Space. It is cold and it is what I fear most. Since my birth almost a year ago I had this yearning, like a splinter in my mind, driving me mad. No matter how hard I tried I could not escape it, and I could not escape myself. I walk mainly in a slouch, my crew eyeing me nervously as my eyes dart to every single pair of theirs, piercing their souls with judgemental distain. Standing on the raised platform, the caldari mark etched into the wall behind me, I oversee the attention of my fellow law-abiders. And as I do I cannot help but feel a gargantuan sense of hatred and gruelling contempt for all that I see. Containing an outburst that would surely end me without a ship let alone a crew I stand down and storm away; the only sound being the grinding of my shoes on the cold metallic floor, accompanying me back to my pod.
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I slouch into my soft leather chair and take a long deep breath, scratching my broken fingernails and staring at my main focus screen, into the endless abyss of space. It is at that moment a sudden rush, like a flow of water turning back to sea, washes over me. I feel numb, everything goes silent except a high-pitched squeal that's muffled like it's in-between my ears, then my hands reach for the self destruct panel.
The three separate security codes are in place, the timer it set. My fists raise, the hatred wells up within my body, high in my chest as my breathing become very deep and fast, I close my eyes and thrust forwardBANG BANG BANG. Waking up from what seemed a trance I bring my breathing back to normal and shutdown the self-destruct sequence. Opening my pod door I see my first officer, another mission has arrived from HQ. Opening my journal I see my new assignment, cheekily nicknamed Guristas Extravaganza, no doubt by some moron who has never flown in a ship let alone pilot one, I dock in my local station to re-fit and re-arm.
Scotty gives me the all clear and my Battle Cruiser class Drake lurches forth from the station, into endless nothingness. Warping to the start gate left by the local security forces, I wonder if this fight will actually be worthwhile. The strength of a ship depends entirely on the fitting and skills of the pilot, but sometimes I feel that this ship is too powerful. Waves of enemies, 30 vs. 1 and I come out triumphant. How do these pirate factions survive in high security space? The hundreds if not thousands that I have slaughtered mercilessly always seem to count for nothing. Pausing slightly as my chief engineer gives the all clear I initiate the warp drive.
Through 4 pockets of space, no enemy is left alive, as the last subordinate is extinguished in front of my eyes I hear the faint bumps and thuds of the wreckage colliding with my hull. I engage the gang leader and his spider drone I, drips of sweat from the fighting cause my eyes to flicker and tremble as I struggle to focus on the mission at hand. I realise this man is more experienced than the insignificant thugs I encounted earlier, but alas not a worthy fight, his shield goes within 2 volleys of missiles, just as I am about to launch the final volley I get a comms request from the pirate leader. Acting graciously and on ceremony though against security rules I accept. Only one sentence is sent from the pirate, 'Why are you doing this?' just as his warp core begins meltdown and explodes, blowing my ship 30km away at tremendous speed. I awaken two hours later, my ship somehow intact but severely damaged, my right eye twitches, I can see...