Talk:Huang Yinglong (Player corporation)

IF YOU WISH TO BECOME A DRAGON

In the first quarter of year 108, the Vherokior people were officially accepted into the Minmatar Republic. Since then more and more of our brothers and sisters have been seen in the space lanes of Empire, in many different trades. Most of us had been scattered amongst the star lanes with no station or planet to call home, while others have dwelt within the Republic but were not given access to the training to become pod pilots, or languished as slaves among the Amarr.

The legends and histories of the Vherokior consist of many different stories. Largely, we have lived as traders and mystics; some trace our roots back to the Starkmanir tribe, an old matari tribe that was nearly annhilated during the rebellion. But from that point to this day, little is known.

Huang Yinglong was formed in Alakgur by Vherokior pilots with a violent past as slaves and prisoners of Caldari pirate corporations. With the help of some agents of the Republic Security Services, these brave pilots received the training and tools to utilize the fire within that has forged them to the warriors they are today.

HUANG began as a combat corp, assisting one other in fighting off pirate attacks within the Republic. Later, we chose the traditions of Vherokior tribe and now practice a house-based structure within the corporation. Our goals are to gather fellow Vherokior and build for ourselves a new home. Our past has been coloured by a nomadic lifestyle, but with the events our people have experienced, we feel the need for more security and stability.

We ask a great deal of our members, and have a charter of rules and bylaws which every corp member must respect. We emphasize team work and the importance of keeping our people united. Oftimes these may seem restrictive or even harsh, but in the end the fundamental concern is to remain kind and helpful to our own. We mainly dwell in low security space and are often involved with conflicts and embroiled in wars against pirates and other miscreants, which is why we require all of our pilots to possess basic combat skills.

For more information, please contact us in space.

Our open NeoCom channel: R-HUANG

(( OOC: Huang Yinglong is a role playing corporation. Our names, bios and background stories are appropriate to the EVE universe. We would like our members to be mature Vherokiors from the EVE universe, with a story and background to suit. We respect the prime fiction, as should all our recruits and members.

We expect members to stay in-character in the corp channel and generally act as if they really live in the EVE universe, as opposed to just playing a game. ))

The Saga of Ma Zhiqiang, Founder and CEO of Huang Yinglong

I was raised by a clan of Vherokior traders who made clandestine living deep within Caldari space, mainly by keeping a close eye the fluctuating prices of mineral and other commodities. Because we were Matari, we had to remain hidden and operate as blockade runners, secretly moving between systems in small and fast ships. We received help from an underground network of Thukkers and Sebiestors smugglers and black marketeers, who were eventually able to smuggle my clan back into Matari space. I still have some hazy memories from our time in exile--hiding in secret cargo holds while Caldari police boarded our ships, or strapping in while our small frigates dodged the fire of Caldari patrols.

Shortly afterward, my family was re-established in Heimatar, and I began my studies at the Republic Military School in Ammold system. It was there I first met Turalna; she was a couple of years older than me, but we made a connection as Vherekiors minorities, though our backgrounds and histories were quite different (it always seemed she had a secret past). We spent much time during the earlier years of training scouting the low sec systems bordering the Caldari pirate zones.

Then an alliance of Amarr slavers, backed by various Caldari pirate corporations, assaulted and plundered many of the systems around Ammold. Many of the students and other residents the RMS station where I was studying were captured and enslaved. About two hundred of us survived the attack; we were shackled with slave e-tags and collars, and forced to work building POS's for the pirates. Our home over the the next 2-3 years was a barely spaceworthy Badger Mk I, with a barely functional recycler and power plant, and which constantly vented atmosphere and heat into space. The conditions were brutal--those of us who were not killed in accidents or died of disease or exhaustion clung to our lives. In the end, only about thirty of our original group remained, including my comrade Turlana.

In the start year of 105, we were laboring at a small POS that was guarded by a only minor pirate force. In secrecy we had got in contact with agents from Republic Security Services, which when the time was right, had sneaked past the pirate perimeter with a small and swift recon assault squad. In a brief but intense battle, the RSS Hounds and Rapiers blew the pirate Caldari ships into scrap metal and plasma. We had been rescued and liberated, and were ferried to the RSS station in Alakgur system.

There, Turalna and myself convalesced, along with the remaining twenty of us who had survived the attack. When at last we had healed and regained our strength, those of us who were trained pod pilots were introduced to the RSS agent at the station, who offered paid missions for us, much of it involving payback to the pirates and slavers who had so abused us.

Soon we determined to found our own corp, a combat corp of Vherokior pilots, one that would let us rebuild both the Vherokior tribe's past honor and glory, and strike blows against the Amarr, Caldari, and all pirate scum. Thus Huang Yinglong was born out of the cauldron of our inner fire, a corp named in the old Vhek tongue after the legendary Golden Dragons of Victory, symbols of strength and wisdom of our people.

As many of my former clan had been scattered by the pirate invasion, so too were other Vherokiors. Our mission to find and gather them is not an easy or swift one, but I persevere.

The day Turalna left the office and never returned is one that still grieves and mystifies me. Something in her past always haunted her--perhaps she left to seek an answer to it, or to lay those ghosts to rest; who can say? But I have gathered many stalwart and skilled pilots of my people, and as word if our deeds spread, ever more rally beneath our standard and emblazon the Victorious Dragon on their ships.