*Mistake. Sin. Bastard.*

These names, and many more, followed Sorana throughout her training as a Capsuleer. How else could someone who's mother was a lowborn servant afford this kind of education? Why else would her father not be recorded among the Histories of Amarr?

Yet that did not deter the girl. That only served to strengthen her resolve. Her desire to prove herself. To show that her path in life was according to the plan of God, no matter what the perception may be of her conception.

What better place then? For an ambitious and problematic woman to be, than the frontiers of Syndicate space. Where morals were loose and safety was looser. An explorer on the edges of Null Sec and a commander of a Coveter during those times when the moons were ripe for mining. This is Sorana's tale... for now.