Intergalactic Summit

Greetings, fellow capsuleers.

My full name is Samantha Tethis SatMalChaj (thank you, mom and dad for this unholy mess of a name [/irony] ) and I go by capsuleer calsign Satesa.

Before I delve into my introduction, I should warn you - I am quite a bit of exhibicionist, and I worked as strip dancer (and also provider of more exclusive services, if you know what I mean) club.

So, if you are easilly offended, please stop reading here and now...

To explain, who I am, I have to delve deep into my childhood.

I was second of four children my parents sired. I don't remember them much, neither their faces, nor names.
My childhood was quite happy, and I remember only little from this period.

When I was ten, I ran away from my parent's house for the first time.
Can't remember exactly, why I have done that - probably simple childish revolt against parents...

Anyways, I smuggled onboard Minmattar transport ship. As you could guess, I was found soon. Captain wanted to return me home, but I was defiant and kept my origin secret. They were only for short run, so he finally decided, to let me to do small maintenance jobs (I was interested in engineering, and learned lot from my father), until they return to point of origin, where he planned to hand me to proper authority.

It never happened.
Somewhere at two thirds of journey was ship ambushed by Ammar cruiser-class ship. We were overpovered and captured, and my next memory is of being sold to rich Ammarian slaveholder. Who was also quite a bit perverted, so I ended as his "private toy".

Result?
I was fourteen, and three children richer, when my parents finally managed to find me, and buy me back from slavery...

One year later, I ran away again - this time with my Gallentean lover.
Score: two other children, and another two years lost.

I was sixteen, when I secretely started to work as stripdancer.
Result: baby boy, and two years later, another one...

At this time I have reached eighteen, and left my parent's house again.
I then continued my work, this time officially, and with some "services extensions", if you know, what I mean...

Don't think, that all I was doing entire time, was popping children all around - that it is not true.
While not in work, I was studying hard, and managed to get multiple university diplomas.

Six years ago, I have gave birth to my (for now) last child, gorgeous babygirl Rina.
If you kept counting, my curent offspring score sits at eight.

Three years ago, good friend of mine, capsuleer pilot (on planetside vacation at that time) gave me enough money for genetic examination, to determine, if I am capsule-capable.

As you can see, I am...

There is lot more to tell about me, but I am tired for now.
If you want to know more, just ask me - I may, or may not, be willing to give answers.

Maybe we meet in space. Untill then, fly safe (or unsafe, if it is your style)...

Greetings Captain. Welcome to the stars. May you fly through them with wisdom and grace.

And don't worry about Domina Vitalia, she wishes you the best in her way.

Momentarily attempting to read the wall of text, his eyes gloss over, he rubs them and takes a giant pull from a cigarette before quickly typing out two words.

yo welcome

He quickly checks her public information, mentally filing her under neutral and hits "send."

I've heard of capsuleers starting off worse.

Welcome to the Summit, don't let the killjoys drive you away.

Welcome to space.

I am moved that what you have been subjected to has led you to feel you need to announce certain things about yourself. I am unclear what you are seeking with such behavior, I can only suspect reinforcement of either the positive or negative type works equally, and do suggest you seek help. Life as a capsuleer may make your baseliner issues seem insignificant, and if you are already so emotionally effected as to release such public information that many would find .. at the very least schocking as the first things to know about a pilot and will use this information as a first impression, I am concerned about what the deeper physical and psychological wounds of Capsuller life may inflict.

If nothing else, with a history like that you'll fit right in around here.

Welcome to life as a capsuleer, Satesa. I wish you the best of luck in this new life.

Welcome to space, you go have fun up there, I'll just stick to shooting at people down on the ground.

Sorry to hear about your past, mine wasn't that great either so you have my sympathies. Fly safe up there and good luck on your journeys.

I would question your doctor. These are signs of Narcissism Victim Syndrome. I do hope you are still seeking help.

Me too. Probbly durin static sentry duty.