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	<title>Long Point</title>
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		<title>Burning Bridges</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Points of cold wet assailed my senses. It was a feeling not unlike the pod induced sensation of taking auto-cannon fire. I focused on that similarity. Bullets ricocheting off of the armored skin of a ship was familiar. The feeling of rain, however, was profoundly alien. As were funerals. &#8220;Ashes to ashes, dust to dust&#8221; I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/339</link>
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		<title>brb</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hello, it&#8217;s been a while. As is patently obvious it has been some time since I did anything with this blog. The short leave of absence I&#8217;d planned turned into a long leave of absence from the blog and from EVE. These things happen. Fortunately RL has become less randomly unstable, if not less stressful, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/317</link>
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		<title>War &amp; Piracy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I docked my pod in Ladistier and had it immediately loaded into the unscratched hull of the Arbitrator I had stationed there. My thoughts lingered on the undock protocols momentarily. I forgot the undock, and moved the comms into attention. &#8220;Did you manage to get out,&#8221; I asked over the fleet channel. &#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m fine, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/305</link>
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		<title>Stupid, stupid, stupid&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I approached the wormhole cloaked and took a reading. My systems reported it as roughly stable and leading to known space. Excellent. The exploration team had been operating in the alien system for almost two hours now, and the wormhole we&#8217;d come in through was already beginning to show signs of decay. &#8220;Found another way [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/298</link>
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		<title>Peace &amp; Quiet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I brought my anathema to a halt ten kilometers from the wormhole and watched as the rest of the fleet began to pour through. The system was scanned, we were the only group around, but I still felt vulnerable as I briefly dropped my cloak. I jettisoned the container of bookmarks, the can clearing my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/280</link>
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		<title>You can&#8217;t make an omelette&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been a bit out of touch recently with the blog, and have been harassed by some of my readers. Thank you, to those of you who bothered to harass me for my sporadic in game periods recently. With the end of summer, comes the end of another research project, and the endings of things [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/278</link>
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		<title>Evolution</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I took another sip of my rum &#38; quafe and continued to browse through the mess of corporate news. Being alone, cut off from the secured corp channels was annoying. Waiting for a bunch of bureaucrats to decide whether or not I was dangerous to the federation was more annoying. The alcohol helped. I perused the recent [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/276</link>
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		<title>The Waiting Game&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My stint in the militia had been brief before being called back for corporate duty. I sat patiently in an uncomfortable chair, awaiting the approval of a new corporate charter. &#8220;Yes, everything looks in order.&#8221; The Gallente official looked up from behind the pile of paperwork and smiled. &#8220;The federation now recognizes you as the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/273</link>
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		<title>Generations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I wanted you to have these,&#8221; he said, handing me the thin wooden box with both hands. I received it with both hands, bowing my head. I felt the grain of the polished oak touch my fingertips. Despite my mixed feelings toward my father, I was honored by the gesture. I was careful not to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/269</link>
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		<title>The First Jump&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Your office is packed up Madame,&#8221; came the voice of the corporate hangar manager over my portable neocom, &#8220;good luck out there.&#8221; And then the corporate feed went black. I was officially a freelance capsuleer now, for a few hours anyway, before I put in my application for the Federal Defense Union. I considered logging [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.yawningrat.net/archives/233</link>
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