I’ve got people coming to me asking what happened in KYNE. “Abandon ship and forget all hope!” Well maybe not quite that, it is not dead, yet. Personally I am very angry at certain people over this and other related events, and would love nothing more than to point fingers at who is to blame for what. But there is a tale to be told here, and pointing fingers would not be a true accounting of what had happened. However while I played my part, this is not a story about me.
At first glance, KYNE is just another quiet nobody high sec care bear group that is not even a blip on the radar. Originally it was run by a lady named Wocanda. For Wocanda, she just wanted friendly people to chat with in coms. Eve was secondary to that, mining was the most mindless thing to do while she joked around on coms. You got to understand she always wanted her group to the “The Good Guys”. Ganking and scams were strictly forbidden in her group. Most the time she remained neutral in the major wars. KYNE was her social group of friends to hang out with.
What her real game was though, is something I like to call “The Monkey Trap”. KYNE never really had any real security you find in most typical Eve groups. No one tracked API’s, everyone was for the most part taken for their word. She kept her own assets hidden and secure while the corporate assets was a chaotic cluster ■■■■. There was madness to her logic, and no I did not get the two words reversed in the phrasing. Thieves and Awoxers tried, but the monkey trap won every time. If only they could get a little deeper into KYNE they could steal ten times as much as they can now. Meanwhile Wocanda would give them just enough rope to hang them self. Led by the carrot on a stick, ether their greed would betray them and they would get kicked out, or she would flip them. Convince them that what she was doing was good for them to not steal from her. For what ever reason you might want to give to this, it actually worked.
Surrounding Wocanda were those she placed into leadership. Ironically those that actually ran KYNE might not have even been a member of the corporation. Of this leadership, most are over the age of fifty. They are old, slow and long of tooth, yet their teeth are still pretty damn sharp. In your older years, PVP begins to loose it’s luster. A bunch of younger men beating their chests, trying to out do one another in how bad ass they can talk in local about others being cowards. While we are quiet in local, we just roll our eyes and say on coms, “Another dude living in their mom’s basement thinking they are important or something.” They want a straight up fight. Instead we have our own games to play with them.
KYNE is a flag, and those that rallied behind KYNE was a loose and rather large coalition. They may not have ever even joined KYNE, yet KYNE was home. People would come and go but they always returned. As KYNE remained neutral, people would come and go to different alliances. Operation Security was never breached, they would remain loyal to which ever group they were flying for at that time. Only breach of security was a warning to KYNE if a large fleet was moving through our area. We remained neutral and pretty much got out of the way and let who ever pass. We remained “The Good Guys”, and time passed we ended up having members in every large alliance. Had we so wanted, we had the perfect spy network having infiltrated both sides of the Casino War. But we did not, we remained true to our word and remained neutral.
As time passed, trust grew. We became a staging area for those in retreat. A place to rebuild, restructure, regroup. Billions, if not trillions of isk worth of equipment and materials were often entrusted to Woconda’s care. We would use what we were loaned and always returned it, even as much as delivered it to specific locations when the original owner came for it. Never once were we called thieves, we remained “The Good Guys”. Looking back it is hard to believe a “Care Bear” group had accomplished so much. June 10th, 2017, Woconda had succumbed to her battle with cancer. To her, KYNE was real as it was her true friends. She passed the torch to her right hand man, Dropzone.
Dropzone is not retired, has a wife and children and a job. He certainly does not have the time to devote to what was the Monkey Trap game. It was not long before thieves and awoxers saw the weakness and for a time there was blood in the water and the sharks came. Different people requires different leadership, and he inherited an awful chaotic mess with no rhyme of reason or structure. It was a mad rush to gather and organize everything, lock everything down so nothing more could get stolen. All the while trying to keep operations running for everyone. That done, next on the list was the god awful mess that was security. Even worse, we had more directors than members.
Being an old IT guy I know it is always easier to give someone something they want compared to taking away something they do not need. All roles were stripped from everyone equally. His right hand man was working on setting up a new and sane security structure. Those of us that are familiar with computer security code was offering guidance, but the person actually doing the job was new to it. Most importantly though, he was enjoying learning it, and none of those in leadership wanted to take that enjoyment away from him. So what if it would take a few days instead of hours? Let him have his fun!
That is how ■■■■ hit the fan. People that had entrusted items to KYNE via Woconda were cut off. While Woconda was gone, we still tried to remain true to the older agreements she made. However rather than ask to simply get their items back, or get access to this or that, accusations started flying. People with egos bigger than their intelligence started throwing their weight around. Dropzone has his wife and kids and a job to deal with. Eve is a game and it should be fun. It was no longer fun, in fact it was now the biggest pain in his ass. For as long as KYNE remains, someone is going to say, “That is not how Woconda ran things!” I’m very sad to say, Woconda is gone, things change, life moves on. We moved on.
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