Temporary Goodbyes

I docked the great hull of the bestower industrial at the Carthum factory in Pimebeka, for what would probably be the last time for a while. My hangar was unusually clear, all of my belongings either packaged up in containers for hauling or moved into holding as my brokers handled the job of disposing of them for isk. I exited my pod, gave the orders for the cargo bots to load the last few containers into the cargo hold, and exited the hangar via the freight elevator.

“Corporate level,” I said, and waited for several minutes as the elevator moved me through the massive metalworks of the station toward my destination. There was a slight jolt as the elevator shifted from vertical to horizontal. I peered out of the small round window as my conveyance sped a path over the main factory floor. An apocalypse was being assembled below me, the sheer size of the battleship giving the illusion that the elevator was moving much slower than it was. A half a minute later, the factory view was replaced by blackness as the elevator entered another shaft, and another jolt signaled it’s shift from horizontal to vertical.

Moment’s later the doors opened, and I stepped out into the central office of the Carthum Conglomerate.

“Welcome, how may I help?” The young amarr man smiled as I approached the lobby desk.

“I need to talk to someone about cashing in my corporate credits,” I replied as nicely as I could. He pressed a few buttons on the terminal in front of him and then looked up, “No problem Madame, room 35421,” he said as he handed me a datamemo with the number glowing on its surface. I thanked him and headed down the corridor to the office. Entering I was greeted by a portly man behind a desk.

“Well, Lady Ghenna. It’s great to see you,” he said standing up to shake my hand, “you’ve done a lot of work for us. What can I help you with?”

He offered me a seat, and I took it smiling. “I need some focus crystals, Amarr navy issue. Multi’s and Microwaves, and a few Standards and Gammas.”

“Not a problem,” he smiled, “what size?”

“Mostly smalls, a few mediums,” I pulled a datasheet out of my flight suit and handed it to him, “as soon as you can get them.”

He took the datasheet smiling, the smile fading slightly as he looked it over. “That’s a lot of ammo,” he finally replied, “how many loyalty credits are you planning on cashing in?”

“All of them,” I replied.

His smile returned, though a bit forced, “of course, we’ll get them ready for you today. It might take an hour or so.” He tapped his terminal screen for a few minutes, “hope you’re not leaving us. You’ve been a valuable asset.”

“Just for a while,” I replied. I still wasn’t sure how Carthum would take it if I told them I’d be using their crystals on the Caldari. I decided to say as little as possible.

“Okay, all done. Had to call in the lines from a few neigboring stations to get it filled quickly, but you’re a priortiy customer,” he winked at me lowering his tone of voice, “and the resell value of these things is very good, I’m sure you’ll do well.”

I stood up and bowed, “thank you, I’ll keep that in mind if there are any left over.”

He grimaced as I exited the office. I made my way back to the hangar and made small talk with a group of marines that seemed to have taken up residence in my nearly empty hangar.

A few hours later I bid my farwells to Amarr space for the time being. My corporate duties still required my presence for another week or so, but I no longer had business in the Empire.

One day, I thought to myself as I jumped my industrial across the Gallente border, I’d return.

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About Ghenna

An exiled amarrian noble and ex-imperial capsuleer coping with the psychological trauma of experiencing her own death and acclimation to her new home in the Gallente Federation. Ghenna maintains a publicly accessible archive of her aura-log impressions for therapeutic purposes. She currently resides in the Gallente-Caldari warzone, where she serves the Gallente Militia.