Good afternoon, pilots.
Several days ago, a pilot flying under the assumed name of 'Sin the Sought' broke into our factory vault and stole several dozen valuable blueprints and completed ship hulls.
Rest assured that any orders you may have placed with us are on-schedule and unaffected; we are reviewing our security measures to ensure that this incident is not repeated.
The theft has not impaired our on-going industrial operations; our corporate finances will cover replacement blueprints, and we anticipate no delays in returning to normal operations.
We at Meiyi Family Holdings apologize for the lapse in security, and will understand if you wish to withdraw your contracts.
In Service to God and Kingdom,
Lady Evelyn Meiyi
CEO, Meiyi Family Holdings Inc.
Friday, 16 November 2012
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Social Night/Charity Auction!
In approximately two weeks' time, the Corvidae Club will be hosting a social 'meet-and-greet'; drinks will be served, the dance floor will be open, and we hope to host capsuleers from across the Cluster!
At the end of the evening, a bachelorette auction will take place -- my daughter has agreed to be auctioned off to one lucky pilot for one night, and half of the proceeds will be donated to a charitable organization somewhere in the Khanid Kingdom.
Further details will be posted as they become available, and an official announcement will appear on the IGS closer to the scheduled time.
At the end of the evening, a bachelorette auction will take place -- my daughter has agreed to be auctioned off to one lucky pilot for one night, and half of the proceeds will be donated to a charitable organization somewhere in the Khanid Kingdom.
Further details will be posted as they become available, and an official announcement will appear on the IGS closer to the scheduled time.
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
((EVE Fiction Contest Entry))
((This is a short story that I wrote for the 'Pod and Planet Fiction' contest. It came to me when I read the TVTropes article about EVE Online, and how it describes capsuleers as god-like figures. Hope you enjoy it!))
'The Day the Gods Came'.
I never saw them land. None of us did. All we remember is that they weren't there, and then they were.
Dear Spirits, it was horrifying. Shapes in bulky armor, pouring from bright golden dropships outside the colony's borders. Marching into homes, throwing people into the street.
Rounding them up like cattle.
I was hiding in my kitchen when they arrived. When she arrived.
Capsuleers, my sister called them. Eggers, in the vernacular. Legendary creatures, rumors and shadows that are cloaked in myth and speculation. She told me that they're gods, or near enough that it doesn't matter.
I remember the 'egger' that landed in our home that day: the long green jacket, the markings on her face, the utter and unshakable confidence of her posture. She was a god among mortals, and she knew it as surely as I know my own name.
Huddled in my family's home, I heard the soldiers moving through the village; they rarely spoke, even among themselves but she....she didn't utter a single word the entire time.
"Locked door here, sir."
"Break it down."
The voices were nearly identical. The only difference was the sense of authority, and the grating taint of a military-grade vocal filter. After the single brief exchange, the door of the house next to us was blown into shards of useless metal. I could hear our neighbor screaming as they dragged her into the street.
And all the while, she watched. The silent god of the stars observed as her minions gathered the weak and infirm, shuffling them off to unknown fates, and then returned for the strongest among us.
Finally, the outbuildings were empty, and it was our turn. The soldiers came, rifles raised and helmets grim and angular in the kitchen's dim light. My sister was obviously frightened, but I had to maintain control, for her sake.
"Outside. Assemble with the others."
WIthout concious thought, I took my sister's arm and led her into the town square. The soldiers had been brutally efficient; I recognized most of the others, men and women that I had worked alongside during the hunting season.
We stood near the back. Nothing was said -- no words existed to describe the fear we all felt. The soldiers kept their weapons leveled, watching us without moving. It was impossible to see their true expressions underneath the helmets and behind the masks.
Finally, after an eternity of silence, she spoke.
"Welcome."
Soft, warm, friendly....she was, for one shocking moment, someone's mother, greeting a guest to the home. She could have been my mother, had she not left us to dwell among the Spirits six cycles ago.
"You have no reason to fear me. You have been chosen to carry God's light to your people. You will be fed, and clothed, and your medical needs will be attended to."
With that, she fell silent again, waving a hand toward the soldier at her side. WIth a nod, he and his faceless fellows began organizing us into columns; as they moved among us, my sister huddled against me, as though she could simply melt away and remain unnoticed.
Eventually, they ripped her from my side. The last I saw of her was her frightened face, an ornate silver chain leading from a leather collar to the hand of our new mistress.
That day was seven years ago.
I sit now, in the few minutes I have before I'm called back to the fields, writing this on a scrap of paper. If I'm caught writing when I should be working, I will be punished, but hopefully someone will eventually read this and find us.
I can hear my sister unlocking the door; in the days before we were taken, she was filled with vibrant energy. Now, that energy is gone and she moves with a different purpose.
"Number Seventeen, it is time for your lessons."
'The Day the Gods Came'.
I never saw them land. None of us did. All we remember is that they weren't there, and then they were.
Dear Spirits, it was horrifying. Shapes in bulky armor, pouring from bright golden dropships outside the colony's borders. Marching into homes, throwing people into the street.
Rounding them up like cattle.
I was hiding in my kitchen when they arrived. When she arrived.
Capsuleers, my sister called them. Eggers, in the vernacular. Legendary creatures, rumors and shadows that are cloaked in myth and speculation. She told me that they're gods, or near enough that it doesn't matter.
I remember the 'egger' that landed in our home that day: the long green jacket, the markings on her face, the utter and unshakable confidence of her posture. She was a god among mortals, and she knew it as surely as I know my own name.
Huddled in my family's home, I heard the soldiers moving through the village; they rarely spoke, even among themselves but she....she didn't utter a single word the entire time.
"Locked door here, sir."
"Break it down."
The voices were nearly identical. The only difference was the sense of authority, and the grating taint of a military-grade vocal filter. After the single brief exchange, the door of the house next to us was blown into shards of useless metal. I could hear our neighbor screaming as they dragged her into the street.
And all the while, she watched. The silent god of the stars observed as her minions gathered the weak and infirm, shuffling them off to unknown fates, and then returned for the strongest among us.
Finally, the outbuildings were empty, and it was our turn. The soldiers came, rifles raised and helmets grim and angular in the kitchen's dim light. My sister was obviously frightened, but I had to maintain control, for her sake.
"Outside. Assemble with the others."
WIthout concious thought, I took my sister's arm and led her into the town square. The soldiers had been brutally efficient; I recognized most of the others, men and women that I had worked alongside during the hunting season.
We stood near the back. Nothing was said -- no words existed to describe the fear we all felt. The soldiers kept their weapons leveled, watching us without moving. It was impossible to see their true expressions underneath the helmets and behind the masks.
Finally, after an eternity of silence, she spoke.
"Welcome."
Soft, warm, friendly....she was, for one shocking moment, someone's mother, greeting a guest to the home. She could have been my mother, had she not left us to dwell among the Spirits six cycles ago.
"You have no reason to fear me. You have been chosen to carry God's light to your people. You will be fed, and clothed, and your medical needs will be attended to."
With that, she fell silent again, waving a hand toward the soldier at her side. WIth a nod, he and his faceless fellows began organizing us into columns; as they moved among us, my sister huddled against me, as though she could simply melt away and remain unnoticed.
Eventually, they ripped her from my side. The last I saw of her was her frightened face, an ornate silver chain leading from a leather collar to the hand of our new mistress.
That day was seven years ago.
I sit now, in the few minutes I have before I'm called back to the fields, writing this on a scrap of paper. If I'm caught writing when I should be working, I will be punished, but hopefully someone will eventually read this and find us.
I can hear my sister unlocking the door; in the days before we were taken, she was filled with vibrant energy. Now, that energy is gone and she moves with a different purpose.
"Number Seventeen, it is time for your lessons."
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Auction Update and Factory Manifest
Greetings, pilots of New Eden!
I'm pleased to announce that the auction was a success, and raised over three hundred thousand ISK. We hope to conduct more such auctions in the future, so please stay linked to this feed for updates.
Additionally, our factories have recently completed production of 75,000 Scourge-class heavy missiles, and are now free for special orders. Please direct all enquiries to myself or my staff via our link-mail and/or hololink accounts.
Fly safe, Capsuleers.
I'm pleased to announce that the auction was a success, and raised over three hundred thousand ISK. We hope to conduct more such auctions in the future, so please stay linked to this feed for updates.
Additionally, our factories have recently completed production of 75,000 Scourge-class heavy missiles, and are now free for special orders. Please direct all enquiries to myself or my staff via our link-mail and/or hololink accounts.
Fly safe, Capsuleers.
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Upcoming Auction!
Greetings to the Capsuleers of New Eden!
In one week's time as (of tomorrow), at 21:30 YST, Meiyi Family Holdings will be conduction an auction of its slave stock. All interested parties are invited to contact myself or my employees for directions to the venue.
We will also have a recruiting booth set up for those capsuleers that wish to pursue employment with MEIYI.
For reasons of security, information regarding the venue will be released only to those attending.
In one week's time as (of tomorrow), at 21:30 YST, Meiyi Family Holdings will be conduction an auction of its slave stock. All interested parties are invited to contact myself or my employees for directions to the venue.
We will also have a recruiting booth set up for those capsuleers that wish to pursue employment with MEIYI.
For reasons of security, information regarding the venue will be released only to those attending.
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Partnership: Jin-Mei Mercantile Club
MEIYI Corporation is pleased to announce that we have entered the final stages of establishing a partnership with the Jin-Mei Mercantile Club. We will be supplying wine. beer and sake, as well as filling other contracts as required.
It is our sincere hope that our partnership will prove beneficial to both Meiyi Family Holdings and the Mercantile Club, and we thank them for this wonderful opportunity.
Further details will be posted as they become available.
It is our sincere hope that our partnership will prove beneficial to both Meiyi Family Holdings and the Mercantile Club, and we thank them for this wonderful opportunity.
Further details will be posted as they become available.
Greetings from the CEO of MEIYI Corporation.
Welcome to Meiyi Family Holdings' corporate data-cluster.
Since early this year, Meiyi Family Holdings has worked to provide the capsuleer population of New Eden with high-quality industrial and commercial products. Now, it is our great pleasure to open this portal, so that you -- the capsuleer -- have a better idea of what it takes to run a corporation such as ours.
The purpose of this link-node is to deliver financial and industrial information to our customers in an easily- accessible manner. While the data-node itself is still under construction, we hope to eventually post our current and upcoming projects, news about factory operations, and opportunities to invest in Meiyi Holdings' future endeavors.
Please, stay connected to this link for future updates.
Thank you for your interest in MEIYI corporation.
In Service to God and Kingdom,
Lady Evelyn Meiyi
CEO, Meiyi Family Holdings, Inc.
Since early this year, Meiyi Family Holdings has worked to provide the capsuleer population of New Eden with high-quality industrial and commercial products. Now, it is our great pleasure to open this portal, so that you -- the capsuleer -- have a better idea of what it takes to run a corporation such as ours.
The purpose of this link-node is to deliver financial and industrial information to our customers in an easily- accessible manner. While the data-node itself is still under construction, we hope to eventually post our current and upcoming projects, news about factory operations, and opportunities to invest in Meiyi Holdings' future endeavors.
Please, stay connected to this link for future updates.
Thank you for your interest in MEIYI corporation.
In Service to God and Kingdom,
Lady Evelyn Meiyi
CEO, Meiyi Family Holdings, Inc.
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