I gaze out the window of my home spacestaion here in Aldrat, a system in the Metropolis region. Spaceships of various models lazily dock and exit. Trails of light behind them as they enter into warp. I have been so busy flying, killing, earning, learning, that I have lost my way a bit. Sure I have plans and perhaps a purpose but I am once again forgetting the present. What a strange adventure this capsuleer life would be if I were to forget that bit of knowledge that has cost me so dear to learn.
I have grown used to this body, this clone. Having been some time now since my last clone perishsed in a capsule just outside the walls of this station. How confused I was then, losing ships, afraid. There is still fear, we are and have always been at war since I have joined this corporation, Eve University. War targets prowl this system, this region and others far beyond it. I have demonstrated that I am no match for them, not yet. In fleets I can get in on some kills, but being a part of the blob is not what I had expected or hoped.
The news flashes before me, blazing lights against the far wall. There is much going on here in New Eden. Even within my own corporation I have only scratched the surface of what is possible. When I left my natural body for an immortal life and inhabited my first clone I left much behind. Should I reclaim it now? I am Minmatar, I have brothers and sisters in chains. I am free, wealthy, a capsuleer, what is my duty? Should I participate in faction warfare, try to overun the Amarr? To what purpose, it seems the grand political events of our age are all scripted now. Concord polices us all.
I spead out the map of New eden before me. Empire space, high security, in there in Minmitar space I live. It is not safe, nowhere really is but I am protected. Coddled even by Concord. My eyes drift to low security space, Empire claimed but where Concord is limited. Where pirates roam and wreak havoc. Their Concords mighty ships will not reign justice. Only a thin veneer of the order remains.
Out beyod low security space lies null-sec. Vast stretches of space lining the periphy of New Eden. Here the mighty capsuleer alliances rule. Wars rage to the North and South. No Concord. Here capusleers lay claim to space. It is here that I feel where I belong. Now that I am a capsuleer I have a joined the realm of Gods. Is this madness, not yet, just immortality.
There also exits a strange in between space. The wormhole. I visited one early on. Inching into it's lair, eyes wide open and heart beating with fear. Me a new pilot who couldn't curb my curiosity.
So I have spent some time in high security space and have become a high sec explorer. I kill Angel Cartel pirates collect bounties, loot, slavage wrecks. It's a living. Soon I will scan out cosmic signatures and explore their mysteries, searcing for more valusable treasue and yes kill more rats. But what of capsuleers? Of these giant alliances who have come to dominate null sec space, when will their time come?
What can a pilot alone, with only a small cruiser do against such a behemoth? Not much. Hell I can hardly control my drones, what right do I have to lay claim to a piece of claimable space? None, I have not earned that right. I have reached out a bit to fellow capsuleers. More on that later if something pans out. I did not arrive here to stand alone. Alone I can do only so little. Perhaps I am not the man I thought, perhaps my role is not to lead capsuleers but to follow them? I suppose that is fine as long as I see a purpose. The Uni is what I thought it was, a place to learn and train. I have yet to find my real place in this life.
Perhaps before I can find my place amongst others I need to truly find my own place inside. I hope to soon have my first covert-ops frigate. A vessel where I can pierce the dangers of wormhole, low sec, null sec space in some higher measure of safety. With this vessel I could travel the outer regions, spy on the goings on of capsuleers. But I can't really affect things. Not yet. Not until I am able to fly and afford a strategic cruiser. That will still be some time away. I doubt myself, perhaps it's my way of knowing I am still alive.
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