Freedom. Sweet freedom. Not to say I haven't enjoyed my time with the 22nd Black Rise Defensive Unit, but it is nice to be forging my own path across the stars.
And by "forging my own path" I of course mean "sleeping on the goddamn Legion because I haven't decided where I'm going to base GI out of."
Shit, that can't be good for my back. The Amarrians know how to make things goddamn shiny, but for comfort, nothing can match the memory-foam molded bunks of my beloved Tengu. The Amarrians believe apparently "Pain is a step closer to God." Maybe that's why they're always so uptight. Can't sleep on this shit, can't sleep with the computer's systems constantly sending out religious chants through the speakers during all hours of the day. That was easy enough to fix in my Armageddon- just shoot all the speakers.
I'll get on that in the morning.
Ah, right, nearly forgot. Got the necessary palms in Concord greased to get them to look the other way when I shoot people in Empire. "Incorruptible" my ass. They even have forms to fill out for the damn bribes. Can't avoid paperwork. Ever.
I haven't decided to shoot any fluffy bears this first time- I've never been particularly good at tracking people down who don't want to fight, and I want to start Griefing Inc out with a bang. Or massive failure. Whatever. So I've declared war on the Income Redistribution Service, led by some mentally-deluded nutjob. I heard he's crazy, but doesn't run from fights. Should be a simple enough job, no profit in it though.
My contacts in the Amarrian Ministry of Internal Order have informed me that he currently operates out of Vuorrasi- Vuorrasisith oh fuck it you know where it is. Can't sleep for shit in Amarrian quarters, but their intelligence services can't be equaled. Unless you're a Gallente whore with huge tits, but I can't say that I am.
Might as well get over there. This'll be a fun flight- at least the Amarrians can't make the pod any more uncomfortable than it is already.
New war is over
1 year ago