Out here in this vastness one would not think that a soul could be thus constrained. Despite the absence of gravity I am burdened by the memories of servitude to the Amarrian bastard sons of whores, and the faces of the ones i've left behind as they fade, shrouded in the empty darkness of space around me. At speeds beyond even the speed of light my soul is streched between the stars and relativity slows my heartbeat to the rhythm of the changing universe. All i have left is my rage... and time, yes I have time....