The musings of a lovely spaceship captain
Date: September 29, YC 111
Location: Piekura VIII, Moon 11, State War Academy School, Lonetrek Region
ID: Captain Gladis Neelsen
So it’s finally happened. I’m officially a capsuleer. After years of arduous work in the Royal Institute, the first step towards realizing a lifelong dream is complete. As soon as I had graduated, I immediately received a message from a very dear friend of mine. It was a man I had known since childhood, and we had gone our own ways when he began his studies at the School of Applied Knowledge in Todaki. Before he and I parted company for the better part of two decades, I made one promise to him. I promised that I would eventually join him and roam among the stars with him. Following my departure from the Institute, this dream felt so close, yet so far. I still had to find him.
Many people reading this would simply label this another drama in which two lovers are separated for ages, only to reunite after trial by fire, and live happily ever after. I wouldn’t exactly call him a lover; in fact, what love I do have for him is strictly platonic (and non-reproductive intercourse is an extreme taboo in Amarr culture). Instead, he was a man who had standards. He was a man of the world, and had no qualms in stating things how they were. He was a realist, a type of person every society could do with having more of.
He never roamed far from Caldari space, as too many of the amenities vital to a capsuleer were within arm’s reach. He had no roots in Amarr space. Constant work for the Caldari State had warranted a kill-on-sight order in Gallente space. Minmatar space was simply too remote for him. Caldari space had it all. As such, it’s the most densely-populated area in all of New Eden. He told me he operated out of some fringe system in the Lonetrek region. It was adjacent to low-security space, had plenty of industrial and mining opportunities, and it wasn’t far from the massive trading hub of Jita. It seemed like the perfect haven.
In his mails to me following my graduation, he recounted the events he and his corporation (known as “So Cash Industries”) had experienced during their time in Piekura. From harmless antics to intense wartime action, it seems like he and his bunch of chums know how to have fun, a stark comparison to most corporations whose sole interest lies in wringing as much ISK as they can out of the markets of New Eden. One particular story he recollected in great detail was that of their first war with another corporation. The war notification had appeared without so much as a single word spoken between his CEO and the enemy’s. The corporation in question, called “Inglorious Basterds,” touted themselves as an honorable group who never fled from a fight, and took every loss in stride, calling it a learning experience. He continued by saying that nothing could be further from the truth. This group insisted on fighting dirty, fleeing from a fight whenever possible, and defaming him and his group with slanderous talk. Eventually, a friend with some connections pulled some strings, and gave the Basterds a new force to worry about. Needless to say, the war was retraced, and the corporation disbanded within a month. However, they did not withdraw without enduring some losses, including the loss of a Fleet Issue Tempest when the pilot, in desperation, docked the severely-damaged vessel into a station lacking repair facilities. Since safety regulations forbid the deployment of structurally-damaged ships, the pilot had no choice but to dispose of the half-billion ISK vessel. Truly, it was a red letter day for So Cash.

























