I was born the moment Aiko Danuja, the Khanidian Princess, tireless defender of highsec, and unquestionably a Good Girl™ attempted to perfect herself.
It was meant to be a sacred act.
A ritual.
Deep within the event horizon of a black hole, in a DMT-fueled meditative trance, she initiated a Danujian chakra purge. Self destructing her own pod to burn away what she called “unmarketable vibes”
The plan worked.
She emerged luminous. Refined. Sanitized. More radiant, more graceful, more acceptable than ever before.
Polished into something the cluster could admire without discomfort.