Humble Beginnings

"Amidst the black void, a link from past to future. The sheltering wings of the protector..."
Adapted from AC4

I sit here, recording this now as I take a break from studying various electronic upgrades, in the hopes of flying a Helios-class frigate... eventually.

My name is Avan. A few months ago, I graduated from the Caldari State War Academy. Since then, I've done quite a bit. I started my career working for the Hyasyoda Corporation, as a sort of consultant. The corporation from which Hyasyoda 'hired' me changed several times.

For a week or so after I graduated, I worked for Hyasyoda. I made a friend, and this friend taught me a tactic allowing for legal combat in high security space that does not require a formal war declaration. He called this 'can-flipping'.

After my first can-flip, I received three kills with no losses. My hands were shaking with the adrenal rush. Then, my corporation decided to formally declare war on another corp. As far as I know, my killing of a Cormorant Destroyer with my brand new Caracal was the only action of the war.

Once the war came to pass, I found myself in a new corporation, where I taught myself the art of the 'suicide gank', an attempt to destroy another ship in high security space without provocation, and do so before CONCORD arrives to break up the party.

I learned quickly that such a tactics requires organisation and precise timing, neither of which were had by my allies or me, at least at the time. I moved to yet another corporation, and with that move came another to null security space for a short stay. I returned to high security space, disillusioned with the sorts of lopsided battles that my corp, as well as its alliance, had to deal with.

I stayed in the corp as I cleaned space with salvagers and continued can-flipping. Eventually, I decided to leave the corp.

Then, I had an idea. For times since my graduation, I had read the chronicles of pirates such as this and this. I figured, why not join them among the stars?

So, I set about liquidating the salvaged I had procured around the Forge area as my training in Gallente interceptors terminated.

As I lumbered about in "Wtfmate?", my microwarpdrive equipped Badger-class industrial, I examined various low security regions to which I could move.

My eyes glittered as they found a word that spoke volumes to me.

Essence.

During my rush to move into my new home, I warped my little probe-Heron to a low security gate. What I wasn't expecting was a burst of lag, then to find myself suddenly in a station again, implantless, and in a new body, victim of a smartbomb camp.

Damn.

Well, it's a cruel world, and I'll give it a little shove further in that direction, and maybe even get some revenge.


Moral of the Story: Don't warp to 0 in fragile ships if local is high.