Thinking.

Thinking something I'm accused of not often doing but recently have found myself doing too much of.



As I looked though my camera drones at the TBR battle cruisers flanking my Abaddon class battle ship I found myself doing it again.



This time I found myself thinking back to when I was in Idle. A green as hell Hurricane pilot without a care in New Eden. Since then I've gained experince, contacts, allies and most of all foes.

As one of the Hurricanes of TBRA flew past my bow I swore if by oem miracle I ever wore TBR coulers again I'd fit a few of those ships and go bac to how it was but older and wiser