Heh... I'm not allowed to say what I did today, so I'm off the hook as far as my log is concerned.... Goodnight :-P
Real World



Well, looking back on how much I haven't logged over the last year, I'm faced with the daunting task of catching up or just giving up. I'll try my best to do the former, though, as I have enjoyed putting my ruminations into tangible form for others to read. I certainly still have enough recordings to use, so fear not, all will be written and uploaded eventually.

I'm still in Zion following the Bread Feast, which once again offered a muchly welcome reprieve from the slop I'm usually faced with at each meal. I realized that it was after last autumn's bread feast that I lost track of updating my journal here, so with any luck, the realization that I'm a year behind will offer enough of an impetus to facilitate my completion of all the backlog.

Good grief, I sound like the Architect. I've been spending far too much time writing up source citations for Zion. It's nice to write something with actual thought for a change.

Again, I apologize for the delay, and I'll see how much I can get done on that backlog.

- Stack
Captain Stack


In the midst of all our fighting with the Cypherites and whatnot going on lately, the Merovingian decided to throw a surprise party at the Parallaxis warehouse club down in Uriah. Must have been trying to get the newblets on his side, since that's near the hardline that all new redpills spill out of after training nowadays.

It was the first time I came face to face with the big Exile himself, and I even got a chance to shake his hand.

I kept things formal, even though I wanted to delete his little digital french ass. "It is an honor to meet you, sir."

"Welcome, monsieur," he replied. "It is my pleasure. Please, enjoy yourself."

"You're wasting your time, though. We humans have little to gain from serving you. I think you'll find too many of us have already made our decisions for where our loyalties lie."

He shrugged off my taunt without much worry. "Well, monsieur, I like to think that it is never too late. I am an optimist, perhaps, yes, but I believe it to be true."

He went on to shake other hands and oversee the usual dancing, cake eating, and lesbian kissing typical of his shindigs. All in all it was a good crowd, with plenty of lovely ladies in red and plenty of old familiar faces all around: NullWhite, Psykopig, Starschwar, and several others all showed up as well to mingle with the Merovingian.

I felt like there was someone else there too, though... can't quite put my finger on it.

Oh well. No sense wasting any time thinking too hard about it.

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We're never going to defeat the Cypherites by doing exactly what we've always been doing. So I decided it's high time to try something new.

Like learning how to use two handguns at once.

That, and I spent some time meditating in Sakura on the roof of the temple, becoming one with the universe or something.

And I wasn't the only one who picked up something new: Jerecht has come back, and has a new name. After his run-in with the Assassin a few months back, he's gone through a lot to repair his RSI and has taken on the new name Haraden. He's rejoined us on The Belteshazzar and is eager to help.

Things are finally starting to go right again.

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Even the Machinists aren't safe from the Cypherites: Starschwar was apparently captured recently and tortured, part of which seems to have involved cannibalism.

I guess it's nice to have a common enemy.


With the threat of the Cypherites growing, Tyndall granted me top-level clearance to dig through some comm logs to try to figure out what's been happening lately with our operatives dropping off the radar. I had to run the data over to another lab for analysis, and it turned out that the HvCFT Nescire turned Cyph on us. It certainly does explain how Veil slipped through their fingers and why one of our crews dropped dead yesterday.

Tyndall ordered a nearby ship to intercept them while I was sent in to kick them out of the Matrix. Going in alone, I was easily able to get to their captain, the rest of the crew offering a few casual greetings on my way in. Within moments I was able to take him down, and the rest of the crew didn't put up much of a fight.

I do love the element of surprise.

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Once again, we detected two possible locations where Veil was reported to be meeting with someone. As before, I ambushed one while the Machines took out another. We detected Veil at my location, but as I half-expected, the signal vanished as soon as I entered the room, leaving only a faint residual signal.

We lost comms with the Machines as soon as I left, so I headed over to their location to find another Zion crew, all dead. Looked like their jacks had all been pulled.

We have to put a stop to this. I don't care what it takes.

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Captain Stack


Our recent investigations have determined that Veil managed to establish lines of communication out of Zion during her imprisonment, which means we likely have traitors in our midst. We recorded some of her transmissions, but they were too heavily encrypted for our own technicians to decode quickly, so we got the Machines to process the data for us from within the Matrix. I had barely returned to the lobby when they cracked through it. Not only that, but they had two locations where Veil might have been broadcasting at that moment.

Tyndall sent the crew of the HvCFT Nescire over to one of the sites and I headed for the other. I managed to take out the whole nest of them, but Veil wasn't on site. By the time I had secured the area, the crew of the Nescire reported nothing as well.

At least we're making progress. As their numbers diminish, ours grow: we picked up two more crewmembers later tonight. "Strength in numbers," as they always say, or "Teh Zerg will pwn you all," as they also say sometimes, too....

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