A new dawn

To tell the truth, I had hit a bit of a rough patch after sitting in Empire for several months.  I had grown tired of the "you must fly this ship with this setup and have two of these ship types available at all times" attitude of many corps, but desperately missed PVP.  After much thought, I came to the realization that pirating would be the perfect match to what I wanted to do.  If I felt the need to sit in the station bar for a month and drink beer, so be it no mandatory ops or ship types or play styles.  It seemed as though I had found a perfect match, in principle at least, implementation was a bit more tricky.

After considering the idea for a while, I made two decisions that shaped my future in the universe. 

1.  I need to learn how to solo.  This fundamental hole in my training was the source of much of my frustration.  If I didn't feel comfortable on my own, then I was tied to a gang and therefore their shiptypes and schedules.  This needed to change!

2.  The Rifter hull is king.  As I began my studies into pirating and solo flying, I quickly ran across the works of a Rifter afficinado named Wensley.  I can't begin to articulate how the information gathered from his works enlightened and inspired my current path.  I highly recommend reading and contemplating the information contained within his pages if you ever plan to be truly effective in solo combat.

So here I am, a new path, new information to digest and practise, and a new thirst for the blood of all those I deem enemies.  Only the future will see how it all pans out, I'm only certain that there will be lots of flames.

The beginning

The day started like so many before it, waking up wondering how I made it back to my quarters in one piece with a splitting headache from the previous nights drinking with my fellow Rebels.  As I got dressed and prepared to start the day, I couldn't help but recall the last thing my old man had said to me before I left for the last time.  "Ninyn, this self destructive behaviour will be the end of you"  How little did he know how right we would be, the lifestyle had led to my destruction hundreds of times as explosions ripped through my pod, only to be alive today through the virtual immortality afforded by capsuleer technology.

The story of my life is like so many others in New Eden, born into a wealthy family (of course only wealthy through the slave labor of the Minmatar), proverbial silver spoon firmly in my mouth.  I attended the Imperial Academy for capsuleer training, then flew with several corporations in both Empire and null-sec.  I even had a misguided month flying with with a corporation dedicated to killing Minmatar who only sought freedom for their families.  Eventually, I tired of all of this returned to my corporation I had started years before to launder ISK, settled in Empire and began to plot my next course.