Journal Entry No. 6

8/20/YC116

Once again the CEO of my corporation has gone inactive. What causes these disappearances? Did they find something out? Perhaps they know too much now.
...That's the only reason I can think of. It's always happened within a short time of me joining. Other members have been in the corporation much longer than me, but it's always after I join that the CEO vanishes. Do they know something of my ancestor? Perhaps they do, and are too afraid to say it. Or perhaps, more likely, they tried to tell me, and those self-righteous Amarrian bastards neutralized the CEOs with blackmail. Or worse, permanent death. No, that's too unlikely. After Khirean vanished, I attempted to contact him through an e-mail. He responded, but it was brief and vague, as if he couldn't say more out of fear.

"Sir?" A crew member asked, knocking on my door. Normally I'm in a pod to prevent death by suicide gankers, but right now I'm in my cabin since I'm docked in a station.
"Come in," I replied. I looked to see who it was, and then swiveled back in my chair, continuing to write here in my Captain's Log.
"Sir, we've discovered where we can find one of the Makise family, that Miss Astaroth told us about!" He said.
"Gh!" I swiveled back with a quick jolt. "What?! Where!"
Thomas hesitated for a moment. "You aren't going to like this..."
"Spit it out!" A rolled closer to him on my chair, I knew I looked desperate. This was more luck than I'd had for months.
"Well... they suspect her. They think she knows too much. They don't know for sure, but they aren't taking chances. They're selling her into slavery."
"Slavery?!" I curled my fingers into a fist, and clenched. "God damn it, those little bastards."
"Not just any slavery, they're selling her to the Caldari underworld."
Realization spread across my face. "You don't mean---"
Thomas nodded. "Yes, that's right. She's being sold into sex slavery at night, and as a lab worker by day. Specifically into Zainou Biotech, even worse."
"Why is that bad? I mean, of course it's bad, but why is it worse that she's being sold into Zainou?"
"Well, Zainou's policy on slaves, you know how good they are with neural implants regarding industry. You have two of them yourself. Anyways, Zainou's policy on slaves is that they get neural implants that cause them to forget anything unrelated to their job and to work more efficiently at their job, causing her to forget about the knowledge she had before being sold there. It even alters their personality, so that they feel passionate love for the person they are being sold to, or hate people they used to love."
That's got to break some sort of law or another. That's treating them like animals to be sold, rather than sentient beings. Though with the Caldari, you never know. Ugh, the Caldari are so despicable. I jolted back out of my trance and began. "In other words, you're saying that---"
"---the only chance we have at retrieving her with any useful knowledge is by intercepting the freight that takes her there before she's delivered."
"Hmm..." I thought. "We'll have to wait at Zainou Biotech, constantly on edge, until this person shows up. I hate to spend valuable time that could be used making ISK, but it seems there's no other choice."
Thomas grinned slyly as walked over to my desk and slid a paper onto it. I looked at it, and my jaw gaped in amazement. This was a copy of the courier contract hauling the Makise!
"Where'd you get this?" I looked over it and mentally chided myself as I realized how he was able to tell me so much; the entire ordeal was outlined in this contract.
Thomas grinned more, relishing in my amazement. "I have friends in high places."
Now was my turn to grin. "Well then, let's get this show on the road then, shall we?"
Talk of my new corporation will have to wait. This is urgent, and I'd like to see if the new corporation functions as it should before praising it or chiding it.

Journal Entry No. 5

8/10/YC116

I left my old corporation, Whitestar Agency, due to the directors suddenly disappearing as well as the foreclosure of the PvP division, the Whitestar Federation. Additionally, we were wardecced, so I lost over 100 million ISK from that unfair war. Since then I have joined Affirmative Action Industries, a mining and industry corporation with a wealthy CEO.

When I joined the corporation, we were a small and humble group, consisting of just a few members with our headquarters located in Jita. This location was just as a temporary means; we had every intention to move our HQ to a new system as soon as possible. I compiled a few systems and crunched a few numbers, and I found a suitable system for us to move to: Wuos. It was a small system, fairly isolated, only 8 jumps from Jita, had a few ice fields to mine for fuel for our upcoming POS. Finding this location and surveying the location got me promoted to Auditor, Diplomat, and Communications Officer of my corporation.

I had been hoping that our corporation would not get wardecced, but it was an unrealistic hope. A few days ago, on August 7th, YC114, Scandinavian Dirtbags declared war on our humble corporation. This was to be expected, of course. This time, however, my CEO had communications in high places, as well as a large sum of ISK to hire mercenaries if needed. The war began 24 hours after the declaration, on August 8th.

The war has gone on for about 3 days now. During that time, only one ship has been lost: Khirean's Retriever. The war costs them 50 million every week, so one would think that they would hunt us down and try to cause as much carnage as possible. Granted, we have been more careful with which systems we jump to and whatnot, but that shouldn't exclude us from almost all losses whatsoever. We're a corporation full of primarily newbies, someone's bound to jump to the wrong place and stumble upon a gate camp.

Upon doing some research, I discovered that the leader of the Scandinavian Dirtbags alliance, Azicus Masrama, was in the Cha0s Legion corporation from 2013.04.25 01:07 to 2013.06.15 00:46. Alone, this information is useless. However, upon further research I discovered something suspicious. The CEO of my corporation, Khirean Khiriani, was in the same corporation, Cha0s Legion, from 2013.04.29 23:07 to 2013.06.19 00:56. In other words, Khirean Khiriani, my CEO, and Azicus Masrama, the CEO of Scandinavian Dirtbags alliance, were in the same corporation during the same time frame: 2013.04.29 23:07 to 2013.06.15 00:46, a month and a half. This is plenty enough time for them to get to know each other. If this was the case, then Scandinavian Dirtbags should have stayed away from injuring the corporation of an old friend. But did they? No... perhaps it was something more... could it be for revenge?

Such a possibility is quite likely, a month and a half is easily enough time to spawn feelings of hatred for each other. But is that the case? Am I to believe such a simplistic story? No, what I sense is a conspiracy. What it entails, I do not yet know. I must do more research on this topic. Even if that means drawing unwanted aggression by talking to the enemy alliance's CEO, I must know more. Did something happen in their past? Some sort of espionage? Perhaps an assasination contract? ...I can't come to conclusions with such a small basis. Perhaps I'll throw myself in front of the enemy, see if they attack me, or if they spare me. If I did such, I'd have to be piloting a fairly useless non-PvP ship; using a specialized PvP ship could make them draw aggression in defense. On the other hand, using a non-PvP ship might cause them to take an easy kill. Whatever I do, I will write down in my Captain's Log here.

On an unrelated note, I have noticed that a quite experienced member of my corporation, Lara Khiriani, and my CEO, Khirean Khiriani, have the same last name. Often this is a trait shared with character's alts, which is no big deal, except that Lara and Khirean are two different people. Or so they claim. I know that Khirean invited Lara to Eve Online, which suggests that they know each other outside of Eve. Is that really a reason to have the same last name though? Perhaps it is just an alias used to act as an undercover boss. One would think they would try to hide their tracks more, though, if they were trying to be undercover. I do not know, and it is likely not that important. For now, I will leave this conspiracy closed, unless I find information proving otherwise, right or wrong.

El. Psy. Congroo.

Journal Entry No. 4

8/3/YC116

"Dammit! Why aren't they working? I don't care how weak those F-ing Armor Repair units are, just get us the HECK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled to the crew.
"Yes, Captain!" A crew member yelled and then muttered something about his pay.
A loud crashing sound. And another. The noise became so loud and so constant, it almost seemed to become ambient.
"Captain, they've breached hull!"
"Frag! How much time we got?"
"30 seconds, maybe less."
"Shit." If we keep on a straight trajectory for the Acceleration Gate, we'll probably be destroyed. But is it worth it to warp somewhere else? I don't know if we'll have time to align and get to warping speed before we're destroyed.
"Captain, the hull's about to break!!"
"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" I yelled, my heart pumping a thousand times a second.
The crew all looked at me in alarm. I'd almost forgotten that the crew are not immortal.
"We don't have enough time to align and warp to another anomaly. Plus, if we run away this time, this mission isn't going to finish itself. We'll have to try again, and there'll be more pirates who've warped in to battle. We're going to that Acceleration Gate at all costs!"
The crew nodded and scrambled, making sure all the modules were all running perfectly.
I was going to extremely pissed off if I lost this ship. The Myrmedon ship cost me 80 million ISK, and I'd bought it today.
"Captain, we've reached the Acceleration Gate!"
"Well what are you freaking waiting for? Activate it!"
"Yes, Captain." He responded and started typing the warp coordinates into the onboard computer.
We aligned to the same direction as the Acceleration Gate, and a moment later we warped in.
I slid back in my seat. That put way too much stress on me. If capsuleers weren't immortal, that surely would have shaved a year off of my lifespan.

We finished warping a moment later, and no sooner did we receive a transmission.
"Crap! Our hideout's been discovered! Don't let them get away!"
No... We don't have enough strength to last another battle. Maybe 20 seconds, if we were lucky. "Warp away! WARP AWAY!!" I thanked my Creator that non-capsuleers don't warp-scram us capsuleers.
"Where do you want to warp to?"
I waved my arm in a sense of command. "I don't care. You could warp to the middle of nowhere, for all I care!"
He nodded and started typing in coordinates into the system. Just as we aligned, the pirates began to lock onto us. Thankfully, we were mostly up to warping speed, so we just escaped without them doing much damage to us.
"Phew... That was... stressful, to say the least. I really ought to get some exotic dancers in this ship for stressful moments like this." I chuckled for a moment. "That's the last of missioning I'm doing for a while. I almost had a heart attack, and I'd rather not repeat that experience."