Kale Freeman

Born Gallente, he spent his youth fighting a war that wasn't his.

Idealism, wanderlust, and perhaps more than a little youthful arrogance carried him into the Amarr militia. He found everything a young capsuleer could want there: a cause worth fighting for, comrades worth drinking with, enemies worth shooting at, glitter, maidens, and the occasional shared chalice.

For years, it was enough.

Then came the accident.

Something went wrong during a pod transition. The ship was lost, the capsule recovered—but its occupant never woke. His clone remained trapped in stasis: alive, intact, and unreachable.

For twelve years.

When he finally opened his eyes again, New Eden had moved on without him. Alliances had risen and fallen. Old comrades had vanished. Enemies had become footnotes. Ships, technology, and even the rhythms of everyday capsuleer life had changed.

Now he flies again—not for the Amarr, nor particularly for the Federation. The certainty of his youth did not survive twelve years in a frozen pod.

For the moment, he has simpler ambitions: relearn how to fly, discover what became of the people he once knew, earn enough ISK to replace the ships he will inevitably lose...

...and find out if there is still a place in New Eden for a pilot who woke up some time later.