Wow, it's been too long since I've written here in my Captain's Log.
Nearly a month has passed since that fateful day. The day I failed to rescue Miss Makise. Less than a month has passed, and yet I've lamented her death for an eternity. Maybe several eternities.
Why? Why didn't CONCORD intervene? Aren't they supposed to be the police of the star cluster? The police of New Eden? It's not as if this took place in NullSec, or even LowSec. This took place in High-Security space. It even happened next to a planetary Customs Office, no less. There's no way CONCORD could have not known about what happened.
What if CONCORD played a role in this...? What then? Even the ones I thought I could trust with absolute certainty can't be trusted.
They're Jovian in origin, someone once told me. It wasn't until just now that it struck me. Jovian origin...?
...Oh, damn. It's worse than I thought. CONCORD has infested every single High-Security system there is. Every square inch of Empire space is inhabited by CONCORD. They must be waiting for the perfect moment to strike, I thought. The perfect moment... to strike? Why not now? Their technology is way more advanced than our own. Even their semi-diplomatic cargo scanners can see through the supposedly cargo-scan impenetrable capsuleer ships.
...They must be waiting for something to happen. But what? And why? Why is it so important?
I felt that familiar buzz; it was wearing off. I popped some more tabs into my mouth. I wouldn't be sane if it weren't for these things holding me back. I'd reasoned with myself.
A thought popped into my head. What if... What if it wasn't that the Makise had been killed, but that I was too late, and the transfer had already taken place? If CONCORD was involved, it was entirely possible that they could have modified the kill report to appear such that there was an "exotic dancer" destroyed and killed in the wreck, when in reality she wasn't on there at all at the time of the kill report?
Oh well, I thought. I yawned, and when I woke up, I felt refreshed and content with life as it was.
Nearly a month has passed since that fateful day. The day I failed to rescue Miss Makise. Less than a month has passed, and yet I've lamented her death for an eternity. Maybe several eternities.
Why? Why didn't CONCORD intervene? Aren't they supposed to be the police of the star cluster? The police of New Eden? It's not as if this took place in NullSec, or even LowSec. This took place in High-Security space. It even happened next to a planetary Customs Office, no less. There's no way CONCORD could have not known about what happened.
What if CONCORD played a role in this...? What then? Even the ones I thought I could trust with absolute certainty can't be trusted.
They're Jovian in origin, someone once told me. It wasn't until just now that it struck me. Jovian origin...?
...Oh, damn. It's worse than I thought. CONCORD has infested every single High-Security system there is. Every square inch of Empire space is inhabited by CONCORD. They must be waiting for the perfect moment to strike, I thought. The perfect moment... to strike? Why not now? Their technology is way more advanced than our own. Even their semi-diplomatic cargo scanners can see through the supposedly cargo-scan impenetrable capsuleer ships.
...They must be waiting for something to happen. But what? And why? Why is it so important?
I felt that familiar buzz; it was wearing off. I popped some more tabs into my mouth. I wouldn't be sane if it weren't for these things holding me back. I'd reasoned with myself.
A thought popped into my head. What if... What if it wasn't that the Makise had been killed, but that I was too late, and the transfer had already taken place? If CONCORD was involved, it was entirely possible that they could have modified the kill report to appear such that there was an "exotic dancer" destroyed and killed in the wreck, when in reality she wasn't on there at all at the time of the kill report?
Oh well, I thought. I yawned, and when I woke up, I felt refreshed and content with life as it was.
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