*CLANCK* The sound vibrates through the hull of my battleship as I slowly drift through the debris of enemy ships. I can sense the space, the pieces of metal, the silent cries of the stiff bodies floating by.
Victory is at hand. I spin my Megathron into a victory turn before heading for TDE, refueling, resocking and resupplying. Ready to move out again.
I am not alone in the process of ships that point the nose towards our new home. My comrades in arms fly beside me. We are not torn by race like the most of EvE but united in our purpose, in our belifs, in our destiny. The victorious, scared and majectic ships slowly make their way out of the remenants of what was former hostile space.
I salute my fellow pilots who has endured, fought and won.
I turn my megathron towards the new horizons and embrace the change that is to come.
Change is enevitable, but we shall adapt and overcome whatever the future holds as long as we stand beside eachother. This new change is a welcome one however. Geminate my home.
