I stepped away for a while.
No dramatic exit, no grand declaration—just a quiet disconnect and a shift of focus to things that exist outside of warp tunnels and signal noise. Family has a way of reminding you that some things matter more than stars and ships, and for a time, New Eden went still for me.
When I came back, it hadn’t waited.
It never does.
Instead, I found myself dropped straight into Gallente politics—campaigns, slogans, broadcasts looping through comms channels like they expected me to have been paying attention the whole time. Debates, promises, direction for the Federation. All very important, I’m sure.
I am Gallente.
I just… don’t feel especially invested.
Still, ignoring it entirely felt wrong somehow. So I listened—just enough to choose a direction without getting pulled into the noise. Soraya Roden’s message, Return to Strength, was simple. Direct. Familiar, in a way. It didn’t ask me to feel anything in particular, which made it easier to accept.
So I signed on.
Not with speeches or banners, but with tasks. Challenges completed in her name. Small contributions, quietly logged. Mine some scordite. Run a security mission. Repeat. I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it.
What sort of presidential candidate needs scordite?
What strategic vision hinges on me clearing out a handful of pirates in a system no one will remember tomorrow?
And yet, the rewards ticked in. Points accumulated. Progress bars filled. The machinery of politics, reduced to something almost… domestic. Tangible in the smallest, strangest ways.
Maybe that’s the point.
Big ideas, built on small actions. Or maybe it’s just the Federation finding another way to keep capsuleers busy.
Either way, I found myself easing back into motion. Not fully immersed, not particularly passionate—but present. Participating, in my own quiet, slightly confused way.
It’s good to be back.
Even if I’m not entirely sure why I’m mining rocks for a presidential candidate.
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