Item hangar breach

The war declaration between a capsuleer corporation and our own is now a couple of weeks old, and I am confident our adversaries are being severely trounced. However, at the onset of this inter-corporation conflict, I did not know what to expect. Indeed, this is my first time involved in such a corporate war.

Lunarisse had assured me that we did not need to bring the rare books to a safe underground planetside bunker. She even seemed surprised at my concern, apparently this sort of thing is usual. Maybe it is a way for the young nobles to show off their bravery in modern-day jousting contests.

Nevertheless, I was not reassured about this war. It is the task of any leader to tell their rank-and-file members that all will be fine if you just keep the line.

I feared temporary disruptions in supplies. In order await our inevitable glorious victory with some modicum of comfort, I decided to build up a small wartime stock of supplies. Canned beans, flour, sugar, rice, sigarettes (to trade when the economy breaks down) and a copious, feel-good amount of toilet paper.

One of the good sides of being a capsuleer is that you don’t have to wrestle for the last can of beans in the grocery store when people are hoarding. Not that there has been any hoarding, mind you. To my surprise, the baseliners in Mehatoor are quite jaded about this war, having lived through the recent Triglavian threat. Anyway, capsuleers can just order in bulk, by the ton, and have it delivered in their hangar. So that is what I did.

For some unknown reason, all bulk orders of toilet paper come with complimentary crates of hand sanitizer gel and facemasks. This mercantile tying of goods is an ancient custom in all empires. It has been done for as long as there are historical records. No-one quite knows how this habit originated, back in the mist of time, and it stands as one of the great unsolved mysteries in ethnology.

Today, I found out that someone tore open the wrapping of the pallet on which the toilet paper was stored. I first thought there was a fedo infestation, but there were also rolls missing. Fedos don’t use toilet paper. Closer inspection of the inventory revealed also missing cans of beans. None of my precious relics were missing, and also no ship equipment has been stolen. And, to make the mystery complete: there have been no recorded entries or exits in my hangar except myself.

I have bought some state-of-the-art sensors to secure the hangar, and installed surveillance drones at the entrances and exits and near the relics. I’ve also placed a fedo trap with a can of beans and a roll of toilet paper in it.