Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,

~James walks slowly down a illuminated gangplank; his hands behind his back, on each side vast bays lay bare.  Immense machinery designed to shift and compress unrefined materials lay idle.   The only sound, his boots reverberating in the great empty spaces until he pass’s out of view. ~

A house is not a home.

~James is in his now familiar office.  The usual omnipresent wall displays are inactive; the office is bare of anything but furniture.  A small Sebiestor boy walks into the office holding a round transparent containment capsule enclosing a small overly domesticated ornamental fish.~

The boy> Kiruss doesn’t want to leave.

~James turns half smiling towards the boy. ~

James Syagrius> Really?

~The boy nods his head vigorously, sloshing the liquid environment contained within the capsule and its resident. ~

James Syagrius> I see.

The boy> Do we have to go?

~James sits on the corner of his desk now devoid of clutter his face impassive. ~

James Syagrius> Yes.

The boy> But why?

James Syagrius> Well some people have decided they want to hurt us, and I cannot properly protect you here.

~The boy frowns seeming to understand but saying noting. ~

James Syagrius> Are you all packed?

~The boy slowly nods yes. ~

~James smiles and the boy and points at the fish. ~

James Syagrius> Well good, now you should take Kiruss and get to the shuttle, we don’t want him to get nervous.  Will you be riding with Nana?

~The boy smiles and nods yes~

James Syagrius> Well get going!  ~shooing the boy along with his hands. ~

~The boy smiles, turns and hurries towards the door, then stops and faces James. ~

The boy> Well we ever get to come back?

~James looks at the boy and gently says~

James Syagrius> No.

~The boy considers this a moment, then turns and walks slowly through the door. ~

~James seeming older and smaller stares at the door for several moments.  Then stands and walks slowly to the barrier wall looking out over the familiar seascape for the last time. ~

The burdens of fate.

~James watches with rapt attention as the tiny holoimage of a young man hovering above his desk, speaks.~

Luc Saldissot> “Between the capsuleer corporations of the Federation there is a long tradition of lively collaboration, free exchange of ideas and active, engaging dialogue. Many of us believe that the development of social progress, better standards of life and inter-stellar peace is possible only in an atmosphere of freedom.

One can ask, how is it possible for anyone to be loyal to the Federation, as it is so multi-ethnic, wide spanning and liberal democracy with a great diversity of political thought and opinion?

The answer is that every relationship of a citizen and the Federation is different but personal. Loyalty to one's nation is not characterized by just a single quality. Although the Federation comprises a multitude of cultures, customs, races, bloodlines and traditions, the bond between a citizen and the community runs on a much deeper, personal level: it is not an artificially constructed bond.

From this foundation, we corporations Coriault Business Annex, Reclamation Technologies and Gallente Independent Progressive Alternative decided to form the Federal Consensus Outreach alliance to create a reliable framework for investments in common goals. In the future, other corporations may be invited to join the Federal Consensus Outreach.

Federal Consensus Outreach is not yet an established alliance. We are still in the process of trying out things. In the future, we will operate as a democracy as we continue to advance the principles of individual freedom, civil society and free enterprise across the cluster. On this journey, we welcome a wide variety of opinions and areas of interest in an association of mutual support and integration contributing to the betterment of all involved including the Federation itself.

In the words of President Arlette Villers, the Federation is not a defined region of space, of planets, of mountains, rivers, or woods. It is a vision.”

~James leans back in his chair, smiling to himself while turning to face the barrier wall and the ever familiar seascape. ~

James Syagrius > That young man should run for President someday.

Personal Log YC114.01.14.

~James sits at one end of a large oval table inside an oval room.  The architecture is typical for a Federation Station.  Muffled sounds of construction can be heard nearby. ~

James Syagrius> Personal log, computer please insert today’s date. 

James Syagrius> Remodeling has began on our newest office… ~is interrupted by a loud repeating percussive noise, James’s expression changes slightly showing some irritation.~ … located in the Astral Mining Refinery orbiting Intaki V.

James Syagrius> While material isn’t in as short supply as I had assumed, considering the political situation in Intaki, the work ethic of the locals is…. ~is interrupted again by a loud vibrating percussive noise, James’s expression changes again, showing even more irritation. ~ … exasperating.

James Syagrius> Overall I am pleased with the direction of things at the moment.  Kat has settled into his own, his business since is keen, even predatory.  Which in and of itself explains why… ~is interrupted yet again by a loud percussive noise, James’s expression doesn’t change, but he slowly starts drumming his fingers on the table’s surface~... which is why I asked him to take the post. 

James Syagrius> ~smirks to himself. ~ The brothers Polix continue to haul in vast amounts of product.  There drive, I honestly don’t understand, but the results are lucrative for them and Reclamations.

James Syagrius> Loreael, one of our new...  ~is interrupted by a loud percussive blast that is powerful enough to rattle the table and knock dust into the air, James takes on a worried look as he looks in the direction of the disturbance, then shakes his head while rubbing the bridge of his nose.~ ...members he can fly an Orca, always a bonus, and brings additionally robust skills in other areas to our labors.  While quiet, he has incorporated himself into the group and I have high hopes regarding his future. ~pauses for a second as if sniffing the air, in a raised voice.~ Is that smoke?  Do I smell smoke?  Well for the love of... End log.