Miroitem is the system starting with an “M” I could not remember how to spell! I had no idea Roden was manufacturing a mind altering blueberry swirl soft serve there!
I love blueberry soft serve.
Fortunately, at my age the mind is beyond alteration.
Your experiences in Nakugard only confirm our nightmares. It will be a bit before my spy is able to dispatch contractual obligations fast enough to rise through Roden’s ranks quickly in Rancer, so perhaps Nakugard would be a good easing-in point. Besides, my obsessive compulsive disorder prohibits me from manufacturing frigates until I have worked out every possible material and time efficiency, so casing Nakugard will give me time for all that.
I’d forgotten I’m passably decent at this whole “research and manufacture” thing. Now that I am running for the Gallente presidency, it seems like an appropriate skillset to discover possessing.
Candidly, I probably should have been born…
One moment please…
Diana helmets, everyone! Diana helmets, please!
Candidly, I probably should have been born a coffee-sipping Gallente bohemian instead of an Amarrian mummy. Assuming I was born. As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been an old woman.
Not quite that far back, Kuviekins re-emerged from the void with fancy new Jovian technology. There was a big hullabaloo, and a Caldari research scientist defected to the Republic with a bunch of juicy Kuviekin deets. A huge Cluster-wide research project was established to study those deets.
Half of the Caldari pod population boycotted the huge research project because the research scientist’s defection hurt their fifis. Not to be outdone, two thirds of the Amarrian pod population refused to participate because the research scientist defected to the Republic (thereby hurting their fifis). The Caldari mostly kept quiet, but the Amarrians wouldn’t shut up about how they refused to participate. I’m not sure what enraged the Matari, but something did (as something always does), and so the most creative members of the pod community suddenly found themselves with all the oxygen in the room.
I moved to Araz and pursued two veins of inquiry:
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Establishing planetary infrastructure necessary to churn out a sufficient number of mainframes, genetically engineered livestock, TMCs, and other cybernetic parts to produce infomorphic sheep using transplanted Athran karakul. I have since relocated the mainframes to Shesha, where my infomorphic sheep are doing quite well.
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Studying the Takmahl (noted cyberneticists) who lived in the Araz systems a couple thousand years ago.
Regarding the second topic, I remember discussing the end of the Takmahl civilization. There was a schism between two parties, the names of whom I once knew but don’t really matter. Tak-subscript-1 headed south and west, settling ultimately in Delve and becoming forerunners of the modern Blood Raiders. Tak-subscript-2 headed in the opposite direction, north and east, vanishing spooky vampire style.
Now, despite being just another Amarrian vampire cult, the Takmahl were able to move around in space thousands of years before other Amarrian vampire cults because they stole the sacred space angel relics given to the Amarrians by remnants of Jovian Empire >~ 2.2/
Consequently, although Tak-subscript-2 vanished, their trajectory would have brought them close-ish to the Jin Mei (who have quite elaborate vampire demon myths of their own); the everybody Yang Jung tonight systems of Algintal; and, with a bit of a curve (and space is nothing if not curved), Ani (where they probably ended up getting heart-staked by remnants of Jovian Empire >~1.0&&<~2.2).
But Roden!
Roden, that insidious brain-eating space cuttlefish, comes along thousands of years later. He sets up a “shipyard” in Rancer - which is just a hop (no need for a skip, jump, or step in any direction) from both Algintal and Ani. Obviously, Roden is not inconvenienced by any CONCORD jump drive nonsense. He has been stuffing his face tentacles with the remains of three galactic menaces for decades.
Because they had the good sense to locate themselves in a constellation that does not begin with the letter A, the Talocan can be absolved of any responsibility for anything that has gone wrong in the cluster to date. That’s good for the Talocan. But if Roden’s Rancer brain pool is not found and drained, people all across the cluster will end up having V3’s latest album downloaded into their Egonics headset without asking.
As President of the Federation, I will make draining the brain pool my top priority.