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. Just last weekend I followed a crew into a wormhole, just to see what all the fuss was about and I can tell you there are some beautiful systems at the end of those tunnels. I'll tell you more after this song from Khanid Kaos, this is Laser Dawn over Minmatar....
1st Reflection....
1st Reflection....
Angelina Ballentyne shifted her weight as she pushed the last component into place and closed the panel. A few keypresses and the lights all flicked from red to green. Another successful installation. Wiping her hands on a rag she let the technician slide the armour plate into place and begin sealing the hull. She rotated her arm, it still felt stiff from the wound that Gallicia had inflicted, even though the cellular regenerators had performed marvels. It had been close though, she might have lost the arm. Gallicia was now gone, William had seen to that. From what she had heard through the scattered talk from Esna and Ithiria there had been an incident, one that had struck Ithiria hard. But that was for them to sort out. Carmilla was the only thing on her mind. William had rescued her, true, but one of her first calls after being rescued was to Ithiria. And later when they were all together they all warned her, begged her, pleaded with her not to go.... because William was planning something. Aaah well, when she gets back I'll warn her myself. After all, she is my little sister and it's my job to look after her.
So there I was in this wormhole and flying around looking at the sites. The crew I was with had already been here and destroyed anything that was a potential threat. Wow is all I will say, Wow! The structures that are here are unlike anything I had seen anywhere in Empire or the outer rings. Even the ship wrecks were strange. What can you do when everything you find in a wormhole is so alien? Well let me ask you this.... what must we look like to them? Here is another cold dash of realism from Stellar Ice with their new hit Airlock Blues.....
2nd Reflection
Carmilla D'Morenta stood in her cabin on her Prowler and looked at the small capsules in her hand and the little vial. She had paid over the odds for them, as she wanted as innocuous looking as possible and that meant fooling the bio-scanners. It pained her to do this, but something was happening she was powerless to stop. Esna and her Mistress had warned her that something was coming. Even Sera had been there and pleaded. At the time, so soon after her rescue from Gallicia she rebelled. There was no way William would hurt her, they were all jealous of his love for her, and hers for him. It had sounded good at the time, even though it distressed her to see the look on Ithiria's face when she left. Just one more denial, added to the pile. That changed when she saw the message on her ship board terminal, from her crew down in Eystur. Mizhara Del'thul was working with William. They warned her with utmost caution that the job was blown, no good could come from it. But it was William, she said. It was Mizhara, they said. A rescan in the clonebay and a poison purchase. No matter what happens I won't let them take me she thought as she injected the poison just outside their house. I still have to tell him that I gave my soul to Ithiria, but he has my heart. Surely that will be enough... as long as he doesnt' make me choose again. She hefted her bag and opened the door.
So all talk is on the new push by IT alliance and their allies in the west. All eyes are on them, bets have been placed and people are flocking to see the fights. The list of their opponents is long and distinguished, and there are sure to be some major engagements. I remember years ago when I watched the TCF run from BoB... and it looks like it's happened again. But what can you expect when you are outclassed, outgunned..... As long as they don't come back this way, who cares where they go. Here is Running from the Enemy by Full Bore Automatic, turn it up loud on the Great Wildlands Stellarcast....
3rd Reflection
Victor Ballentyne sat in the CEO's chair at the Symphony O.M.N. Research Laboratories main office. Gallicia had vanished, reputed to have been captured by Carmilla's man, William. Good for him. For too long he'd seen Gallica's infatuation with Carmilla, the one that got away. It was bad enough all those years when he'd been forced to watch the degredation of his half sister, seen what he did to her. But he'd been surprised as well. She'd survived three times at the serpent dance, she'd survived the a tattooing without anesthesia. Six years she had survived at his hands, when the most others had... was two at the most. But then.... she was a Ballentyne. He checked his terminal and saw the mail he was waiting for. A meeting had been setup for him, confirmation was given that he was accepted as CEO of the corporation. He looked at the three pictures on the table that he had put there. Carmilla. Angelina. Victoria. They always had been one hell of a family. Stubbing out the cigar he was smoking he closed the pictures. Just not his family, and he didn't need it. Now he had Ithiria. Strange how things work out he mused.
Crime has been increasing recently I heard, in the Minmatar Region of Heimatar. Several high profile robberies have taken place where considerable amounts of jewellery, isk and artworks have been taken. According to my sources it matches the profile of a gang that were around a few years ago. Either way it's a lot of rich people whining while the poor people are laughing. Not that the thief is giving away his proceed... of if he is it isn't coming my way. So mystery robber, if you are listening to this, drop on round and trade in some of your loot for your very own GWS teeshirt. Here is Dakka Dakka Dakka from the Iron Renegades.....
4th Reflection
Doctor Kim Leander opened the door to the furnace and wheeled the trolly around so she could push the body inside. She whistled as she worked, pushing the headless body in with an ease that belied her size. No one would come looking for them, and if they did... there was plenty more room on her shelf. Taking off her blood stained coat she threw that in as well and then closed the door. Walking back to medical bay she joked with a few pilots who were nearby, checked a wall roster for a few moments then sat down behind her desk. On the terminal on her desk was a brainscan, a complete copy of the human brain of one of her victims. At the edge of the desk was a cryogenically stored head, one of four she had. The last of her trials were complete, she knew now it was possible to ressurect the head, to implant the brain scan and keep it alive. Sane, now that was another matter. It's one thing to be reanimated from the dead.. it's quite another to open your eyes and find your severed head is alive and kicking, so to speak, in a nutrient fluid in a bowl. No one else had managed to do what she'd done. A tiny part of her said there was a reason for that, but the psychotic side of her personallity agreed with the part that enjoyed hearing her patients scream. Morality is for the weak, she smiled.
Well that's all for Rocking Ricky this evening I hope you have enjoyed the last few hours of heavy metal. If you havn't been to a Wormhole yet I can't recommend it fast enough. I'm going back tonight, an artist friend of mine is taking me and he's going to be painting a proton star. Well lets all reflect on that for awhile, everyone is different. 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......
So there I was in this wormhole and flying around looking at the sites. The crew I was with had already been here and destroyed anything that was a potential threat. Wow is all I will say, Wow! The structures that are here are unlike anything I had seen anywhere in Empire or the outer rings. Even the ship wrecks were strange. What can you do when everything you find in a wormhole is so alien? Well let me ask you this.... what must we look like to them? Here is another cold dash of realism from Stellar Ice with their new hit Airlock Blues.....
2nd Reflection
Carmilla D'Morenta stood in her cabin on her Prowler and looked at the small capsules in her hand and the little vial. She had paid over the odds for them, as she wanted as innocuous looking as possible and that meant fooling the bio-scanners. It pained her to do this, but something was happening she was powerless to stop. Esna and her Mistress had warned her that something was coming. Even Sera had been there and pleaded. At the time, so soon after her rescue from Gallicia she rebelled. There was no way William would hurt her, they were all jealous of his love for her, and hers for him. It had sounded good at the time, even though it distressed her to see the look on Ithiria's face when she left. Just one more denial, added to the pile. That changed when she saw the message on her ship board terminal, from her crew down in Eystur. Mizhara Del'thul was working with William. They warned her with utmost caution that the job was blown, no good could come from it. But it was William, she said. It was Mizhara, they said. A rescan in the clonebay and a poison purchase. No matter what happens I won't let them take me she thought as she injected the poison just outside their house. I still have to tell him that I gave my soul to Ithiria, but he has my heart. Surely that will be enough... as long as he doesnt' make me choose again. She hefted her bag and opened the door.
So all talk is on the new push by IT alliance and their allies in the west. All eyes are on them, bets have been placed and people are flocking to see the fights. The list of their opponents is long and distinguished, and there are sure to be some major engagements. I remember years ago when I watched the TCF run from BoB... and it looks like it's happened again. But what can you expect when you are outclassed, outgunned..... As long as they don't come back this way, who cares where they go. Here is Running from the Enemy by Full Bore Automatic, turn it up loud on the Great Wildlands Stellarcast....
3rd Reflection
Victor Ballentyne sat in the CEO's chair at the Symphony O.M.N. Research Laboratories main office. Gallicia had vanished, reputed to have been captured by Carmilla's man, William. Good for him. For too long he'd seen Gallica's infatuation with Carmilla, the one that got away. It was bad enough all those years when he'd been forced to watch the degredation of his half sister, seen what he did to her. But he'd been surprised as well. She'd survived three times at the serpent dance, she'd survived the a tattooing without anesthesia. Six years she had survived at his hands, when the most others had... was two at the most. But then.... she was a Ballentyne. He checked his terminal and saw the mail he was waiting for. A meeting had been setup for him, confirmation was given that he was accepted as CEO of the corporation. He looked at the three pictures on the table that he had put there. Carmilla. Angelina. Victoria. They always had been one hell of a family. Stubbing out the cigar he was smoking he closed the pictures. Just not his family, and he didn't need it. Now he had Ithiria. Strange how things work out he mused.
Crime has been increasing recently I heard, in the Minmatar Region of Heimatar. Several high profile robberies have taken place where considerable amounts of jewellery, isk and artworks have been taken. According to my sources it matches the profile of a gang that were around a few years ago. Either way it's a lot of rich people whining while the poor people are laughing. Not that the thief is giving away his proceed... of if he is it isn't coming my way. So mystery robber, if you are listening to this, drop on round and trade in some of your loot for your very own GWS teeshirt. Here is Dakka Dakka Dakka from the Iron Renegades.....
4th Reflection
Doctor Kim Leander opened the door to the furnace and wheeled the trolly around so she could push the body inside. She whistled as she worked, pushing the headless body in with an ease that belied her size. No one would come looking for them, and if they did... there was plenty more room on her shelf. Taking off her blood stained coat she threw that in as well and then closed the door. Walking back to medical bay she joked with a few pilots who were nearby, checked a wall roster for a few moments then sat down behind her desk. On the terminal on her desk was a brainscan, a complete copy of the human brain of one of her victims. At the edge of the desk was a cryogenically stored head, one of four she had. The last of her trials were complete, she knew now it was possible to ressurect the head, to implant the brain scan and keep it alive. Sane, now that was another matter. It's one thing to be reanimated from the dead.. it's quite another to open your eyes and find your severed head is alive and kicking, so to speak, in a nutrient fluid in a bowl. No one else had managed to do what she'd done. A tiny part of her said there was a reason for that, but the psychotic side of her personallity agreed with the part that enjoyed hearing her patients scream. Morality is for the weak, she smiled.
Well that's all for Rocking Ricky this evening I hope you have enjoyed the last few hours of heavy metal. If you havn't been to a Wormhole yet I can't recommend it fast enough. I'm going back tonight, an artist friend of mine is taking me and he's going to be painting a proton star. Well lets all reflect on that for awhile, everyone is different. 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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