Time... It means so much to those planetside but when your immortal it looses so much of it's meaning.

 How many years had it been? How long since the ammarian slavers had raided my village? How long since I had signed up to get my revenge? How long since the work camps had stolen my lungs from me and kept me confined to a pod?

Planetside, children are growing up, Young lovers are getting married, governments come and go. Out here in the black things are different months can pass while you learn to fly that new ship. Seconds can see the combined wealth of a solar system destoyed in a battle.

There is change on the horizon though. Concord has lifted it's ban on pilot Planetary interaction for one we can actually make a difference and leave our mark on the worlds we have so long fought over and looked down on. For many if not most that just means a new source of income just another way to pad their pockets. For me though it means so much more.. After all these years it's time to go home.

As I fly through the darkness towards the planet of my birth, crossing in the blink of an eye distances that the scientists and physisists of old could only imagine I can't help but reflect on how much it might have changed. Is the tree where I had my first kiss still there, and is the elder still alive? How would my people see me now?

Would they recognize that the factories and manufacturing plants I will set up are for them more than me? Or will they see me as just another of the sky demons coming to take their children away. Only time will tell I suppose.

The wheels of industry must always turn and while they might hate me for it, I would rather be the hand to turn that wheel myself than let them be enslaved again.

Daemeon Fyral - Encina Technologies - Namtz'aar Kin.