This is Rocking Ricky, bringing you all the tunes that are fit to play in a stellarcast straight from the Great Wildlands. Broadcasting to you around the region, around the clock because the music never ends out here, we go on and on. This next tune is for a little lady out there in 168-6h, Gallente Mining Blues by the Orbital Retro's, mine that ore lil' lady and let Rocking Ricky play the next cycle.....
1st Reflection......
Darin Rea sat at her desk, reams of paper scattered around it, data crystals and datatablets. She was humming to herself and compiling a list of name, one by one, cross checking them with the names of those who died at Sibot. Smiling, she compiled the names on the data crystal and held it up with satisfaction. Soon, she thought, with the saints blessing, she would be able to confront Angelina alone. So much rage and hurt in one person, so much anger and pain. Only the blessed Saint would be able to offer the salvation needed. Though repentance must be voluntary she though, shaking her head as she thought of the road ahead. Salvation comes only on the road that is walked with a heavy heart and the knowledge that it must be walked. And, though my brothers died by her hand, verily I would walk with her.
I heard on the grape vine that Band of Brothers had actually planned to go out they way they did. The so called defector worked his way into Goonswarm and helped pull the plug. Well we may be a long way out here in the Great Wildlands, but somethings still ring true. Out here we don't care about your politics, all that matters is who you are and how hard you can party! Here is a great song by the lovely Lamella Chainz, Full Bore Automatic, coming to you from the GWS to all those roaming Rifters.....
2nd Reflection....
Esna Pitoojee watched over the sleeping form on the ships internal security screen. Here they were, albeit it at a friendly station, but far far away from M-M3DB. He had let her into his own ship, and later aboard one of his corporations Carriers. Putting her safety paramount, rushing her away from a gunfight. Some of it he still didn't understand, but one thing he did. Gallicia, her former Master and a stain on Amarrian honour, was in league with Blooders. That alone burned within him with a fury, that such.... beauty was tarnished by such contact. He saw within her a simplicity, a carefree nature almost of the child. Of course there were times when he had seen her afraid, and scared..... but other times she was so free and happy. His conversations with her had shown they both looked at things the same way, both recognised that change was going to be difficult, but worthwhile. Looking over at his slaves he wondered how someone could treat them as bad as Carmilla had been treated. It was unthinkable. But it happened every day, from the common soldier to the nobility. At some point, for whatever reason there was always cruelty to slaves. He watched as she stirred then gestured to his slaves, who ran to do his bidding and awake and care for their visitor.
"Change will come," he whispered.
So there I was the other day, flying my wolf through the pipe to Empire and I came across a badger deep in an asteroid belt. Here, in the depths of null-space a brave and plucky pioneer was staking his claim and mining. Now I'm not a bad guy at heart, after all I'll play even the worst Caldari smash music hit if enough people request it.... but this guy didn't even talk to me as I broadcasted to him. If there is one thing I don't stand for it's people being impolite and as his pod sat there in space around the wreckage of his ship.... Aaah hell, but you don't want to listen to me whining on about my latest podkill, you want tunes to fight to, music to mine to, and something to kick back and watch the sun go down with. Here's another cult classic from Dr Morocco and the Gas Giant V..... turn it up loud just the way it's meant to be....
3rd Reflection
Angelina Ballentyne, the Butcher of Sibot and cold blooded killer sat in the corner of the shower cubicle crying. Her whole body shook as she cried, the scalding shower water washing away the tears as she tried to wash away the taint of the Admiral. She scrubbed every inch and still felt unclean, still wept. At this moment in time she felt so alone, what she had to go through to keep her sister alive and out of the hands of monsters. So much was going on with them both at the moment. Gallicia was the worst, then the Admiral, then the thousand and one other people who wanted her dead or worse. But even as she sat hunched over, holding her legs and shaking she realised that no matter what, there were people who would look after her, friends, associates. People who would die for her, as she would for them. She would have to come out soon and leave the shower, put back on her normal face and show the world the cold hearted murderer she was. The only problem was she was beginning to forget what she looked like, the mirrors no longer showed who she was, only who she had become. She longed for the days when they were together as a family, but even now the memories were fading... all she had left was Carmilla, and she would protect her with every fiber of her being.
This is a quick traffic notification, the gate controls in AB-FZE have failed once again and everyone has to detour around. Thank god for jump bridges I say, and thanks to the bridge jockeys in the BY5, I'm sending you all official Great Wildlands Stellarcast teeshirts and hull markings. Don't forget Stellarfans... when you see someone or something with the GWS logo on the side fire off a volley! Just remember, no targetting! A golden oldie for the station construction crew who just sent in a picture of the GWS logo on their new home. Jump around to Sanshas Lady and the Marrionettes with Just a Doll for you.....
4th Reflection...
Gallicia sat quite content on a pile of old stone, a grand piano has been set up before him in the remains of an ancient temple. Several of his slaves knelt around him as he played and he played well, the acoustics of the old structure far from ideal, but the weather was warm and the smell of the cooking fires were wafting over to him. He closed his eyes and played his Symphony of Pain and revelled in the feelings that he brought out in himself when he heard it played perfectly. A couple of screams and gunshots in the distance, followed by laughter did nothing to stop his playing and only the gentle cough of his bodyguard and a large plate of food opened his eyes. As he watched the sun go down, throwing occasional scraps to his slaves he wondered about how things were turning out. Everything was now set in place to recapture his lost prize, the only slave of his to escape, and to kill him in the process, a most remarkable achievement. The only slave he mused, to have survived three Serpentis Snake Dances.... he thought back and wondered how she had managed to stay alive when so many had died before. Then he laughed. He would ask her soon, and maybe even he'd have her sister as well. He'd never had a pair of sisters dance for him before. The thought made me excited and aroused and he reached for a long cane that was resting on the piano. Lust and sadism glinted in his eyes and it wasn't long before those guards by the fire pits heard the sounds coming from the ruins that they had heard so many times before.
Well that's all for Rocking Ricky this evening I hope you have enjoyed this brief sojurn into the golden years of music. I'd like you all to pause with reflection for the moment, and think back.... think about all those things you'd like to do but can't or don't. Remember stellarfans, most of us only live once so cram everything into it that you can. Experience it all. And for those of you who are roaming the space lanes, immortal in your pods.... keep that clone updated and tune in to the Great Wildlands Stellarcast! This is Rocking Ricky signing off......
1st Reflection......
Darin Rea sat at her desk, reams of paper scattered around it, data crystals and datatablets. She was humming to herself and compiling a list of name, one by one, cross checking them with the names of those who died at Sibot. Smiling, she compiled the names on the data crystal and held it up with satisfaction. Soon, she thought, with the saints blessing, she would be able to confront Angelina alone. So much rage and hurt in one person, so much anger and pain. Only the blessed Saint would be able to offer the salvation needed. Though repentance must be voluntary she though, shaking her head as she thought of the road ahead. Salvation comes only on the road that is walked with a heavy heart and the knowledge that it must be walked. And, though my brothers died by her hand, verily I would walk with her.
I heard on the grape vine that Band of Brothers had actually planned to go out they way they did. The so called defector worked his way into Goonswarm and helped pull the plug. Well we may be a long way out here in the Great Wildlands, but somethings still ring true. Out here we don't care about your politics, all that matters is who you are and how hard you can party! Here is a great song by the lovely Lamella Chainz, Full Bore Automatic, coming to you from the GWS to all those roaming Rifters.....
2nd Reflection....
Esna Pitoojee watched over the sleeping form on the ships internal security screen. Here they were, albeit it at a friendly station, but far far away from M-M3DB. He had let her into his own ship, and later aboard one of his corporations Carriers. Putting her safety paramount, rushing her away from a gunfight. Some of it he still didn't understand, but one thing he did. Gallicia, her former Master and a stain on Amarrian honour, was in league with Blooders. That alone burned within him with a fury, that such.... beauty was tarnished by such contact. He saw within her a simplicity, a carefree nature almost of the child. Of course there were times when he had seen her afraid, and scared..... but other times she was so free and happy. His conversations with her had shown they both looked at things the same way, both recognised that change was going to be difficult, but worthwhile. Looking over at his slaves he wondered how someone could treat them as bad as Carmilla had been treated. It was unthinkable. But it happened every day, from the common soldier to the nobility. At some point, for whatever reason there was always cruelty to slaves. He watched as she stirred then gestured to his slaves, who ran to do his bidding and awake and care for their visitor.
"Change will come," he whispered.
So there I was the other day, flying my wolf through the pipe to Empire and I came across a badger deep in an asteroid belt. Here, in the depths of null-space a brave and plucky pioneer was staking his claim and mining. Now I'm not a bad guy at heart, after all I'll play even the worst Caldari smash music hit if enough people request it.... but this guy didn't even talk to me as I broadcasted to him. If there is one thing I don't stand for it's people being impolite and as his pod sat there in space around the wreckage of his ship.... Aaah hell, but you don't want to listen to me whining on about my latest podkill, you want tunes to fight to, music to mine to, and something to kick back and watch the sun go down with. Here's another cult classic from Dr Morocco and the Gas Giant V..... turn it up loud just the way it's meant to be....
3rd Reflection
Angelina Ballentyne, the Butcher of Sibot and cold blooded killer sat in the corner of the shower cubicle crying. Her whole body shook as she cried, the scalding shower water washing away the tears as she tried to wash away the taint of the Admiral. She scrubbed every inch and still felt unclean, still wept. At this moment in time she felt so alone, what she had to go through to keep her sister alive and out of the hands of monsters. So much was going on with them both at the moment. Gallicia was the worst, then the Admiral, then the thousand and one other people who wanted her dead or worse. But even as she sat hunched over, holding her legs and shaking she realised that no matter what, there were people who would look after her, friends, associates. People who would die for her, as she would for them. She would have to come out soon and leave the shower, put back on her normal face and show the world the cold hearted murderer she was. The only problem was she was beginning to forget what she looked like, the mirrors no longer showed who she was, only who she had become. She longed for the days when they were together as a family, but even now the memories were fading... all she had left was Carmilla, and she would protect her with every fiber of her being.
This is a quick traffic notification, the gate controls in AB-FZE have failed once again and everyone has to detour around. Thank god for jump bridges I say, and thanks to the bridge jockeys in the BY5, I'm sending you all official Great Wildlands Stellarcast teeshirts and hull markings. Don't forget Stellarfans... when you see someone or something with the GWS logo on the side fire off a volley! Just remember, no targetting! A golden oldie for the station construction crew who just sent in a picture of the GWS logo on their new home. Jump around to Sanshas Lady and the Marrionettes with Just a Doll for you.....
4th Reflection...
Gallicia sat quite content on a pile of old stone, a grand piano has been set up before him in the remains of an ancient temple. Several of his slaves knelt around him as he played and he played well, the acoustics of the old structure far from ideal, but the weather was warm and the smell of the cooking fires were wafting over to him. He closed his eyes and played his Symphony of Pain and revelled in the feelings that he brought out in himself when he heard it played perfectly. A couple of screams and gunshots in the distance, followed by laughter did nothing to stop his playing and only the gentle cough of his bodyguard and a large plate of food opened his eyes. As he watched the sun go down, throwing occasional scraps to his slaves he wondered about how things were turning out. Everything was now set in place to recapture his lost prize, the only slave of his to escape, and to kill him in the process, a most remarkable achievement. The only slave he mused, to have survived three Serpentis Snake Dances.... he thought back and wondered how she had managed to stay alive when so many had died before. Then he laughed. He would ask her soon, and maybe even he'd have her sister as well. He'd never had a pair of sisters dance for him before. The thought made me excited and aroused and he reached for a long cane that was resting on the piano. Lust and sadism glinted in his eyes and it wasn't long before those guards by the fire pits heard the sounds coming from the ruins that they had heard so many times before.
Well that's all for Rocking Ricky this evening I hope you have enjoyed this brief sojurn into the golden years of music. I'd like you all to pause with reflection for the moment, and think back.... think about all those things you'd like to do but can't or don't. Remember stellarfans, most of us only live once so cram everything into it that you can. Experience it all. And for those of you who are roaming the space lanes, immortal in your pods.... keep that clone updated and tune in to the Great Wildlands Stellarcast! This is Rocking Ricky signing off......
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