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War In Intaki

For lack of much else to do in my downtime I’ve started poking into the Intergalactic Summit. Bataav, Mammal, and the Suresha seem to spend a lot of time there promoting ILF’s cause and recently it was commented by someone how it would be nice to have more voices from the corp lending support. To date I’ve not had many occasions to really look for myself. Most of the time I’ve been too busy, and IGS tends to move quickly.

Today, though, I took notice of this post by Seriphyn Inhonores.

I’ve met him only once, just recently. I happened to be back up at Astral to tend to a few things and, as always, was monitoring FreeIntaki at the same time. He was monitoring too. Other people have spoken of him from time to time of course, so I wasn’t completely oblivious to his identity. And there he was, the “great” Seriphyn Inhonores, in all his glory:

Seriphyn Inhonores > Jezebel Danae, my god woman… Your bust has about the same depth as your torso!
Jezebel Danae > Yea, and your point is?
Seriphyn Inhonores > Er.
Jezebel Danae > Didn’t think so.
Sakaane Eionell > Doesn’t always pay to be a typical man, does it, Commander?

It seems most people call him “General” but when I reviewed his public profile, his rank was displayed only as “Commander”. Given his opening remarks, I had no intention of affording him respect he didn’t honestly appear worthy of or entitled to. Still, at the time I decided to be polite since I didn’t actually know him.

Seriphyn Inhonores > I was expressing shock, not lust…!
Tahni Midari > Some women simply have…um…those sorts of genetics.
Jezebel Danae > Cause I’m skinny and have large breasts? What’s so shocking about that?

He looked to me after that and said:

Seriphyn Inhonores > Seems like you know who I am, but I’m ’fraid that’s not reciprocated.

I remember I took a moment to think about how I wanted to respond to him. He’s a militia pilot and a patriot of the Federation, obviously a polar opposite in many ways to myself.

Sakaane Eionell > Your reputation precedes you, sir.

It’s really too bad that tone doesn’t always transmit terribly well over public comms channels. Seriphyn has a reputation, certainly. Doesn’t mean I consider it a good one…but apparently he does, because the channel registered him coughing and blushing visibly after my comment.

There was more to that encounter but it’s a story for another time. Anyway, reading over his post on IGS today elicited similar feelings. I didn’t much care for his pot-shot against IPI and I-RED for not doing anything in the Intaki sov to stave off the militias, and Damar Rocarion is just as bad, if not worse, for his smacktalk, so I weighed in:

Originally by: Damar Rocarion

Let us not forget that as outside entity, I-RED decided they had authority to police the militia “for outlaw elements”.

Let us not forget that as an outside entity, the Caldari militia decided they had authority to occupy Intaki without the express invitation of its inhabitants. The FDU would not have felt compelled to enter our sovereign space if not for the Caldari. The IPI and I-RED would be free to continue working toward our goals of securing Placid from pirate elements and establishing an independent Intaki state if we did not have to deal with this distraction.

I’m going to watch this discussion for the next while, and see what happens.

Defense of Prosperity Station

I’m laughing. POD never showed. Well, not until much later, after I-RED departed, and even then only Lodik smacked ineffectively in Local.

The defense today had over one hundred pilots in Intaki when Prosperity Station’s reinforcement timer ended. I’ve never seen it that crowded. There were twenty of us from the corp out there working on the POS, and sixty altogether in the ILF/I-RED fleet to defend the station.

Certain portions of both the Gallente and Caldari militias were present too. Interesting to see them both flying side by side us and each other all in defense of our station against pirate scum, although as the minutes ticked by the militias understandably grew uneasy. FDU in particular degenerated into their own smack of the State rather than actually doing much to help us. I suppose it’s the thought that counts but then…I wonder how much thought they had?

AncientGuardian assigned me permissions to fuel the POS in the future. I’ll need to remember to get some instruction on how to do that.


A cloud of allies

Early on while we were armor repping, Muppet Ninjas and KWFL warped in on us. I lost my Armageddon and then my pod, because after my ship exploded my capsule’s systems were overwhelmed and got stuck in a systems calibration loop. I was a sitting duck.

I’ve never been podded before. I might have taken more time to reflect on the experience when I woke up a few moments after the blow that split my capsule open, if not for the rage and urgency I felt when I realized that a system error occurred and instead of waking up in the spare clone I had prepared ahead of time in Intaki, I was in…Stacmon!

I’m not sure what the technicians or station security thought as my naked body streaked past as I ran to the nearest hangar. I don’t even remember the trip back to Intaki but I made it back unscathed.

No one from Comic Mischief showed up other than ShiftKey. He managed to recover my corpse (oh joy) before the POS blew him up… But the militia pilots who had shown up to “help” us salvaged the Armageddon and took the rest.

After that there were no more fireworks in system before I turned in for the night. A great deal of us, including pilots from I-RED, basically spent the time repping the POS and that was it.

It’s Getting Crowded

Lately there’s been a lot of militia movement in Intaki, too much for my comfort. Since joining ILF I’ve based out of Astral, where HQ is located. But given the rising aggression I decided to move to a different station in case Astral gets camped. No good if we’re all bottled up in the same place.

I raised some concerns to the corp recently regarding the militias and our ROE. Some of the mandates in the ROE make no sense to me and it’s still difficult, almost impossible, to operate effectively in Intaki with all these hostile pilots about when so few of our pilots are actually around.

I’m reminded once again of how things were in TGPI, except this time there are other active pilots…they’re just scattered.

I’m at the bottom of the ladder in ILF yet I was still welcomed to contribute my opinion and it was considered fairly along with opinions of other pilots. Even if leadership doesn’t accept any of my recommendations, it’s still very refreshing to participate in a well-handled, thoughtful discussion with peers who actually give a damn about how the corp itself functions and how we can all work together to make it better.

Now if we can just do something about these militia hooligans…

Caldari Militia Claim Last Gallente System

The last of the contested Federation systems fell to the Caldari militia today.

The level of dismay around here is palpable. Conversations overheard in lifts are troubled and worried, and everyone you see simply looks disappointed.

Devan and I both are glad we did not re-enlist to be part of this disgrace. Neither of us feels it would have made any difference if we had. I’m reminded of this news report. It seems that in a year they have continued on with their policy of disastrous military blunders, and now billions of people living in occupied territory have to suffer for it.

Njal has always believed Intaki should oust those who oppress or neglect it, and stand alone as it once did. Now, more than ever, I agree. The State and the Federation both have no business in Intaki. It may have been the Federation assisted my people at one time, bringing us to the stars and so on, and in return so many of us gave up our traditional beliefs and way of life to integrate with and contribute to Gallente society.

But this should end now. The Federation is obviously inept at doing anything about the plight of one of its founding members. The occupation should not have been suffered to stand for as long as it has, and what improvement has there been? None, and they don’t seem to care much about that. The squids gloat and laugh and make my people pay the price for Caldari vengeance.

And where is the FDU in all of this? Where are the commanders to whip the ranks into shape? What good is the militia if they are only a bunch of lollygagging pilots who wish only for easy kills so they can put another notch in their belts? Pathetic. CONCORD should put an end to this, should revoke the militia act and tell each of these squabbling empires to deal with their differences like intelligent human beings, not neanderthals with clubs.


I am…amazed. I haven’t yet been with TGPI for two weeks but already I have made enough money to move Mom from the long-term care facility back to our family home on Intaki and arrange for private care for her. I’ve retained Aranza as her primary nurse and can provide salary for support staff to share in upkeep of the house.

She still won’t speak but I think she was happy. At the very least, when I called to tell her all my recent news she didn’t, for once, have that look of disapproval in her eyes. I can tell she’s still unhappy I became a pilot but I think some of the worry is gone now that I’m working independently…and can send her home.

I never would have been able to afford this if I’d remained with the navy. Never.


Devan took me to a tattoo artist today. He said he wanted to help me find ways to distance myself from the navy, and what better way to do so than to personify my rejection of it through a rebellious medium such as skin art?

At first I was reluctant. I’ve seen my share of Minmatar and many of them are covered head to toe in designs. I didn’t think that kind of thing is for me. But tattoos are popular with a lot of Gallente these days. Devan has one that isn’t actually terribly intrusive on his features, and once I was in the shop with him I saw they offered a number of feminine choices.

In the end I chose one I felt was simple and elegant. The nano-technology involved means I don’t have to wear it all the time if I don’t want to, and I can have it changed later. But I like it.

Sakaane Eionell

Sakaane Eionell


Duripant VII – Moon 6 – Federal Navy Academy School

Sakaane sat on her favorite barstool in Deck 17 and scrolled through the Scope newsfeed in her datapad. A story caught her eye:

Recovering from the shock of defeat in Luminaire, sizeable sections of the Gallente populace have begun to call for integrity and accountability amongst Federation Navy leadership, a group they hold chiefly responsible for the disastrous military blunders of June 10.

Just one of many recent events representing a growing crisis of faith in their own security forces, yesterday’s “Citizen’s Emergency Summit” held in Villore saw more than a hundred prominent Federation luminaries unite in agreement about who was to be held ultimately accountable. Jointly hosted by some of the larger subsidiaries to the major Gallente corporations, the Summit was attended by various political officials, lobbyists and even cultural icons.

She chewed her dinner slowly and kept reading. A quote stood out:

“…We are undoubtedly dealing with entrenched, institutional corruption and incompetence, all of which has occurred under his watch. Our military leaders and their Chief of Command have failed us. We need to be sure now more than ever that this cannot happen again.”

“Entrenched, institutional corruption and incompetence,” Sakaane muttered, reading the article over again. “Sounds about right to me.”


Despite whatever else he might have been into, more and more I find myself reflecting upon Commander Halerit’s words of wisdom to me and my squadmates: “You can’t be caught with your pants down. The Caldari are out there.”

Violence on Caldari Prime continues and the Federation has achieved nothing in the way of getting Gallente citizens out, nor made any progress toward restoring peace between the empires.

We’ve been caught with our pants down a lot lately. Fed Intel seems incapable of halting these leaks, and in the meantime, more lives and equipment are lost. Our captains seem disheartened and distracted and disorganized; I found myself floating in my pod again after one particularly stupid set of orders came down which we all followed and all paid the price for. The Caldari start out knowing where we’re going to be and then we bungle it because the brass handle the engagements poorly. Pathetic.

I lay in my bunk at night and listen. All around me I hear whispers of discontent and I have to agree with much of the sentiment. This war is being fought for all the wrong reasons, and all because a few people made one too many bad decisions. Who pays the price? We do. Our crews do. Every time I undock I wonder if there’s a squid waiting for me and ask myself what the point is—not because I’m afraid to go out and fight, but because if they already know where we’re going to be and what we’re going to do, and we show up totally oblivious and end up shot down by them, then limp home, gear up, and then do it all over again…what is the point? What is it all for?

This war between the Gallente and the Caldari was never my fight. The Serpentis are still out there, still infecting Placid and Everyshore and who knows where else with their poison. I’ve been distracted from my path.

Stolen Arms

Thanks to Devan Corvel for participating.

Luminaire VII (Caldari Prime) – Moon 6 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

The comm link was open; her fleet commander was talking.

“Good job today. The Serpentis are down fourteen to our none. You all know the drill: report for debriefing after docking and disconnection.”

Sakaane stretched in her pod while she waited for her ship, a Vexor-class cruiser affectionately named Happy Face of Death in honor of the arrangement of its forward-facing viewports, to be towed into her hangar behind those of her squadmates. Their missions had ended the same way, day in and day out, since she’d graduated that past March and she suspected more than a few of her squadmates were able to do ‘the drill’ in their sleep.

Graduation. The word passed through her mind like a sigh. Four years of study, of sweat and late nights, little sleep, of being hooked up to machines and suffering endless medical tests. Four years of struggling to maintain some sort of life outside the academy, of holding onto memories and motivations. Four years of being terrified she would fail, end up mindlocked or worse, while watching it happen to other classmates. Four years worrying that everything would turn out to be for nothing and she would have to go back to Intaki to an empty house and a ruined life. Sakaane took a shuddering breath. No, she’d made it. She’d pushed through, all so she could call herself a capsuleer.

But. The ceremony had been stiff, boring, and replete with words like “honor”, “duty”, and “glory for the Federation”. A sour taste bit at the back of her throat as she recalled Devan’s oft-repeated talks about how so many capsuleers left the navy after graduation. That day, when she and her classmates had finally proven themselves to be better than the best, the navy had focused more on itself rather than celebrating the achievements of their too-small class of graduates. There’d been palpable desire to retain as many of her class as possible within the navy’s ranks. In retrospect their desperation seemed prescient.

Sakaane shifted restlessly in her pod fluid. Despite the Malkalen disaster and all of Tibus Heth’s insanity that had followed, Sakaane still couldn’t blame those of her classmates who had already left in search of more glorious fortunes. If she could have yawned she would have, but the air mask covering her mouth and nose only permitted a deep sigh. Know the drill indeed. Sure, she had been fighting Serpentis today and that contributed to her goals, but the way the navy rubberstamped the missions and handled them as if the squad was nothing more than a cog in an assembly line made for a boring op. There was no guarantee she’d get to fight them again tomorrow. The better assignments always went to more experienced pilots first, and for the last few months most everyone was usually sent out to fight against the State regardless of seniority.

“Eionell,” the FC said, catching her attention. “Following your debrief, report to my office.”

That was new. She pushed her musings away and flashed her acknowledgment to the channel, following protocol which mandated that only the FC and the designated scout—of which she was neither—were permitted to speak on comms.

Once docked, dressed, and debriefed, Sakaane made her way to his office. “Commander,” she said, knocking lightly on the doorjamb. “You asked to see me?”

“Yes. Come in. Good run out there today?”

“Yes sir, I think so.”

“You’ve settled into your combat role well.” He glanced out the window to the curve of the planet’s horizon. Although it wasn’t visible against the black, she knew he was looking for the State Leviathan. “Good thing.”

The Shortest War

The world has gone insane since the end of May. There is no better word. This isn’t war. It’s insanity.

Two days ago while the Minmatar continued to rain hell upon the Amarr, and then subsequently had some hell rained down upon them, a Caldari Navy task force crossed into Federation space, intent upon invading and reclaiming Caldari Prime for themselves. They brought a titan with them.

We scrambled to deploy. Comms were choked with distress signals from within the system. My squad only got as far as Algogille; the Caldari jammed up the gates on the Luminaire side with anti-ship mines. While we sat there, useless, word came the Senate had declared war on the State. Immediately after, Scope News reported the State Navy had begun bombarding Caldari Prime.

I felt sure someone would find a way to get us into Luminaire. After all, the State managed to get a Leviathan into the system, so we should have been able to get our own ships in too. But no, instead we were ordered deployed to the Caldari system of Tierijev.

It was madness when we arrived, chaos and confusion. Our forces were already fighting theirs near the gates. We were immediately ordered into combat. No one realized that in the time it had taken us to get there President Foiritan had ordered the navy to abandon the attack and stand down. The fighting went on until each side started to wise up to what had happened. But even as our side came under control and disengaged, the State forces kept after us. I lost my Vexor to a group of State Yumi pilots. My squadmates were able to save my pod and salvage the wreck.

There was stunned silence on the battlefield as the president’s orders to stand down replayed over our comms. Even as we were still forming up to vacate the system, another report came in saying Tibus Heth had conquered Caldari Prime and President Foiritan had ceded control of the planet to him.

None of my crew survived the explosion of my ship. As far as I know, no crews of any other ships, Federation or State, that were lost in the Tierijev conflict survived either. What was this all for? I understand our orders, and the countermands, were issued before the Scope got hold of them, and there is going to be something of a communications lag while ships are in transit. But even so… A horrible loss of life today, all for nothing.

Literally for nothing. This is why this is insane. We declared—no. No. The Federation (for I am not and will never consider myself Gallente, most especially after this!) declared war and then President Foiritan didn’t have the guts to see it through. The news suggests the president had some dealings directly with Heth and while preventing war in and of itself should always have been the goal, this entire situation reeks of back-door dealings and underhanded shenanigans. The State was allowed to have the run of Luminaire and in the end the Federation meekly handed it over to them. In the meantime ships have been destroyed, people are dead, the planet itself was bombarded…! There’s a blasted titan parked in orbit over Caldari Prime! And the State just gets what it wants.

I’ve read history. I understand the Gallente forced the Caldari off their homeworld, and the Caldari were not completely innocent regarding why that happened. But there is something seriously wrong here if these two cultures, even after so long, are so corrupt and so selfish and so incredibly childish that neither can grasp enough maturity and respect from the wells of their souls to find any other method to solve their differences and air grievances than this.

And what of the entire invasion? Is the Federal Intelligence Office really so inept that they didn’t have any kind of clue that this was going to happen? The State can simply decide to whip up its ships and park a titan in Federation space and no one gets a hint beforehand? I wrote before about how a complex operation like Exercise ‘Brotherhood’ would have taken a great deal of time to plan. You can’t tell me invading a high-security system like Luminaire including finding a way to get a titan through is anything that any navy could just cobble together in five minutes. Please!

Now CONCORD has enacted the Emergency Militia War Powers Act under pressure from the four empires in reaction to the events of June 10. It authorizes the “immediate and unconditional formation of capsuleer militias among the nation-state members of the CONCORD Assembly for the purpose of waging uncontested war within the boundaries of empire space”. Why anyone thinks this is a good idea I cannot fathom. This decision was pushed through the same day the Federation first declared war and then abandoned it, the same day the Federation surrendered Caldari Prime to the State, the same day the Minmatar and the Amarr once more tried to annihilate one another. Did no one stop to consider that perhaps it might be wise to step back and wait at least a day to get some perspective on all of this? It smacks of knee-jerk, adrenaline-fueled panic rather than rational consideration for a prudent course of action, and what will happen? More people will die.

No sooner had this war act been put in place than it was revealed the State had secretly colonized a region of space called Black Rise, forever changing the Gallente-Caldari border. Black Rise connects with Placid in a few systems not far from Intaki, which puts my homeworld at risk.

The media continues to burst with news reports from all empires and everyone is reeling. President Foiritan’s leadership has been called into question, and good thing too. His speech earlier this evening is a travesty and a joke considering the decisions he made just forty-eight hours ago.

Meanwhile, the fighting continues, and the fools dare to sound proud of their “achievements”.

This isn’t what I signed on for.