History of the Kahn cont…

Kahn Colony VII (Former home of Za' Kahn)

Vol I

Chapter 899 written and logged upon departure.

For three months Za’ Kahn sat behind his desk hidden far into his estate, the same estate he grew in, the same estate that had acted as an HQ for the Kahn, the same estate that had been turned into a concentration camp when his people finally knelt. The records in his office had been there for generations, each “Head” would add to the pile of archives, when he finally inherited the estate from his family and the space council he hadn’t even dreamt of finding the stacks of papers, the rows of data cores all linked to his clan’s genealogy outside and within the Kahn. Za’ Kahn sat in a crypt of files, they say he went blind there, that he lost his sight because he strained his body to the verge of collapse.

In reality he had gained a sense, a sense of time and space and through his ancestors memories relived the past.

historian and prophet of the Kahn after he was re-animated. ( His eyes here are shielded do to the sensitivity to light Zahebolon Kahn suffers from.)

When he stumbled upon a large black box his eyes were still young and able to distinguish colors and shapes. The black box sat next to him for days while he read over countless other texts until he mustered the courage to hack into the boxes mainframe there he viewed the content and immediately knew this had been his fathers data logs. Even then he could not understand the files, the code was broken and nearly impossible to read or translate, further more the source code was unreadable. As he probed further into the mainframe of the box he found a plug much like the ones domestic augmenters carried. He found the piece of hardware wired to the box and reeled out the cored and without asking he plugged into the box’s main AI. He claims to have been plugged in for months only in reality he had been missing for nearly 20 years. When we did find him he was almost a vegetable still plugged to the machine, somehow his body produced fat on its own and it gained weight instead of loosing any, and his bones became so hard he could not walk for nearly a year from the weight of the calcium that had also been produced by his body.

During his time of reanimation he lost his sight and the iris to his eye dimmed and faded much. It was here that he wrote the first of a series of logs stating “ I am a Kahn through genetic augmentation, the history of my genes is what hold the text to our race, the text to our blood, the text to our heritage.”

“The Kahn are forever”

Ogo’ohgu Kahn [Dust Crew™]

Ogo'ohgo Kahn Pre-Cadet

Ogo’ohgu Kahn

Birth-planet: unknown

Age of enlistment: 16

Age of deployment: 17

First operation: raid on terrorist core complex.

Promoted to sergeant of a small fuel convoy shortly after.

Cereer highlights:

•Enlists early to a faction navy and carries out his duty during multiple faction navy refueling operations.

•Given command of his own cruiser escort of in order to maintain a mining fleet safe from null sec pirates.

• Even after having formal education in Gallente naval battle the Caldari state pay honors to him with a top ranking position onboard a logistics carrier deployed near a Guristas major strong-hold.

•Becomes captain of the ship “Stalker” named after his favorite film.

•Creates his own covert ops unit of cruisers aptly named “Star Stalkers.”

•re-enlists, this time with the Caldari Navy.

• reportedly KIA after [10 years current time.]

•Lost over an uncharted barren world.

• re-appears on the grid this time working for a Guristas terrorist sec based out of a null HQ planet side ,his small group is known as “Dust Crew.”

Hurricane Kahn

One of the worst planetary stors struck the Kahn in the later half of a long summer in the XX.000.11 during the months of the Red Suns.

mining during these times was greatly linked to industrial operations in planets stripped of their atmosphere and not the water based planets that posed to be such an unstable force. That is when the fist hurricane prone world were swept in catastrophe after catastrophe the Kahn began to reach further into the heavens than ever before.

The Kahn Log 2 part 2-2

718[15:55:01]-Kahn you there?

ZK[15:55:03]-718, what are you doing so far from your divi HQ?

:::Access granted:::

Zela Kahn a known miner born to a family of Jin-Mei of the Gallente Federation was always a Kahn. Her father had taught her everything he knew of his once proud blood line, everything he wanted her to know. In the end the old man died a stubborn fool leaving behind nothing but debt and a trail of red tape the last Kahn of her blood line would have to deal with or ignore all together.

718[15:53:22]- running out of time Kahn.

ZK[15:55:23]-Tell me about it…

718[15:55:30]-they made that clear boss, vacate the area or every ship under our control is a war target.

The Kahn had no notion of retreat until there was nowhere else to go that their reputation would no follow them, bringing the fights of old into a world of new. Zela Kahn was the first of her her name, perhaps even the first of her kind to negate the feats of her entire race and blood line, her voice was determined and her mind set. “ We go underground, even in space if we have to , I don’t care if it meets community standards or some idiot code of conduct, as I sure as hell don’t care if CCP and Concord get their PiG Bots on me. Cause you are gonna need a shit ton of trekkies and star wars fanatics to find me, not to mention a Yoda Vox Caster.”

Her fleet had been disbanded by the mission’s management earlier that day as the prepared to undock for another week of ice harvesting on the most important of ice weeks. “Shark Week” they named the event that came about every year or so during the summer, the best fleets went out and bought back trillions of cubes cut and ready to be reprocessed for PoS fuel.

That had all changed in the blink of an eye.

ZK-what you need!

Months of an interplanetary eclipse for the ages to come and the price of ice cubes rockets sparking a small gold rush and skirmishes amongst the local corps as they scrambled to deploy station after station in the orbits of the frozen over celestial bodies. Zela Kahn an aspiring CEO in charge of maintaining what was left of her fathers and forefather’s legacy has taken to harvesting the ice floating in space in order to avoid the majority , a sign that the gold of the old men were ever present even here. Zela didn’t care so much for myth and the philosophy that had been hammered into her head. Instead she listened to loud music, drank from her fathers aged wine rack and when the decks had been scrubbed she spray painted a childish shark fin on a smiling face. The fleet grew and shrank, outriders filled many of the gaps left by incursions and in the time of great AFK Kahn would resort to solo mining regardless. The day came when mining in high security space meant very little, the Dust campaigns had been declared and it was rumored even Concord could not prevent weapons form being smuggled into stations. The outrider was named Woody and he was as queer as any other of sellships and free lancing pilots with their Mohawk hair cut. He was a silent guy sober and loud a drunk, boasted a two year military run in god knows where bumbfuck and claimed to be an expert bomber. He walked in to the cabin of the newly established captains quarters after Kahn had been told of the Guristas offensive, how her outposts had been destroyed and abandoned. Time slowed if just for a few seconds as the man in the navy grey trench coat grabbed the modified Desert Slug .50, irradiated shells with anti-coagulating heads. The maker of the weapon and fit-probably unidentifiable, these sort of weapons are the mark of an artist, a writer, a poet with his hands and mind he was able to craft a weapon so deadly it ripped the flesh of any organic thing clean off. He knew the bullet was meant to kill a rare person. The shot rang and the echo was hollowed out by the security breach alarm on board the station. A corpse lay mangled on flour, stomach half in and half out and all over the walls, the blood that had sprayed of the corps was charred black and splattered at a great velocity from end to end. The killer had been a professional privateer; a shot to the stomach to the later identified the face of the victim as due to some chemical in the round the body had started to decay at an alarming rate. The body belonged to a certain Ralph “Sig’booty” of the Kahn’s trade network, pronounced dead on site

Ralph Booty.

Age: Unknown

Active member of the Caldari State

Not iked by the Gallente Federation.

Profession: Freighter Pilot and Trader.

Sub division: Mission Runner.

Pronounced dead on XXII-X.2.1.9

last words are interrupted when the shell entered his stomach.*

Fit, Undock, Warp 1.9000

"EvE of Escape."

ARPA-outfit 7.900 est .9 seconds to finish uploading.

Mining fleet ready to undock.

:::processing::: upload completed:::

Warp 1.9 uploaded via Kahn music-800bit, play on cabin speakers?

:::incoming transmission on general:::

ARPA-a certain pilot named Aroc718, class “outrider” hails on behalf of fleet “Dead Wing.”

PUB KAHN™

Should Have asked for [Large Group Exotic Dancers]

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Dust Crew™

Dust Crew™

[Dust514 Chronicles]

by Pablo Amadeus

It was on a scorching hot summer that the Dust Crew was first thought up and in a sense spawned from the heat driven madness of the Kahn weary of travels and mining. A single gunshot rang through “Barren Desert Valley.” Ogo’ohgu Kahn was draped from head to toe in cloth his synthetic armor hugging his ribs beneath all the clumsy garb. He wore black goggles to shield his pale white eyes even if he didn’t really feel the sun on them and grey turban around his head and face to shield his mouth and nose from the sand storm he had sought shelter from in the valley,even then the storm seemed to chase him. There was no reason to carry his gun though as he refused to accept his death,“ not by a mountain of dust and not by some scavenger.” He kept telling himself after long sighs, if he had survived the impact after the atmospheric entrance the downed enemy ships and their crew had survived as well as he still saw them fall from the sky and through the sand storm of the planet, he followed the wrecks fall and watch them crash land with a thud somewhere far far away. His crew  had not so lucky “Dust” his hands covered in sand lifted in the wind clenched into a fist till his palms turned colors. The pilot of his ship, “The Stalker” had been green from the start and turned yellow on atmospheric “burn.”

He drove the falling cruiser right into the mountainside shattering all that remained of the vessel to dust, except for Ogo.

“We had no chance…” the omen burned somewhere in his already shattered  mind.

To be continued…

History of the Kahn

History of the Kahn.

“The Holo-Text of the seers.”

Composed and contextualized by Za’he Kahn.

About the scholar of Kahn.

Za’he Kahn or Zahebolon Kahn in his formal tongue after his re-animation was allowed to be come a scholar who would witnessed the reclamation of the empire from birth. With his brothers he learned from a young age how a true warrior died in battle as the life of the infantrymen was his destiny. His celebrations were cut short the week prior to his departure. While his brothers at arms got that which they wished for so long, to depart on the eve of battle knowing they would fight the second they touched ground. Za’he was made to watch as the few colonies the Kahn had established burned from within. His own direct line perished amidst the violence as their estate was raided by a group of marauders.

Za’he Kahn vowed to record the history of his people ever since.

Vol I

Chapter 888 written and logged upon departure.

In the time of the first Kahn we had been a handful of cultist and cyber geeks, what the men of Earth during the 20^th century called Trekkeis. During this time it was not uncommon or unusual to encounter men or women who openly admitted they believed in a higher purpose, a higher god. It was here that the great scientist Harold M. Magnus director of NASA’s D-RAT program (Desert Rat Program) who would play a crucial role in the development and creation of the Kahn legacy gave birth to his theories that would be turned to the Kahn doctrine. While on Star Trek the Kahn were known as menacing tyrannical figures the Kahn of the real had much more sophisticated manners than that of pop culture. It was a matter of time before greater minds sprang up and proclaimed themselves heirs to the Kahn, the day the Earth stood still was not the day aliens invaded from their mother-ship. It was the day we left our home for New Eden. The first true Kahn sailed through the cosmos as the legends of old proclaimed, “In chariots of metals, crafted by the greatest minds did the fire of the sun itself carry us to our new home. There we will be the proud Kahn we once watched on TV.”

It was said that many wayward souls were brought from old terra and not by accident; they clung to our engines and turbines even after we purged them for their hateful and lust filled sins. It is here our common ancestors departed on their own path to what we know today as the Kahnid of the Amarr Empire and a small cluster of the Jin-Mei of the Gallente Federation. It was then that the age of the great houses came to an abrupt halt just as the councils met to usher forth a new renaissance, the day we made New Eden our home.

Kahn Noonien Singh was thought to have been only an inaccurate portrayal of our bloodline yet when the fires set ablaze by war in New Eden tyrants like the infamous Kahn unleashed their wrath through violent combat as wave after wave of smugglers, thieves and lawyers took up the banner of the Kahn under the motto “Übermensch” inspired by Nietzshe and the tyrannical Kahn of old Star Trek, as they believed in their mental and physical superiority “The first wall of tyranny” was born and it crushed everything including their own kind until only a few of the pure bloodlines could remember the words of old, let alone speak them. The words the first scientist inscribed on the holo-tags that carried the first “real” Kahn beyond the known universe. The same holo-tags that marked their execution on arrival.

House of Kahn log 2.1

shark week biatch 2011!

Zela Kahn was brought up to be one of the men in her family as her father was a strict man with low tolerance for the idle things in life, from youth she was taught to cherish family and kin alike and to never turn away a possible ally to the house, she was taught to pilot everything she could steer straight into the sun or anything that might carry her closer to their ancestors who lived amongst the celestial bodies. Since her early years in the employment of the many corporations founded and closed since, she fixed and rigged navy patrols and would eventually end up as a lead miner in a core-group of corporate employed individuals. In the end the life of a federal employed miner was not enough for a Kahn. It is here the House of Kahn was born, from political turmoil, faction and sectarian warfare and rampant piracy. After seeing her birth planet destroyed and torn apart by bandits and rebels the last matriarch of her line Zelana Kahn of the proud and stubborn house of Kahn has made a home amongst the asteroid and habitats of space and the many factions that inhabit the space there in.

Freelancing and organizing a variety of operations that have brought her small gains however this Kahn…

Log (I) composed and logged by Pablo Amadeus

© to EvE Online and the House Kahn Inc.

The Kahn

A notorious group of old and myth appropriated by the media at one point in history the prophet scholars of the Kahn date back their genes to the people of Earth and the solar system. They are sparse and difficult to keep in one place for too long as many thrive to be the best . Believed to be hostile by nature not many associate themselves with the Kahn openly or for too long as the many Kahn have many needs and make many demands.  The ones who do finds themselves in the presence of the Kahn are amazed at how different the Kahn are from one another, while the mother never defy the men the men hold the women in great respect and honor and so you will find that many of the great Kahn houses are lead by a strict matriarchal caste system. No doubt impersonators arise from to time but a true Kahn stands out in a crowed of space cadets as they are natural born pilots and soldiers and well spoken merchants and thieves. The Kahn value freedom above all else leading many to stride from the pack and form his own war band, this is how many warlord are born . However many Kahn are loyal to their kin and choose to create family run corporations both industrial and expansive.