Merouk Baas

"But why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"Why do this? We're enemies."
"Aw, kid, we're not. It's a big universe. I don't care about politics. Are we enemies? You haven't done anything to me, and I'm helping you out. Making it possible for you to get a good start."
"Fine. It's your money."
"Yes, it is. Now, go! You're wasting precious time."

That was a while ago, and he seems to have disappeared into the chaos. I'm not gonna waste time looking.

If he chooses to participate in the fighting (or is forced to), I wish him good luck. It's not a question of surviving; he's got solid clones, made by the best Caldari medical technicians, I'm sure.

We're not going to cross paths as enemies; I've moved to the fringes of space, far away from the politics (and fighting) of the empires, into the quiet of the void.

Life goes on.