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Damn Ishta and her interfering!  I would have been in the warzone far sooner if had not been for her deciding I needed rescuing from myself.  That stupid maid is really to blame.  How anyone can not know to knock before entering, I fail to understand.  I am of a mind to have her dismissed, and ensure she never works again.  It is because of her and Ishta that I shall not be sending the present I had in mind, though, on reflection, perhaps it was not the wisest of decisions.

My mind was not focused, which has cost me a Coercer-class.  I cannot deny I was disheartened, after I had come so close to destroying an enemy Thorax.  I think he must have seen me as easy prey, but after rapidly taking him into his structure, I am sure he thought otherwise.  How unfortunate I could not prevent his warping away.  I must reconsider the fitting on that vessel.

I should have left the area, but I was far too focused on attempting to secure the strategic point, and did not react fast enough when more enemy appeared.  I suppose I cannot be too hard on myself.  Three against one was hardly a fair encounter, but then what can one expect from Tribals.

Aldrith was, as always, wonderful at helping regain my confidence and focus, and, in the end, I went on to assist in the destruction of three of the enemy.  I was even awarded a killmail myself!  A shame that Riccoda had stepped down from the fleet at that point, I think he would have been rather proud, and it would have been an excellent excuse to share a drink with him afterwards.

As it was, once I came off duty myself, I returned straight to my quarters, to find a notification that a contract had been issued to me in Amarr.  I was always of the understanding the individual issuing was always indentified in the contract, but this, strangely, appears to be anonymous.  My initial assumption was, of course, that incorrigible rogue Adams and another one of his insufferable whimsical gestures, but the nature of the present leads me to believe that may not be so.

It is a ship.  Gah'Matar had been kind enough to gift me, and Riccoda, a Slicer or two earlier, and I am confident it was not him.  It is a Confessor-class, and it is beautiful.  It has even been given a SKIN, the one called Cold Iron.  I have been thinking of a Confessor-class for some time, and the operations to which I may put it, so it was an insightful gift, though I recall speaking only to Commander Kley about such things, and I am absolutely sure it would not be her.  More than anything, it is the name it has been given that makes me suspiciousm but why such a gift, or any gift, would come from that person, I cannot fathom - or perhaps, I would rather not dwell on the implications, lest I read too much into nothing.

It has been named "Star of Amarr".

That is what Constantin used to call me.