Scattered

I'm really not sure what to record here anymore. The daring exploits are becoming fewer and fewer. I suppose I could talk about working with the various Tribes and such...it's nothing unique, really.

Mostly, I just feel like everything in life has come to a standstill. The person I love most may (and probably does) not feel the same way for me. So....I'm rather fucked, to be quite blunt. My dreams of settling down on Matar and being some sort of family man and clan elder are quickly being replaced by a future with me doing the same exact shit I'm doing now. I don't know if I can handle another decade of this.

I do not ask for an easy path. I do ask for someone to tread it with. I simply cannot bear seeing such sights along the way and not being able to share them.

Correct

Well....I was right. And wrong. Whatever. Kikia's back, and that's all that matters.

As an aside, I could almost do ground combat for a living. I feel like I'm better at piloting a light attack vehicle than a Rifter....

Silence

It all makes sense now....the pieces have come together. Someone has been capturing us, one by one! I look through the corporate logs and many of us haven't reported in for months! Months! There is someone whisking us away....I won't have it. I won't!

Crypt

Fury will always be in my heart. Even in hisec, which I have not visited for over a year, I find myself thrashing the slavers about. There was an incident involving an Angel Cartel fleet; I may face court martial. Whatever. So after updating these logs I'm going to disconnect all the interfaces from my pod and just float, clearing my mind. It might do me some good.