A(nother) fresh start

I sat watching the wormhole as the Raven made her jump through, then returned through a short time later. My Dominix Spacetatoe sitting within jump range of the swirling distortion in space, but it wasn't time yet, my ships hull still polarized from the round trip I'd taken several moments earlier. As I floated there waiting, I thought back over the last few months and how everything was about to change.

My time with Ushra'Khan was well spent. I had met some fantastic people, fought alongside them in battles of a scale I had previously only imagined. Seen their dedication to taking and holding space, the difficulties and the commitment it takes, and keeping so many individuals working together and on track. But I had also seen the bad, after the battle of D-G the enemy lost the will to fight. Hours spent staring a the same star gate in the support fleet while elsewhere in the system those with bigger and badder ships were chipping away at a large stationary structure. The soul crushing boredom that you knew was a necessity, willing the star gate to deliver unto you some helpless smuck you could introduce to a few rounds of antimatter.

It wasn't long after I took my leave of Ushra'Khan, parting on good terms with the leadership and heading back into Empire space. There I met up with several friends who had either recently acquired their pod pilot license or had just renewed it after being stranded planet side. Forming a new corporation, we set about building up some assets and searching for the appropriate wormhole to call home.

That is how I found myself staring at the wormhole which formed a link between our new home J125927 and low security space. Our station online and functional, our small crew had worked tirelessly, moving around the necessary equipment and ships, scouting it in and securing it in place until the wormhole had collapsed of old age. The freshly spawned exit was deemed an unsatisfactory location, causing our current focus of plowing enough mass through it to force a new exit before we could continue.

Realising my hull could once again jump through the hole, I fired up my 100MN Microwarp drive adding mass to the jump and ordered my ship in. The split second my thoughts commanded it the Dominix was jumping, at that same moment I realised I hadn't paid attention to how many jumps had already been made. The wormhole collapsed, dumping me into Black Rise low sec, alone, in the biggest, slowest ship I own.

A chorus of laughter came through the communication systems, followed by several condolences and even a few offers to find a new way to me, then assist in scouting the slow moving bulk of Spacetatoe on a safe path home. "She'll be right", I graciously declined the offer of scouting, it was after all only a couple of jumps to high sec and it could take all night for a scout to reach my position.

Turns out, she most certainly was not alright.

One jump out of high sec, I landed in a large camp of nasty pirates. They fell upon my Dominix like so many Caldari whalers upon a helpless green space whale. My capacitor neutralizers lashing out at the Broadsword that had me harpooned. But several more points landed, sealing my fate.

Podding along back to our high sec HQ, I reshipped into my replacement Dominix and started making my way to the new low sec wormhole. My communication device relayed another message to which I responded,

"Thanks, I would appreciate a scout. I'll wait at the last high sec system"