Choices

He sat there, a small chip being tossed around his palm and through his fingers, he was silent and his gaze almost unnerving and deranged. It was a disconcerting scene; silent and contemplative but with an expression on his face that ruled out that idea that he was daydreaming of brighter days or futures to escape the cold and metallic world he now lived in.

Your choices in life define who you are.

He mused over this rather abstract saying. The chip he fumbled around was one he had found in the process of his own organization and adjustment to the new home, a rather exotic variety in comparison to it's more well known and easy-going counterparts, the 'happy chips.'

If his choices really did define who he was now, and in the future, did that mean a path of deviance led to a future that could only be deviance? He had heard of many cases of people being "turned around" or in Amarr space "shown the path of God," but did these really hold any merit, and if they didn't were these "saved" truly only on a delayed path to their own destruction?

But then perhaps the choice to change lifestyles changed your future as well. It was a choice after all, at least in most cases.

Kiruss grunted as he stood, pocketing the chip in the process, moving over to a small workstation set-up in his minimalistic and compact quarters. He sat down activating several displays, immediately accessing the tower's current status, the readout displayed the following:

TOWER: PAS LA FIN
STATUS: ONLINE
DEFENSES: OPERATIONAL


INCIDENT REPORT: 05.09.YC113
BESTOWER CLASS VESSEL SHOT DOWN
REGISTERED TO: Kybernetes Moros


He frowned at the screen, he refused to delete the report, a reminder that he needed to be more vigilant when advising the operators of this tower how to do their job. The incident had made him reconsider if he could manage a corporation. If he could not instruct simple battery operators on who and who not to shoot then how could he grab a hold on the markets, organize capsuleers during operations, or any of the many tasks he had taken on in the past two months.

Although Kyber had assured him that it was not that big of a deal, and he clearly wasn't upset with him as evident by all the boxes now in his quarters. It still irked him though, what if he was holding back?



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