Random? Perhaps. Though when I stepped out of the frigate I vowed to never touch again with its swooping arches and sleek body, my crew's eyes bugged out. I chuckled and told them to hop in. WIth a new ship, a coat of paint, and a comfy corp to socialize with, I haven't looked back since. Although, there is one thing I've had to decide. Mercy? Or merciless?