A Personal Journey
“Have you visited those oceanic planets?”, Barbz asked me. We were in the station’s pub and on the TV screen we were watching news about a discovery of a new sea monster on one of the oceanic planets.
“Well, of course”, I said. Continue reading “Day 32: Climbing Up The Food Chain Part 1”
What Barbz said struck me. Somehow I’ve never thought of it. My expenses were mostly normal daily necessities and almost never something of luxurious matters. Of course sometimes I’d need to spend extra such as whenever I needed to buy a new ship or fittings, but that was not to the scale that would drain my savings. I’ve never tried to accumulate money to become rich.
“But Barbz, I feel fine with what I have now. Money is not the most important thing for me”. Continue reading “Day 31: Could We (Not) Buy Happiness? Part 3”
“Wohohooo!”, Barbz was delighted when we have exited the station and warp into space.
“This ship is amazing. So responsive and smooth, it is almost as if it knows what I want to do even before I think about the maneuver!”
“It is using Jovian technology, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is”, I concurred. The Gnosis was the most delightful ship I had ever flown. The Ares came close to second in my opinion but not as smooth as Gnosis. Continue reading “Day 30: Could We (Not) Buy Happiness? Part 2”
“You’ve got quite a collection of ships here since last time I visited your hangar”, Barbz said. We were touring part of the station’s hangar where I park most of my ships. Several of my ships were scattered all over the regions.
“Thanks but not really. I just keep ships that I really like. Often I’d just rent one if I need it. For example that Ares over there. It’s a rental”.
“Which one is your favorite and why?”, he asked. Continue reading “Day 29: Could We (Not) Buy Happiness? Part 1”
Soon we arrived at the fighting pit lobby. The place was packed. There was only one ring and fighting style, that was freestyle. No weapon of course. All bare fist.
“Well buddy, looks like we are lucky. There is a tournament going”, Barbz was excited. No wonder the place was packed. I watched one of the big screens on the wall. It said it was a yearly tournament with fighters from all over the region.
“Let’s go inside, they are already started” Continue reading “Day 28: Men, Beer, and Aunia Incident Part 2”
“I’m full!”, said Barbz over the comm. What he meant by full was his Retriever ore cargo bay. We had been mining for few hours. My Skiff was full earlier some time ago because it had smaller ore cargo capacity.
“Let’s go back home then”, I said.
“Well, the night is still young. How about if we go somewhere else?”, Barbz countered me. Continue reading “Day 27: Men, Beer, and Aunia Incident Part 1”
“Uncle Barbz!”, my son was very surprised to see him after so long.
“Hello kid, how are you?”, Barbz was even more happier. My son hugged him so tight I could see Barbz grimaced.
“I am fine, uncle. How are you? Where have you been? It felt like forever since I see you. I miss you!”
“Haha! I miss you too. I am surprised. You look like a soldier now!”, Barbz complemented my son in his school uniform. I agreed. He looked like a little soldier. Continue reading “Day 26: I Will Always Be There For You”
Dom Arkaral sat beside me and the Minmatars that I rescued. I felt quite honored because somehow I was seated in the front row.
“I know what you are thinking”, Dom said to me. He lowered his voice.
“Yes, they are slaves. Or should I say were”, he continued. Continue reading “Day 25: Holy Encounter Part 4”
In front of me there were three people standing each one on my left, front, and right. They were wearing a kind of long robe which I could see a glimpse of uniform under it, but I could not tell what uniform that was.
“Who are you? Where are my friends?”, I asked them. Continue reading “Day 24: Holy Encounter Part 3”
I turned around my ship and engaged full speed back into Amarr space. Now what? Where do I go? I checked the map and saw there were three Amarrian stations in the system. I checked them one by one and chose the least occupied one and headed there. Continue reading “Day 23: Holy Encounter Part 2”