“It’s deplorable, a complete abuse of power. All them Capsuleers are like that. They think they’re so much higher than the rest of us. Elitism, plain and simple. Every time I watch the holos one of them is fouling something up. I think he needs to be made an example of.”

“I’m still in shock. I just can’t believe it. It’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I mean, he’s a Hero of the Republic. My kid has his action figure. No way did he do anything wrong. It has to be a setup.”

“Me? I couldn’t care less. Doesn’t affect my life either way. I go to work, I come home. Life goes on. People need to get over it already.”

“Opinions vary across the Republic, as the trial of Colonel Roc Wieler continues. Love him or hate him, he has become the very symbol of Capsuleers throughout all New Eden. Regardless of the final verdict in this hearing, a new level of awareness towards pod pilots has been raised, and it’s one of strict accountability and consequence. This has been a Scope News exclusive.”

That Roc Wieler was stirring troubles, again.  I turned off the datastream to the Scope News, frustrated.

Recently things have been troubling me.  I just got back from Gallente space to find a letter from the station manager.  I was exhausted, more than exhausted, depleted of everything that day.  First thing I find in my inbox is a letter from the Sukuuvestaa Corporation asking for 10 million ISK to pay for rental for the next month; why does my rent keep increasing by the fuckfold when there are still two offices open?  I headed down to the station manager’s office and demanded some reasoning and he tried to explain to me, but I was too tired to listen and gave him his money.  I swear he had a wicked smirk on his face when i left.

Now, after some rest, I wake up to find out that the whole Capsuleer population an embarrassment to people throughout New Eden.  What the hell was Roc doing?  His trial was casting a bad light on the Capsuleer community.

Deep breaths Tony, deep breaths.  Don’t get so worked up over someone with that type of despicable personality, you have more important stuff to get to.

After a short session in my Zen machine I made my way through the station to have my 1′o clock with Noah, my lead industrialist.  I was really looking forward to any good news he has.

—

So what you are saying is you guys have been just sitting around since I went away two weeks ago? Noah, I expect better from you!

I was very tense now.  Now could I keep losing multi million ships and afford to replace them? I had expected better from Noah, a lot more from him.  We got things back up to speed and continued with the usual business, besides that, I also told Noah that he best make up for the lost time somehow.  I left in a hurry knowing I still had things to clear up with Mitch.

“Mitch!” I screamed as soon as I stepped into his firm. “Mitch!”

His assistant looked at me and before she stepped up to block me from entering his office, I gave her a stare that would burn through the thickest 1600mm ship plating.  She feel back into her seat and I slammed the door behind me.

“Mitch!”

“What, what? Why are you screaming? First of all, why are you here in my office without an appointment?”

“Just because I’m not here for a few weeks and not checking in every few days does not mean that you can slack off okay?” I still talked as loud as possible and then he gave me a confused look.  Oh I explained to him to make things crystal clear. “If you run out of stuff to put onto the market, you think you should just sit back and wait for the goods to magically appear? So if your merchandise doesn’t move, you just leave it?  You just keep spending money on that rich shit and just pretend that you won’t owe any money to the SCC? I know you are busy, but is one phone call that would take less than 10 minutes too much to fit into your schedule?”

His physical language changed through several phases while I yelled a him.  When I finished, he understood what I wanted and said very simply, “won’t happen again bud.”

“Good, you know I can count on you, this… I’ll waive this small blunder as your one time get out of jail free card let us put it that way.”

My mind was still boggled why Mitch would not call Noah to get on his production lines to keep the cashflow coming.  Boggeled I tell you.

—

What a stressful day, I need to go somewhere to relax.

Taking in some cool air with deep breaths, I walked around the lower main floors of the station and happened upon a exotic dancer’s club.

I thought to myself, “maybe my luck was finally about to turn,” and withdrew my wallet.