The Sansha's Nation uniform that he wears to the ball is made of a thick polytextile material, charcoal with a glossy olive sheen to it. It is worn undone, with no shirt underneath. Four pockets on the front provide storage, and the TS-F Sword logo is patched onto the front over the heart. The Sansha's Nation logo is on the back of the high-necked collar.
The jacket has seven zips in the back for spinal spikes, though Tib has none of these. All the zippers are of the same charcoal and olive colour. If required, the heavy material can be zipped up. There are two spikes on the shoulder, pointing up and away from the face and neck.
The pants are of the same colour and material, and cut nicely. They tuck over his formal dress shoes.
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
[Private]
Log: 12.06.YC113.01:50
I have finally made the time to sit down and really get to know the new TS-F crew assigned to me after I let those who did not wish to follow me into Nation go from their contracts.
Well, obviously not all 1000 of them. Still, the key members, and the captains of both the industry and military wings.
My military captain, Kaercher, and I went through security procedures. I thought I had been paranoid in the past! There are technologies being used in my personal defense now that I had only dreamed of, and now it's at my command. I ran the crew through several test procedures, and while they seem a fairly laid back bunch when off duty, they snap to attention quick enough. Ship changing procedures are down to less than a minute long, which should prove handy. They are also extremely efficient at any task I seem to set them to.
The industry crew is similarly skilled, and even more focused than the military crew. They number in the 300, which is enough to pilot anything up to a Hulk. Pollutro, their Intaki captain, seems a bit shy, and I am a little worried that the pressures of the sometimes independent command demanded of him will be overwhelming for him. I'll have to watch and see.
In other news, I managed to get in some time to rest for the first time since joining Nation. I've been helping out some of the less experienced pilots within the SHARE infrastructure when I can, though I have plans for what to do next fermenting.
-Tiberious Thessalonia
I have finally made the time to sit down and really get to know the new TS-F crew assigned to me after I let those who did not wish to follow me into Nation go from their contracts.
Well, obviously not all 1000 of them. Still, the key members, and the captains of both the industry and military wings.
My military captain, Kaercher, and I went through security procedures. I thought I had been paranoid in the past! There are technologies being used in my personal defense now that I had only dreamed of, and now it's at my command. I ran the crew through several test procedures, and while they seem a fairly laid back bunch when off duty, they snap to attention quick enough. Ship changing procedures are down to less than a minute long, which should prove handy. They are also extremely efficient at any task I seem to set them to.
The industry crew is similarly skilled, and even more focused than the military crew. They number in the 300, which is enough to pilot anything up to a Hulk. Pollutro, their Intaki captain, seems a bit shy, and I am a little worried that the pressures of the sometimes independent command demanded of him will be overwhelming for him. I'll have to watch and see.
In other news, I managed to get in some time to rest for the first time since joining Nation. I've been helping out some of the less experienced pilots within the SHARE infrastructure when I can, though I have plans for what to do next fermenting.
-Tiberious Thessalonia
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
[Public] Why I did it.
11/09/113
The video feed opened in a small spartan room, undecorated except for the high backed swivel chair in which the Amarrian sat. His black hair was neatly combed, his goatee immaculate. One striking difference between him and the man his friends had known was the addition of a golden-irised cybernetic eye, which seemed to behave in all ways just as his other, natural, one did.
Tiberious leaned forward, looking into the 3d holographic imager, speaking directly to his viewers. His gaze was steady, his voice was calm and level.
"A few days ago, I left behind an empire, and joined a Nation. Since then I have found my name, previously held up as an avatar of compassion, of honesty, being dragged through the mud.
"This has mostly been done by those who had always had an interest in destroying me. Joining Sansha's Nation has just given them the avenue to do so. I don't care, particularly.
"Once, I would have. The only reason I was untouchable was because I refused to play in the shadows with the tools of subterfuge and intrigue. I still will not do this, and that is why I am putting forward my motivations here, for everyone to see."
He leaned back, folding his hands in front of himself with a fist into a palm. He glanced off to one side slightly, a small grin on his face. That was so familiar.
"I have desired to make the universe a better place. I have worked ceaselessly within the faith of the Amarr to bring the Amarr forward, to convince others that the path of peace is one worth following," he said, his eyes focusing on the camera again. "After all this work, its become clear to me that beyond a few spectacular shining lights, none of you want peace. What you want is an excuse to kill."
A hand swept up from its confines, sweeping through his hair for a moment.
"Lo and behold, someone has decided to arm you. Given ships you can control with your minds, and the gift to return when your misadventures would otherwise have ended your follies, you have seen fit to declare yourselves Gods," He said, smiling almost gently, "But gods must care for their people. You care only for momentary thrills and the apparently almighty power of the Interstellar Kredit.
"For this, you have murdered your crews, or the crews of others, and sometimes over something as small as a perceived insult, for to get a few laughs. For this, the masses on the ground see you as heroes, or demons sometimes, but always something to be admired," He paused briefly, settling into the silence. Behind him, the barren wall began to break down, becoming very basic geometric shapes pressed into a solid wall.
"Some people say I have turned my back on free will. Well, certaintly, if this is what free will brings. It is a price I will gladly pay to build a Utopia."
He turned slightly, towards the decompiling wall, reaching out a hand towards one of the shapes. This one was a pyramid, and it was joined via a series of strings to the other shapes.
"This is the unity I seek. The triangle still exists, but it is joined by a slender chain to its brothers and sisters. Together, they form something greater. Are they free? No," He turned his hand and returned the shape to the wall, where the shapes moved from their positions and formed a galaxy, "But they are as beautiful as they would have been seperate, and more importantly, they build something much more beautiful than any of them would have been alone."
He turned back to the camera, the galaxy shrinking back into nothingness, leaving only black.
"That is why I have joined Nation, friends."
The video feed opened in a small spartan room, undecorated except for the high backed swivel chair in which the Amarrian sat. His black hair was neatly combed, his goatee immaculate. One striking difference between him and the man his friends had known was the addition of a golden-irised cybernetic eye, which seemed to behave in all ways just as his other, natural, one did.
Tiberious leaned forward, looking into the 3d holographic imager, speaking directly to his viewers. His gaze was steady, his voice was calm and level.
"A few days ago, I left behind an empire, and joined a Nation. Since then I have found my name, previously held up as an avatar of compassion, of honesty, being dragged through the mud.
"This has mostly been done by those who had always had an interest in destroying me. Joining Sansha's Nation has just given them the avenue to do so. I don't care, particularly.
"Once, I would have. The only reason I was untouchable was because I refused to play in the shadows with the tools of subterfuge and intrigue. I still will not do this, and that is why I am putting forward my motivations here, for everyone to see."
He leaned back, folding his hands in front of himself with a fist into a palm. He glanced off to one side slightly, a small grin on his face. That was so familiar.
"I have desired to make the universe a better place. I have worked ceaselessly within the faith of the Amarr to bring the Amarr forward, to convince others that the path of peace is one worth following," he said, his eyes focusing on the camera again. "After all this work, its become clear to me that beyond a few spectacular shining lights, none of you want peace. What you want is an excuse to kill."
A hand swept up from its confines, sweeping through his hair for a moment.
"Lo and behold, someone has decided to arm you. Given ships you can control with your minds, and the gift to return when your misadventures would otherwise have ended your follies, you have seen fit to declare yourselves Gods," He said, smiling almost gently, "But gods must care for their people. You care only for momentary thrills and the apparently almighty power of the Interstellar Kredit.
"For this, you have murdered your crews, or the crews of others, and sometimes over something as small as a perceived insult, for to get a few laughs. For this, the masses on the ground see you as heroes, or demons sometimes, but always something to be admired," He paused briefly, settling into the silence. Behind him, the barren wall began to break down, becoming very basic geometric shapes pressed into a solid wall.
"Some people say I have turned my back on free will. Well, certaintly, if this is what free will brings. It is a price I will gladly pay to build a Utopia."
He turned slightly, towards the decompiling wall, reaching out a hand towards one of the shapes. This one was a pyramid, and it was joined via a series of strings to the other shapes.
"This is the unity I seek. The triangle still exists, but it is joined by a slender chain to its brothers and sisters. Together, they form something greater. Are they free? No," He turned his hand and returned the shape to the wall, where the shapes moved from their positions and formed a galaxy, "But they are as beautiful as they would have been seperate, and more importantly, they build something much more beautiful than any of them would have been alone."
He turned back to the camera, the galaxy shrinking back into nothingness, leaving only black.
"That is why I have joined Nation, friends."
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