Archive Vaille

For it to come to this.
I sit humbled by the imensity of creation as the Fates laugh in my face. I made a living through shredding rock and creating something useful, something to protect people. But it wasnt enough. I had started to hear stories from a new breed of capsuleer, people who arent content in using just their hands and a merchants eye, nor dim-witted mouth breathers who only seek slaughter against others without rhyme or reason. These were beings of exploration and I bravely followed in their vapor trails. My first wormhole... the smell of adventure, now a stench of defeat in the vacuum. But when the guardians of the relic site destroyed my Vexor, my pod limped back to find my only door, the wormhole, vanished into the ether. I am alone in unexplored space, unattainable wealth and death behind, void and madness everywhere else. There is only one thing left, but I do not relish it. I cant stand to take my own life... but what choice do I have?
Not with a bang but a wimper