So, I haven’t been in pod at all of late. I really hate the new, ugly cramped quarters we pod pilots have been assigned, and the waiting list for suites in the nicer hotels and luxury living quarters in popular stations is now years long.
Also, I’ve been giving a great deal of thought to the many Vherokior families that I care for and house in stations scattered throughout the war zone. Station ghettos are no place for kids to grow up.
So I’ve been planetside overseeing the renovation of an old family manor, along with housing and businesses for all those refugees. It’s in Osoggur system, on a large island in an archipelago called the Dragon’s Reach. The climate is mild, the land is bountiful and it’s far from the turmoils and dangers of low sec.
The home I’m building is along the oldest Vherokior traditions, a courtyard house full of gardens and artwork. Nearby, we’re refurbishing a temple to the Old Gods, and we’ve built a sturdy set of docks and a small shipyard down in the harbor, and some of the more adventurous villagers are re-learning the art of fishing from some friendly locals.
I’ve even moved Old Li out of his dumpling shack in the odorous Chemical Factory from Kourmonen into his own shop, conveniently located a quick stroll from my front door. We are building and planting tea gardens and community areas, and a thriving market square has already sprung up. People are quickly rediscovering the skills of planetside living.
I’m also setting up a school to train youngsters in the Ways of the Dragon. I already see many promising young Vherokiors I believe will be destined to become Capsuleers.
One problem I’ve found is the near-deification of myself and some of my comrades. I’ve seen shrines now in homes where incense and prayers are actually offered to statues of myself and Urik! Needless to say I’ve attempted to put a stop to this nonsense, but I fear our treatment as gods and protectors by a grateful and reverent people will only continue in secret.
Others of HUANG have come to visit, and indeed Koshua, with his cocky attitude and ne’er do well looks, has become quite popular among both the children and young maidens of the village.
Working with my own hands and building something lasting and beautiful has brought me satisfaction in a way that the destruction of enemy ships never provided. Yet, I find myself yearning for the rush of power felt when plugged into the systems of a powerful ship of war, and I know that this current moment of idyllic peace cannot last.
In truth, if I hope to preserve it for the generations to come, I must take up the sword again to protect it.