There are capsuleers who seek glory.

Others seek wealth.

Psyktrick seeks neither.

Official records describe him as a pilot with no past. Every archive that once identified him vanished after an incident no empire has ever acknowledged. Since then, only one certainty remains: whenever an operation fails without explanation, a convoy disappears without a distress signal, or a notorious pirate suddenly goes silent... his name is never far behind.

Some say he sells his services, yet no amount of ISK can truly buy his loyalty. He accepts only the contracts that serve a purpose known only to himself.

The Guristas consider him a consummate professional.

The Sisters of EVE believe he is a man who can still be redeemed.

The empires prefer to pretend he doesn't exist.

He leaves behind no speeches, no threats—only silent wrecks, missing data, and witnesses unable to explain what truly happened.

Rumors speak of hidden fortunes, secret caches scattered across New Eden, and contacts in every corner of known space. No one knows what is true. No one has ever managed to follow his trail for long.

To some, he is merely a mercenary.

To others... a ghost....