Changing Times

Log Activation;
YC 111.06.01

"A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve."

Atfal paces back and forward slowly in front of the camera.

I grow impatient with these so called righteous do gooders. I have spent the last two months training hard and flying for various agents within the Amarr Navy. Do not get me wrong in some way I am sure that they are doing good for the Empire. I doubt that everything they do however is not self serving.

The runs against the Sansha to retrieve stolen documents, to eliminate disgruntled ex-employees. The lies they spin to try and turn you away from the path of truth when their lives hang in the balance. I grow tired of them all, some of my agents I am sure are no better than the ones they send me to hunt down. What lies and deceit are they hiding from the Empire, what corruptions......

He stops suddenly, a faint clicking can be heard as he turns toward a simple chair in front of the camera. Slowly he reaches out a hand placing on the back of the chair before moving to sit in it.

I met an interesting person today, her name was Astrum Latito. She had something I have not seen for a while, a passion and a sense that what she does is important.

Atfal lowers his head in contemplation before raising it again, his empty eyes piercing the unseen camera.

She says that her corporation is looking for more pilots to join the fight against the slaves....That they are honorable and believe whole heartedly in the good of the Empire and God. Perhaps this is not a chance meeting, her zeal...intrigues me. I think I will look further into this Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris, perhaps they are where I belong.

End Log...

Log Terminated.