Rettic’s Log: Entry One
The dry, overly compressed voice of a young man drowns the electronic static of his recording device.
…’es this piece of shit work…
A muffled crack, then a reluctant pause of breath before the voice continues.
These are the accounts of Rettic: a capsuleer born of the Gallente bloodline, and currently in training at the University of Caille. I am of my original blood. Not a clone, well, as far as I know.
As of today, my mind’s goal is to let the black sky take me where it will, give me work, and hopefully not be crushed by the wilderness called New Eden.
Out.
