Archive for January, 2010

On Ice

Posted in Downtime, General, Meta, Storyline on January 1, 2010 by Erbo

Erbo paused a moment to look over his ships as he was about to leave the hangar.  Neat rows of battlecruisers, frigates, mining ships, and others, dwarfed by the long oblong bulk of the Janne Wirman and the massive Tuomas Holopainen.  All of them had been “mothballed” for the time being, as it would be an unspecified time before he would need them again.

His eyes fell on the newest ship he’d acquired…the Zephyr-class exploration vessel, I Walk Alone.  She was graceful in a way that few ships were, her slender body connected to taut cables that supported her revolutionary light-sail propulsion system.  Pity I didn’t get a chance to actually fly it, he thought.  Maybe once I wake up.

He took note of the huge station warehouses off to the side as well, labeled with the Greek-letter monogram of the Ralpha Dogs.  The contents of the corporate hangars of this, the Ralpha Dogs’ sole remaining office, had been transferred here for safekeeping…not that anything would happen to them, hopefully, but you never know.

He thought of the bulletin he’d sent out to corporate members:

Suspension of Operations

Due to financial crisis and unemployment in Real Life, the Ralpha Dogs are temporarily suspending operations, as Lexx, Selena, and I will all have our accounts suspended. As of now, any corp member who wishes to leave us and join up with a new corp is free to do so with our blessing, and, if/when we resume operations, we’ll gladly take you back.

We apologize for this and we hope to be back as soon as humanly possible.

Clear skies to all!

– Erbo Evans, Abbot, ΡΑΔ

Hopefully that would explain the situation to everyone adequately.

The corporate office was silent and dark.  Selena stood there waiting for him, in front of three cryonic suspension tubes that had recently been installed.  Inside one, Fanchon’s sleeping form could be seen.

“Looks like that’s everything,” said Erbo.  “There’s enough in the corporate account to cover the rent here for awhile.  Either things should still be good when we wake up…or it won’t matter anyway.”

“Not quite everything,” said Selena.

“Huh?” asked Erbo.

Selena grabbed Erbo by the front of his uniform, dragging his face down to hers, where she kissed him long and hard.  She let go, and backed into the second of the cryonic suspension tubes.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart,” she said.  She triggered the mechanism, and the tube swung slowly shut.  Within seconds, she had dropped off to sleep.

Erbo gazed at her for a long moment, before he climbed into his own suspension tube, last of the three.  He took a deep breath, then pressed the button to activate the mechanism.

As the glass top of the tube swung shut, he murmured to himself, “Whenever ‘tomorrow’ may come…”

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Sadly, this post is not entirely fictional.  I’ve been out of a job in Real Life since the beginning of December, and we’ll have to suspend operations in EVE until such time as I find another one.  As such, there will probably be no further posts on this blog until such time as we do reactivate everything.  I pray it’s not a lengthy interruption, but we do what we must to survive until then.  Thanks for reading.