For the longest time since my first foray into the greater whole of New Eden, since the day I truly became a Capsuleer among thousands of others… I had one nagging thought at the back of my mind, an incomplete section of grey matter that was not yet filled with electrical activity, a lack of information among a filled library of information and experience.
I didn’t know enough about the Drifters.
And this to me was a grave sin.
I am a creator, through various mediums, I analyse, dissect, and discern information, and with it, I make something of it.
By this I mean I love to learn, and make things with that knowledge. It could be anything, for any purpose, only to the end that it helps people, and seems remotely fascinating to somebody other than myself.
I used this to create land vehicles before, and during the DUST mercenary times, and from this I translated these skills into ship design and fitting.
It has served me well, and it is what ultimately got me into the Capsuleer program.
So to my surprise, after having my first clone activated, and being sent to the State Naval Academy, our convoy is slaughtered by a threat I had never dared to imagine. Not in my wildest dreams as a child, hearing of Sansha incursions as a bedtime story to get me to behave, not in my nightmares consumed by horrible beasts, not in my faintest of thoughts about the true power of the mythic Jovian people.
No. This threat was given form. It was like gazing upon the face of an enemy that could not be understood, technology more advanced and powerful than anything we could hope to muster, and an intelligence… with motives that could only spell out our demise in the most destructive way by the laws of the universe.
It was after waking up and having to flee from those shrouded ships with a mind to kill me on sight that I made a decision.
I would understand them. I would do so that I may learn their identities, their motives, their technology, and with that, I would destroy them.
Perhaps not annihilate them completely, I later thought, but rather ensure they would no longer do to others what was done to me, and my friends.
I and my friends have lost much to these things, and nary a word was spoken to us.
CONCORD has tried many times to speak with them, to subject them to the local law, which they have broken many times.
We have tried to get a response from them to say something. Anything.
What I am going to suggest is insane, and suicidal. A plan no intelligent, self-preservative man or woman would undertake, unless in the most dire of times.
Now is that time.
I propose to the people of New Eden, that we do not declare war on the Drifters, but rather contain their systems in Anoikis, and sit on them until they cry “Uncle”.
They enter and leave through unique wormholes which house their only known Hives, five unique sites which have been raided and replenished more times than I can count.
Instead we should capture each system, one by one, and let them decide to either force us out, which we will return in force as a response, or decide to speak, at which we will listen, and cease hostilities.
We will not fire upon them first, but we will respond with all manner of weapons fire if they attempt to purge us.
We will wait inside their five realms, with as many as we can muster, a swarm of frigates and destroyers, pests which they cannot hope to completely eradicate, and we will insist upon being a pest and a pain until they decide to speak.
I hope that it can be done, because I fear that whatever they want, they will get it if we sit idly any longer. They have the means to take it if they chose. But they haven’t yet. So either they’re waiting for something…
…or someone to come by.
I intend to be that person.
But enough of my ramblings. I must hear another’s thoughts on the matter.
We are now focusing on means to garter attention of the Drifters in an attempt to communicate with them in a peaceful manner.