Moving up, falling away.

Twenty-four jumps.

Twelve trips.

Six rounds trips.

Eleven million cubic meters of ships hauled.

Sixty thousand cubic meters of other assorted cargo hauled.

Nine hours in transit.

Approximately 255 light years traversed.

180,000 standard units of isotopes consumed.

Approximate cost of fuel - seventy two million.

Thank God it is nearly over. In my years of piloting, I do not think I have ever moved so much equipment so far in such a short time. But I guess that it why they call them carriers.

Besides, the engineering crew is reporting that the jump drives will need recalibration and possibly some replacement soon.

So why did I do it? Why did I leave the corp that I had - as I mentioned in my goodbye mail - worked for and been supported by for two days short of a year?

The answer is simple. Change. Or in this case, the decided lack of it.

Without change, we simply could not grow. We were doomed to fall behind, and from there into failure, never really providing the support and capabilities that are needed to survive in this world.

So I advanced.

Am I happy this occured? No. Not at all

This is not what I wanted. It is not what I wanted to happen at all. There are men and women in that corp I would gladly have worked with for years to come. But so it has occured, and so here I am.

Moving up towards success, but falling away from the ones who brought me here.