Finding a Rhythum

It has been nearly two months since I have been reborn as a capsuleer. I have learned many lessons since. Joining a corporation that has been continuously at war has been frustrating but has also been a stern teacher. I settled into a routine at this point which has lately been consistently been making me small but steady amounts of isk, about a million or more isk per hour. I have run multiple fleets, which I am still horrible at, taken some classes at the Uni and slaughtered scores of Angel Cartel pilots.

As an immortal the death of these non-capsuleer pilots seems routine, nothing more than a collection of a small bounty and perhaps a chance at some decent loot from their ships shattered hulls. I did not become a capsuleer to terrorize non capsuleers, I want to take on the best. Sadly I am not yet ready and I fly afraid of war targets. It is this fear that is keeping me alive, honing me into a weapon.

I have pretty much given up with not even a whimper my idea of forming a young worm-holing group. My leadership and organizational skills leave much to be desired. Now that I have found a slow but steady pace at making isk I don't feel the need to rush into this level of risk. I am busy training up basic skills to make me a more competent pilot. I will then train so that I can fly and then fit a Cheetah, a covert ops frigate. This will take me some time and in the interim I will continue to learn and earn. Then I will stalk dark space watching and learning. Waiting for opportunity, finding opportunity. I will make my first cloaked run to Jita to unload some of the loot I have collected for the almighty isk. I will become stronger and taking larger risks again to make more isk. More isk means more power. I still have much to learn so the Uni will remain my home for a while.

My main failure has been my inability to find a group of fellow capsuleers to fly with. It is these social relationships that harden into bonds that will mature into perhaps a small new corporation. A child to be unleashed upon the great wolves of the game. For it is in null sec that I am destined. To take and then hold space. To fight against the greats in this game. Is this all a delusion?

It is hard to imagine me, a pilot who cannot yet even really fly his new cruiser taking on alliances with thousands of pilots and trillions of isk to burn. The challenge fills me.