Kir Kryyn's Annals

Now that I have been getting a little more action in I have started to take the time to tweak my boat. Still pretty confused by the dizzying amount of options but I am starting to settle in on some things that feel nice to me.

The Gallente Federation has quickly learned that I hold no loyalty to my Caldari brethren. My only gripe so far has been the missions a Navy drone sent me on that resulted in the loss of two ships. Intentionally. I have no time for such things. Have we not officially signed on to fight their war for them, things likely would not have gone well for him.

I doubt we will maintain this contract indefinitely. This name stored in my journal may become useful sometime in the future.

Eyebrows were raised when I entered the Navy office. Good old fashioned racism. Nice to know that some things remain constant throughout the worlds of the universe.

I knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Orders received. I now call Scully my home.

Tired of scrounging around for food. Education costs are… higher than I would have expected. Taking advantage of my extended station time by challenging myself to a little test. How much more can I actually make off of these odd jobs? Depends on how aggressively I negotiate…

Seems to be going pretty well so far.

Something doesn’t feel quite right. I’ve learned it is best to not ignore this feeling. Going to be keeping a low profile until this is sorted out.

Going to have to feel this thing out a bit. Off the top of my head I cannot think of much to do with this but ferry ore on a mining op. Might use this time to see what sort of capabilities this thing has.

If nothing else, Supply might have a use for it.

Needing a little cooling down period. We have our orders and I am interpreting them as “stay docked, continue learning.” My time will come to contribute. I’m not doing anyone any good right now.

My work here is done. Next contract, please.

Getting more than a little tired of running Ochishi’s deliveries. I really do not think I am cut out for this type of work. But alas, a job is a job and it pays the bills.

That is not to say there hasn’t been some combat. Pretty lite, though, and really no match for me. These high security punks have gotten way too soft.

I should definitely try to keep an eye on my pride. Is going to be easy to get cocky until I have met some pilots that are actually dangerous.