Focused Destiny

Destiny. A inevitable course of events that has happened and is planned to happen.

I would perhaps say that destiny has a cruel way of playing tricks. The past few... months now I think it's been have been almost like ghosts of premonitions of past dreams; whispers in the air that you can't quite make out.

It turns out that between Ethan, Myrhial, and Aria, VETO. and Ghost Festival have come to some sort of under table agreement with each other in order to work as a cohesive group of pirates; thus ending a buried longing of wanting to go back to the banner of the Cartel supporters. So far this has borne many good things and relations between our corporations aside from mutual respect of one another despite... different faction allegiances.

My own sanity had slowly started to fray at the edges causing long lapses of time where I'd simply stow away planet side or somewhere in one of my many hangars to meditate and reflect. Now it seems that the other side of my personality is coming out; purposely surppressed emotions taken away when I went under for my Inquisitor upgrades. The needs to go out and perhaps, not soley destroy those I may or can find, but to even help those who would normally be victims. That or go into solitude in the far reaches of Stain where the only neighbors are the robotic Sansha patrols that ghost between asteroid belts and the system stargates.

In anycase I've slowly started to focus on what it is I really need to do to help myself. My desires to be in a pod and out flying have deminished slightly unless a few close friends happen to undock for a patrol or two.