An Old Friend

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Empire. I never realised how fat and lazy it makes you. With Concord looking over your shoulder you'd have to be a fool to lose a ship. Although those that fly here do not see it. They go about their business wrapped up in their safe little bubbles. The only thing worse than these complacent fools are the ones that prey on them. The so called pirates that cannot take the competition of the lower security systems. I never realised how much I had grown to hate it here, and how much contempt I have for the residents. It is as well my affairs here are now in order, apart from the occasional (and unavoidable) supply runs I am finished with the opulence and petty rivalry of high security space!

This last week was meant to be a break from the grind of life in 0.0. But turned out to be more eventful. After I collected the last of my stored equipment I contacted Vincent. It was good to see him, it has been a long time! It turns out he is now an affiliate of the Angel Cartel, and flies with a small Corporation called Ghost Festival, out of the Bleaklands. I am entirely comfortable with Piracy, but living in outlaw space has eroded my morals so I agreed to go on a patrol. It was nice flying with a small tight team again, even as an outsider looking in. I was also flying a Crucifer class for the first time. The downside of flying with a small gang is the losses, we lost 2 frigates but the Pods did get out, took the edge off the elation of taking down an assault frigate somewhat. Although I am somewhat surprised by my lack of emotion, perhaps because I did not know any of the plots involved. Because of Vince (and hopefully my performance in the Op) I have been invited to fly with the Ghosts again, In return I have offered to run supplies into Tzvi.

But for now I need to return to Branch. My Hulk will be ready - the Ore must flow!

And yet there is a turmoil within me. A darkness on my soul. I need to think. I need.....to be alone.