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Skogen Gump
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.25 22:02:00 - [331]
 

There are many times where the stiletto is better then the broadsword. The rapier has more finesse then the Axe and truly, the Pen is mightier then the sword.

The Star Fraction is recruiting, join us and make your explosions mean something.

claire xxx
Caldari
Veto.
Veto Corp
Posted - 2011.02.26 02:20:00 - [332]
 

Just checking in to see who has been reading and commenting.

~C

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.26 02:33:00 - [333]
 

"Shields Critical."

A calm response for a very dire statement. The massive Battleship buckled and shook under her as volley after volley of enemy fire poured against the shields. Ayrine knew that there were several energy transfers focused on her, trying to keep those shields in existence.

Ayrine wasn't afraid. She had long stopped being afraid of death, the little hiccup that followed a failed operation. Even the pain of being disintegrated was just a memory really.

What she did care about was remaining in place until they had finished their mission here.

There, another boost of energy to the shields. That would tide her over for another couple of seconds.

"You might want to head back..." she heard someone say over the comms.

"I'm good." she replied.

Material possessions did not concern her. Sure, she had to work for a while to make up for the loss, but this was more important. She watched the enemies ranks slowly diminish, but it wouldn't be soon enough.

"Shields down. Hull condition critical..."

She growled quietly, but she knew the day was won when she heard Jade's voice over the coms just before her consciousness was transferred: "We have him!"

She smiled.

And died.

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.26 05:50:00 - [334]
 


In younger pilots, we seek a quick and fearless mind; everything from guerrilla combat techniques to effective propaganda dissemination can be learned with that foundation. We expect our newest pilots to fight from their first days in the corporation and formal membership will only later be offered to those who prove themselves willing to devote themselves to this cause.

In more experienced pilots, we seek candidates with sustained enthusiasm, a genuine desire for combat and a thorough knowledge of the workings of EVE. We expect our veterans to provide an example to the younger recruits and fully engage in the struggle against territorial oppression on the frontier.

Jasmine Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.26 17:17:00 - [335]
 


What of nationalist militias and imperialist paramilitaries?


Those that support the old core empires in word and deed are every bit as bad as those who seek to divide the new frontier into parcels of exclusive and enclosed territory. Worse, such capsuleers spread by action and deed the purest distillation of the ancient memes of nation and empire, infecting and seeking to persuade other capsuleers of the 'benefits' of servitude to corrupt and rotten edifices of government and control. In the war of ideas, these capsuleers are the ideological shocktroops of the old order and in pursuit of the promise of the future will at our option be viable targets for such action as the Star Fraction deems fit.

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.27 01:15:00 - [336]
 

Freedom's Haiku:

The freedom to fly,
To soar among the stars,
Our wings have grown.


Imperialist's Haiku:

The freedom to fly,
Restricting many by few,
Their wings are clipped.
-------------------------

Now, you may decide which sounds better. When faced with such clear directions it suddenly clarifies the choice, it becomes obvious: make a difference, fight for the cause of freespace and freedom.
Join Star Fraction today.

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.27 09:23:00 - [337]
 

"You've really downsized, haven't you? I mean, we used to fight side by side in the great wars."

Ayrine smirked, only paying part attention to the incoming com traffic. An old friend. An old co-pilot. Yet another who had not realized the folly of what they were doing.

"Tell me something,' she replied. "When all is said and done, and your wars have been ended, your terriotry is burnt, your Empire has crumbled, your Alliance disbanded, what are you left with? Because you know it will happen. You know you will see it. It's not a question of if. It's only a question of when. So when that day comes, you'll look back and what have you spent your life doing? Building an empire that is now gone. Fighting for an alliance long collapsed. Defending space that is no longer yours."

She shook her head.

"I'll stick with my ideals. They may not be grand. They may not follow the same ambitions. But they -will- last me through eternity."

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.27 17:40:00 - [338]
 

Fighting for a cause had had so many impacts on Ayrine's life. She had, once, been like all the other pilots out there. Following ideals of a world she no longer belonged to. It was difficult to adapt and understand at first, that she was no longer human, that she had a different, new world to live in. She had clung to the ideals she had inherited, like she expected anyone else would.

But in the end, it had been worth the price and she had realized how misguided she had been. She hoped the young man sitting across from her would one day see that truth as well. He was a nice fellow, she had just met for some chatter in a local bar.

He did not understand. Not yet and Ayrine knew that it would take a while yet to make him see. A few more deaths, a few more shocked realizations that life was neverending now.

But he would realize and with realization came the need for something different, a new way, a new ideal, a new goal to follow.

And then he would remember.

The Cosmopolite
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.27 17:40:00 - [339]
 

Upon receiving the recruiter's dispatch, the director paused to consider, approved the proposed itinery of his agent and resumed his analysis of strategic data telling a tale of flux and movement in the far-flung region of space in which he floated. He floated, to be sure, within the protection of ectoplasm, then the shell of his capsule and its attendent systems, followed by a succession of bulkheads, armour hardened by strange energies and finally a seemingly tenuous yet terrifically strong field of force. Yet, ultimately, it amounted to floating almost naked in the infinite deeps of space. This, at any rate, was his view of the matter and a wry smile passed over his lips as it came unbidden to mind once more. Changes in facial expression, indeed, were by far the most common movement in any part of his body.

The analysis being performed by the director was part of a medium-term project undertaken by the Fraction with the ostensible and particular aim of undermining a certain deep-space alliance, one with the usual tyrannical reflexes of the petty king, while having the more profound and general aim of chipping away at the buttresses propping up the institutions of enclosurism, corporate peonage and enforced security pacts. For the Fraction, the conflict in the Outer Worlds was one of axioms and archetypes. The battle was ever between sets of peculiarly tenacious ideas and their expression in physical reality. That hulls of adamantine armour, weapons of hellish ferocity and the very bodies of captains and crews, the committed and the condemned, were often the proxies by which the memetic struggle played itself out was, in the final summation, a detail.

Thus when the disparate variables of the project were some weeks later encoded and processed in the binary of conflict and the scenario developed such that losses in absolute materiel on each side were approximately equivalent, and therefore proportionately more keenly felt by the Fraction, the episode was nonetheless considered to have been a success. For in the aftermath, due to subtle pressures and seemingly simple reasons, a shift in the balance of the political environment made itself felt throughout the region. In this way were the deeper goals of Jericho Fraction served.

"A phenomenon that often attends our success, or the thought of our success, past, present and future, is a modified form of that phenomenon observed by ancient sources and described by them in the proverb of the prophet in his own village. That we are successful and have an impact on the cluster is acknowledged by many. Yet so horrifying is the thought of our success to many that repudiation in the most virulent and even demented terms is the only recourse available. The relation this has to the more ancient phenomenon is in the deep recognition by those who are so horrified by us that just as the prophet is the product of his village, so we are the product of those who repudiate us most forcefully." ~ The Rubedo Enchiridion

Biife Stuhe
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.27 19:05:00 - [340]
 

Oppression is Cowardice
Join the Revolution
Join the Fraction

Nick Lotton
Posted - 2011.02.27 23:11:00 - [341]
 

Guerilla warfare,
Smart tactics,
asymmetrical warfare,

Join now, and share in the mad, ludicrous, stratagems that Star Fraction cooks up in the deep dark voids of space.

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.28 02:46:00 - [342]
 

"You're just a bunch of inconsequential anarchist pigs!"

The first thought that came to Ayrine's mind when she had those words yelled at her in the peaceful quiet of her little table in her favorite bar on Kamela Station, was 'Say it, don't spray it.'. She did not say those words though. Instead, she picked up her glass, put it to her lips and took a deliberate, slow sip, gazing up at the fuming man towering over her small frame.

It was another one of those moments. They had been countless in her time with Star Fraction. This is what you were treated to when you were a Free Captain and proud of it. This is how people reacted. Well, some of them, not all of them, to be fair.

"If we are so inconsequential, how come you are spilling half your drink over my table yelling at me, while your head is red enough to explode at any point in the near future. Why get so worked up over a bunch of inconsequential, anarchist pigs? Surely, you have more important things to worry about."

There was a moment of silence. There always was.

"Well...of course. More important things to do, but you...you...!"

"But still, you cannot stop thinking about us and hating us. You can't stand the thought of us. I wonder...do inconsequential things always irk you to this degree...because if they do, I sincerely feel pity for you."

The man fumed a little more and Ayrine smiled, leaning back.

"Next time, come in here, see me, hear me talking toa fellow Frractionist, and -ignore- us. If you can manage that, I'll believe you. Until then, I'll be content knowing that my mere presence makes you come close to a death from heart-attack. Goodbye."

-------------

Vissious
Caldari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.28 12:10:00 - [343]
 

Edited by: Vissious on 28/02/2011 12:12:19
EvE, for all of its myriad complexities, mechanics, spread-sheets and- ha! -bugs, is, at its heart, a game of ever-expanding conflict. No single player can escape it, and the further you pull away from the fight the harsher it will lash you when it finaly come a-knocking.

So really, you must ask yourself, "if I must fight, what shall I fight for?" In any game of our making, 'Survival' is not really an acceptable answer; you are play an immortal meta-human. Dieing is just a painful way of learning. You log in, day after day, earning, learning, skilling, growing. For what? For whom, other than yourself? To what end?

Who will remember your Charecter? What deeds will it commit under your command that we will talk of long after you have moved on?

The Star Fraction , whatever you may know or think of it, has been involved in some of the defining moments of this game, and continues to produce exceptional pilots of all types and ages whilst it continues to press the boundaries of RP and combat in the pursuit of its ambitious goals.

You could be our next recruit. You should be our next recruit. If you have the verve to uphold the values of the Fraction, the energy to take the initiative in doing so and the tenacity to chase down our foes and bury them under their own smouldering wrecks, then we want you, right now. Right here.

You are more than the sum of your Wallet and the length of you Killboard. Jericho Fraction will show you why.

claire xxx
Caldari
Veto.
Veto Corp
Posted - 2011.02.28 15:10:00 - [344]
 

Originally by: Skogen Gump
There are many times where the stiletto is better then the broadsword. The rapier has more finesse then the Axe and truly, the Pen is mightier then the sword.

The Star Fraction is recruiting, join us and make your explosions mean something.


True, my brother, true.

But sometimes the axe is just more fun. *grin*

~C

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.02.28 19:04:00 - [345]
 

"You still haven't explained it. I mean. Is it all about just doing what you want?"

Ayrine shook her head and leaned against the bulkhead of her ship, staring at the woman talking to her. Another long-time lost friend. Only recently had Ayrine heard from her again. Of course, things had drastically changed. She was one of the people Ayrine had been flying with back in the day.

"No. Not just about doing what you want. It's about doing something that is more than just petty piracy, simple politics or mundane territorial control. It's about being more than the sum of your pieces, more than a cog in the clockwork of a giant corporation."

She shook her head again and smiled wistfully.

"Join us. It is difficult to put into words sometimes, especially for me. Jade or Cosmo have a much better way of explaining these things, but I can offer to show you what it is all about. If you feel like all of this universe has become somewhat shallow, the conflicts trivial and the reasons for wars laughable, then come to us and realize that there is something worth fighting for."

T Dave
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.01 14:58:00 - [346]
 

Jericho Fraction are irrelevant, they tell us. Repeatedly. But we're still here.

Help us continue to be "irrelevant". Make the pigs eat their words.

The Cosmopolite
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.01 18:30:00 - [347]
 

The camera drone banked over the extensive grounds of the large villa, performing a quick 360-degree sweep with its gimbal-mounted lens before orienting itself back on the villa. Taking care not to stray too close, the drone sped round the area in a pattern meant to suggest gadfly curiosity rather than professional surveillance. The villa's security subsentience was not fooled and indeed was aroused by this classical example of deceptive behaviour incompetently executed. A microwave beam was directed at the drone, connected with a standard info port and requested ident details. The drone obligingly returned information identifying it as registered to a remote journalist with one of the sleazier Gallentean tablogs. The little drone also relayed the fact of the query to a number of individuals hidden in the surrounding countryside.

Although the villa subsentience could not detect the additional, highly-focused microwave comms of the drone, it did detect more prominent energy spikes than would be expected as the result of a simple ident response and this further raised its suspicions. The subsentience therefore issued a more searching barrage of datapings into the local net than it would normally release on receiving standard ident data. The results confirmed its suspicions and triggered a raised state of alert. The villa's defence systems were immediately put on stream with the power reserves and charged. Alert signals were sent out as a matter of course, most critically to the convoy of vehicles en route to the villa from the main city of the Gallentean colony and to space defence assets in near orbit above.

Within minutes, three black groundcars emerged from the tunnelway exit some three miles distance from the villa, the occupants fully aware of the situation, having received the alert via the transport network's sophisticated relay system. They travelled along the local highway a space before turning onto the access road that meandered gently through two miles of countryside. The additional camera drones loitering along the route were noted by the groundcars' own sensors and the information passed to the occupants and the now highly alert corporate defence network.

Passive scans from space had already revealed a number of thermal signatures conforming to human individuals in the area through which the convoy was now travelling. Throughout that area, hidden by undergrowth and scrub, a variety of small tunnel doors opened, each allowing a number of very peculiar entities to scuttle into the sunlight. Part-ruthless security beast, part-grotesque, self-mocking joke at the expense of the hedonism sometimes to be found within the villa's walls, these were cybernetic organisms of highly unusual aspect. While substantially augmented and integrated into a spider-like chassis, the organic element would be instantly recognised by persons of wealth and breeding as adult Hanging Long-Limbs, source of the fantastically expensive roe that was one of the most exclusive foodstuffs in the cluster. Impelled by unnatural urges, the Long-Limbs headed at speed for their designated targets.

[...]

crice
Caldari
Blackwater USA Inc.
Against ALL Authorities
Posted - 2011.03.01 19:08:00 - [348]
 

Hello Jade! Great to see your still around. Best of luck in recruiting.



crice

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.01 20:39:00 - [349]
 

Originally by: crice
Hello Jade! Great to see your still around. Best of luck in recruiting.
crice


Hey there Crice!
Nice blast from the past. How are you guys doing ?

Biife Stuhe
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.02 02:22:00 - [350]
 

If you don't believe in something,
you'll fall for anything.

Star Fraction

Yskari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.02 11:59:00 - [351]
 

Flip the page, start on a fresh, blank page.

A new start, doing it differently from others. Flying with the legends of the early days, who shaped the cluster. Flying with friends.

Join Star Fraction Today.
~ysk

Vissious
Caldari
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.02 12:02:00 - [352]
 

The pain was excrutiating. Every part of him hurt. Some of that was the result of very real, very physical injuries sustained to his body. Some of it were much more metaphysical in nature. The trouble was, Vissious wasn't sure which was which. He tried to move his right hand down towards his ribs, only to find that it was indeed broken and would not respond to commands to move without repaying in kind with pain that made him dizzy. He wanted to look down, but his neck felt like it had been sundered and he was fairly sure that any further stress placed upon would kill him outright or worse still, cripple him. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that his left arm had been buried under what was left of his command console, which had been melted into slag during the battle. He had been punching in some last-ditch manouevers at the time. It was not a pretty sight. He was glad that he could no longer feel anything there.

A quick calculation. About twenty-two minutes left, thirty at a push. Then he would bleed out. Very tight indeed; he would have to focus.

He closed his mind down, shut every stimuli out, and made the Universe as he percieved a blank slate. He achieved clarity, pure and simple in its motif, and from that single point which he placed at the very center of himself he began to move out in different directions, pushing, probing, testing parts of himself to see what was working, and selectively adding its stimulus back into his consciousness. It was difficult. He had done it before, but in doing so time dilates, becomes thin and elastic, and he would awake to find that minutes had turned into hours. He didn't have hours today. Nor did his crew. The motivation to see them safe was more than sufficient, however. He finished up, opened his eyes, and realised that he had spent twenty-six minutes in his Minds' Eye, and he was about to die in the next six seconds or so.

He smiled. All was well.

He settled back into his mind, gathered his focus, and then brought the full force of his Capsuleer Will to bear upon the ships' systems; he smashed through the interface access level like a battering ram through a rotten wooden door and obliterated it utterly. The feedback should have killed him outright, but he answered that problem with a mental "errr, No." and that was the end of that. He pushed on. Within 4.56 seconds the folowing things occurred:

  • Ammunition ejected from all weapon systems, and all firing pins disengaged.

    Main power restored to critical systems by re-routing resources out of gunnery and tactical into Spine of the ships' power core.

    Navigation computer prepped with a floating co-ordinate that would execute itself when specific conditions had been met.

    An issue with the navigation router was addressed by over-heating the faulty secondary module and then ejecting its molten remains into deep space.

    Navigational control on-lined and jacked directly into main drive sequencer.

    Main drive systems selectively powered-on. 458 functional out of 4,200 checked.

    All remaining drive systems wiped of their factory-settings and manualy re-programmed and ordered into a new operating matrix.

    Matrix hard-booted and told to shake hands with the warp drive Or Else.

    Warp drive repaired by incorporating functional parts from the micro-warp drive and powered on (gently).

    Alignment to Fraction PoS to be achieved by selective de-compressing of specific spots along the ships outer hull.

    PoS password broadcast via piggy-backing local comms. Irony is fine, but getting toasted by sentry guns would just be a bad joke.

    A letter of condolence to Luscers' family.


Vissious blacked out at second 5, but by that time the de-compressions had already been triggered and he could feel the ship lurch about-face. The main drive was already online, too, and it made a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest as it spooled up the warp-tunnel.

But that might have been from the pride, too.

"...safe."

And then he died.
Us.

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.02 22:01:00 - [353]
 


Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly terror of our age.
"Wreck of all order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, & war & murder's endless rage."
0, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven
The 'truth that lies behind a word to find,
To them the word's right meaning was not given.
They shall continue blind among the blind.
But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so true,
Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken.
I give thee to the future! Thine secure
When each at least unto himself shall waken.
Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill?
I cannot tell - but it the earth shall see!
I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will
Not rule, & also ruled I will not be!

— John Henry Mackay

T Dave
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.03 10:56:00 - [354]
 

Edited by: T Dave on 03/03/2011 10:57:05
For anarchy to succeed or simply to advance towards its success it must be conceived not only as a lighthouse which illuminates and attracts, but as something possible and attainable, not in centuries to come, but in a relatively short time and without relying on miracles... - Malatesta


Help us shine brighter and stronger than we already do.
Strive with us towards a better universe. A free universe.

Join Jericho Fraction today.

The Cosmopolite
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.03 14:02:00 - [355]
 

[...]

Oblivious to their discovery, the two assault teams and their command spotter prepared for action as telemetry from the camera drones indicated the approach of the convoy. The team armed with plasma rockets were the first to suffer the attentions of the Long-Limbs, barely realising what was happening as the cyborgs leapt on their backs and used highly-modified claws to inject paralysing agents into their targets. The spotter and his drone operations tech were next, swiftly rendered helpless by the bizarre creatures. Some sixth-sense warned the most experienced member of the close-assault group that something was wrong and he turned in time to see the first of the Long-Limbs emerge from the undergrowth clogging the bank where they had chosen to lie in ambush. The cyborg was torn apart by explosive-tipped bullets even as its fellows rushed past and leapt at the startled grunts. An augmented Long-Limb bringing up the rear wasted no time in pouring a stream of needles into that worthy who had managed to take out one of the beasts.

As the three groundcars swept past the spot where the ambush would have been launched, the occupant of the rear compartment of the second vehicle sat back with a contented smile as the villa's subsentience reported successful neutralisation of all hostiles. A pity to lose one of the Long-Limbs, she mused, still they tended to die off after a while and the Doctor could always create replacements. The raven-haired beauty with eyes that seemed too old and laden with dark wisdom for such a one, smiled again. The Doctor. Yes, he'd enjoy investigating this little affair.

~


Shady Aku's was typical of a thousand space-station bars scattered through the cluster, dark, dingy, thronged with all manner of scum, a mix of pathetic failures and the successful who wished to hide their success. Whoever Aku was, he was no doubt shady and quite happy to advertise that fact and what it suggested about the bar he had established. However, he was long gone. A Caldari named Este Suumiya ran the place now, not that he stepped out of his backroom office into the bar itself more than once a week or so. He usually entered his den by the back door, which led out into the rat's maze of service tunnels in this sector of the station. Working at his desk and reviewing this month's figures he wore an expression even more sour than usual. He'd lost a lot of money on the last merc job. Bunglers. He'd also lose a lot of future business. Word got round in this game.

Este glanced up at the small bank of monitors displaying various views of the bar interior and one of the service corridor outside. A quiet night. The regulars and a couple of crewmen from some tramp freighter. He looked down at his digifax again and tried to figure out if he could skim on station taxes this month. Then something made him look up at the monitors again. Someone new had entered the bar and was talking to the bartender, Rolf, a burly Brutor who could usually stop trouble in its tracks with a glare. Este peered at the monitor, the guy had his back to the camera but there was something about him. He was slight, well-dressed, wearing Gallentean garments, and had his dark silver-blue hair smoothed back. He had a certain poise. Este had seen it before. Then it clicked. A capsuleer.

[...]

Jade Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.03 18:45:00 - [356]
 

Edited by: Jade Constantine on 03/03/2011 19:22:36


Against the Amarrian Bloc / Judas Goat and Providence.

In the spring and early summer Star Fraction entered a formal war with the Amarrian bloc beginning with operation “judas goat” against the Imperial loyalists of PIE that ultimately dragged the majority Amarrian loyalist players into the campaign and allowed us to test their capability in fierce combat in the throne worlds.

We actually did very well in the fighting and against the unified Amarrian forces and their Caldari minions (CAIN) we came out significantly ahead in the damage ratios and one by forced all our enemies to drop their own wardecs as their losses rose and they found the form of warfare we practised something not very much to their taste.

PIE was found wanting. AM was crushed. Vigilia Valeria was an embarrassment and CAIN was penned into their own forward base and destroyed in detail. Only CVA itself presented much of a threat to our space dominance and only then when joined by allies and coming in force in pre-arranged musters – but CVA has an ace up their sleeve always – and that advantage is the fall-back position into the virtual fortress 0.0 region of Providence where CVA and allies have built a happy land of POS and outposts and cyno-jammers to nurse their pride while they petition the Amarrian empire to enlarge itself to “reclaim” this region of space.

Star Fraction followed up “judas goat” with a secondary campaign “daisycutter” to try and peel away some of the CVA client states from the Amarrian defence pack and mutual security treaty and though we found some limited success (3 of their clients sought separate peace with us after receiving the worst of military exchanges) we discovered that defeating CVA itself in providence was something that was beyond our power and capability at that time.

After 3 months of exhausting warfare we decided to finish the Amarrian offensive with one last fleet battle in the Throne Worlds on the occasion of the anniversary of the last Amarrian emperor’s death and there engaged the collective might of the Amarrian bloc in a successful fleet battle that saw us destroy a vast number of loyalist vessels and claim the field and glory as we humbled our foes at their most sacred celebration.

Ayrine Elenthiel
Minmatar
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.04 02:09:00 - [357]
 

"I have never felt more at home, more motivated, and more welcome than I have in my time with Star Fraction. This is more than just a corporation, more than just an Alliance. It is a family banding together behind a common goal and ideology while leaving you the room to be who you want to be. Claim that freedom and join us!"

She typed the last few notes into the message and then sent it off to the friend from earlier. Maybe she would understand now, after being in space for a while.

It usully took some time to accept the radical ideas.

But then, all good things take time.

-------

claire xxx
Caldari
Veto.
Veto Corp
Posted - 2011.03.04 03:12:00 - [358]
 

Edited by: claire xxx on 04/03/2011 03:13:38
Dead Fleet Typhoon

Orca -v- Fleet Typhoon
Fleet Typhoon loses.



Much LOLs ensued.

Skogen Gump
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.04 13:00:00 - [359]
 

“Revolution is the festival of the oppressed”

The star fraction is still recruiting.

Jasmine Constantine
Gallente
Jericho Fraction
The Star Fraction
Posted - 2011.03.04 15:25:00 - [360]
 

Announced by the executor Jade Constantine during the festivities at Lady Revan’s Boulevard Nuit, the second campaign against core empire nationalism moved into top gear as The Cyrene Initiative alliance received 24 hours warning of its imminent targeting by the Free Captains of The Star Fraction.

Even as the illustrious party at the Nefaris estates continued into the night; the local communication channels in Stacmon System exploded into riotous debate and claim and counter claim as Cyrene pilots previously quiescent during the Fraction build up and logistics preparations suddenly found a voice and began howling their nationalist sentiments, jibes and dark promises in good measure:

Alexis Aristide > You will still die.
Durok Torn > I can afford to die about 80 times
Ronja > Was a surprise that you finally found your balls and came to Stacmon
Claude Leon > You are a disgrace and an example of how the Federation even allows the lowest of scum in
Alveyman > Enough idle chatter, we shall meet again, we are at war
Oica > I’m just confused

Still, the war was declared and the countdown begun, the long week of preparation and logistics shipment completed, tactical intelligence gathered and now nothing remained but the sweet anticipation of the conflict to come. A pause before the storm and perhaps a moment to reflect for those of us of the Gallente bloodline at truly how far the Star Fraction movement has taken us from our roots and baseline culture and the nationalist ephemera surrounding this cultural identity:

I am Gallente by birth, this culture that re-conquered the depths of space and established the technology to expand and re-connect far-flung systems and planetary populations in a vast interstellar government united by a desire for security and political integration. And here the traps of memetic nationalism are set, for what do we owe the past? How much freedom must be sacrificed to the graven idols of democracy and representative government? How much do we owe the senators in their corruption and lobbyists in their scraping greed? How much of what makes us individuals is ours to decide and to what degree are we creatures of the past bound always to the service of status quo and ingrained order? Difficult questions, and the more so when one turning weaponry and firepower upon once-countrymen and cultural brothers and sisters in the name of freedom’s both swear but neither can possess.

Hard words are spoken by soon to be foes and its not long until we are called “race-traitors” and “pirates” by these nationalist Gallente that wear Cyrene Initiative identifiers and the old nature of extremist totalitarianism raises its head and declares its intent to purge the dissidence from its sight with bold statist paradigms and crushing ignorance. This is what we are here to fight. This attitude and cringing subservience to the paradigms of the past, this is our war, this is our glory and these are the blows we must strike before post-humanity can shake free of the chains of past dogma and the detritus of regressive imperial delusion.

Perhaps its part of the journey every Fractionist must take. One day to return to their homeland and learn that the culture that spawned them is alien, no longer familiar, barred and exiled from the common genetics of race and history and facing up to the inevitable truth – if we have a culture today it is the culture of the Free Captains, and that unites any race and background and transcends each and every element of dirtside ancestry and pre-capsule society programming.

The remainder of the twenty-four hours were spent in relaxation and last minute preparations, war-vessels prepped, CYI fleets shadowed and listed in our intelligence archives, idle discussions in Placid local continued and elsewhere the music of Boulevard Nuit played on and the dancers danced and the future widows wept for those who would be sure to die in the days ahead.


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