The video feed blinks on and a grizzled Civire man sits down in front of it. He holds a drink in one hand and occasionally runs his other hand back through his close-cropped hair.
So I’ve got most of my gear set up in Domain now. Not a real pleasant place out here: damn Amarrians will drive a man to drink. Or drink more, in my case. They like to pretend to be all holy and “chosen”, and usually that’s a pain in my ass, but at least out in lowsec you can find girls who don’t quite hold to whatever their priests tell them, thank God… or not, I suppose.
Anyway, I’ve spent some time getting set up with Anshar. Hasn’t gone as quickly as I’d like, but that’s more on my end than theirs. Boss seems nice enough, but I’ve gotta keep my eyes open. As long as he’s flown with the Cartel and all, I know there’s more to him than he likes to let on. Works for me, I suppose, and he flew a mean Cyclone when we hit those Sansha the other day.
Guess I’ll head back down to the lower deck, see what I can scare up…
He grins with the right side of his mouth and winks before reaching forward and fiddling with something. The video feed abruptly cuts out.
Filed under: Journal Entry Tagged: | Amarr, Angel Cartel, Anshar, Domain
