Sitting in the G-Loc, waiting for someone that probably won't show. I figure I might as well write something while I'm slowly drinking my brain into mush. Open question: what brings you all out into the 'verse? Money, fame, fortune? An unquenchable desire to blow stuff up? My own story is a bit complicated. Family issues, change of career. Needed money, so I started doing odd jobs. Turns out that having a reputation as a hot-shot pilot is both a blessing and a curse. Anyhow, here I am. Sporadically employed, bored out of my mind, steadily running up my bar tab. Your turn! Eve M.