Its not easy being a woman. Especially in this world. Pfffft world... Universe if more like it. Always trying to stay one step ahead and never being given anymore respect then that of a piece of meat. Yet I digress and for that let me apologize.


I still remember my first ship after graduation. I was so proud. Flying through belts of asteroids killing rats. Then i moved up into a better frigate. If you can really call it moving up. My mission agents would congratulate me for a job well done. Constantly i would try to improve my standings gaining 'loyalty points' with my faction. Really though where is the loyalty?

I can remember when i had one particular mission which tried my faith and confidence. My first ship ever.... lost...

Did my agent do anything for me then? No. He mocked me... gave me not even the full value of my ship and a piece of Tritanium as though somehow this would makeup for the loss that i had suffered. My brave crew and equipment all gone. Its around this time that i began to become cynical and withdrawn. Watching from the outside i began to see how 'the man' in truth did very little to help me. He would chuckle as i left his office. A good slave to the governmental powers....


It was only a week or more after this i had a different assignment. To provide security in a fleet for a local mining corporation. These miners... sitting and staring at rocks for long stretches of time. I admit i could never do it.... the boredom it invokes would cause me and my crew to self destruct our vessel. I needed the money though so went along. They would mine for a time and jettison a cargo container. Another would get a transport pick it up and fly back to there starbase and offload. This went on forever it felt.

It was then i saw him.... a glittering shine is all that alerted me as our sensors went off at the same time for his approach. It was an Amarr Punisher. Not a ship that i was very familar with. On its side was painted a crude skull and crossbones. I watched as he came forward and jettisoned a can... taking the miners contents and putting it in his. With a slight pause and in breathless anticipation i told the crew to not lock him.... they stared at me in disbelief as the fleet began to cry for assistance...

Why should i... I didnt fire on him. They picked this fight. Let them finish it.

As flames began to spew from the Osprey off my port bow the Punisher did an odd little wave and destroyed the vessel. In my mind i could picture the smile of the captain. I felt the blood in my veins speed up as my heart felt it would burst as though i had run a long marathon back home. Then in an instant the wreckage was looted and the pirate gone....

I felt the rush though.... i decided that i needed to know more and become more focused on my missions.... training my combat and learning about warp jamming technologies. The agents of course all praised me and smiled believing that i had finally turned into just another sheep in a herd. I had decided though that i was by far no sheep...
I wanted to be the one who would destroy... the one who would loot and spread fear with my passing. Running these missions gave me nothing. I will earn my own fame and fortune. With this choice in my heart i saved my money.... Now though i have enough... In preparation i have purchased numerous ships as i go out and pave my road with the blood of the weak.

It has finally begun.



On the wings of death.... I have been summoned...



[OOC: This is just the first part of my excursion into the realms of piracy. I hope you enjoy reading it and many more (will make this weekly if you all enjoy reading it) as i learn day by day the nature of EVE]

Cleared for publication by: Ander