The past few months have been tumultuous. Imperial Outlaws seems a more fitting name than it used to. We all acknowledged that the war could not be fought with lily white gloves, so, we took them off. TEST arrived, and now CONCORD will destroy any ship I pilot into empire space. This is the cost of defending Amarr, albeit in Caldari lowsec space.
I have grown closer to my comrades here on the fringe. There is a unity of purpose, a convergence of ideals. Not zealotry, but patriotic fervor, and willing sacrifice to the idea of our home. Amarr is my home. I wasn't born there, but it is, as they say, where my heart is. That and Leela, a matari, oddly enough. She too has left her birth behind and embraced a new world: me.
