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Posted by: Havohej : Category: ¶ For centuries, New Eden has existed in a state of tentative peace. Every now and then, there would be a ripple in the fabric of the Non-Aggression Pact between the four empires, enforced by the CONCORD Assembly. Sometimes these ripples would be minor, sometimes they would be quite major indeed. But always they were mere ripples, never tears.
¶ At 09:07 on 2008.6.10, that peace was shattered. An unidentified mixed fleet composed of Minmatar and Thukker Tribe warships plowed through Ammatar and Amarr defenses in an overwhelming blitzkrieg offensive, liberating tens of millions of slaves and returning the Starkmanir tribe to their Minmatar brethren. At 14:27, a Caldari State fleet breached the Gallente Federation border and did not stop until it had captured and locked down the Federation’s capital system of Luminaire.
¶ It was a day of triumph and joy for some. For others, it was a day of horror and grief. Many felt emotions across the spectrum, crying tears of profound pride one moment and wracked with mourning the next. For everyone in New Eden, it was a day of pandemonium, waves of which were felt in the farthest 0.0 star clusters. Nearly a billion lives were lost that day across New Eden. Their blood has ushered in a new age. The CONCORD Assembly still enforces law in the core regions of the four empires, ensuring relative safety to citizens and capsuleers not involved in the wars being fought between the Matari-Gallente bloc and the Amarr-Caldari bloc.
¶ In the interest of history, I log here in this Chronicle a recording of The Scope’s new feed from 2008.6.10. I offer no commentary beyond that which I have already said, which has already been too much; nothing that can be said does justice to the sheer impact of that day.
em·py·re·an –noun
- the highest heaven, supposed by the ancients to contain the pure element of fire.
- the visible heavens; the firmament.
This is where we live. Work. Fight. In the empyrean. Our destinies are forged here. Whether we mine for precious minerals with which to build implements of destruction, or use those implements ourselves to try and impose our will on those who would share the empyrean with us, we make our own way.
Unfortunately it is the nature of life in 0.0 (at least, the way we’re living it) creates political situations and security concerns regarding what information can or cannot be released to the public. Thus, as this Chronicle is being publicly broadcast, I have had precious little to log here of late.
That said, I wanted to let anyone who is following DFIAS’ progress know that we are still very much alive, our skills as pilots are improving and our position in New Eden is looking better and better for the future.
