DUST Search - Transmission from Meildolf V... random much

Aeron Oiritsuu wrote:

Greeting Mercs,

Yesterday, upon making many of my numerous supply runs of ammo, weapons, and rations. I stumbled upon the most bizarre thing. In an attempt to increase speed I usually take a short-cut through the Meildolf system. Meildolf for the most is quite safe, due the presence of the STB Fleet, pirates for the most part non-existent . However, on more than one occasion I have seen those STB buggers target practice on defenseless merchants like me! Anyways, there I was traveling in Meildolf gazing at the stars and the untold fortunes that lay ahead, when all the sudden I received a un-encrypted open comm message. What kind of fool uses open comms in Molden Heath! Such stupidity should only be reserved for Amarrian Zealots and Gallente Pigs. Did this fool have a death wish? Sorry if seems like I am ranting my boss says this is my one and only gift.

Now now I believe myself more a man of opportunity then curiosity, and I really want to believe it was opportunity that told me to power my engines and head towards the broadcast. Ya know good salvage and pirate fleet movements are worth something these days. However I won't lie, the sight of fireworks and explosions did cross my mind. To my dismay, I soon came to the conclusion that the message was not from an actual ship but a planet! Meildolf V to be exact. I might be a little merchant of no consequence, but I pride myself in my ability to identify threats and then proceed to GTFO. This was one of those cases. A war was raging on, and the only dismay my fiery death would cause, would be the weariness of general looking at a very long casualty list, with my name freshly added. Thus, I quickly powered up and headed to my previous destination, but of course I did begin to read the contents of this transmission.

As Capsuleer, I believe I am separated from emotion, but this message has awoken things. I have seen Amarrian Paladins **** and pillage in the name of enlightenment, and Matari bomb and destroy Amarrian medical centers in the name of freedom. I long came to the conclusion that good and evil was a matter of perspective and not concession. Greed and generosity are just different sides of the coin A means to an end. On the other hand, after reading this message I believe I have seen a glimpse of pure evil. With my assurance, this revelation only lasted the faintest of seconds. As if my emotions we like a switch, I just simply turned them off.

In a matter of fact, I had completely forgotten about the transmission until my boss brought it up. Well to be fair he did not bring it up, but he did ask me why I was late... so I told. Later on, I asked my boss, who will not be named for his secrecy and more importantly may safety, if it was possible to make a buck off this transmission. He laughed at me... for what I thought was a very long time, and then suggested I post it in a mercenary tab. So here I am jumping through hoops to transmit it to you. Due some fragment error I am going to have to update in segments. Anyways here ya go

Transmission: Open Comms
Date received 10/14/YC115
Time: 03:15
From:Meildolf V
To: Violaceous Fiery

Device# 100934598

[Journal Entry]
Name: Henry Tideson
Date: 08/09/YC115

This is my firrrst entry and will not bea my last. For my 16th birthddday I received this marvolous device. It seems father is adamant on me becomming a writer over a soilder. This device is stoke of genius from the duvolle laboratories Overtime, it will actually learn from my typing patterns: Pressure, word choice, and even sentence structurejj. Eventually, it will have a mind of itss own. This will make esaays a breeze and school work a joke. Unfortunately, its still configuring, so everything might still be littered with spelling errors. Anyways Iamm going down for some birthday cake.

-Henry Tideson

Device# 100934598
[Journal Entry]
Name: Heny Tideson
Date 08/28/YC155

What an absolutely marevallous day! For dinner tonight we hosted my father's oldest and greatest friennd. George brown, or how my father calls him big and rough Georgey. There they were, laughing like little school girls, while recounting war stories and pranks in service. My brother demious being five and all and thus lacking the appropriate social skils, in the heat of the moment, said the two words never to be spoken in the Tideson household... IMP WAR. You see my dad lost his right leg to the damn IMPs and almost everybody on Sver prime will never forgot the uninitiated assault and the destruction and grief that followed. However to my complete surprise, my father just smiled and said, " Those IMP scum are just a relic of the past". George piped in, about how Sver prime defenses had improved drastically. Making sure the IMP invasion never repeated. I think of how far STB and Sver Prime have come. Though hell and back we have become quite prosperous.

-Henry Tideson
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True Adamance PIE Inc. Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris 3290	Posted - 2013.10.17 23:14:00 - [1] - Quote Aeron Oiritsuu wrote: Greeting Mercs, Yesterday, upon making many of my numerous supply runs of ammo, weapons, and rations. I stumbled upon the most bizarre thing. In an attempt to increase speed I usually take a short-cut through the Meildolf system. Meildolf for the most is quite safe, due the presence of the STB Fleet, pirates for the most part non-existent . However, on more than one occasion I have seen those STB buggers target practice on defenseless merchants like me! Anyways, there I was traveling in Meildolf gazing at the stars and the untold fortunes that lay ahead, when all the sudden I received a un-encrypted open comm message. What kind of fool uses open comms in Molden Heath! Such stupidity should only be reserved for Amarrian Zealots and Gallente Pigs. Did this fool have a death wish? Sorry if seems like I am ranting my boss says this is my one and only gift. Now now I believe myself more a man of opportunity then curiosity, and I really want to believe it was opportunity that told me to power my engines and head towards the broadcast. Ya know good salvage and pirate fleet movements are worth something these days. However I won't lie, the sight of fireworks and explosions did cross my mind. To my dismay, I soon came to the conclusion that the message was not from an actual ship but a planet! Meildolf V to be exact. I might be a little merchant of no consequence, but I pride myself in my ability to identify threats and then proceed to GTFO. This was one of those cases. A war was raging on, and the only dismay my fiery death would cause, would be the weariness of general looking at a very long casualty list, with my name freshly added. Thus, I quickly powered up and headed to my previous destination, but of course I did begin to read the contents of this transmission. As Capsuleer, I believe I am separated from emotion, but this message has awoken things. I have seen Amarrian Paladins **** and pillage in the name of enlightenment, and Matari bomb and destroy Amarrian medical centers in the name of freedom. I long came to the conclusion that good and evil was a matter of perspective and not concession. Greed and generosity are just different sides of the coin A means to an end. On the other hand, after reading this message I believe I have seen a glimpse of pure evil. With my assurance, this revelation only lasted the faintest of seconds. As if my emotions we like a switch, I just simply turned them off. In a matter of fact, I had completely forgotten about the transmission until my boss brought it up. Well to be fair he did not bring it up, but he did ask me why I was late... so I told. Later on, I asked my boss, who will not be named for his secrecy and more importantly may safety, if it was possible to make a buck off this transmission. He laughed at me... for what I thought was a very long time, and then suggested I post it in a mercenary tab. So here I am jumping through hoops to transmit it to you. Due some fragment error I am going to have to update in segments. Anyways here ya go Transmission: Open Comms Date received 10/14/YC115 Time: 03:15 From:Meildolf V To: Violaceous Fiery Device# 100934598 [Journal Entry] Name: Henry Tideson Date: 08/09/YC115 This is my firrrst entry and will not bea my last. For my 16th birthddday I received this marvolous device. It seems father is adamant on me becomming a writer over a soilder. This device is stoke of genius from the duvolle laboratories Overtime, it will actually learn from my typing patterns: Pressure, word choice, and even sentence structurejj. Eventually, it will have a mind of itss own. This will make esaays a breeze and school work a joke. Unfortunately, its still configuring, so everything might still be littered with spelling errors. Anyways Iamm going down for some birthday cake. -Henry Tideson Device# 100934598 [Journal Entry] Name: Heny Tideson Date 08/28/YC155 What an absolutely marevallous day! For dinner tonight we hosted my father's oldest and greatest friennd. George brown, or how my father calls him big and rough Georgey. There they were, laughing like little school girls, while recounting war stories and pranks in service. My brother demious being five and all and thus lacking the appropriate social skils, in the heat of the moment, said the two words never to be spoken in the Tideson household... IMP WAR. You see my dad lost his right leg to the damn IMPs and almost everybody on Sver prime will never forgot the uninitiated assault and the destruction and grief that followed. However to my complete surprise, my father just smiled and said, " Those IMP scum are just a relic of the past". George piped in, about how Sver prime defenses had improved drastically. Making sure the IMP invasion never repeated. I think of how far STB and Sver Prime have come. Though hell and back we have become quite prosperous. -Henry Tideson ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Amarr don't ****. Its a sin against God.