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Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.22 19:26:00 - [301]
 


Perhaps you believe that capsule pilots do nothing between bouts of combat? Maybe the fact we can calculate engagement parameters more efficiency than the most powerful computers in a fraction of a second real-time has no baring on our ability to consider the implications of posthumanity on future cultural development? That our accelerated senses and enhanced processing/analysis mind hardwiring just shuts off between calculating hyperspace jumps and navigational data? You have to admit that seems unlikely.

I’ve lived an accelerated consciousness now for almost eight years. In that time I’ve had the opportunity to consider virtually every philosophical treatise on the nature of society known to my culture in the spaces between wars and rebellions and guerrilla fighting on the frontier.

And you know what? It’s all pretty much useless. We aren’t following a path or pattern known to the ancient world. We are trailblazers in an unknown country and nobody really knows what it’s all about. Any philosophy for dealing with the new cultures we are building need to start at ground zero. Us, you and me and how we interact. Everything else is affectation.

You talk about capsule supremacy as if it’s a lifestyle choice and that’s about as inaccurate as anything else your ancient philosophies have to say about the present.

I’ve seen capsule pilots trying to pretend that nothing has changed and they are just ordinary men and women of their nations and nobody really buys it.

We don’t even speak the same language any more. We don’t use the same currency. We don’t have the same issues; we don’t have the same mortal concerns.

Sure some capsule pilots pretend to nationalism as a hobby, but that’s just the Gods dressing up as mortals to screw with people’s heads like great Zeus romancing wanton maidens in a swan suit!

Nobody can be a patriotic martyr without the actual dying bit. These people you see claiming to be Amarri nationalists or Caldari fighters or whatnot are just tourists trying to remember what it feels like to care for a flag. The truth is their minds are thousand years beyond that already and the memories are just so much useless baggage in the neon glare of posthuman futureshock.

And this is the crux really, if you try to place Star Fraction ideology in the context of baseline humanity it won’t make sense. It can’t, it’s like considering the impact of a universal datasphere on Neolithic communes – the ideas aren’t compatible. You can’t apply the philosophies of mortal, territorial, co-dependent nation-states with the posthuman metahumanity of the capsule revolution. There is no startpoint to the comparison, no common language of argument and no useful ethical calculus available for you to gage the comparison.

This is something new. The only argument you and I really have is whether the shadow ideologies of puppetshow nationalism that the reactionaries cling too have any more relevance to our new culture than a child’s security blanket has to the future galactic diaspora to come.


Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.22 19:46:00 - [302]
 

"Sometimes, I do remember the past..."

Staring now at old holograms and pictures of her family made her realize that, yes, she did think of them, but the thoughts were fleeting, micro-seconds in her mind during downtimes, when not busy thinking about the present or the future. For centuries, she had not spared more than the thoughts in the blink of an eye to those she had left behind when she had first taken to the stars.

Now, she looked at their faces. She had a few pictures of them. Her father, stern, proud but ever tired and sad. Her mother, calm and serene and her little sisters, smiling the smiles of innocent, planetary youth.

All of them were dead for hundreds of years. Their children and children's children, gone, while Ayrine remained, prowling the stars, fighting, killing.

A person would go insane if they continually debated these things and tried to look at them in the same way as they did when they were mortal. Immortality was a gift but a curse as well. Eventually, you stopped dabbling in mortal affairs, if you wanted to remain sane. Occasionally, you would go to the nearest planet to have a little bit of fun with the locals. A brief indulgence in the past.

But ultimately, to Ayrine, they did not matter anymore. Nothing on a planetary scale mattered. Her concerns, her thoughts, were directed at things that her father, mother or sister would never have understood or accepted.

She switched off the holo-images and remained in the darkness of her room, smiling to herself for a moment. How idealistic she had been at first, thinking she could fight the good fight for her people. And while she still held believes that were shaped from her past, her new home, the Star Fraction, had helped her realize that these things did not concern her. They were trivial. Unimportant. And if you spent all your time on trivial and unimportant things, especially if you have an eternity to play with, you go mad.

She smiled again, thankful, for having something that was larger than when she had set out.

"2 Jumps left to destination. Entering Low-Sec terriotories." the soft voice of the computer announced and Ayrine got up, preparing to head for the bridge.

Her new home. Her new life.

Her new family had shown her the only way to live as a goddess.

She thanked the stars, every day, for having found this home.

Vissious
Caldari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.22 20:09:00 - [303]
 

--Carebear growing his claws; You're doing it wrong--

Chief Engineer Luscer stared at the mechanism in front of her for a solid three minutes before turning back towards Vissious, who was standing beside her, quietly studying the ship manifest on his datapad. She glared at the side of his head, trying to catch his attention with focused animosity. When that didn't work so well, she resorted to less sophisticated means.

"What the freck is this, and why the frak is it in my engine-room!?"

Vissious paused, glanced at a serial number on the side of the ship part, prodded the datapad a bit.

"It's a J5b phased prototype warp scrambler, and I am hooking it up to our hurricane so that our adversaries cannot escape into warp when we are engaging them."

Luscer's face screwed up into a tight little ball that did not become her.

"But...what? We don't have the fitting room for a fifth mid-power module!"

At this, Vissious perked up visibly, and he looked up at nothing in particular as he visualised in his mind something that was clearly quite new and exciting for him.

"Oh I know! Something did indeed have to be unplugged and re-packaged, it was quite a conumdrum. In the end, I plumbed for the second shield extender."

Luscer gave out a little squeek.

"You want to take a matarr vessel into scram range with less shielding than before!?"

"Yes, that would be ideal. And yes, I understand that the approach is often the riskiest part of any combat situation, so I installed the micro-warp drive behind you to shorten that part of the fight."

"Micro-warp-whut-wha!?"

"Micro-warp drive. It's a total beast, Luscer. Sucks cap out of the main drive system like a Gallentean hooker at a political convention. We'll have to treat her with kid gloves at first unless we want to melt our own faces before anyone elses'."

Luscer made an unidentifiable noise that came from the blackest depths of her throat. It sounded a bit like "aaaargle barrgle!?". Vissious ignored it and continued, frowning slightly as he regarded his Officer. He liked her, so he was trying to break it to her gently. He thought he was doing ok.

"Of course, that's a mid-power slot mechanism also, so the EM hardener had to go in the hold along with the extender. I unplugged it myself. 'was fun."

In Luscers mind, feelings and emotions formed that she tried desperately to grapple with, lest they crushed her with the sheer weight of Dread that they possessed. She managed to whisper a question.

".....you...did....what?"

"I think I did fine. Most of the leads and cables are were I think they should be. Now, installing the micro-warp drive, on the other hand, was a total bugger, and you may want to have a look because I'm fairly sure those containment rods aren't supposed to be glowing re-"

Luscer exploded. Very almost literaly.

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT EVERYONE GET OUT WE HAVE A CONTAINMENT LEAAAAAK!!!!"

Vissious thought it prudent to vacate the area at this point and leave his chief engineer to the finer details of module fitting. He had some pilot-to-pilot tactical scenarios to study and run through, anyway. As alarm klaxons began to blare from every surface and the engine room turned to unrestrained bedlam he had just enough time to slide underneath a reinforced bulkhead as it juddered down into the floor, sealing off the area and the personnel within it, who were frantically getting into hazard-suits as Luscer screamed orders at their faces, weilding a wrench in one hand and a welding tool in the other. He started towards the elevator, smiling slightly.

"...and they told me that this was going to be harder than mission-running? Peh. We'll be fine."

In the room behind him, something "boomed" loudly and shook the ship violently, knocking Vissious clean off his feet and face-first into the floor. He groaned.

"...or...maybe not."

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Below there is a banner, and it is clicky, and it will lead you to us. We will be waiting for you ;)

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.22 23:27:00 - [304]
 

'Maintenance'

Nick! Nick!’, a shrill voice echoed through the sloppy hangar, where modules and crates with ammunitions were piled up between a variety of ships in all shapes and sizes:’Damn you techno-wizard, where are you now!’. The voice of Yskari filled the hangar.

It was her home station, and she had agreed to meet her close friend and first rate mechanic. ‘He has to be here somewhere’, Yskari muttered to herself, glancing at the Datapad, ‘He has already sent notice of his arrival in the station.’ She stopped running among the piles of modules that were awaiting their utilization in combat, panting she leaned on her knees. ‘Damn him, he’s a first rate mechanic, but .. ‘, She swore loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her, as if the drones would take offense and she snickered to herself at that thought.

Yskari stood up, from the other side of the hangar she seemed to hear the sound of a torch blazing. A surge of anger flashed through the Civire lady as she dashed towards the source of the sound :’Damn him touching my ships without my permission, Damnit Damnit Damnit’.

She stood next to a Thorax class cruiser, and a blue light flowed around the back of the ship. She shuffled towards it, her feet dragging over the floor of the Hangar. For some reason she did not want to see him, yet she was the one that invited him to have a look at her fleet. ‘What would he have to say about the state of her fleet this time’, She rolled her eyes at the thought of that :’He had always something to point out about she went around the maintenance of her ships’.

She walked around the Thorax, and saw him, his full attention taken by his handiwork. She cleared her throat, her mind racing with thoughts, and her heart pounding like an overcharged recoil-dampener on a working Vulcan Autocannon. He wore a black jumpsuit, and below his sloppy black hair there were a pair of safety-goggles visible. Suddenly the person sitting in front of her swore loudly in a heavy gallentean accent, Yskari snickered to herself :’He talks about my ships, but he can’t take care of his own maintenance’. Nick laid down the torch and pulled the goggles down, so they hung around his neck and then turned around to reach for a first aid box.

Only then he noticed that Yskari stood behind him, leaning against the hull of the cruiser, giving him a wide grin as he scrambled to his feet. ‘Hurt yourself, have you now?’, Yskari teased him, walking towards Nick, embracing him as greeting: ‘Good to see you ‘Kari’, he spoke in his low voice. Yskari was only capable of muttering something that resembled ‘likewise’. She hugged him tightly and then let go, stepping backwards. ‘How bad did you hurt yourself there Lotton?’, She inquired, he shrugged and answered: ‘Only a burnwound, I’m sure it’ll heal up soon enough, that plasmacutter of yours is having a mood, babe I’m telling you’.

He laughed and the shook his head, giving Yskari a shoulderpat: ‘Come on, let’s go for a drink then, I have been here all day inspecting your fleet’. She looked at him with wide eyes, then blushing and looking at the floor: ‘That long already?’, She sighed. ‘How bad is it this time?’. She asked him shyly. He gave her a look and then thought about an answer.

It took him all the way from halfway through the hangar to the door to formulate an answer: ‘Nothing we can’t fix babe, nothing we can’t fix’.

Arnaud Lefevre
Posted - 2011.02.23 12:05:00 - [305]
 

Their army loses if it does not win. Our guerrilla army wins when it doesn't lose.

Pharuan
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 13:47:00 - [306]
 

Originally by: Arnaud Lefevre
Their army loses if it does not win. Our guerrilla army wins when it doesn't lose.


Guerrilla warfare is really the best way for an army to take out a vastly superior sized force. Most of our wars are won by attrition. But I for one wish that we could win over their hearts and minds and let them see how the universe should be.

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 18:22:00 - [307]
 


Most importantly it’s necessary to return to an awareness of the Jericho Fraction ideology as a composite abstraction forged of the union between out of game player expectations and in-game fictional rationalisation of background conflicts and characterisation:

While the “changing minds” objective is of course still the be all and end all of JF currency in aspiration, there is a difference between changing minds on a player level, and changing minds on a character level. Players owe each other some respect as fellow players, rules of the game need to be followed, common courtesy, civility, fair-play, etc etc, all rules of interaction that we as properly socialised adults are bound to honour and recognise.

Characters on the other hand have different rules, standards and roles in the process of furthering Jericho Fraction’s ideological agenda:

Firstly, the character is an abstraction, it’s a playing piece, a token, an element imbued with significance by the player’s ownership, but it is not the player – thus an attack on a character is not an attack on the player. Even a roleplayed character is not the player. I don’t care in the slightest for people who claim otherwise, misguided numpties each one. The character has different world experience, different environmental influences and a much shorter/limited/focused slice of developmental freedom to enjoy.

Secondly, the character lives in a different universe to the player, the New Eden cluster is a far future science fiction backdrop with tens of thousands of years separation from 21st century human ideals and background. Growing up in the Federation or State, Republic or Empire is so radically different from our real life experiences of childhood and maturity that it’s ridiculous to draw close parallels between these experiences for the purposes of drawing social examples and ethical guides.

Thirdly, the character is challenged by technology in ways the player is not, cloning and memory transference is a major spiritual and ethical debating point for our characters. Enhanced perceptions of capsule management, radically speeding up our view and understanding of data, instantaneous communications, the immortality of other personalities around is. All these things take the character’s perspectives and awareness of society away from our mundane expectations on the pure player level.

So, an example is the nature of death and atrocity. In our world a terrorist makes a point by blowing up a building full of the “enemies” of his or her culture then blows him or herself up in a gesture of faith in their religion. This is about the most powerful statement that can be made. Individual lives are ended; the perpetrator dies in pursuance of a cause. One feels disgust, hatred and abhorrence for the deed, anger at the society that spawned such impulses, fear at the reach of such passion and evil perhaps. But it’s powerful. It creates a legend or mythology by destruction and ending of individual consciousness. And that is our reality as players.

As characters in eve, operating inside the capsular caste, we have a very different reality. We are all post-human by definition. We live an accelerated life-time, we train and grow and develop our skills and perceptions 10x faster than baseline humanity on the planets below. Our perceptions of the universe are broad and godlike, we can talk to anyone we want to instantly, we can analyse and scan the contents of solar systems and our single consciousness tied into ship systems can double, triple, radically enhance the physical characteristics of starships.

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 18:24:00 - [308]
 


Take a look at something as mundane as merely increasing the fitting the engineering characteristics of a vessel: Jade Constantine taking command of a Raven Class battleship allows a vast increase in overall capability; trebles the damage potential of weapons systems, doubles the shield strength, increases speed and manoeuvre capability, enhances sensors and electronic warfare strength massively and basically allows the physicality of the vessel to transcend its design specifications by an incredible degree.

In real world terms that’s like a US Captain taking command of a Ticonderoga Class Aegis Cruiser and making it 3-4 times as effective in battle. Incredible to be honest, it makes our characters more than human. Something of a melding of Artificial intelligence level transcendence in processing power and divine perception of the local battlespace and universal datasphere, it’s a huge ability to interface with machinery and computing power and should not be underestimated when discussing the ethics, morality and examples pertinent to post-humans in the New Eden Cluster.

Now let’s talk about those ethics. A capsular “suicide bomber” drives his attack cruiser into a mining operation of newly graduated capsule pilots learning their craft at the Eve university. He blasts some of them, and then triggers a self destruct killing his own vessel and popping the rest of the capsules in a gesture of violence and apparent murder. Dramatic maybe, but hardly as affecting as the real world parallel even if removing the distinction between game and reality as a thought experiment – the simple problem is that from our perspective as characters in the New Eden cluster nobody is dying.

Well, let’s correct that. Nobody post-human is dying, at least not from our perspective: crews of the ships die of course, and that does rather enforce our separation from baseline humanity even more. One cannot function as a capsule pilot without hardening emotions to the plight of baseline human crewmembers – otherwise you’d never engage in battle, never accept targets from agents, never obliterate hundreds of pirate ships etc etc.

The fact the ethics of this situation are conveniently forgotten by the huge majority of capsular caste reminds me of the viewpoint of godlings on Olympus or meddling in human affairs from the perspective of Valhalla.

We have sympathy for these baseline mortals, after all we used to be them. Some of them will become gods like us. But it’s impossible for a god to truly empathise and understand the plight and experience of the mortal without putting aside his or her godhood for a time and walking with the frailty of baseline perception to remind us.

And hearing these “gods” talking of baseline humans and founding their arguments and debates on the perceptions of the mortals is a form of ridiculously devalued infant-gabble as offensive to intellectual honesty as a natural history thesis utilising anthropomorphised animals discussing their habitats and mating rituals in blue-rinse middle class dialectic and allusions of romantic comedy.

And worse than that even, I should have said … “(to our perspective) nobody posthuman is dying”. Because of what happens from the perspective of a capsule pilot who is killed in the action? At the point of physical death the burning scanner reads the mind state and transfers the data (or more accurately the remaining copy of the data) by a subspace beam to a prepared clone ready to receive the incoming copy of the memory and mind state. Let’s look at that process in detail.

Imminent capsule failure
Burning scanner locates tight-beam link to offsite clone for recovery
Mind-state is read and copied in the transmission buffer
Reading process corrupts (destroys) the physicality of the pilot’s mind
Neurotoxin ensures death is painless and immediate
New clone consciousness awakens at the recovery site.
Continuity of personality exists to the perception of the rest of the universe

continued.

T Dave
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 18:28:00 - [309]
 

I first heard the tales of Jericho Fraction early in my days as a pod pilot.
Those tales of valour and freedom, the public diaries of he anarchic revolutionaries sockin' it to the man all over the known universe filled me with hope and a genuine belief that everyone, no matter how small or insignificant had the potential to make a difference out there.

But I was hesitant. Would I be accepted? What if they didn't like the cut of my jib? Would that not shatter my illusions?
So I didn't apply. I went off and did a variety of things to keep my mind occupied and not thinking about what could have been and my personal demons.

Years later found me to have grown up and become more resolute in my capabilities. But it didn't stop me being nervous. I was trembling with nervous anticipation throughout my early conversations with Tareen Kashaar.

My fears were revealed to be unfounded.

I had nothing to be nervous of, nothing to fear. I was free. And I had found my home.

Don't make the same mistake I did. Apply today and make a difference.

Azure Skyclad
Amarr
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 20:35:00 - [310]
 

A shaft of light slashed through the amber gloom, illuminating a slice of whatever in the guts of wherever. The light glinted off a thumbnail as it dragged slowly along the scroll pad of a 'slate. With a languid, half-seen flick the slate clattered off into the darkness.

"Light."

"Specify."

"For fuhhhh," more an exhalation than a word.

"40"

With a gentle chime the slash turned into a pillar, the recessed lamps awoke and turned the gloom into day. She got out of her chair and and reached high with a gentle, nasal moan.

She wondered why they kept her around. She wondered why she found herself reading the applications she'd scooped off the fraction's VPN. It sure as hell wasn't curiosity and it sure as hell wasn't because the old lady had wanted her to. She'd looked at those faces as if she were looking through them. She didn't even know what she was looking at, much less what for.

"Oh yeah, revolutionary zeal.....regressive doggerel."

"Specify."

She smiled...it was a good smile. It made her smile on the inside too.

Ruddyn
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 22:54:00 - [311]
 

Perhaps you're like me.

Not good with authority. Or boundaries ...

... or being told how to think and who to hate.

I'm a Free Captain and I make my own choices. We all do.

So can you.

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.23 23:47:00 - [312]
 

"Are you doing anything later...?"

Ayrine chuckled as she leaned back in the cushioned seat in the bar, raising her glass to her lips. She peered to the young man across from her. He was new to this type of establishment. He was new to space. Sometimes, Ayrine liked to mingle, a weakness she had, or an old-fahsioned sentimental quality she supposed. Here she was, dressed in an alluring, enticing way, showing off parts of her almost fragile body to lure innocent young men or women into traps.

Most people who were on stations long enough learned to recognize Capsuleers and stayed clear of them. But sometimes there were newcomers. Like this one. She enjoyed it. She might even take him up on the offer.

But her thoughts strayed again, as she caught a transmission from her shipboard computers. A friend requested assistance in a nearby system. The revolution does not sleep. Ayrine knew that she would take that and leave this place in a moment, but she focused her thoughts on the present again for a moment.

What would this young man say if he knew what she was. A pilot, a capsuleer, an immortal walking amongst men. What would he think if he knew she had been sitting here when his family hadn't even been conceived? It sometimes amused her thinking about these things. Comparing the lives of those not part of her own universe anymore.

The micro-second it took her to think about all these things passed and she shook her head. She sent a message in reply, confirming her immediate departure, another message to her ship, ordering the crew to prepare it for departure and combat while she slowly got up.

"I'd love to, but I have killing to do..." she smiled, sweetly and blew the young man a kiss.

She payed the bills, then left the bar and headed to the hangars. She had a few minutes before the ship would be ready which she used to mentally prepare for another quick fight, or rescue, or a brief jump to nothingness. You never knew what could happen. But she would always fly out to help her fellow Fraction Pilots.

She smiled. It was a good day to fly. She was glad she could get out. As much as she enjoyed the little indulgences and quibblings in mortal affairs, she knew where her place was and what her purpose was.

And that purpose was waiting for her out there.

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 00:38:00 - [313]
 

Every Dawn that comes, every sun that sets.
Every passing, fleeting moment.

You could decide on what is right for you to do.
Join the Cause, Join the Fraction.

Apply today, don't waste any more time.

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 05:45:00 - [314]
 

"Join us."

"No. Never."

Ayrine sighed and shook her head.

"I suppose I cannot convince you? Even after all the advantages I told you about, all the freedom, the truth that I showed you, you still reuse?"

The woman sitting across from her frowned.

"You showed me propaganda, nothing more." was the cold answer.

"That's not true and you know it. But if you want to keep blinding yourself. We will still be around when you see the truth. because unlike your organization, we will not die. We will not back down. We will not fade. We are freedom."

Ayrine smiled, got up and left the establishment. The seeds had been planetd. Now to watch them grow.

Arnaud Lefevre
Posted - 2011.02.24 12:01:00 - [315]
 

"The enemy tries to dictate the terms of engagements to exploit their capacity to wage war. They will attempt to draw us into a contest of pure force against pure force; we must decline. To prevail we must exploit our primary asset, our will to destroy the enemy."

“Hatred as an element in the struggle; a relentless hatred of the enemy, impelling us over and beyond the natural limitations that man is heir to and transforming him into an effective, violent, selective and cold killing machine. Our soldiers must be thus; a people without hatred cannot vanquish a brutal enemy.”
Che Guevara

Akemi Takahashi
Junkyard Gunners
Fatal Ascension
Posted - 2011.02.24 13:28:00 - [316]
 

Join us. Jade is a smooth talkin sugar daddy

T Dave
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 16:34:00 - [317]
 

Empires rise and fall.
The Fraction remains.

Join us and assist those empires in falling.

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 17:11:00 - [318]
 


Imminent capsule failure
Burning scanner locates tight-beam link to offsite clone for recovery
Mind-state is read and copied in the transmission buffer
Reading process corrupts (destroys) the physicality of the pilot’s mind
Neurotoxin ensures death is painless and immediate
New clone consciousness awakens at the recovery site.
Continuity of personality exists to the perception of the rest of the universe


But, does continuity exist to the capsule pilot? Well, I think it does obviously, as does anybody else who has been re-cloned following violent death, but then “I” would think that wouldn’t I? “I” remember past lives and past deaths. Yet here I am today, alive and conscious and able to discuss these things. But is it really me?

Is it really the person who grew up amongst baseline humanity and learned to operate capsule systems and take out that first clone-contract? Did “me/she” die during the first violent capsule systems failure in H-pa29 all those years ago and was “I/she” killed when a M3G4 battleship bombarded the fragile shell of the capsule with relativistic rail gun shards in one of the opening battles in the Venal Civil war?

Point is; death isn’t something that happens to other people any more. If my corp-mates lose their ships and capsules and die then do I notice the change? Rarely if at all, and the continuity of their existence is preserved for my viewing pleasure and ease of posthuman relational dynamics.

If I have an enemy in the posthuman fraternity of capsule pilots I can’t just shoot them anymore and expect to win the argument through violence and domination. I can’t threaten to shoot them to death if they don’t do as I say and think that ends the matter. I can’t commit an atrocity and expect the whispered news of multiple murders to provide an example to underpin my power any more.

The continuity of my enemy’s individuality continues on regardless. Death has become more than personal but of singular interest only. Other people are immortal. We might be singular, but what an existence given our current perception is the only mortal aspect of an endless divine congregation of ideas and experience. Perhaps we are gods that create a memory for a day and we are that memory.

So, the bottom line here, discussing ethics and morality and the process of education becomes ridiculous to the point of farce if you draw examples crossing the boundaries of baseline and posthuman society and experience. The gods on Olympus cannot debate philosophy with Aristotle in any meaningful way.

Vissious
Caldari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 19:11:00 - [319]
 

"Ok Hawkins, I'm passing control over to you now. Bring us in nice and slow. No sudden movements. I'll keep coms."

Hawkins voice came back after a brief pause, reverberrating around the inside of Vissious' capsule with crystal clarity.

"Aye Sir, collapsing warp tunnel in T-minus-5, half-thruster after that. Com array is on-line, feeding to you now. Stand by."

Vissious relaxed into his chair and emptied his mind, allowing the hurricane's communication array to feed data directly into his mind. As usual, it came in pulsing waves of raw data, a dynamic sea of frequencies that he could see as it washed over him. And the noise. God, the noise; chatter of a thousand pilots to stations, to moons, planets, each other, everywhere. Lesser minds would have recoiled at such a monstrous barrage, and then cracked completely, forever broken. Vissious concentrated, and then projected his Will upon the scene before him, and with an unspoken command the sea was shaped into an image of His liking; the frequencies bent themselves into the recognisable shapes of ships and stations and celestials, their brightness and detail defined by the strength and proximity of their broadcasts. Thus moons and planets became hazy, pulsing little suns of activity in the distant background, and to his immediate right and left sat another hurricane and a small outpost station. Two chords of bright blue and red connected them; out-going and incoming broadcasts. Vissious focused, formed a password in his mind and released it like a bird, and shortly after he was listening to the voice of a calm young woman.

"Your verification checks out captain Vissious, although I'd recommend you send it up ahead of you before you arrive at the 'pos, just in case the guns decide to take a pop at you for surprising them. They're easely ruffled. Please wait while we process Kadisa and we'll get your docking rights formali-"

Another voice cut through unexpectedly, making Vissious wince with pain.

"-belay that, Hope and Freedom four, I'll take it from here. Vissious, paperwork will have to wait for another day. We have a gate-camp on the local entrance into nul, I want to clean it out before the bomber op goes ahead. Are you combat ready?"

Vissious pulled his mind back a little from the conversation and shot an order to Luscers' command console in engineering. A few seconds later he felt the micro-warp drive on-line. He rubbed his hands around an imaginary ball and felt the shield hardeners envelop the skin of the ships hull in response, and finaly he powered up the guns with a slowly clenched fist. He ducked back into the conversation, which had continued on without him.

"...Command says it's too soon for him Kadisa, don't you have Akita to cover you?"

"No, we lost her myrmidon getting out of the camp, she won't be back quick enough. I need a quick retaliation before the bastards realise they've out-stayed their welcome. Vissious, status please."

"Offensive systems on-line, we're ready here. Awaiting your orders."

"Good. We'll make easy wrecks of them all, Vissious. Just you watch. Form up on my wing and and hook up to the loki mind-link in-system, she'll boost your shielding. Best speed for the gate, hit them hard. Nothing fancy. Punch it....now."

And with that, the two ships peeled away from the station and tore into the warp field. Vissious collapsed the comm-array in his mind, folded it up and slid it back into Hawkins console before pulling the tactical overview out completely and settling his mind into the middle of it, readying himself for the fight ahead. As per standard procedure, comm silence was observed, except for one brief message from Kadisa as he accelerated to attack speed.

"Welcome to Star Fraction, Vissious. Eating PigDogs for breakfast; I can't think of a better way to start your day as a revolutionary, heh..."

----

Below you is a banner, and it is clicky, and it will bring you to us :)

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.24 23:07:00 - [320]
 

We? We are free, join the side bathing in starlight and blood.

Join Star Fraction today

Blaqsunshine
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 03:45:00 - [321]
 

"Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him." ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower


Join the Revolution!

T Dave
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 09:18:00 - [322]
 

Tomorrow's just another day. Another day in which you're missing out on making a difference, on defying those that would seek to constrain you and on fuelling the revolution.

Make tomorrow different. Join the Fraction today.

Biife Stuhe
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 14:29:00 - [323]
 

"Jericho Fraction - Fractionists, radical freespacers, NRDS legends, worst and best reputation in known space, etc..."

-Ashar KorAzor
Order of the Blessed Sisters of Amarr

Arnaud Lefevre
Posted - 2011.02.25 14:45:00 - [324]
 

Edited by: Arnaud Lefevre on 25/02/2011 16:35:25

Well big limousine long shiny and black
You don't look ahead you don't look back
How many times can you get up after you've been hit?
Well I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home


Bruce Springsteen

Small scale psyops specialist turned combat philosophers. My home for more time than all other corps combined.
- Shintoko Akahoshi, Ghost Festival

Antares 04
Gallente
Eleutherian Guard
Posted - 2011.02.25 14:47:00 - [325]
 

Didn't know that the ACRC could have IC posts on them, interesting.

Here's a free bump for the fraction, though if your keeping a chat going in here it will hardly be needed or usefull :3

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 17:00:00 - [326]
 

Uncommon? Perhaps so.
But it makes for a very nice recruitment when people see what they are getting into. After all, writing you are a decent corporation and being a decent corporation are two entirely different things.

We not only claim to roleplay, but we support those claims by posts like that.
I think it is nice, and a welcome change from the boring old 'bump this' posts.

~Yskari.

Evet Morrel
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 17:18:00 - [327]
 

Edited by: Evet Morrel on 08/03/2011 19:10:13

Interview

Smoke curled blue-white around her fingers. She hadn't taken drag for five minutes, scanning the legalese, consulting the Fraction's expert system and blue-pencilling the contract prior to the interview.

Interviewer: May I ask you a few questions about the Star Fraction?

Evet: Of course that's what your paying for, is it not?

Interviewer: Yes indeed, Miss Morrell, it's fair to say that your infamous, at least on Leremblompes, as a free-spacer and a pirate.

Evet: …

Interviewer: Further you have made statements in support of Bloody Hands and are regard as an agent provocateur by everyone one I've spoken to.

Evet: …

Interviewer: You agreed to answer some questions about the Star Fraction for our interactive.

Evet: …

Interviewer: If you are getting cold feet about this interview, Miss Morrell, I should remind you that we have a contract.

Evet: No indeed, lets hope your career survives your failure to ask me any of those questions.

Interviewer: ok, what is your stance …. politically?

Evet: In the words of Karn Mithralia I would describe myself and Jericho as freedom fighters and friends to the Matari people.

The Cosmopolite
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 18:40:00 - [328]
 

"A consideration of Fraction doctrine cannot be complete without appreciating that the teleology of our organisation may call for the temporary suspension of even our most cherished principles. This will be called hypocrisy by the enemies of the Fraction. An understanding that hypocrisy is a necessity of life, let alone free action in our chosen environment, will tend to dissolve misgivings on this point; though not, it is to be hoped, entirely replace them with unthinking acquiesence." ~ The Albedo Handbook

In the turmoil of the food riots and subsequent civil rebellion in Hallek City, Jaaven Prava overcame his instincts and pushed himself to get to his dingy flat, more a garret nestled between third floor and roof of his apartment building, and recover the slim volume he counted as his only valued possession. The impulse for self-preservation was not silent. Fresh from the demonstration at Hus Square, his heart pounded and his blood rushed through his veins, its very passage screaming a warning. His decision to ignore this most primal of signals was the critical error of his life.

The authorities in Hallek City had not been blind to the growing social and political pressures building up among the working class of the region. Suppression of the very lowest had been a matter of policy for some time but the activities of capsuleer pirates on key trade routes had resulted in essential chemical supplies being lost to the planet. More important cities than Hallek had of course received their necessary supplies from reserves. The lesser regions had been made to go wanting. As a result, local food production had collapsed. The grim archivists of the security apparatus were not idle in the brief hiatus between hunger and unrest, unearthing a multitude of files and marking them with notations at once banal and sinister.

Jaaven Prava had been designated a priority D target by the security police. As a consequence of this less then impressive rating, the result of a fairly accurate assessment of revolutionary mediocrity, Prava had been assigned only one agent to shadow him and was lost in the chaos attending the transformation of the protest at Hus Square into a fully-fledged riot. As was procedure, the agent returned to Prava's place-of-abode in the hope of picking up the trail once more. He assumed the target would not return there. It was with mild surprise but a certain amount of pleasure that the agent found himself proved wrong barely minutes after establishing himself opposite Prava's building. As orders to detain had come through, the agent arrested Prava as he emerged from the building clutching a copy of some radical tract.

Jaaven Prava died under 'unrestricted interrogation' the following day. Determining this fact, among others similar, a recruiting agent of the notorious capsuleer organisation Jericho Fraction mentally shrugged, put his affairs in order, sent a dispatch by ways complicated and left Hallek City for territory more fertile.

"He who declares that there is only one end and only one means to achieving that end is an enemy. He who says that there is only one truth and only one reading that may achieve enlightenment is an enemy. He who points to one path, barring all others, and says there is only one way to travel that path is an enemy. These are not rote principles to be analysed and processed in the cogwheels of some machinery of ideological calculus. Rather they are best absorbed into one's own personal philosophy, assuming agreement with their basic import, and expressed instinctively as the moment arises." ~ The Citrinitas Manual

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 20:21:00 - [329]
 


From the Termius-Est campaign, week 2, the darkest day.


After the heights and triumphs of week one Terminus Est, week two would be strong reminder that victory and glory can be fleeting and even the best laid plans can come to nothing but tragedy and disaster with tens of thousand revolutionary dead and debris fields strewn with the broken remnants of shattered starships and fallen Free Captains.

Truly a dark week for the Star Fraction and her commanders and warriors, a massive toll in blood and death was paid for our commitment to the cause in Providence and the resources of our organization sorely tested in sequence of desperate battles and fleet actions leading often as not to slaughter and destruction at the hands of a united Slaver Providence bringing vast legions of warships to secure their iron hand on the grips of power.

Defined and redefined again, our strategists struggled to find *****s in the armour of CVA fleet tactics and deploy our limited numbers successfully against the odds, but each occasion led to significant material loss and cruel lessons burned into the psyche of the captains seeing their crew exposed to hard vacuum and proud hulls buckled and blacken under the laser volley fire of Amarrian formations.

This week is a tale of Star Fraction defeat. We make no bones about it. There is no way to soften the message or spin the record of ships destroyed and lives lost to any other conclusion. We’ve been through the worst seven days of material loss in our history, billions of isk committed to horribly outnumbered fights and dozens of proud battleships broken to radioactive ash in the cold illumination of the Providence stars.

Not at the height of the Great Northern War, or during the long march into purgatory in Curse, or even in comparison with the appalling massacre of QR or in a dozen lesser wars, has the Fraction taken such losses in a short period of seven bloody days. Never in our history have such battles come in rapid succession and tested our resolve and stubborn instinct for raw survival in this bitterest of causes, never before have we seen entirely fleets obliterated so completely and yet watched our comrades plunge back to the fray with hearts undiminished and dreams still whole and burning with passion.

These have been the worst of times and the best. This is the fulcrum of conflict, the height of the storm, the cause that matters. And yet we stand unbowed.

Vissious
Caldari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 20:56:00 - [330]
 

Some say that Jericho Fraction is just too small to do any real damage to anyone of note.

But then again, the tip of a blade is by far the smallest part if it, and yet it is the most deadly part by far.

JF functions in a similar manner, and our members learn how to turn every situation to their advantage. If you would like to learn how to think outside of the box before detonating it with explosives, then you should probably be clicking this.


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