Field Report:NUBERANGER of Edgar Reece Industries called me in under the current exclusive contract with our company, HIRED, with the contract being to supply aluminum to Solrain Core. Under concurrent orders to “map every asteroid field in Solrain Space”
and then you can publish one of your “Hopestead Herald”s!!!
I proceeded to the Wanderer’s Pond jumpgate and noted 3 distinct fields a short distance beyond the gate. As my DeepRadar modx indicated they were all “common” asteroids, I named the field “Wanderer’s Common” and began mapping them while completing mining missions for the faction. As I made my second return trip to begin mapping the ‘Lane’ cluster, something very, very strange happened - possibly including a loss of consciousness.
I aborted the mission to map the third cluster and returned to Solrain Core station, summoned the on-call butcher, Scaggwhistle, and began this report.
~11YANA\HIRED
She handed the clipboard over to DUBE’s righthand man at the back of NUBERANGER’s ‘Viceroy’ Freighter and headed in the commons of Solrain Core Station to the private apartment reserved for “associates of E.R.I.”
Rooms in back corners, some safehouses safer than others
‘ The voice … felt like yours;’ she thought-told the voice who’d been a constant critic and close friend since what happened in Jenos. ‘but weaker, fading in and out’
it caused static in the signal when we protected you from it/them, wresting them away - brash but ultimately weak
Weak is exactly what 11Yana felt as she walked through the door of the luxury apartment, and she dramatically turned and fell backward into the plush sofa. Watching planet Soria through the apartment’s AdamantaGlass ceiling, ‘Yana allowed her thoughts to spin with planet, and her mindworm hummed to her:
…. now we’re virgly not a lone
You’re a weak willed coward there, here you can save the galaxy
When the playground itself is the underdog, shot dead and re-risen like your Papa in Coma on a Server in Moscow. I can go back to my ‘yahoo’ emails for 2010 when they were about to shoot it in the head. Most of them were what I have now, ideas for changes that will help ‘save the game’.
Here’s a piece of a response to one of those emails that’s entirely classless of me to share, but I’d like to wave when I try to negotiate with those in possession of what’s left of the ‘server code’:
The Prosthetics are being changed from a manufactured item to a tradegood, and I’ll turn them on in the next econ-related patch I can do. I’ve made a few small data format adjustments in the code to enable the work for that patch, but haven’t started the real code changes yet. It may be a couple of patches before I can get that going, but I want to do it soon, because this work itself enables adding contraband later.
A month later, November 2010, are the ones where he tells me not to bother emailing my businessplan to ole Scorch and that we’d have to be pulling in around $16k a month to make a serious bid on the IP to make it a ‘community’ server.
Back then the business plan involved adapting what I learned from what League of Legends was doing in both terms of monetization and community management - my chief among the changes was allowing squads to customize the skins of their ships with community-approved designs. It was crazy what people were paying for digital hats for their digital ships, paying the extra to unlock that feature for your squad is a no-brainer if you want to get any recruits.
In Dedication to Pastor Paul,
the rest goes behind this ‘ere wall
It’s letting out the air
of the unseen but quite there
Not too miss my friend,
One for All here After All
Just a little funding bend
To Keep us Warm Inversion’s Fall