Landing on My Feet

YC114.01.09

Where to start, where to freakin’ start...

It’s been just over a year since I escaped that rock I was born on, able to finally be free.  In charge of my own fate, living or dying on my own terms.

Hell, who am I kidding - trying to get as rich as I can and not be under someone else’s thumb!

Advent and the wormhole looked like just what I needed.  Like everything else I seem to encounter though, it was too good to last.  Right when I finally start coming into my own - getting good at scanning, actually leading scanning expeditions for the alliance, helping to find routes to K-Space or rock fields - everything started to come down around me.

Unfortunately, boss couldn’t keep the corp going.  We were doing ok, but couldn’t get it over the hump to the next step in growth.  So, he made the tough choice to shut things down - I can’t really blame him for that I guess.

This left me with a tough choice - stay in the hole, hooking up with Greater Realms; try to make it on my own in the hole; or high-tail it back to K-Space.  Or rather, not that tough a choice after all: GR has some friends I just don’t know about associating with.  Sansha’s group ain’t exactly known for encouraging free will in others...  And since they’re out there, trying to lone-wolf it in the hole wasn’t all that palatable either.

Full circle it was - back to K-Space, but with my head held high and my bank account higher: three months in the hole and almost a billion ISK to show for it!  Of course, I still had nowhere to return in K-Space; I’ve rather outgrown all those fresh grads from CAS, and didn’t really relish becoming just another number in some multi-region conglomerate - might as well fly straight to a Sansha system myself and cut out the middle man.

And wouldn’t you know it - who should reappear in my comms list by James, and now he’s CEO of his own corporation, Reclamation Technologies!  Turns out, just the thing RECLT could use is a fully trained miner with his own ships and crews; and hey, I happen to be a fully trained miner with my own ships and crews.  A little quid, some pro, a bit of quo, and next thing you know, I’m the new Production Chief for RECLT.  Now, how the heck do I get all my stuff back to civilization?

Let me say this: while I’ll miss the profits to be made in the hole, I sure won’t miss the nightmare of moving large quantities around.  Between the random spots the exit holes opened in, and the fact my poor Hulk couldn’t handle the exits I found... Ugh!  I ended up with goods spread over half the known universe - or at least it felt that way.  The only lucky break: Kiruss managed to get my mining ships hauled out, and to Stacmon no less, right next door to home sweet home Aidart!

Of course, I’d forgotten about James, and what drives him...