Here i am, in this pod I know as home.
I'm scanning out systems, searching for my prey. It's part of what I do. When learning of the glories of being a pod-pilot, they seem to gloss over this part of the job, and emphasize the cool-factor of flying a stealthed ship...emphasize the glory you'll gain from decloaking and launching your cruise missiles at an unsuspecting enemy. They forget to tell you about ALL the types of cloaked ships and their many purposes. Still, it's part of what I do to contribute to the cause... to keep our way of life intact.
My wallet flashes, looks like some of my orders are selling out. Hmm, my sell orders are running low. I'll need to make a trip and get more product to the market. Soon. Not today.
Today, I'm hunting.
While waiting on my scan results, I'm looking thru my skills. I've managed to get 56 to level 5. That's not enough. It's never enough. There's always someone more specialized, better, than I am. That's what pushes me to continue training. That's what gives me my focus -- I will be the best.
But at what cost? What am I willing to pay to be the best?
Ahh, another bust in another system. Time to head for the next. Maybe my prey will be there. Maybe it'll just be an unlucky day to have been hunting...