Once again, it’s been a while since I did something like this. But, here we are.
In a funny way this should perhaps have been the longest-running of the journals I’ve kept; the Amarr Empire declared war on the Drifters after the assassination of Empress Jamyl I and the incursions that followed. Since then the war kind of went cold and stale: there was only so much we could do against the Drifters beyond striking at their Hives, and they didn’t seem very inclined to give us any special attention.
They’d found somebody else they were more worried about.
That’s all changed, now, I guess. Whether it’s because of the Deathless making progress on stuff they can’t permit or because they’ve decided taking Pochven from the Triglavian Clades isn’t happening so they’ve decided they need one of their own, the Drifters are now probing at our defenses for weaknesses with kind of surprisingly horrible attention to detail.
There are construction units in the Hive nexus chambers. If you’ve ever been in one you already know why that’s worrying. If you haven’t … well, I’ll probably post some images but really you should try shooting your way to one yourselves. Even if you don’t feel confident enough or able to scrape together the ISK for an ARC-style hive doctrine, a flock of 20-30 EM rapid-light Caracals should be able to carve its way in quick enough with only a few losses.
And we could kinda use the additional people giving the Drifters a reason to pay a little attention to defense and not to just, like, torturing monks to death, which is the sort of thing they seem to be getting up to in Amarr.
(I kind of get the whole human experimentation “tolerances and breakpoints” thing, but seriously-- a monastery? What are they expecting to learn from that? What else are they targeting, libraries, schools, and orphanages?)
(… I might be taking that a little personally. I was raised in an extended-family-run monastery on Achura and even if I don’t remember anything about that or even what it looks like it still feels … kind of an extra special level of horrible. Maybe precisely because I can’t remember it; maybe I just hear or see the word “monastery” and it automatically feels like it should be like home.)
… anyway …
During the Triglavian invasions we at least had a pretty clear idea of what was likely coming. We were diving the Abyss, watching them building their world arks. The specifics-- the degree of stellar manipulation they were capable of; the scale of change they could introduce; the realization that the Abyss is likely artificial– were surprising at times, but it wasn’t too much of a mystery that, for example, a world ark was probably going to be a sort of super-duper capital ship that worked as a mobile base of operations for, like, everything. A singularity reactor is a technological wonder, and its implications are both astonishing and really pretty scary.
But we have the language to describe it.
Caroline’s Star, the somehow supraluminal (it appeared in everybody’s skies at once), Drifter-green micro-nebula that seems to have either heralded or been the actual cause of the Jovian Directorate’s fall, we never did get a clear read on. Nor do I have the language to describe the small warehouse of Drifter elements I’ve accumulated by now, although, “cognitohazardous, partially-reified concrete abstraction with excessive data noise that’s somehow usable as a reactor component” seems like a start. But it’s really unclear what that would mean or what you’d even make it out of?
I apologize if I’m meandering. The fact of the matter is I’m really scared. All this time, all this study, and we still don’t really know the principles behind what they do, even in theory.
Or what the nexus room is for. Or what it means that they’re rebuilding (resetting?) the structures there.
I do know that today, at Tadadan, I saw space itself tinted green and blue-- Triglavian-style existential weather, painted in Drifter energies and aflicker with “lightning.”
I can hardly guess what this means, but this much is a cinch: “Nothing good.”
More to follow, over time.