User:Ralitge boyter

A friend advised me to try out for capsuleer training, and I laughed... join them? They who think they are gods born among men. It made no sense to me, but when a group of slave traders abducted Jamyl, the woman I loved I vowed to do what ever I could to get her back and to punish them for what they had done, and likely where doing, to her. Becoming a capsuleer would enable me to exact my revenge and maybe possibly get back the woman I so dearly loved, so I tried out and was told I qualified for the program.

Once I got my first POD enabled ship and with the help of a few friends I made along the way I managed to track down the traders and rescue my beloved from their claws, but I had come to late. The Vitoc she had been first forced to take and later had begged for had taken its hold over her. At that time there where only a few experimental treatments that hoped to make her independent of this horrible substance. Having tried several different treatments none of which worked she was admitted into a program for rescued slaves, the program seemed to work and for a few short days she seemed to be getting over her addiction, those where the best days of my career as a capsuleer.

When the message arrived from the programs director asking me to come to his office as he needed to speak to me personally I had hoped that I would be told she would soon be ready to return to society, in stead I was handed a letter in her hand writing:

Dear Ralitge,

I love you more then anything in this universe and that makes this even harder for me then it already is. I know you gave up everything in order to save me you even became one of them, a god among men a capsuleer; an immortal. I can never be like you even if I had not been addicted to Vitoc, my mother had me tested at a young age and I was found not suitable. So for ever and ever you will be you or a clone of you while I will grow old and eventually die, I am not sure if I can do that. I had always dreamed of growing old with you, raising a family and seeing our kids become adults and carve out their own lives. Now that you are so far above any mere mortal I fear that that can never be for us.

You would not ever leave me and you would stand by me for as long as I will live but I cannot do that to you. My life is over it is not worth living anymore. The things I have seen, what they did to me, my nightmares will never let me forget. The Vitoc suppressed that, it suppressed me, but now without it I remember but I want to forget. I can no longer be the woman you loved, not anymore.

I will love you for as long as you shall live,

Jamyl

She was found dead in her room by a nurse that morning, this letter lying on her pillow.

That is how I became a POD pilot.