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.