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One of those skill training moments

It is one of those moments, when every toon is working on a several day skill that you want to hold your head and scream 'it will never finish' although you know better.

I've been working on cruisers V and it will be done in six days. I feel like a kid waiting for something. Six days is suddenly such a long time. Plus, I have another two weeks on top of that for two other skills to get to V before I'm in my Logi.

I bet that my life will not suddenly change, just because I get my logi. However, it seems like it will. I will hopefully be able to get in on incursions and suck isk until they are nerfed.

The positive side to it is assault frigates.

Ever since I got into assault frigates, I've been going out and ratting in the low sec belts more. I'm still a bit leery of null. I feel a bit more capable in them and frankly they are better ships. My Jaguar and I have been chewing away at my sec status much better then my Rupture and I managed to.

Since I am super sleepy, and unwinding after work and more work, it made perfect sense to take on a battle cruiser in my Jag.

If you squint, you can just see my Jag above the top of the battleship.

I made it explode. Woot! Something my Rupture can *not* do.

I felt so empowered that I went and took on the next one I met a system over.

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