I don’t know if you have ever known a Booster Junky before, but I can tell you, we’re not all that concerned about the little things in life. Big problems, like where your next fix is coming from, or how to get rid of the little green goblins crawling all over your ship are top priority. Small things like tidying up your house-ship are not. Unfortunately most of the side effects of boosters are quite messy. Even simple things like eating noodles can end up all over the place when your befuddled brain is telling you your sitting on the ceiling. Long story short, after a year of this kind of treatment the Rokh was a mess.
Finally I began to work towards my redemption. All power had been cut off to the Rokh shortly after I started vamping the Police, and the only Boosters which would be delivered by the loading arms were those the docking staff stuck handling fees on. As a result of these skyrocketing prices I was semi forced to start kicking my habit. It was about the time I was down to an amount considered acceptable by most Capsulers, I finally found my ticket out. Back when our Corporation disbanded my superior, who had not been seduced by boosters, had begun to make a name for himself in the lawless regions of space. It would seem that when he found a corporation which would take him in, he had also got the corporation to offer me a spot and invited me to join him. In a trance, it would seem, I had replied to the invite. Re-reading my application was slightly painful, as it was typed in luminous fuchsia, and talked a lot about swashbuckling and manning the gun whales. However it was accepted. For the first time in a year I was on a high not caused by boosters. I looked up my old commander, Nevna Oynqr, turned the mail colour to a more respectful white and rattled off a plea for help.
Nevna had been a bit of a rarity in the Caldari navy being by birth a Gallente. Originally Nevna had inherited a partnership in his father’s law firm, specialising in family inheritance management. He had excelled in this role earning the hushed name in the law circle as “The Executor”. However the life had not suited him and his thirst for combat was not satisfied by the metaphorical salvos in the court room. Once he had earned enough money to buy his safety he fled and joined the Caldari Navy. in the Navy despite the prejudice which came with being born to an enemy race, Nevna had risen quickly becoming out units respected leader within a few years, before finally quitting with me. In his time in the Navy we had become fast friends. My job was mainly to support him in an administrative role and we had bonded well. I felt sure he would come to my aid even after all these years.
I was not disappointed. His reply came quickly, hardly knowing what to expect I opened the communiqué, a letter and a receipt for the transfer of 50 million isk. Relapse into old habits wad tempting, but I resisted. His message was simple; I had been re activated as a member of the corporation he’d joined and was welcome to join them in 0.0. He also informed me that he was immediately departing to Umokka to bring me into 0.0 and advised that I invest the money and hold fast till he arrived.
This final advice I soon regretted not taking.