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Tag: anon benefactor

Hour of the Wolf

Intaki Prime – South Hemisphere – Drahaana City
Eionell Esatate

A bead of sweat gathered on her forehead where it rested against the pillar, eventually seeping down into her eyebrow through stray hairs plastered to her skin. Then it slipped out, rolling past the corner of her eye and over her cheek like a tear.

The bead lingered near her jaw line, which began to itch as the droplet slowly evaporated into the still air and roused Sakaane from her musing. She sat up and wiped the droplet away. Her forehead burned where it had touched the pillar; even now, in the middle of the night, the smooth white stone still radiated heat soaked up from the sun’s red rays that day. The steps she sat on were similarly warm. It had been an unusually hot day despite autumn in the southern hemisphere being typically cool and dry.

A spot of light caught her eye, bobbing between the leaves of ferns growing just to her left. The firefly came closer, its luminescence weakening as it entered the meager pool of light filtering over Sakaane. A small lamp in the front hall was lit, its light barely reaching outside the house through the draped window beside the door. Other than that and the moons overhead, Sakaane was in the dark.

The bug settled on a flower an arm’s length from her. She sat still, watching it nuzzle the eventide blossom, its rump dimmed almost to nothing while it fed. After a few moments the firefly leapt back into the air, its light flaring bright, and disappeared into the night.


The bank contacted me today because someone has deposited money into my account. A lot of money.

This is the second time this has happened; I never discovered who it was the first time. It seems my benefactor still wishes to remain anonymous, as once again there were no details included, just a note. Make good use of the funds, it said.

I asked the bank to investigate again. How can anyone transfer such a large amount of ISK without revealing their identity? Not to mention—why would someone arbitrarily dump these funds on me? My first instinct says there must be something criminal going on…although the notes that accompanied both deposits have not suggested anything of the sort.

The bank insists they have no information and can only confirm the funds are legitimate. They must be protecting the benefactor’s identity. But then…if he or she has this kind of wealth to throw around, I suppose I’m not surprised.

I asked Bataav to look into it but he came up empty too.

I’m tempted to not use the money at all. I don’t know where it came from or why I was chosen to receive it. But then I thought the person who gave it to me must be keeping tabs on me to some extent—after all, he or she knew I’d lost that Legion. This is a bit unsettling, and I wonder what the consequences might be if I do nothing. What constitutes a “good use” of the funds is subjective. On the other hand, I refuse to live my life having to look over my shoulder all the time.

I thought about giving it all to charities here at home but discarded that idea because of the ongoing faction conflict. Occupation by the State certainly means the funds will be sucked into the Caldari war machine, which would be the worst use of the funds imaginable. The Feds getting their hands on it would be just as bad.

Instead… I think I’ll put it into something I can use with ILF, which will still help the Intaki people in the end. I’ll sleep on it…but I think I know what I’m going to do.

An Anonymous Benefactor

Three days ago Devan and I ventured into a wormhole. He wanted to see about the feasibility of starting up some official operations in w-space as a way to attract new blood to the corp and inject activity again. But first we needed to investigate, do some recon, and generally gain some first-hand experience.

Knowing we might be in for a bit of trouble, I took Scarab in and Devan was flying his Proteus, Tahkisis. It seemed appropriate, given these ships are based on technology brought back from w-space in the first place. Right? We thought we were prepared. After all, the last few wormholes we’d gone into had been a piece of cake.

Instead, we had our asses handed to us.

Devan had a scanner on hand and tracked down some anomalies within the system we landed in. The first few resolved to a couple of innocuous belts and a gas cloud, and everything seemed to be going well. Then we happened across a structure…and it was crawling with Sleepers!

The last time I lost a ship it was due to inattention. This time I was ready (or so I thought), my crew was ready (or so I thought), yet Devan and I both barely had time to react. It happened so fast… They swarmed us and before I knew it he was screaming at me to bug out. I didn’t realize it then but his ship had already been lost, bringing the entire swarm’s force to bear on myself. The logs show the killing blow was laid by something designated only as “Orthus”.

My Legion disintegrated around me in the blink of an eye. Even if the crew had a chance to escape the burning wreck, the Sleepers still got them immediately after, and I barely got out alive myself. My capsule sustained a glancing blow that nearly shredded it as it hit warp. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to being podded.

Most definitely a failure. We retreated, shaken and defeated, to Bereye, knowing that plan was scrap. Devan did some checking with the community and it turns out they’ve come up with their own rating system. We’d stumbled into a “Class 5”, whereas the others would have been “Class 1” or “Class 2”. Given this variance we’ll have to get TGPI back on its feet some other way before we consider wormhole space again. How exactly we’re going to do that is still up for debate.

The odd thing is… Today when I checked my account I noticed the balance was much, much higher than I remembered. In the night, someone deposited enough ISK into my wallet to replace the Legion and then some. I queried the bank and was only told the funds are legit. The identity of the person who gave it to me is unknown, and the only note he or she left with the deposit was, “Sorry for your loss.”

I’m alarmed…but also intrigued.