Leaving the Venal station in Y-4 behind in our carriers, we ventured into the low security lawlessness of the Placid region.
Its a strange feeling to roam the space lanes looking for prey. But never the less I assumed patrol duty much like I had in my mercenary days. The new ships of choice were the small nifty assault frigates who for some time has been frowned upon, but recent changes to the design has made them very viable fighters.
After some days of patrolling and running into a new phenomenon called sentry towers I was lonely.
My new corp and alliance were active mostly when I had to power down my ship and when I saw my chance for some fighting it was a long roam they were about to set out on.
I was disillusioned, when the opportunity offered it self. Minmatar Mafia was moving out in my old region Geminate and I at once offered to clone jump to Geminate and head out in one of the ships I still had located in the area.
Much to my surprise I got told off. Pin Wang of Minmatar Mafia informed me that he did not fly with new inexperienced guys. I admit that I am not as experienced on small scale fleet combat as Minmatar Mafia that work as a tight knit unit, but one have to start somewhere. The place to start was obviously not in Minmatar Mafia. For a while I sat as physically hit, waiting for InSession to tell this pilot to stand down and treat a fellow alliance mate fairly or even straight out ask me to join in the roam.
I sat in my Taranis some 6-8 jumps from the Minmatar gang and felt the darkness move in.
Ive never felt betrayed before but for the first time in my life I did.
I told Pin to put his head where a sun never shines and headed back to empire. I quickly docked and just told the hangar crew to undock me in my emergency pod.
I warped to a nearby sun and considered my options while staring at the hypnoticing effect of sun flaes exploding into space.
Ill be damned I thought and decided that such an event would not send me running but to be frank the event nagged me as I headed back for Placid.
Arriving at the gate of the region I stared at the sun reflecting in the armor plates.
For a few more days I have lingered but frequently stop by the gate to behold it. It tells the story of a promised land. I shall hang by it for a few days to see what it tells me. I think it tells me that my future lies in the horizon.
That guy sounds like a right arse. Inexperienced, you? Ha.