The remains of the Glass Edge hover above Nakugard VII.

The joke is often that the Minmatar build their stations and ships from whatever rusted scraps they find laying around. This joke has gone so far as to become a bit of a rallying cry: “In Rust we Trust” is often heard from Matari loyalists going into the attack. And to an extent, the jokes have some truth to it. The Minmatar have never been known for their graceful architectural styles. In fact, the architectural style fittingly seems to be almost the antithesis of the Amarr design philosophy. Whereas the Amarr put form first, cladding all of their ships and buildings in gold, and fit the function in from there, the Matari choose to put function first. They’re not afraid to show the underlying structural elements. If something is just there to “look nice”, it’s not needed. In a society as starved for resources as the early Minmatar Republic, making things “look nice” simply wasn’t a priority. They wanted to get the job done, not win beauty contests. Intriguingly, given the lack of development in their designs, the Minmatar still seem to be in that mindset.

A look down one of the two twin undock ramps that gave a rather pleasant panorama of surrounding space.

But more intriguingly from a historical perspective is that the Nefantar apparently followed this design philosophy. Although they had little chance to really develop their architectural styles before being forced from the Hjoramold stronghold, perhaps what is most striking is how dissimilar it is from Amarr stylings. Although there was certainly internal dissent, the Nefantar systematically brought themselves closer and closer to the Amarr between first contact and the official invasion. And after they withdrew totally to Hjoramold, they proceeded to adopt Amarr policies en masse. Surprisingly, however, they didn’t adopt Amarr architectural themes. Although Nefantar architecture generally appears a tad more blocky than the more traditional Seven Tribes architecture, it’s notable that they don’t borrow from Amarr architecture until after their move to the Mandate. Although there are certainly explanations for this (not wanting to further inflame the other Tribes being the most notable), I still find their decision to stick closer to Minmatar architectural norms interesting. One of the more notable examples of Nefantar architecture can be found at the Glass Edge. Aura, apparently growing a bit more poetic as time goes on, summarizes it thusly:

Nakugard is the entry system into the Ani constellation, ancestral home of the Nefantar tribe. The constellation enjoyed great prominence while the Minmatars suffered under the Amarrian yoke. The Glass Edge served once as a surveillance outpost for the Nefantars, but today it serves as a reminder of what the Nefantars stood for. The tribe used its privileged position to gather great wealth here, sometimes by force, but more often through guile and veiled threats. That is the glass edge, it may not be hard or obvious, but it will make you bleed all the same.

A close up of one of the apparently-functional surveillance stations.

As someone interested in architectural stylings, I enjoyed looking over the Glass Edge’s structure. As I mentioned above, it was a bit blockier than normal Minmatar designs, who normally go for a shorter, but more spread out station design. The Glass Edge, on the other hand, was a taller station, with multiple ingress and egress points for different sized vessels. Beyond the more gaping egress points, the station also features the traditional long undock ramp surrounded by transparent viewports, one of my favorite parts of classical Matari station design. This station in fact features twin undocking ramps in this design, presumably allowing for a fast transfer rate. On another side of the station, three gigantic docking/undocking ports yawned open, presumably allowing larger freighter vessels to dock and easily transfer cargo.

A rather dense cloud of debris surrounds the remains of the station.

As could probably be expected, the station itself has sat abandoned for quite a few years now, leaving scavengers plenty of time to pick at the remains. Gaping holes in the massive superstructure can easily be seen, and there is quite a bit of debris from the inner workings of the station floating around outside. Considering the fact that this was a surveillance station, it is not surprising that the station is also surrounded by various sensor antennae to report what is going on in nearby space. What IS surprising, however, is that, unlike the station, the radio antennae appear to be in almost pristine condition. Perhaps the Republic retrofitted the sensors for their early-warning net. The variety of Matari vessels now surrounding the station certainly supports that theory, but none of them were willing to comment on whether the surveillance stations were in fact operational.

One of the ships who has set up permanent residence near the Glass Edge.

I’ve often felt that a culture’s architecture can give intriguing insights into that culture’s thought processes. The harsh, unforgiving lines of a Caldari station hint at their utilitarian nature and their need to conquer the harsh environments of space. The graceful lines of a Gallente station, with their large biodomes and stations that appear almost as a work of art, showcase their more peaceful nature and their desire to have a station blend in as much as possible with their local environments, instead of conquering them. Amarr stations too have a graceful design, but their willingness to clad all of their stations in gold showcase a desire to stand out from the crowd, to show off their superiority over everyone but God. And what of the Minmatar? What of the “In Rust we Trust” mentality? I think it shows almost a certain kind of pride in their ability to “live off the land,” so to speak. To take what they can find, and not only make it functional but also imbue a certain beauty of its own, to show that these days, not only can the Republic survive, but maybe that they can also thrive.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: The Glass Edge
• System: Nakugard
• Security Rating: 0.5
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.

Legacy sits near the Assassin's Overhang

In the highest spheres of power, there is no greater fear, and (realistically speaking) no lesser threat than that of assassination. Civilized nations shun it, yet secretly keep plans Just In Case. The less civilized nations, of course, merely do away with the former and don’t exactly keep the latter much of a secret. It is something that security forces train their entire lives to prevent, yet whether or not it is successful often comes down as much to luck as skill (on both sides). It is a powerful political statement and can prove crushing to a nation, or it could mobilize them under a martyr as never before. In short, assassinations are the choice of last resort for most people and nations, yet for some they provide the golden standard of what they could achieve (not that I in any way advocate assassination).

The remains of an old Amarr engine pod floats among the Overhang.

So what describes the difference? It seems to be mostly a function of how powerful the rebellious group appears vis-à-vis the established power. For small groups, or groups that are just getting started, assassination provides an “easy” way of proving themselves to the larger community. It establishes the group as a power to be dealt with and a player (welcome or not) in the larger scheme of things. Larger powers realize that they often have more to lose than to gain when committing assassinations. With the gloves off, no one is safe. In retaliation, the aggrieved nation could go after the assassin’s leader, civilians, or any number of other high stakes targets that are often considered “off limits” in war. To prevent that almost inevitable escalation, the ever fragile laws of war  try their best to discourage assassination, and, as noted above, most “civilized” countries are more than happy to at least give the appearance of following suit.

Uriok VIII hangs in the distance beyond the Overhang.

As discussed, though, for smaller groups the calculus shifts significantly. With little in the way of organized leadership, and knowing that they will probably all die anyway, the PR and morale-boosting benefits far outweighs the potential losses for many small rebellion groups. And, as they have proved many times before, the Minmatar have proven themselves very adept at rebellion. Shortly after the colossal failure of Amarr military might at Vak’Atioth, the Minmatar rebellion must have felt as if they were standing on a razor’s edge. Downtrodden by over a century of Amarr rule, the rebels needed a way to not only make the Amarr respect them as equals, but to also rally their fellow Matari to their cause. Amarr royalty, much as that would prove a boon to Matari everywhere, was out of the question given their limited resources and exposure. However, there were a group of Minmatar sympathizers that would serve nicely in that role: the Nefantar. In case you can’t see where this is going, Aura provides the basics of the story:

Early in the Minmatar Rebellion, when the Amarrians and their Minmatar collaborators were still confident of succeeding in squashing it, the rebels managed to strike a massive blow to the Nefantars. Using a double-agent, they lured the military leader of the Nefantar tribe to this remote location and assassinated him. Even if the Empire managed to hunt down the assassins and kill them, the moral blow dealt that day reverberated throughout Minmatar space, spurring the freedom fighters on.

The site is little known today except to historians. In light of its past it’s funny that shady Amarrian agents are using the location today to further the Empire’s cause within Minmatar space.

In a somewhat fitting way, Amarr agents have recently made inroads at the Overhang.

The location the Matari rebels chose was a rather out of the way piece of real estate. A good 600,000 kilometers from Uriok VIII in the remote outer reaches of the system, only a few chunks of rock make this place anything resembling a place of note. The spiny arms of a convoluted piece of asteroidal rock mark the final resting place of the Nefantari general, whose name is already lost to history. He evidently was lured out here in an early Amarr battleship. Its wreckage, what little that hasn’t been picked away by scavengers even out here, is all that remains of the assassination that helped catapult the Minmatar Rebellion from a small sideshow to a major war that helped form one of the four main nation-states of today. Their showing of military might here, and the ease with which they planted the double agent, served to rally Minmatar to the rebellion and give notice to the Amarr as well. And proved that as much as assassination is abhorred by most people and governments, it can occasionally serve a purpose as well.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Assassin’s Overhang
• System: Uriok
• Security Rating: 0.5
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.

The Culture Recess floats above Uriok IX.

During any unpopular occupation, a number of groups will eventually sort themselves out. The vast majority of people will simply try to carry on and survive under the new order. Even if they don’t like their new overlords, they have families or friends that depend on them, so they’ll just try to stay out of the invaders’ way. The next group that inevitably forms is the resistance/rebellion/guerillas/terrorists… however you want to call them. They dislike the occupation enough to fight for their freedom. They probably have the sympathy of most of the public, but not everyone is willing or able to support them. The measures they take, how far they’re willing to go, how many people they are willing to kill to get their way… all of that varies from cell to cell and even from person to person. But the fact of the matter is that they’re able and willing to fight against the invaders. Of course, this is the group most likely to be wiped out (at least if the invaders have their way).

The station was originally constructed as a cross-cultural center to encourage ties between the Amarr and the Nefantar.

The most interesting group, in my opinion, is the so-called collaborator group. These are people who have decided to cast their lot with the invaders, in joining the new government, passing on information, or otherwise supporting the new regime. The reasons for doing so vary widely. Some simply follow whoever is in charge, legitimately or not, migrating towards whatever power exists. Others owe something to the new regime (perhaps the invaders have their family). And some just, in fact, agree with the invaders. Perhaps they didn’t like the old regime or they were the ones who asked for the invaders to come. But for whatever reason, they are willing to cast aside all previous relations and earn the scorn of their fellow countrymen in siding with the new regime.

The central temple can be seen through holes in the massive station's superstructure.

The emergence of such a group during the Amarr occupation, then, could easily be foreseen. What perhaps couldn’t be foreseen was the sheer size of the collaboration group, or the ferocity with which they took up the Amarr theology, truly seeing themselves as lower than the Amarr and only worthy of subservience. Not just a few people here and there, but an entire tribe of the Minmatar were willing to cast their lots with the Amarr. The reasons for which the Nefantar collaborated with the Amarr are the subject of substantial debate even today, with as many theories as there are people you ask. But whatever their motivation, the Amarr had every reason to continue to woo the Nefantar to ensure that they didn’t have a change of heart. The Empire devoted substantial resources to developing ties with the Nefantar, even before the Rebellion started, to make sure that they had someone on their side amongst the tumultuous world of Minmatar politics. One of the projects they developed in an attempt to welcome the Nefantar into their flock was the Amarr-Minmatar Cultural Center. As Aura explains:

The Amarrians poured lot of wealth into the Ani constellation to keep the Nefantars happy. While most of that wealth was burned in heady narcissism, some was used to try and build an independent infrastructure for the Nefantars. A few of these ventures turned out to be quite successful, but most were doomed to fail from the start. The Amarr-Minmatar Cultural Center, constructed on this site, was such a project. Intended to amalgamate the cultures of the two races, the project never really took off. It was quickly abandoned, to much mockery from the rest of the Minmatars. Culture Recess is one of the mock names given to the facility by the Minmatars.

A closeup of the central temple.

Today, the Culture Recess is only a monument to the Amarr’s failed attempt to subjugate the Minmatar. The site itself is fairly straightforward. The Amarr used their trade stations as a basis for the Center. Where normally there would be a docking point for ships, the Amarr apparently decided that there wasn’t quite enough religion, and placed another of their space temples. Of course, today the site is a complete wreck. The station is quite dilapidated and long picked over by scavengers. As usual, all that remains is the actual superstructure (one of these days, I would have to research what was in superstructures that made them so unwanted by scavengers, but I suppose that is neither here nor there).

One of the ships that can often be found near the Recess.

Part of me wished, however, that I could see this in its heyday, if only to see how the Amarr tried to tie the two very different cultures together. It must have been quite the effort, as the Amarr tried to balance their natural inclination to play up their own importance with the need to glorify the Nefantar and try not to alienate the other tribes.

Of course, it’s pretty much a moot point now. With both the Amarr and Nefantar long expelled from Minmatar space, today the Culture Recess is just a monument to the biggest problems faced by collaborators throughout history: if the invaders are ever expelled, they’re stuck dealing with the consequences of their decision to side with the losers. The Nefantar gambled when the Amarr came in, and they lost. They continue to pay for that choice to this day.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Culture Recess
• System: Uriok
• Security Rating: 0.5
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.

Tattered remnants of the original monument to the winners of the Ruevo Aram Riddle Competition

Editor’s Note: For anyone interested in reading the original background of the Memorial, please see here.

The word “milestone” dates back to the Dark Ages of New Eden, before any of the current civilizations (beyond the Jove of course, but they hardly count) had retaken the stars. Apparently, a “mile” used to be a measure a distance in a particularly gruesome measuring system. Something called a “foot”, which measured 12 “inches,” was the basis, and 5,280 feet went into a mile. Whoever created that particular system of measurement clearly was a braver man than I. Regardless, milestones entered the modern lexicon because on Amarr Prime, the Udorians used the mile system, and at every mile would place a stone to mark how far long the road a traveler was. “Milestones” soon evolved to refer not just to notable distance markers, but also any notable event in a person’s life. While (thankfully) the mileage system itself has faded away, the words never have.

The head of the original monument floats nearby, severed from the main monument.

I bring up milestones today because today marks not just one, but 3 separate milestones of my own. First, today marks the 4th anniversary of me graduating from the Center for Advanced Studies with my pilot’s license. Today also marks the 2nd anniversary of this travelogue of New Eden. Finally, this marks the 100th entry on said travelogue. Long time readers may know that I hesitate to focus on myself much in these entries. New Eden itself is the story, and I’m merely a minor player in the vast web of its history. Still, I hope my readers will forgive me a bit of introspection on this fairly momentous occasion. That a short entry two years ago about the EVE Gate would span such a massive undertaking was really quite unthinkable to me. With 100 sites profiled, and still plenty more to come, I am quite happy in the knowledge that this will not be the last milestone I find on my journey.

Professor Science approaches the ruined monument in its new paint job.

But not all milestones are positive ones. New Eden has recently undergone a milestone of sorts: CONCORD’s over-aggressive attempts to dictate capsuleer activities and funnel them into a variety of (generally unwanted) activities. Capsuleers responded to this attempt to dictate how to spend their time in classic capsuleer fashion: organizing what is almost certainly the single largest riot in known history. Riots broke out in most major trade hubs for days on end, with capsuleers venting their frustration in the only way they knew how: live ammunition. Rens, Amarr, and Dodixie all saw local fluid routers jammed with protest messages against CONCORD policy. But nowhere was the riot larger than the central trade hub of Jita. The object of the mob’s rage: the Jita Memorial, originally built to commemorate the winners of the Ruevo Aram Riddle Competition, back in YC 108. The poor thing did not take it well, and today its tattered remains are all that’s left. Aura was able to dig up the following for me:

This was once a memorial to the winners of a riddle contest sponsored by the late entrepreneur Ruevo Aram. After standing proud for half a decade, it was destroyed in late YC 113 by capsuleers who were staging a mass uprising against an intolerable status quo of intergalactic affairs. Today, the ruins of this once-great work of art stand as a testament to the fact that change is the universe’s only constant.

Another view of the wrecked statue atop the memorial

The now-destroyed monument still sits only a few kilometers from the main trading hub in New Eden, Jita IV, Moon 4, at the Caldari Navy Assembly Plant. Wreckage from the riots remain, strewn about the old temple-like structure. A monument to the tenacity of capsuleers everywhere, and their determination to not let anyone tell us what we should be doing.

So it seems like both myself and New Eden are reaching our own milestones. New Eden’s showing of the lengths capsuleers will go to demonstrate our discontent, and myself with a multitude of anniversaries and records. As we approach the traditional winter season festivals, I can only add this: A happy holidays, and my sincerest thanks, to all. Safe travels.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Jita Memorial
• System: Jita, near Jita 4-4 Caldari Navy Assembly Plant
• Security Rating: 0.9
• Region: The Forge
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -3 in security status, or -5 standing with the Caldari, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen. Furthermore, there’s always the possibility of spatial anomalies (OOC: Lag) in Jita due to its high volume of traffic. Because of the high volume of traffic, suicide gankers and station camps (not to mention isk scammers) can be common.
• Scheduling Note: Thanks to aforementioned winter holidays, EVE Travel will be on break until the first full weekend of January! Happy Holidays!

A camera drone sits above the Gallente-built residence and looks upon the rest of the Forlorn Hope

It is remarkably hard to be a slaveowner in this day and age. Once most of the more menial jobs (like harvesting crops, mining, etc) are automated, you’re left using slaves for jobs that require having actual knowledge. You can’t train a slave to fix a speeder or maintain a laser turret without teaching some of the underlying concepts of transportation or weapons theory. Of course, at that point, slaves who might be less than enthused in their current occupation now also have means to sabotage any jobs that they are put in charge of. More unfortunately (for the slavers, at least) is that most modern jobs require at least rudimentary education. Unlike the slaves from the ancient days, most slaves nowadays NEED to know how to read and write. The thing about that pesky education is that it also allows them to be much more exposed to concepts like “freedom” and “not being a slave.” From there, at least for the more determined slaves, it’s fairly easy to get them to sabotage and attempt to escape. From a slaver’s point of view, that is not the most desirable situation.

A look at the rather run-down looking Ragnarok that served as the original research center.

Once slaves are educated, something more than just pain is needed. Slaves know that something better is out there now, and the pain of the lash alone is often not enough to maintain control over the slave population. The Amarr struggled with this for quite a while before coming upon a solution. In retrospect, it’s one of those ideas best classified under “blindingly obvious.” Just make the slaves WANT to be slaves. If you can addict them to it, so much the better. And thus was born vitoxin and it’s cure, vitoc. Originally, it started as a simple toxin that lodged in a slave’s bloodstream, threatening to poison the slave if the antidote was not taken every 24 hours. In more recent centuries, Amarr researchers have upped the deviousness of the scheme to an almost absurd degree. Today’s vitoxin is a virus that pumps the toxin into a slave’s body unless the antidote is taken. The death is quite gruesome, from all reports. More importantly, today’s vitoc also releases endorphins and oxytocin, giving the slave a euphoric, drug-like high that quickly addicts slaves. By triggering the same neural pathways that are activated during bonding events (such as having sex, or childbirth), the drugs attempt to bond slaves to their masters, and make them actually addicted to being a slave.

A ship stays stationed near the tachyon bombardment array.

Needless to say, a significant portion of the Republic’s R&D efforts have focused on counteracting this virus. Not just for the multitude of slaves still within the Empire, but also for millions of recently freed (or escaped) slaves who still find themselves needing daily injections in order to not die horrible, painful deaths. Not only that, but to also break the addiction in order to have the former slaves as productive members of society. The last thing the Republic needs is slaves who are not only still addicted to vitoc, but actually attached to their former masters due to the chemically induced affection. To that extent, the Republic recently established one of the largest research centers of its kind in Yrmori, the Forlorn Hope. A fitting, if somewhat depressing, name for a research center dedicated to reversing the evils of Amarr enslavement of the Minmatar. As I entered the site, Aura presented me with the following information:

Housed aboard a Ragnarok-class titan, the Forlorn Hope is a massive laboratory complex dedicated to finding a cure for former slaves infected with Vitoxin. It was built by Eifyr & Co. as a memorial to Dr. Mishkala Osnirdottir and her research team, who were killed when their research facility in this system was destroyed by sabotage. Some say her spirit haunts the new laboratory complex, protecting the scientists there and guiding them towards the cure she never found in her lifetime. Others say that’s superstitious nonsense, but there has never been an accident at The Forlorn Hope since the last.

Given a titan’s normal job as a bringer of death, it was heartening indeed to see it used in another fashion. A scan of the titan was summarized by Aura as the following:

This massive laboratory complex was once home to over 10,000 scientists, their staff and security personnel, working day and night to unravel the mysteries of Vitoc. Since the return of the Minmatar Elders and Otro Gariushi’s bequest of Insorum [Editor’s note: a secondary cure for vitoc] to the Republic, the facility has largely fallen into disuse, but some few scientists cling on, pushing to finish what they started before they too seek more commercial roles.

For the most part, research continues inside the newer biodome nearby, but a few smaller laboratories and their staff still insist on basing out of the aging titan.

The tachyon accelerator sits above the decrepit ruins of some unknown structure.

‘Aging titan’ is right. The titan itself is literally falling apart at the seams. Gaping holes can be seen in the general superstructure, making it a minor miracle that anyone manages to live there, much less perform complicated biochemical research. Still, a titan is a titan, and is always a site to see. As usual, my poor Professor Science was absolutely dwarfed by the hulking giant, a mere speck on the hull plating next to the beast. Even a nearby Tempest seems tiny next to the mass of the Ragnarok class titan. Pieces of debris, presumably from the titan, floated in a halo around the converted research center. I kept needing to tell myself that the titan was inhabited: there was certainly no outward sign of active power sources or life, and I could only assume that the habitable parts of the ship occupied only a very small portion of the entire internal volume. On the plus side, I was able to check the Ragnarok off my list of ships I’ve seen. With this out of the way, all I need is the Erebus and I’ll have seen every titan class in person.

The modern research labs.

Compared to the dilapidated Ragnarok, the other research sites practically gleamed in the sunlight. A Gallente-built outpost serves as the main residential area for the researchers. The biodomes serve as both nature reserves and stores for research materials. Nearby, a complex of control towers were melded together with other structures to form the primary research labs. Four control towers were needed to provide the necessary computing power for the protein folding models necessary to defeat the vitoxin virus. Sticking out from the main structure were a number of ancillary labs, specializing in various research areas. All together, this was probably one of the most advanced research centers in the entirety of the cluster. For when more high energy research is necessary, there was a tachyon collider nearby. I’m not entirely sure what a tachyon collider was needed for in biochemical research, but admittedly that’s not my area of expertise. Strangely, the collider is surrounded by ruins. Age has taken its toll on whatever used to sit there. All that remains are mangled sections of metal, surrounding the crackling energy of the tachyon bombardment chamber.

Yrmori glints off the residential structures in the background.

Forlorn Hope is an odd combination of the old and the new. An old and run down titan sitting next to the cutting edge of research facilities. A tachyon bombardment array sitting on top the warped ruins of some ancient facility. In some respects, it was an accurate analogy of slavery. Slavery is one of humanity’s most ancient (and monstrous) customs. Today, it is an old and tottering institution that (at times) seems held together by sheer force of will. In order to keep it functional today, the latest research must go towards figuring out how to best maintain control, often resulting in significant advances in biochemistry and psychology. If only the Amarr realized that they could attain the same results without resorting to such barbarism. But I suppose that’s a bit of a forlorn hope.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Forlorn Hope
• System: Yrmori
• Security Rating: 0.6
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: There are a number of agents scattered throughout the area, but the latest reports suggest that they are not yet offering missions.

Site One's extensive logistical and infrastructure support for the multitude of projects completed under the auspices of Arek'Jaalan.

ERAM, Metropolis- With great fanfare earlier this week, Dr. Hilen Tukoss unveiled the centerpiece of his well-known Arek’Jaalan research initiative: Antiquus. Only the first step of a multi-tiered construction plan, Antiquus acts as a staging site and research center for the multitude of research projects that fall under the Arek’Jaalan umbrella. Many of the active research projects have received their own archiving centers, while all members of the Project have access to the site’s archivists and media specialists. Beyond research and administration of the Project’s many active research initiatives, the site’s principal goal is to act as outreach to the rest of the capsuleer community and the public at large.

The visitor's center and the Project's administrative headquarters.

The site’s extensive premises were constructed solely out of capsuleer donations. Members of the Arek’Jaalan project and the larger capsuleer community donated substantial sums both in liquid isk contributions and materiel. Coordinated by the Acquisitions Division, the site required all the basic components for research: over 800,000 water-cooled CPUs, 50,000 supercomputers, and 30 million kilograms of synthetic coffee. By providing the Project access to its own supercomputers, it no longer need rely on the generosity of its previous benefactor, Eifyr and Co. The biochemical and implant giant has supported the Project, and Dr. Tukoss in particular, since its inception. The future of Eifyr involvement and support is currently unknown.

Surplus construction equipment and housing for visiting researchers, as well as the site's staff.

Site One is not without it’s problems, however. Less than 24 hours after the Site was declared operational by Dr. Tukoss, the Site was subject to an attack that continues in fits and starts to this day. Apparently led by pro-Sansha Nation forces, whom have already targeted Arek’Jaalan for destruction as part of a broader war against capsuleer forces, the attacks have frequently revolved culminated in a statement by the attackers that they are acting for Nation, or for Master (Sansha Kuvakei). Many of the attacks have followed the same basic pattern: a capsuleer will attempt to place explosives near civilian and staff housing. After the first few attacks, it became clear that CONCORD would not intervene in preventing such attacks, while still attacking defenders of Site One. CONCORD has yet to release any comments on current protocol. Many attackers are pilots who have only very recently received licensing by CONCORD, often flying ships that they normally would not have received licensing for yet. Attacks on Site One continue, though Arek’Jaalan’s Security Division has mobilized a continuous presence at the site to deter future attacks.

Eram glints off the rows of project archives, while the research offices sits to the side.

Dr. Tukoss, the leader of Arek’Jaalan, has been in the spotlight before. He is perhaps best known for his daring run from the Caldari State to establish Arek’Jaalan in the first place. Leaving his previous job at Zainou, Dr. Tukoss led a desperate late-night flee, escorted by a handful of capsuleers to his present base in Eram. Tukoss’s actions caused quite a stir in the State, prompting some of the megacorporations to declare sanctions against Eifyr, and some capsuleers placed a bounty on Tukoss’s head. Despite these protests, Tukoss gained widespread support for his actions and the establishment of Arek’Jaalan. Today, the Project spans 13 different operational areas, with over 15 active research initiatives under its auspices. The Project welcomes pilots from any background and affiliation.

The Gallente adminstrative outpost stands guard over the local housing. Despite recent attacks on the local housing, CONCORD has yet to intervene.

Befitting such an expansive project, Antiquus’ grounds are extensive. Two outposts, of Federation and Republic design, serve as anchors to the two sides of the site. The Federation outpost serves as the administrative center of Antiquus. The project’s multitude of staff are stationed here. The Minmatar outpost acts as the primary research center for the site. Archivists and shuttles can often be seen flitting about the outpost, ferrying staff and researchers from one part of the site to another. Although both outposts boast docking facilities and an atmosphere-retaining forcefield, neither outpost currently allows capsuleer vessels to dock. Whether that functionality is envisioned for the future is currently unknown. Along with the outposts, the site boasts a visitor’s center, as well as an acceleration gate for planned expansion of the site. Furthermore, the site also boasts housing for both capsuleers (the Antiquus suites), as well as non-capsuleers. Surplus construction equipment is also still present at the site.

Project Compass's archives and data storage center.

Between the two outposts sits the primary archives for the site. Each active research project under the Arek’Jaalan umbrella has received its own archive to store research materials and papers. The pads, 18 currently, have also been designed with public outreach in mind. If a vessel approaches any of the archival sites, the archive will automatically upload a copy of that project’s research abstracts, containing that project’s leader, researchers, purpose, and conclusions (if any) that have been drawn. Full contact details are given to ensure that if the public has any questions regarding any of the research, they will be able to contact the head of the project. Research ranges from investigation of the Seyllin Incident to attempting to determine the location of so-called wormhole space. Dr. Tukoss expects to expand the archive section as more projects become active.

Research continues at the Site's labs and offices.

While not without its problems, Antiquus promises to bring a new light to Arek’Jaalan and its research. Whether that will translate into further support from the capsuleer community and the public at large, or merely more problems from Sansha and his allies, remains to be seen. Until and unless Sansha’s attacks require otherwise, research will continue apace both in Site One and throughout New Eden. Dr. Tukoss fully intends to continue outreach efforts as well. Just recently, he has been promoting both Arek’Jaalan and Antiquus in many of the core worlds, in an attempt to raise awareness and support for its projects. As Dr. Tukoss said recently in a message to supporters and followers: “Having said all that, this is but the first small step on a long and winding path. Arek’Jaalan’s research has, so far, only reached perhaps a few hundred capsuleers. In the future, we want that number to be in the thousands, and someday, in the hundreds of thousands.

“We’ve a lot of work left to do, but you should all take this week to celebrate our successes, and to cherish all the good that can come from cooperative efforts like ours.”

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Site One: Antiquus
• System: Eram
• Security Rating: 0.8
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -3 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen. Additionally, while the attacks on Site One so far do not appear to be targeting ships, caution should still be exercised. Anyone interested in coordinating defense of the Site can contact me through links on the side.

Margin of Error hangs in space.

Inspiration is everywhere. Each place part of space, each station, has its own story to tell. I’ve dedicated my life these days to discovering those stories. Sometimes, the stories write themselves. The vistas are so grand, or the details are so beautiful… they can be enough to make you tear up, laugh, or just otherwise know exactly how to perfectly capture the essence of the site. Other times, when you’re standing in the midst of the ruins of a thousand ships, you can almost – almost – hear the cries of ghosts from ages past, screaming to have their stories told, their fights made worthwhile, their spirits avenged. These are the stories that are easy to write. You can tell what happened. You can find some, if not many, reliable sources to source your stories. And the stories themselves are the things that deserve to be told, to be repeated down the ages. I like these.

Tvink VIII is a bare sliver in the background, while a ship stations itself near the Station's solar shielding

On the other hand, I hate the other kind of site. Sometimes… sometimes rocks are just rocks. Sometimes, a station is just a station. Oh, I’m sure that interesting people pass through the station. In the outskirts of civilized space, sleazy or illicit encounters happen almost every day.but with such a multitude of smaller stories, the overarching setting for the story can often become lost. This week’s site reminded me of just such an event. It’s a station. It is, in fact, just a station. A rather pleasant looking station, to be sure. I’ve always been a fan of the Gallente dome-design (most often appropriated to create “pleasure hubs”). But its hard to find a unifying story to this place. Even Aura is little help:

With the Republic’s incursion into the constellation, the many criminals found there have been forced away from Republic areas and into more remote ones. The Margin of Error is one such a place where the criminal elements like to hang out these days.

The name of the place came about a few decades ago when it was the stage of a famous showdown between two Sebiestor hackers. The two rivals wanted to settle once and for all which was the more skilled. It ended in tragedy though, as a particularly strong neuro-strike created a violent backlash, frying the brains of the two contestants. One was killed instantly while the other suffered so severe brain damage that he was reduced to a vegetated state for the rest of his life.

A beauty shot of Legacy flying near the station

A good story, to be sure. But one good story amongst thousands that happen daily in such areas could hardly be considered noteworthy, especially decades after the fact. After all, there’s a hundred sordid stations out there, each with a million of its own sordid stories to be told. What’s so special about this particular black market stop compared to the multitude already out there? To that, I had no real answer. But one of the many things I’ve learned over the years is that not every story needs to be told. Inspiration is indeed everywhere, but sometimes its just not worth it to find.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Margin of Error
• System: Tvink
• Security Rating: 0.5
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.

Both the interior and exterior components of the Sisters' Camp is visible here.

Perhaps one of the hardest things to do as a capsuleer is to keep ourselves grounded. Though this is certainly true in the physical context, I’m speaking today of the more metaphorical context. It is so incredibly easy to forget about the civilian community. The non-capsuleers, the general public, the unwashed masses, ordinary people, whatever you want to call them. I’ve heard fellow capsuleers praise them, patronize them, disdain them, and even insult them, but by far the most common reaction to the non-capsuleer public is perhaps the most destructive of all: we ignore them. It’s not hard to do it, heavens know I’ve been guilty of this myself. We get our missions, or we do our probing, and we want our isk. And no one can stand in our way when there is isk to be had. We capsuleers can conquer the stars themselves, a few non-capsule cruisers and battleships aren’t going to stand in our way.

A view of the main landing pad for the station, and one of the ships that stands guard over the refugee center.

Yet what is easy to forget is that every time we swat these small flies aside, people die. Depending on the ship upwards of a thousand people could be on every non-pod ship that we engage, and it’s almost impossible to to tell how many make it out alive, left to drift in the wreckage as us capsuleers move on to our next victims. There have been any number of times where even I can kill ships in just one shot, giving crews almost no time to react. Most people who volunteer to serve on these ships know what they’re getting into, and know what the survival rates look like. But intellectually knowing something is one thing, emotionally and viscerally knowing that you may only have a survival rate of less than 5%… that’s another matter entirely. Even beyond the direct affect we have on non-capsuleers who fly on ships, our actions can affect the lives of billions, be it through fighting for control of solar systems or just being on a rather unlucky cruise liner that gets caught in the line of fire. Indeed, it’s no surprise that most non-capsuleers view us with suspicion, and even fear, even when we’re acting with the best of intentions. This is one of just many reasons that we, as capsuleers, need to ground ourselves now and then. Remind ourselves of our humanity, whatever that means.

One of the surveillance stations to keep an eye on surrounding space. Legacy can be seen in the background, in orbit of Traun X.

Thankfully, not everyone has ignored the plight of the general public caught between the fights of the demigods. Living up to their reputation as the largest humanitarian armada within the realm of New Eden, the Sisters of Eve have been at the forefront of providing aid and care to civilians who have been attacked by pirates or by us capsuleers. Though they can be found throughout the cluster essentially wherever they’re needed, they’ve also been known to set up their own stations or refugee centers in areas of intense warfare to provide a more solid logistical basis. They aren’t exactly 5-star hotels, but they’ll provide food and shelter to those who have just lost everything. With the Republic’s recent attempts to reassert control over Ani, and take control away from the local pirate groups, it shouldn’t be surprising that the Sisters opted to open a refugee center here. Since I was in the neighborhood, so to speak, I decided that I should stop by. As I made my way, I did a bit of basic research:

The Sisters of EVE, always ready to aid those in need, have set up a relief camp here. The constant skirmishes around the system leave many wounded and hurt. Many more have also lost all their assets after accidentally getting in the cross-fire or being beset by on of the many warring factions. Here, the Sisters are giving first aid to those that need it. They are also monitoring the conflict, checking for any signs of inhuman treatment or war crimes taking place. But as everywhere else, they strive to maintain their neutrality.

A camera drone peers over the edge of the local police station, keeping order within the refugee center.

Though some have questioned the Sisters’ intent and motive, I can’t fault them for their results. And they seem to be holding not just the pirates, but also the factions, to account to prevent atrocities. I know some would argue that all war is an atrocity, but unfortunately war is an inevitable part of human nature; the best we can hope for is to limit its effects to those who are directly involved in the fighting in some way. The Sisters appear to be trying to do just that. By monitoring the state of warfare throughout the constellation, they can have direct evidence if one side or another begins to use inhumane means to achieve their ends. By keeping themselves fastidiously neutral, they can leverage their reputation without worries that they are working for one side or another, instead of seeing to what really matters: care for those who are caught in the crossfire.

A view over the surface of the asteroid which serves as the primary base for the local refugee center

The infrastructure the Sisters had managed to build up in Traun was impressive. It was a rather sprawling site, much more than I was expecting. The site itself was built around a hollowed-out asteroid. The massive rock provided a solid foundation for the base’s infrastructure as well as protection should anyone attempt to test the Sisters’ resolve in the constellation. Only a few buildings were viewable from outside the asteroid: the main landing pad and a few surveillance stations. The stations had a commanding view surrounding the asteroid, and provided them with a centralized location to monitor all the events in and around Ani. The asteroid itself had two openings roughly 180 degrees apart from each other. These two rather gaping holes, at least three times as big as my Drake, allowed access to the main facility, and the ability for me to see inside. Inside was a bit more crowded. The vast majority of the refugees made their living in a converted storage silo. Given the sheer volume of the silo, this makes sense, it could probably house thousands with room to spare. A number of surrounding facilities were built into the rock walls, providing logistical support. CONCORD has even made a point of showing the banner here; they have set up a station to act as police for the Sisters, helping them keep control over what at times must be a restless population.

Sunlight filters in through a nearby ship's sails, stationed near the center's landing pad.

It seemed to be a fairly basic base, but it certainly got the job done. I would expect nothing less from the Sisters. But what it lacked in amenities, it made up in the most important way of all: it gave the refugees a home, if only temporarily. Losing everything and being forced to flee your home is a terrifying ordeal, but knowing that there is someone out there that will take you mean can make all the difference in the world. That sort of terror is something that is completely foreign to us pod pilots. We have enough money to buy almost anything our heart desires. We can find free shelter at any one of literally thousands of stations who are eager to house us in the hopes of getting even our trash. We have no need to fear death, since clones provide us with a nearly flawless new body whenever needed. In many respects, I suspect that we’ve forgotten what it is to be human. The very thing that has let us leave the surly bounds of our planet and touche the sky has also, fittingly, kept us from grounding ourselves in our own humanity.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Sister Camp
• System: Traun
• Security Rating: 0.6
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.
• Scheduling Note: This coming Thursday is Thanksgiving in the United States. Since I will be up to my neck in family festivities, I don’t think I’ll be able to update next week. Sorry!

The hulking remains of an old Amarr Battleship.

One of the oldest sayings out there is “form follows function.” Most people take this to mean that function of an object is what defines its form. I’ve always taken it slightly differently: The function of an invention first defines the design. Later, as the object is better established, the design can move beyond the solely functional to include aesthetic considerations. You can see this evolution in a number of everyday objects. The first airplanes were ungainly, bulky, multi-winged contraptions. The first automobiles were boxy things, the very opposite of aerodynamic. The first personal aircars were some unholy hybrid of the worst of both designs. But things eventually changed. Airplane designers learned that two wings were enough. Car designers learned that sleek designs meant better fuel efficiency. And the wonders of anti-grav technology allowed much more personal preference into the aircar design process. First came the function of these devices, then came the aesthetic form to take them from purely functional things to, in their own ways, pieces of art.

The remains of the engine casing pokes above the edge of an asteroid.

The designs of spacecraft have gone through a similar transformation. Given the lack of air in space, aesthetics (which, in my experience, tends to equate to aerodynamics in most cases) often took a backseat to strapping on all the necessary equipment as cheaply as possible, especially in the first days of deep-space exploration. Aesthetics were a secondary concern, if they were considered at all. Indeed, in many ways, many of the older ships resembled contemporary Minmatar designs. Of course, the Minmatar these days seem to take a certain pride from the apparent haphazard designs, to the point that it has acquired its own special sense of aesthetics. Still, it can’t be denied that many of the original ship designs more closely resembled Minmatar designs to their current ones.

The wreckage of Reclamation spread against the backdrop of Traun III.

Between then and now, however, there was an awkward, almost adolescent phase of starship design. Designers seemed to believe that bigger was automatically better in every situation (an idea that has once again been in vogue as of late, it seems). Interestingly, not only did the empires design bigger classes of ships, they made old classes of ships bigger. At the time, these things made sense, as new technologies were being invented to supplement existing ship classes, but miniaturization hadn’t yet taken hold to make the size of those new technologies reasonable. It was an interesting design philosophy, and really only seemed to see its downfall once the Caldari and Gallente began experimenting with smaller ship designs once again during the Long War, forcing that miniaturization to take place. These days, you don’t really see examples of these monsters outside of museums. Most of them were salvaged for rather ample amounts of scrap metal. Every now and then, however, one of these monsters can be uncovered where it fell, such as the one in Traun. Reclamation, a ghost of times past, sits silently in its grave to this day. As Aura explains:

Once the Minmatar Rebellion spread into the Ani constellation the Nefantars pleaded with the Amarrians for help. The Amarrians responded by sending their largest battleship to the constellation, the Reclamation. At first, the huge ship along with its escort of support ships, swept through the constellation, destroying several squadrons of rebel forces. But only a week after its arrival, it was infiltrated by a Sebiestor saboteur and demolished. The destruction of the Reclamation signaled the end of the Amarrian initiative to eradicate the rebels in one blow, forcing them onto the defense.

One of the ships that makes a habit of hanging out near the wreck of Reclamation

Reclamation truly was a massive ship. Though billed (and classed) as a battleship, it would easily be comparable to today’s dreadnaughts or carriers. That’s not to say that it was as powerful as today’s dreadnaughts, of course. Indeed, it seemed to be the opposite of the recently announced ships from the various empire shipyards: a massive hull, with smaller class weaponry. At its prime, though, it must have truly been a sight to see. A massive ships, lasers screaming across the vast endlessness of space. Bringing death and destruction to all those who dare to defy the will of the Emperor. There is a reason that the Amarr Navy was feared for the longest time. Seeing this ship was like stepping back in history. And yet, it also shed some interesting light on history.

Parts of the superstructure of Reclamation have wrapped itself around a nearby asteroid.

As Aura noted, Reclamation was sent in response to the Minmatar rebellion. Interestingly, however, while Reclamation may have actually been the largest battleship in the Amarr fleet, it certainly wasn’t the strongest. As I’ve noted previously, the Minmatar Rebellion started in response to the trouncing given to the famed Amarr Golden Fleet. That fleet was composed of the most advanced ships in the Amarr fleet: at that time, Abaddons and Apocalypses. These ships were among the first in the Amarr fleet responding to the miniaturization seen in the other navies. So while Reclamation may have been the largest battleship remaining in the Fleet, it certainly was not the most powerful. That suggests that the Amarr High Command had already decided which way the winds were blowing. One ship, even one as massive as Reclamation, could not possibly have been enough to turn the tide of the Rebellion. It was a showing of the flag, knowing that it would go down. The only question was where and how, and that was answered within a week of reaching deployment.

Another view of the remains of Reclamation.

Regardless, today, all that remains of the Reclamation is a hulking wreck and the ghosts of the distant past. The Rebellion is long over, the Minmatar have established themselves as a legitimate nation, and all the sister ships of Reclamation have either been scrapped, been put into a museum, or sit in some space, adrift, like Reclamation herself. The only companions the wreck has today are those looking for a discreet place to meet and visitors like myself. The ship itself is a disaster: bits and pieces of the hull can be found throughout the area. Parts of the ship have detached. Departing from current Amarr design, the original hull apparently had a number of pods and bulges, most of which now float around the main hull like an awkward halo. In some respects, it was almost Gallente in nature, with random engine pods seemingly sprouting from the hull, though I doubt that the similarity was more than superficial. It was also odd to see an Amarr ship that didn’t glisten gold in the sun, but rather dully reflected the local star with a silverish sheen. I guess the golden hull was a bit too much form without much function.

Basic Information:

• Attraction:Reclamation Wreck
• System: Traun
• Security Rating: 0.6
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.

The ruins of Sanctum Psychosis float adrift in orbit of Lanngisi VI.

One of the repeating tragedies throughout history is the treatment of the mentally handicapped. It seems that every few decades, a “revolutionary” new treatment regimen comes around, or a new idea sweeps through the psychiatric community. Rarely, these new ideas result in better help for those afflicted with such diseases. All too often, however, it only worsens conditions for the mentally ill. You see it time and time again. Psychotropic drugs, horrific medical experiments, lobotomies, electroshock therapy: all of these have the dubious honor of having gained, at least for a little while, of being supported by the medical establishment. Worse, I suppose, is when we choose to ignore the mentally ill entirely. L0ck them away with no hope of treatment, or leave them out to fend for themselves in the depths of winter. Out of sight, out of mind. Thankfully, in today’s day and age, we at least attempt to help those who see things that aren’t there, think rules don’t apply to them, or even think that they have a lot more power than they actually do.

Over the years, a number of asteroids have congregated near the abandoned hospital.

Another problem with the mentally ill is that all too often, less civilized societies have the habit of calling any outcasts or those who don’t tow the line mentally ill, leaving them to the whims of mental health professionals. All too often, of course, there is nothing wrong with these people, other than the fact that they chose to speak their minds… against whomever the current authorities are. Even the Gallente and Intaki, in their more distant histories, have tales along this line. Less surprisingly, however, is the fact that the Amarr have a history of doing this. Even as recent as the Minmatar Occupation, the Empire made a repeated effort to lock up political dissidents, both Amarr and Matari, in mental illness facilities. And those efforts, for whatever reason, seemed to focus on the Lanngisi system. I don’t think I would enjoy living in a system whose claim to fame was housing the most mental health facilities and insane asylums out of the entire Empire but, then again, it wasn’t my place to judge. In any case, most of those hospitals seem to be shut down now, thankfully. Among those with the worst reputations, however, and the one that most deserved to be shut down, was the Sanctum Psychosis. As Aura explains:

Long before the Rebellion, while the constellation was still home of the Nefantar tribe, the Lanngisi system was the main location for those with mental illnesses. Various institutions operated in the system, each preaching its own unique way of treating patients. In time, as the Amarrians had to deal with more and more Minmatar political radicals and dissidents, they started to send those they viewed as a threat to the social stability to Lanngisi for ‘treatment’. After the Rebellion the institutions were promptly closed. A decade ago the Sisters of EVE refurbished one of the old institutional stations as a local aid station for refugees.

Sanctum Psychosis was initially part spa, part mental hospital for those suffering serious psychosis and delusions. Later on, with all the seriously violent patients referred to the place, it become nothing more than a prison for those deemed too dangerous to be on the loose.

A snake-like asteroid sits near the Sanctum. Lanngisi hides behind one of the Sanctum's pillars.

From what little I knew of the Sanctum, it’s founders initially did mean well. But time can do dangerous things to even the best of intentions. Over time, the “therapies” used became more and more inhumane, especially as the Sanctum was left with more and more dangerous criminals, more and more radical dissidents. When the goal is to simply remove people from society, rather than help them, such a slippery slope is all too easy. Back in its prime, though, the Sanctum must have been quite a magnificent sight. In classic Amarr form, the station high above Lanngisi VI evokes the feelings of a castle: tall, with spires and battlements, but made of pure gold, to shine in the sun. I had always been a fan of Amarr design, and this former mental hospital certainly highlighted it.

Another view of the ruins of Sanctum Psychosis

Today, the site is a mere shadow of its former self. Like the Asylum three planets over, it is long abandoned, and certainly no longer providing any kind of mental health services. Similarly, the station has been picked to the bone for any usable technology or relics of the Amarr age in Minmatar space, leaving only the superstructure left in orbit of Lanngisi VI. Unlike the Asylum, however, neither the Sisters of Eve nor anyone else have attempted to make use of the site of the Sanctum. The site sits all but abandoned today, the hulk of the station left adrift in Lanngisi orbit. It seemed certain that within a century or two, without station thrusters to keep it in orbit, the station would come tumbling down on to the temperate world of Lanngisi. It wasn’t a pressing concern by any means, but something to keep in mind for the Republic. No one liked having stations fall on to their heads. Even more problematic were the asteroids that had gathered near the Sanctum. A few of them even seemed to contain valuable minerals, even if it was only veldspar. But unless they were mined into nothingness beforehand, they could prove even harder to move into a stable orbit than the Sanctum.

One of the few people who still visit near the Sanctum. She seemed willing to give out missions to other pod pilots.

The days of the bustling station, filled with patients, doctors, and assorted personnel, was long in the past. Today, all that’s left are a few scavengers and those looking for an out of the way place to meet with others of disrepute. Indeed, Lanngisi in general seems to have fallen off of the map. Perhaps because of its abuses during the Occupation, the system no longer seemed to be the center of mental health that it once was. But we shouldn’t take that to mean that there were no more mentally ill people out there. They don’t just disappear, they are always with us, either from the unfortunate happenstance of genetics or the horrors of life. And we must never forget that we should judge societies based on how they treat the lowest of the low, and those unable to help themselves. We should be ready and eager to help those with mental illness, and not just ready to leave them out on the streets to freeze. After all, winter is coming.

Basic Information:

• Attraction: Sanctum Psychosis
• System: Lanngisi
• Security Rating: 0.5
• Region: Metropolis
• Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -4.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Minmatar, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
• Additional Notes: This also serves as a Minmatar COSMOS site.