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u'In classical antiquity, the strix (plural striges {STRIH-jeez} or strixes) was a malevolent, nocturnal bird of ill omen, a harbinger of war and civil strife, that fed on human flesh and blood, serving as an early precursor to modern vampires and witches. Derived from the ancient Greek word for owl, this terrifying creature was deeply rooted in Greek and Roman superstition.

The Striges of Black Rise

In the poisoned darkness of Black Rise, where the nebula bleeds sapphire into the unending night and only the strong survive, Liana Nightweaver and Al D Bernoulli forged their pact.

Once loyal servants of the Caldari cause, both had been burned by betrayal and the fragile politics of dying alliances. Liana, a veteran of logistics and leadership, had watched her contributions stripped of meaning. Al D Bernoulli, a ruthless fleet commander known for driving larger enemies to the edge of defeat, had grown tired of fighting for banners that crumbled. Disillusioned and dangerous, they turned their backs on the past and vanished into the lawless constellations.

Then on day, amid the wreckage of a long-abandoned Gallente research outpost drifting near a raging plasma planet, they uncovered something ancient and malevolent.

A sealed quantum archive labeled \u201cPolyphonte Protocol\u201d activated in the gloom of the station. Its fractured holograms told of an old Earth horror:

The myth unfolded before them in holographic fragments:


A woman who defied love itself.

Driven to madness.

A union with primal fury.

Two children born of rage and violence.

And finally, divine punishment: transformation into something greater and more terrible.


Liana stared at the projection: an obsidian-feathered predator hiding in perfect darkness, crimson eyes burning with hunger, its cry a promise of coming slaughter, wings spread across a battlefield. \u201cThis isn\u2019t just a story,\u201d she whispered. \u201cIt\u2019s a warning\u2026 and a blueprint.\u201d. Al D pondered this for a moment be for saying, \u201cWe are already this\u201d his gaze fixed on the images before him \u201cWe feed on war. We grow stronger on loss and ruin.\u201d A smile, cold and sharp grew across his face. \u201cThen let\u2019s stop pretending to be anything else.\u201d

In that moment, they shed the last remnants of loyalty to old allies. From the ashes of broken trust and blood-soaked campaigns, they rose as something darker \u2014 a cold, calculated predator cloaked in Caldari discipline, Gallente ferocity, and Guristas cunning. The Striges of Black Rise.

A corporation that strikes hard and feeds on the endless fires of eternal war between the Gallente and Caldari. That faces conflict fearlessly and turns profits from the corpses they leave behind in the void. Liana weaves and supports from the shadows, while Al brings the fury of a tornado to those who would challenge the duo.

Even now, across contested systems and the growing theaters of war, enemies speak in hushed tones of a haunting, inverted cry echoing through local comms just before the system fall silent.

A sound older than New Eden.

The Striges are awake.

And they are hungry for war.'