"Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,"

~ In a darkened room aboard the Astral Mining Station orbiting Intaki V's Fifth Moon, James Syagrius sets quietly, stroking the hair of the small Sebiestor boy asleep on his lap, his gaze fixed on a small box made of expensive wood setting on a nearby table.  Quietly, barely above a whisper he says,

"Welcome home Robert."

"Hanging and wiving goes by destiny."

Lellah daughter of Hygelic flanked by a small Sebiestor boy and two discreetly dressed bodyguards, disembarks from a Helios class frigate. 

Surveying the vast hangar she fixes her imperious gaze upon the docking crew busily unloading her baggage. 

A young overly energetic Galleatian male in Aliastra Retail Center livery approaches her with a nod. 

“Welcome to Akila VI Ma’dame Syagrius! I have been asked to...”

A savage slap interrupts the young man, nearly toppling him.

Recovering himself he stares at the woman with a mix of amazement, anger, and fear as he and her small entourage brushes past him.

“Take me to my husband boy!”

Our doubts are traitors,

~James is standing at his desk, looking down on the tiny projected image of a young man in a Federal Navy uniform. ~

James Syagrius> So what your telling me Lieutenant is that there is, ~shrugs~ nothing you can tell me?  Is that correct?

Lt. Mabry> Yes Sir, that is about it.

James Syagrius> So Reclamation Technologies loses a freighter, loaded with ice and a crew, in a Federation high security system ~extends his arms outward~  far from the war zone, to State Protectorate forces and you can’t tell me why?

Lt. Mabry> Yes Sir, I can’t.  I, ~pauses~ what I mean to say is, ~pauses again~ no I can’t.

James Syagrius> And I suppose you can’t tell me why the Federal Navy didn’t respond?

Lt. Mabry> No Sir.  All I can say is that it appears that no Fed Navy assets were in system at the time of the unfortunate attack.

James Syagrius> ~Sighs~ Well thank you Lieutenant you have been considerably more helpful than the idiot who contacted me from Federal Admin.

Lt. Mabry> Again Mr. Syagrius I want to express the... ~James waves his hand over an indicator killing the communication.  The tiny figure of Lieutenant Mabry flickers out of existence in mid sentence. ~

~James walks over to the corner of his office to inspect the flag of the Federation standing proudly in the corner.~


~In a rare bust of expressed anger James grabs flag and pole roughly, then slams them to the floor. ~ 

Avarice? The vice of declining years.

~James watches the tiny figure floating above his desk end their discussion. ~

Name Redacted> “We understand that his would mean a significant change in the way you conduct business.  A businessman like you must realize the potential for profit in catering to vice.  I expect you will seriously consider our offer?”

James Syagrius> ~nodding politely towards the image. ~ I thank you for your kind offer and assure you Name Redacted that I will. 

Name Redacted> “Thank you for your time James.” ~Bowing the tiny figure winks out of existence. ~

~James selects a particularly succulent olive from a small bowl, and then leans back in his chair reflectively. ~ 

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's "Angel".

~ Slowly turning a fragment of charred metal between his thumb and forefingers, James walks down a familiar gangplank.  On each side vast bays filled with shimmering Blue Ice are being processed.  Stopping to absorb the spectacle of automated industrial might, he pitches the bit of metal into the air catches it, then with a smile tosses it into the bay below. ~ 

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.