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Findings

a wormhole with a black hole inside

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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.”

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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.

Day of the Dead Rabbits.

 1^st attack on the Guristas

(skirmish operations)

Day 1

Undisclosed Guristas Location

Operation Wam-bam-thnk ya Ma’m

1 tank-Tengu 1 DPS-Drake

Deployed late around mid-day with a drake and tengu fit to tank. We arrive at the first gate and cleared first room with no trouble. Tengu flew left and right picking up aggro with each effective volley while drake peppered frigs and cruisers alike from afar while 4 hornets eat away at the painted-target.

Entering the specified gate the drake held back while the entire room pick at the tengu’s shield as he lured them away from re-spawn points while drake provided damage per second against scrambling NPCs. We held effectively for a few hours till we docked for a bit of R.R

same day

Salvaging was done by a small Gallente Decoy frig, while effective it can be out done by local dessy or cruiser fit to salvage with great leaps.

                                                                                  Day 2

3 man party-1 tank(Drake)-1 dps(Caracal)-1salvager(Caracal)

Formation lunched early made great time, repeated process from prior day. Reached designated area and commenced ratting at an alarming rate. First few waves washed up, issues occurred and salvager had to warp out, dps and tank remain in room, dps picks up aggro and is slow to take out threat, mean while tank beats back wave after wave of cruisers and frigs, mostly the entire room is on tank while DPS stumbles through volley after volley at that point DPS warps out and tanks remains to hold. Salvager has repaired and grabbed ammunitions, he orders a regroup at entrance as the wrecks pile in room. They party is regrouped and re-deploy through 1^st room and navigate with only a cruiser to target. They re-enter the battle with Guristas with tank slugging everything while dps creeps close to the salvager who eats away at a fraction of the loot. Things go sour as the salvager is wrecked and then called for a full retreat.

Conclusion to first Kahn 2D OP:

Tengu Pilot who tanked the entire room.

While the 1^st operation was of great success and no one ship was lost, the second day proved to be worthwhile as far as wasting rockets on an unending barrage of hostiles.

Too ambitions for a crew of such size.

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.*