Forgo Family, Forgo friends.
The mantra she once lived by as she had once shook hands with a devil to secure her safety on the trade routes in and out of Jita, her focus the ice belts of every shore. The daily toil of azure beams boring through glacial blue, the compress and reprocessing the shipping the travel to the market the haggling the bartering a hellish monotony she endured for the promise of more on the horizon.
With isk always on her mind she lived blind the only thing that mattered was the conversion of isk to the all mighty plex. A miner that lived by a code of overwhelming greed and yet the emptiness in her heart unending despite the billions pouring in.
Her alliances forged on trust alone held true as others trying there luck on the perilous road to a big day in Jita many were caught and razed by pirates along the way. Those in the industrial corporations had many unsavory things to say about pirates. But it always perplexed her at the gates to warp that just one casual conversation with a pirate queen held more honor then those that claimed to be her friend as she warped through mobs of catalysts unmolested.
In the most dangerous sectors in this ocean of stars she flew free. While the capsuleer should have held her head high with a ■■■■ eating grin as her competitors products never reached market. she understood the cost of her docking.
She lived in a gray haze, never fully committed never choosing a side. Always distrusted by miners there shallow friendships a guise to blanket themselves as if being within her proximity would shield them from danger even if she was to care there fates were already sealed. It was the same waltz the same monotony the same agony as when something went wrong she was the first to blame the first to be outcasted. She didn’t have it much better with the pirates, she lacked true honor and discipline she wasn’t a warrior simply tolerated with perhaps a tinge of sympathy for a stray.
Life continued while billions poured in until revelation.
It had happened just outside the infamous cluster of Uedema, the lasers running hot in low sec space. An ambush in the belt, the hull was tanked the shields extended a barge with more defense than some battle cruisers. She was stuck as warp was scrambled, no way out as thrusters had been forgone. In that moment of slow death she found herself not praying for concords arrival as the shields bled into armor then onto the hull. Five long minutes she prayed for death, for oblivion to snatch her from this tortured existence as she hadn’t truly lived until this moment.
And as she closed her eyes her wish for closure was answered as her ship and pod were destroyed. And yet the cruel joke of a deathless existence befell her, ganked from finality as she awoke in Jita.
It wasnt the loss of a ship that bothered her as she had enough to buy a hundred more, but did she wish to pilot a barge once again to repeat the same meaningless existence.
It was her and a book now the halaima code of conduct.