Another dead end
03 Oct 2020Helshad
Someone once told me that the universe was changing all the time. I didn't believe him back then. Today I do. Its the third time now that I change colors. I wonder why I even bothered to go back to civilized space. I was happy out there in the void. Minding my own business, exploring, finding new planets no one ever set foot on. I just had to get back again and get myself dragged in to politics again. Stupid. Still, now I am here. I actually made some friends this time around. The wanderers were in bad shape, it turned out, when I joined up with them. Only some weeks after I was accepted among their ranks it fell apart and the remnants reformed into a brotherhood. I love the life, the wars, the fear in our enemies eyes. Seeing my friends walk with straight backs and proud grins on their faces make me smile. I cant say why but it all grew on me and now its like a drug. I cant be without it. Didnt even make it a full year before things fell apart again.
Internal power struggle I think it was. Don't really care. Never was much for politics anyway. We broke of again, the entire core of those coming from the wanderers and now we formed the corporation. Business as usual. Back to pushing a foot into a system again and take control and I guess we will expand and conquer. I want that. The hunt is drawing me in. I need to feel it again. I cant sit on some shitty rock and rot. I need the action. I guess its time. Mission has been given.
Ps. Why the hell did I write this down in my logbook?