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.*

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…

Dust514

I few matches ago on BFBC2 I mentioned during the longest rush round Dust514 and a few of the BF Vets that still do play the darn game chuckled for a bit and then said “Yea sure, I’ll fight ya for a GaZ GiAnt.” then the quite room erupted in stupid laughter.
I didnt say anything until the end of the battle and that was only to remind them my K/D ratio for the match was 3.90…

What I would like to know is if we really do belive that FPS experience will effect the way the community interacts. Those who have never touched an FPS will find themselves back against a wall or will they be able to fight back just as hardcore as any FPS vet?

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.

Epic FAIL Troll™

Since the very beginning of the Kahn movement as far back as Terra Firma fakes and impostors resurfaced much like when Miguel de Cervantes( a known Kahn ) published “Don Quijote De la Mancha.”

Almost imminently a fake was created by a trolling writer.

One of the many impersonators of the Kahn was a 40 year old virgin and convict who went by the pen name of “Daddys Helper.” who from his lonely cell posted on various forums about their exploits as they seduced an lured kids into his small ice cream truck that was really just a painted truck prior to being caught by the proper authorities.

This poor and idiotic convict was sentenced to life after sexually molesting some [Slaver Hounds] who nearly tore the idiot limb from limb as they were being smuggled to New Eden.

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…

Ice Ice baby

for Grand Nat.