The Journey begins

The dwindling light of the Old Man Star sun slowly faded into the distance as the utilitarian coloured Condor-class dubbed "Firewing" slowly trekked it's way toward the system exit point. Light danced across the armour panels exposed to the star's direction as the engines flared at full Impulse power. No noise altered the tranquility of space and with the Frigate approaching it's destination the bridge panels slowly retracted. Setting her hand on the polycarbonate glass window Keirra sighed softly as the sight of a space ship's wreck came into sight. Turning toward the man at the helm of the vessel she spoke quietly "Jukka bring her to a full stop....".

Keira Lukkane was small for the average Civire woman, mostly calm and withdrawn, friendly when she needed to be. However her loose hair that partly covered her face hid intense features that only sketched a wave of emotions rushing through her. The wreck was a familiar sight she had visited for the past two years since she had inherited the last asset her family ever posessed, the Firewing. Without looking at the four crew members on the bridge her rather soft voice could be heard once again "You are all dismissed. We'll be here for a while so, consider yourselves off duty".

Despite the protests on the faces of two of her crew-mates she did not even want to look at them. Listening to her words they withdrew slowly leaving her alone on the bridge. Reaching with her hand underneath her t-shirt she pulled out a set of Dog tags, worn together on the same chain along with a small digital imaging frame. Now that she was alone she let her emotions free. With rivers of tears running down her face she fought to keep herself composed but the emotions were too much. This site was not ordinary, not for her. Here two years earlier, her step-mother, Janna Haikkonen along with her father had fallen victim to a small squadron of Gallente and Minmatar vessels while returning home. The remnants of the Badger class transport were still there, some plates still bearing the impact hits of blaster bolts and projectile ammunition.

Closing her ice-blue eyes she tried to remember her childhood, her parents, the good days when she was a simple young woman, growing in the ever competitive environment of Caldari society. Despite the harshness and discipline she always had time for herself, her own personal pursuits, mostly tinkering with gadgets and holographic art. While she had her education completed she had not gone to seek employment with a Corporation. Running a small business she ferried people, goods across space, from system to system, leaving a rather normal life.

With her graduation at the age of twenty from the Science and Trade Institude she had gone to work with her father as a crew member aboard his transport and at times aboard the small-sized "Firewing". If she had been there, if she had gotten there in time, perhaps she could have kept her family's murderers away, they would have all been together. Faced with harsh reality she shoved off her past and reached again for the transparent surface of the bridge's windows, running her palm down the surface. Whispering to herself she closed her eyes "Wherever you are father, I will make them pay, I promise!".

With a final glance at the wreck she pressed a small button besides the window frame and the panels shut down again slowly. Moving toward the ship's helm station she sat down into the console's chair loading the map of the system, browsing stations, services. Finally plotting a course the engines once again flared to life. Keeping it on manual control Keirra smiled to herself. It felt good to feel the ship with her hands for once and not with her mind..... With a path clear before her she engaged the warp-drive. Space-time warped around her ship as it went past the Warp barrier slowly.... the Journey had begun. She was not sure where or how it would end but she felt content, as her emotions had finally been vented. Now only determination, ruthlessness and a clear mind would prevail. She was Civire, she was Caldari, that was enough.