Sender: 9-GYL Intaki
Recipient: Milo Caman
Subject: Re: Offer
Message Sent: 28.04.112 14:32
Status: Unread
Dear Mr. Caman
I am writing to you from [OMITTED] in regards to a database entry you left with us some time ago whilst in at the Intaki Syndicate Bureau in 9GYL-O.
It seems that your idea has caught the attention of [OMITTED] and is now eligible for funding from us.
As we understand it, you recently terminated your employment with the Angel Cartel. We hope you'll consider getting back to us on this offer. It could do great things for Syndicate.
Regards
[OMITTED]
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Cracks in the Glass
The feed starts up. Milo's empty desk is seen to a second, before the scene flicks across to what appears to be security footage of a nightclub. The quality is poor, but not so degraded as to miss a lone figure sitting hunched at the bar.
Over the course of an hour, the figure apparently orders a large quantity of spirits, taking the drinks as they come. Shot glasses sprout like mushrooms, before being cleared away by the woman at the bar.
After some time, the figure tries to stand up, collapsing to the ground in a heap with a glass in his hand. It falls, shattering on the tiles. The figure is hauled away by two burly security guards, and life at the nightclub resumes as normal.
The feed closes, flicking briefly back to Milo's empty apartment before going blank.
Over the course of an hour, the figure apparently orders a large quantity of spirits, taking the drinks as they come. Shot glasses sprout like mushrooms, before being cleared away by the woman at the bar.
After some time, the figure tries to stand up, collapsing to the ground in a heap with a glass in his hand. It falls, shattering on the tiles. The figure is hauled away by two burly security guards, and life at the nightclub resumes as normal.
The feed closes, flicking briefly back to Milo's empty apartment before going blank.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
A New Start
The Camera drone boots up with a whirr, There's a clunk and the whirring stops. The screen slowly focuses on Milo, sitting at his workbench again. He looks exhausted, but he's smiling.
So yeah, it's been a while.
He stretches, and moves off screen. The sound of a liquid being poured is heard, and Milo reappears on-screen with a steaming mug of coffee.
I- I think after all I've been through up in Syndicate over the past few months, I'm going to make a new start, a new beginning.
He pauses to sip his coffee and continues
The techs out in 9-GYL were- just fantastic. I don't think my implants should ever trouble me again. There's so many interlocks and safety features now, It's probably possible to just yank them out without disabling them first. Not that I'm going to try that of course.
I kind of gained a new perspective out there as well, y'know? How lucky we are. I mean- I thought that low security stations were a bit run-down, but some of the places out in Syndicate-
He gives a shudder, closing his eyes for a moment.
Anyway, New Start. I've been spending way too much time on-station of late, and I need to get out on patrol again. I should be back on my feet technically and work-wise in a few days, ANN is running smoothly on it's own for now.
He grins
Camera off. I have work to do!
So yeah, it's been a while.
He stretches, and moves off screen. The sound of a liquid being poured is heard, and Milo reappears on-screen with a steaming mug of coffee.
I- I think after all I've been through up in Syndicate over the past few months, I'm going to make a new start, a new beginning.
He pauses to sip his coffee and continues
The techs out in 9-GYL were- just fantastic. I don't think my implants should ever trouble me again. There's so many interlocks and safety features now, It's probably possible to just yank them out without disabling them first. Not that I'm going to try that of course.
I kind of gained a new perspective out there as well, y'know? How lucky we are. I mean- I thought that low security stations were a bit run-down, but some of the places out in Syndicate-
He gives a shudder, closing his eyes for a moment.
Anyway, New Start. I've been spending way too much time on-station of late, and I need to get out on patrol again. I should be back on my feet technically and work-wise in a few days, ANN is running smoothly on it's own for now.
He grins
Camera off. I have work to do!
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Overflow
Thud
The Ishkur tears through space, bleeding fuel, drones slide back into its bay as the ship aligns for warp-
Thud
Milo working on a tabletop, he carefully pulls apart a small metal object, bringing one part up into the light with a pair of forceps-
Thud
The cloaked silhouette of an Arazu slides through space, light diffusing around it’s curved hull. Camera drones swerve 180 degrees and zoom in on a Viator anchoring a Gallente-made control tower-
Thud
Market figures, hundreds of them, scrolling by at a rate too fast to pick out any individual items-
Thud
A Brutor woman, pushing Milo against a wall-
Thud
Milo, hunched over a console in an office, strange blueprints scatter the floor and desks-
Thud
A young man, proudly walking through a crowd with a group of others, the FNA insignia clear on his jacket-
Thud
Thud
Thud
The camera drone pans back, revealing Milo curled and shaking violently in a doorway across from the workbench-
Thud
The Ishkur tears through space, bleeding fuel, drones slide back into its bay as the ship aligns for warp-
Thud
Milo working on a tabletop, he carefully pulls apart a small metal object, bringing one part up into the light with a pair of forceps-
Thud
The cloaked silhouette of an Arazu slides through space, light diffusing around it’s curved hull. Camera drones swerve 180 degrees and zoom in on a Viator anchoring a Gallente-made control tower-
Thud
Market figures, hundreds of them, scrolling by at a rate too fast to pick out any individual items-
Thud
A Brutor woman, pushing Milo against a wall-
Thud
Milo, hunched over a console in an office, strange blueprints scatter the floor and desks-
Thud
A young man, proudly walking through a crowd with a group of others, the FNA insignia clear on his jacket-
Thud
Thud
Thud
The camera drone pans back, revealing Milo curled and shaking violently in a doorway across from the workbench-
Thud
Monday, 30 November 2009
Rush
Milo appears on screen. He looks pale, and has dark rings under his eyes. He is, however, smiling, and is putting together an implant on the workbench in front of him. He reaches out with one hand to configure the camera drone.
Busy and really rather profitable week really. I've spent most of my time pulling together various contracts, and a short amount of time ensuring further cooperation of future clients.
We're finally coming close to pulling together a proper contract system for ah- clients in Nadire. I've netted so many contracts in the past few days we're going to need it.
He pauses and squints at the implant on the worktop, before adjusting some internal wiring.
My little scheme for encouraging pilots into low security space is going well. The last roam netted a few decent kills before eventually going out in a ball of flame. Still regret I made the decision to stay. Still, we did far more damage than was inflicted upon us, and most importantly, everyone enjoyed it.
Milo stops again, this time setting some pins on the side of the implant. He checks his implant socket, tilts his head and slots the implant in, wincing slightly as he does so.
I might head down to the Skyhook for a celebratory drink or two tonight. Maybe someone will show up. I've reconfigured my implants to compensate for my lack of sleep lately, so I should be alright.
He leans over and turn the camera drone off.
Busy and really rather profitable week really. I've spent most of my time pulling together various contracts, and a short amount of time ensuring further cooperation of future clients.
We're finally coming close to pulling together a proper contract system for ah- clients in Nadire. I've netted so many contracts in the past few days we're going to need it.
He pauses and squints at the implant on the worktop, before adjusting some internal wiring.
My little scheme for encouraging pilots into low security space is going well. The last roam netted a few decent kills before eventually going out in a ball of flame. Still regret I made the decision to stay. Still, we did far more damage than was inflicted upon us, and most importantly, everyone enjoyed it.
Milo stops again, this time setting some pins on the side of the implant. He checks his implant socket, tilts his head and slots the implant in, wincing slightly as he does so.
I might head down to the Skyhook for a celebratory drink or two tonight. Maybe someone will show up. I've reconfigured my implants to compensate for my lack of sleep lately, so I should be alright.
He leans over and turn the camera drone off.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Fears
Dieu it's been a while. I'm getting worried.
Milo can be seen pacing back and forward across the screen, the camera appears to be at a slight angle, as if it's been put down in a hurry.
I've still not heard anything from Celia. It's just like she's- Vanished. No-one at her apartment, no console activity. I'd have started a search earlier, but recent events have kept me somewhat occupied.
He stops pacing and moves across the room to another console, entering commands with his back to the camera.
I can't believe I nearly- nearly forgot. It's almost as if she- slipped my mind?
He pauses, a look of confusion crossing his face.
It's these damned implants again I just know it! I thought I'd solved the problem when I was out in Syndicate.
He stops typing and makes his way back towards the Camera. The feed stops abruptly.
Milo can be seen pacing back and forward across the screen, the camera appears to be at a slight angle, as if it's been put down in a hurry.
I've still not heard anything from Celia. It's just like she's- Vanished. No-one at her apartment, no console activity. I'd have started a search earlier, but recent events have kept me somewhat occupied.
He stops pacing and moves across the room to another console, entering commands with his back to the camera.
I can't believe I nearly- nearly forgot. It's almost as if she- slipped my mind?
He pauses, a look of confusion crossing his face.
It's these damned implants again I just know it! I thought I'd solved the problem when I was out in Syndicate.
He stops typing and makes his way back towards the Camera. The feed stops abruptly.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Syndicate
Well it's finally happened.
Milo can be seen sitting at a desk. The backdrop is unfamiliar, the design Gallentean, but differing in several ways. There are fewer curves, and there are several organic-looking patterns around the edges of things.
Milo Gives a Sigh.
There was no chance I was going to be able to sit around in Nadire doing nothing for much longer I suppose. The Cartel makes work for Idle hands, and I've been Idle for a good while now.
I've been assigned an Agent in Syndicate. GN-ACS to be more precise.
I'd much rather be in Curse with the rest of the Ghosts, but it seems I committed some massive crime against the Angel Cartel in a past life, so I have to redeem myself here to start with.
Milo rubs his eyes.
It's not so bad I suppose. It was tiring getting in, but the Locals are slow and there aren't many of them. I've not run into any seriously organized groups yet. I'm hoping it stays that way.
End Log
Milo can be seen sitting at a desk. The backdrop is unfamiliar, the design Gallentean, but differing in several ways. There are fewer curves, and there are several organic-looking patterns around the edges of things.
Milo Gives a Sigh.
There was no chance I was going to be able to sit around in Nadire doing nothing for much longer I suppose. The Cartel makes work for Idle hands, and I've been Idle for a good while now.
I've been assigned an Agent in Syndicate. GN-ACS to be more precise.
I'd much rather be in Curse with the rest of the Ghosts, but it seems I committed some massive crime against the Angel Cartel in a past life, so I have to redeem myself here to start with.
Milo rubs his eyes.
It's not so bad I suppose. It was tiring getting in, but the Locals are slow and there aren't many of them. I've not run into any seriously organized groups yet. I'm hoping it stays that way.
End Log
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