatar ship where form follows function and shakes his head, "Couldn't tell you, they all look like bugs to me."
"Speaking of classes, I noticed you haven't done a whole lot of specialization in missiles."
Shocku looks at Grieve, "You do know that as Minmatar we have to know both Gunnery and Missiles?"
Grievance nods, "Yeah, yeah, its just that you had me study up on my science so I could operate those tractor beams for that salvaging you were just beaming about. Say, you don't have a book on cruise missiles do you?"
Shocku touches his temple, activating an implant, and stares into space for a moment, "Aye, I have one in Scuelazyns. Its more than 5 jumps off but I hate to buy another one. Lets take our shuttles."
Looking longingly at Shocku's cup of coffee, Grievance groans and then heads to the docking bay, "Just how I wanted to spend my time before breakfast."
Shocku follows after him, walking carefully so as not to spill any more of his coffee, and calls after Grieve, "Just think how glad Tapper will be when you learn how to launch those cruises!"
As his shuttle shoots out the launching bay, Shocku swears under his breath seeing that he just missed Babe as she docks her destroyer. He met her salvaging their wrecks on another mission, and it would have been nice to chat her up a bit in station.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Still a Human Touch
Shocku turns his head slightly to the left from the holoscreen and gazes at the locks of auburn hair flowing around the finely featured face of the girl suspended over the sleeping platform. After sensing its occupant was asleep, it had reduced its gravity field allowing her to float in perfect comfort. Her smooth milky skin undamaged by the rays of an open sky is accented by pink nipples that match her lips. The sleeping platform, and the girl in it, are just one of the luxuries afforded to capsule pilots like himself. In fact, he has leased this entire floor of the station, though each time he undocks it can never be known if he will return from the dust of oblivion.
Her eyebrows furrow a bit in her sleep and she presses her thighs together. The curved form of her body rolls softly in the air from the slight movement. Glancing back a few seconds later, her hair continues in its orbit around the beauty of her now peaceful face. Aye, she would sleep well given the chance. He looks back to the holo.
BEGIN TRANSMISSION
System: Aunia
Station: Federation Navy Assembly Plant
Empire Datetime: 10285.34.1
From: Shocku Arc
To: Captain Platinum
Subject: Delegation
Greetigns Capt,
I hope this message finds you very late in the morning after a wonderful night stationside. I have pondered your transmission and understand your concerns, which I think come in two parts. First, I honestly think that no man can do everything well. The training would take a lifetime. One must specialize and delegate. As discussed before, I am sure we can hire an industrial pilot who will do a fine job of production under your direction. An ideal candidate would be able to handle not only production, but also the supply chain including mining, hauling, and refining. Your experience earlier in your career will be invaluable in managing his work. Secondly, I think you need to pull up your old Polymorph Psychology books. The techniques for managing your consciousness while transferring between minds are invaluable right from the start when considering such a cloning operation. I can assure you that I feel completely myself, with very little sense of loss concerning my Rask clone, despite the hard work that went into developing his career. Not only is a whole new world of space operations opened up to me, I still retain the experiences and practical training gathered before the cloning procedure. Keeping in mind that you will also be busy directing our new industrial pilot, you must only decide what level of investment and combat you wish to engage in yourself. You can then decide if you wish to continue with your current clone, or move up to another. As far as getting used to a new body... a night spent with a pretty wench like the one floating next to me will certainly get you in touch with it!
END OF TRANSMISSION
Shocku slides his finger slowly along the control panel of the platform, watching as the girl settles gently down onto the surface. He then slides it a bit further, grinning as she is pulled flat on her back against its higher than normal gravity. She opens her eyes partly and gazes at him with a smile as he double taps and climbs onto the platform. Its program will now vary as the cold of space is forgotten in the warmth of human touch.
Her eyebrows furrow a bit in her sleep and she presses her thighs together. The curved form of her body rolls softly in the air from the slight movement. Glancing back a few seconds later, her hair continues in its orbit around the beauty of her now peaceful face. Aye, she would sleep well given the chance. He looks back to the holo.
BEGIN TRANSMISSION
System: Aunia
Station: Federation Navy Assembly Plant
Empire Datetime: 10285.34.1
From: Shocku Arc
To: Captain Platinum
Subject: Delegation
Greetigns Capt,
I hope this message finds you very late in the morning after a wonderful night stationside. I have pondered your transmission and understand your concerns, which I think come in two parts. First, I honestly think that no man can do everything well. The training would take a lifetime. One must specialize and delegate. As discussed before, I am sure we can hire an industrial pilot who will do a fine job of production under your direction. An ideal candidate would be able to handle not only production, but also the supply chain including mining, hauling, and refining. Your experience earlier in your career will be invaluable in managing his work. Secondly, I think you need to pull up your old Polymorph Psychology books. The techniques for managing your consciousness while transferring between minds are invaluable right from the start when considering such a cloning operation. I can assure you that I feel completely myself, with very little sense of loss concerning my Rask clone, despite the hard work that went into developing his career. Not only is a whole new world of space operations opened up to me, I still retain the experiences and practical training gathered before the cloning procedure. Keeping in mind that you will also be busy directing our new industrial pilot, you must only decide what level of investment and combat you wish to engage in yourself. You can then decide if you wish to continue with your current clone, or move up to another. As far as getting used to a new body... a night spent with a pretty wench like the one floating next to me will certainly get you in touch with it!
END OF TRANSMISSION
Shocku slides his finger slowly along the control panel of the platform, watching as the girl settles gently down onto the surface. He then slides it a bit further, grinning as she is pulled flat on her back against its higher than normal gravity. She opens her eyes partly and gazes at him with a smile as he double taps and climbs onto the platform. Its program will now vary as the cold of space is forgotten in the warmth of human touch.
New Directions
I am sending this transmission from ForeRight, a small pub with a spectacular view, it is perched at the tip of the starboard control wing on the Silver Sword. Our faithful ship is a battlecruiser of the Gallente faction. My beaker of lager is kept slightly cool by the icy,laminar flow of air sinking from the expanse of plexiglass that makes possible this incredible vista. Serving girls keep drifting by to check on me, but I am lost in thought. New options as a Gallente officer are stretching before me like the great black sheet of nothing beyond the window. In the distance are the bright, knife-like projections from the glowing stars in the next galaxy.
I've spent the last year in rigorous education. My company has depended upon my leadership for numerous roles. We have spent countless hours watching displays and the gauges of mining drills, taping the rich core from giant rocks floating in the void. We have felt the adrenaline course through our veins while blasting pirates from the 'roid belts. We have ventured into the deepest regions of the outer planets, the Wildlands and Skaven, struggling against the most fearsome capsuleers and pirates alike. All the while, I have trained the skills so desperately needed by my loyal crews. Now I find myself with a host of abilities, but complete master in no area. Is mastery of a narrow field the ultimate goal? Is knowing more about far less our vision?
Others have pushed ahead with shocking mind transplants, vat clones, and other tricks. Maybe a clone of my body with a transplanted brain would give my crew the edge they need...
The questions continue to haunt my rapidly fogging consciousness, as the lager beakers continue to pour. A new direction in the military would be exciting but expensive. Engineering is a great field, and the corporation has countless blueprints from which to build. Among the outer planets, there float mountain size rocks made almost entirely of solid gold, diamond, and silver. The strip miners are dusty, but sit expectantly in the lower cargo holds. Confusions settles on me like the ethanol cloud.
I've spent the last year in rigorous education. My company has depended upon my leadership for numerous roles. We have spent countless hours watching displays and the gauges of mining drills, taping the rich core from giant rocks floating in the void. We have felt the adrenaline course through our veins while blasting pirates from the 'roid belts. We have ventured into the deepest regions of the outer planets, the Wildlands and Skaven, struggling against the most fearsome capsuleers and pirates alike. All the while, I have trained the skills so desperately needed by my loyal crews. Now I find myself with a host of abilities, but complete master in no area. Is mastery of a narrow field the ultimate goal? Is knowing more about far less our vision?
Others have pushed ahead with shocking mind transplants, vat clones, and other tricks. Maybe a clone of my body with a transplanted brain would give my crew the edge they need...
The questions continue to haunt my rapidly fogging consciousness, as the lager beakers continue to pour. A new direction in the military would be exciting but expensive. Engineering is a great field, and the corporation has countless blueprints from which to build. Among the outer planets, there float mountain size rocks made almost entirely of solid gold, diamond, and silver. The strip miners are dusty, but sit expectantly in the lower cargo holds. Confusions settles on me like the ethanol cloud.
Thor's Hammer
I am hung up aboard "Thor's Hammer" as the chief engineer goes over logs from our fight against the Amarr comparing shield performance against expected norms. Having just come from the armor tanking battlecruiser "Dirt Devil" to the shield tanking Maelstrom, we are both not sure what to expect. The three capacitor rigs seem to have done their job however, as it shows the booster had to fire a very low percent of the time. In fact, my engineer is impressed that it was far less than we had to run the armor repper on Dirt Devil. The frown that he has worn since boarding is starting to be replaced by a grin. Uppp, hold on a sec, here he is with his report.... Ok, everything is good I am STRONGLY encouraged to look into getting a whole fleet of tech 2 drones to allay his biggest fear of getting scrammed in this monstrosity.
Ok, he has gone off to the station bar to meet with some Gallentean wench. That give me a few moments to address all these latest changes with you my friend. It must be somewhat disconcerting to bring on a new pilot and have him suddenly move up to battleship class piloting, especially after all the training and work you have put in to get to where you are now. When I received word from my trust manager that I had inherited an extremely large sum from an uncle on the planet Gor, I couldn't resist looking into the new cloning procedure. My manager and I hit some snags on the business deal, but it finally went through. Now I just have to deal with the disconcerting psychological issues of being in a different clone body, and how my friends will relate to me. I want to assure you that I am just as committed as before to our joint enterprise. In fact, it is quite possible that I will now be even more dependent on you in joint operations, as many of my skills require the support of more nimble ships. If we work together, we can bring the hammer of justice to the slavers, free the Minmatar who remain under slavery, and bring a moral purpose and direction to the Gallentean capital machine.
I have an idea I wanted to discuss with you. I see two challenges before us... Our new pilot friend Tapper seems to be absolutely loving his new career as a capsuleer. However, I am concerned that the joy will turn to frustration if he accompanies us on level 4 missions and gets his ship popped every time he gets aggro. Secondly, I think we need to bring a new pilot into our little enterprise. Someone who is really good at science, research, and industry. We could task him with building the ships and mods we will need, and he could tag along for salvaging and hauling tasks. So here is my proposition... as you know, the business snags I ran into on my clone procedure landed me and extra clone named Grievance. He has about the same level of skills as you do, and I suggest we encourage Tapper to purchase Grievance. That would enable him to much better participate in ops with us. I could then use the capital to hire the researcher/industrialist. The industrialist would report directly to you for his research assignments. I might have him tag along now and then on ops, but you would be director of production for our team. Please let me know what you think, and then we can talk to Tapper if you agree. Otherwise I will dispose of Grievance at my convenience to procure the funds for the industrialist.
Finally, it looks like I have four days until I can begin training Capital Ships. There are all different kinds and different levels, but out of curiosity I looked at the Roq in evemon, found a highly rated fitplan, and created a training plan. It will take me under two months to fly a Roq fully fitted with clone vats, jump drive, and the works. If I acquire these skills, it might be possible to get Lord Wiggin to buy the ship itself for me. In this case, our little team would become quite an asset to this or any other corp, leading to officer positions I am sure. Personally, I will be refusing such positions, but you might be interested in an industrial position to gain access to corporate resources that might bring us cash flow.
Well, I guess its time to see if I might find my own Gallentean wench somewhere aboard this station. I hear that they are far less inhibited than Minmatar girls, and can turn a neat trick.
Signing off,
Shocku
Ok, he has gone off to the station bar to meet with some Gallentean wench. That give me a few moments to address all these latest changes with you my friend. It must be somewhat disconcerting to bring on a new pilot and have him suddenly move up to battleship class piloting, especially after all the training and work you have put in to get to where you are now. When I received word from my trust manager that I had inherited an extremely large sum from an uncle on the planet Gor, I couldn't resist looking into the new cloning procedure. My manager and I hit some snags on the business deal, but it finally went through. Now I just have to deal with the disconcerting psychological issues of being in a different clone body, and how my friends will relate to me. I want to assure you that I am just as committed as before to our joint enterprise. In fact, it is quite possible that I will now be even more dependent on you in joint operations, as many of my skills require the support of more nimble ships. If we work together, we can bring the hammer of justice to the slavers, free the Minmatar who remain under slavery, and bring a moral purpose and direction to the Gallentean capital machine.
I have an idea I wanted to discuss with you. I see two challenges before us... Our new pilot friend Tapper seems to be absolutely loving his new career as a capsuleer. However, I am concerned that the joy will turn to frustration if he accompanies us on level 4 missions and gets his ship popped every time he gets aggro. Secondly, I think we need to bring a new pilot into our little enterprise. Someone who is really good at science, research, and industry. We could task him with building the ships and mods we will need, and he could tag along for salvaging and hauling tasks. So here is my proposition... as you know, the business snags I ran into on my clone procedure landed me and extra clone named Grievance. He has about the same level of skills as you do, and I suggest we encourage Tapper to purchase Grievance. That would enable him to much better participate in ops with us. I could then use the capital to hire the researcher/industrialist. The industrialist would report directly to you for his research assignments. I might have him tag along now and then on ops, but you would be director of production for our team. Please let me know what you think, and then we can talk to Tapper if you agree. Otherwise I will dispose of Grievance at my convenience to procure the funds for the industrialist.
Finally, it looks like I have four days until I can begin training Capital Ships. There are all different kinds and different levels, but out of curiosity I looked at the Roq in evemon, found a highly rated fitplan, and created a training plan. It will take me under two months to fly a Roq fully fitted with clone vats, jump drive, and the works. If I acquire these skills, it might be possible to get Lord Wiggin to buy the ship itself for me. In this case, our little team would become quite an asset to this or any other corp, leading to officer positions I am sure. Personally, I will be refusing such positions, but you might be interested in an industrial position to gain access to corporate resources that might bring us cash flow.
Well, I guess its time to see if I might find my own Gallentean wench somewhere aboard this station. I hear that they are far less inhibited than Minmatar girls, and can turn a neat trick.
Signing off,
Shocku
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