Out of Pod Experience

A man with a jackass smirk and a mohawk that melts the ladies hearts walks in. He glances around and decides the seat next to redhead with the black dress would be good. Gets about 2 feet from the stool and realizes.... is that an adams apple?...naw couldnt be.... He taps her shoulder and she turns around. Yep, definitely an adams apple...and what appears to be a 3 oclock shadow.

"This isnt the bar for me." he says softly, "I prefer my transsexuals to be clean shaven."

With those words he walks out of the bar. "Whew" he thought to himself, "im glad I didnt wear that black dress I first thought about, that would have been awkward."

*Sits Cross armed Sulking, She had lost in record time to everyone*

Someone turn the heating up!

*Shivering alittle*

(reading through, haven't looked in in a few days, I like where this is going. Me and Yiole you say?)

(Keep reading)

>.> I'm terrible at this sorta stuff

By virtue of the participation in the Strip Calvinball game, I believe the door has been opened.
If she had limited her participation to say, referee, then Random would be less eager.

Yiole watched Random taking his winner out to an appartment, and focused on the game ahead. She was determined to pull out some fight and quickly the Calvinball game became chaotic, with Yiole and Kirjava earning and losing clothes continuously. But after half an hour had passed, Yiole considered that Kirjava had had enough and tried to give him a impossible shot... and failed.

The few remaining crowd gasped. Once again, Yiole was in her bra. Kirjava smiled widely and Yiole conceded:

- Ok, I lost the game. Shall the winner assist his prize to get rid of a brassier?

Kirjava walked to Yiole and stood behind her, then he undid the bra's clasp and assisted Yiole to remove the piece by carefully and thorughly exploring her breasts with both hands, sensing their weight, caressing their shape, pressing on their firmness. Yiole stood still until she noticed how Kirjava removed his shirt, and then suddenly there was movement between Yiole's thighs.

- Hey, watch out the speed limit there!
- Oh, come on, you've been exiciting me for the last hour, now just bend over a bit, please!
- Doh, what's the hurry? -smirked Yiole
- i'm gonna explode, please, just bend over a bit...
- Well, if that's the issue, I may assist...

Kirjava stood paralyzed as he sensed her hand carefully exploring him, and he almost fainted in anticipation when the enquiring hand got a hold on his dearest friend. Then Yiole made a two pronged attack with both thumb and middle finger, and Kirjava felt a sudden pain that ceased inmediately.

- OUCH! What the f***? Why did you... ? Oh my! What's going on there?

As Kirjava's invading army suffered what could be called a total and disorganized withdrawal, Yiole laughed and said:

- Maybe you thought I would let you miss a chance to be a gentleman? Come on, help me with this and don't worry, wel'll put you back to service in no time... just leave it to doctor Yiole.

At that point, the crowd had thinned to almost nonexistence and Yiole led Kirjava to one of the chairs. There, she picked two towels and handed one to Kirjava.

- Hold this, please.

Then she spread the other towel on a biliard table and climbed on it, inviting Kirjava with her arms. They kissed and caressed, and after a while Yiole laid on the table, her hips right on the edge. Then she took Kirjava's sunglasses and he objected:

- Hey, those are my glasses...
- Shhh, i need them to shield my eyes from the lamps..

With Kirj's glasses on, Yiole laid back on the table, and answered Kirjava's Question number 1: yes, her breasts looked amazing even laying down flat.

- Will you just hold my legs? -said Yiole, moving them over Kirjava's shoulders-. No, not by the calfs... I need your shoulders for my thighs... use your knees and the towel...

Kirjva nodded, understanding, and he kneeled on the towel. He examined for a few seconds the tattoos on the inner side of Yiole's thighs, two greek letters alpha and omega, and then he went for business and got an answer to his Question number 2: yes, it was fluffly, actually.

Yiole started purring as Kirjava "was a gentleman" by the unwritten and fictional rules of Strip Calvinball, which now commanded the winners to give their prizes some time; and Kirjava was very relieved to see how everything returned to normality, and how Yiole eventually invited him to stand up so he could get the answer to his Question number 3: yes, Random was a lucky bastard to enjoy that delicious female...

...an opinion that was mirrored and u-turned by Mizhir, now that she had been enjoying her prize for a good while. What lucky bi*** was Yiole; she almost verbalized that thought, but instead she just kissed Random's cheek.

- OK, let's see how the game ended for them - agreed Mizhir. Dressed with a minimum of modesty, Random and Miz walked along the empty corridor, and Mizhir made as if she didn't noticed how Random lagged to appreciate her from behind. Mizhir was aware that she wasn't very feminine, with her small breasts, her waist almost straight and the narrow hips; but Random's passion and dedication had convinced her that she was very enjoyable too.

When Mizhir and Random entered the biliard room, Random was a bit shocked to hear Yiole's disctintive vocalizations as she closed in to fully answering Kirjava's Question number 4. Mizhir blushed but yet allowed Random to drag her inside, pulling from her wrist; and then Mizhir giggled when under the love noises from the table she could hear the rattling of the biliard balls inside their pinholes. Random sat on a chair to enjoy the show and Miz sat on his lap, pretending to ignore his physical reaction as Kirjava and Yiole finished simultaneously; Random felt a hint of envy as he and Yiole never could achieve that, albeit him, as a matter of pride, managed to never be first.

Random began caressing Mizhir as the couple on the biliard table stood up and kissed, regaining their breath and holding each other in a tight embrace. The pressure in Mizhir's hips was almost unbearable and she walked to the biliard table like an automaton, Random following her closely. Mizhir leaned on the table, embracing it sensually; then she removed her shirt and as Random was abut to reach to her, Yiole said:

- Now, winners take winners and prizes take prizes...

Kirjava shook his head and Random looked straight into Yiole's eyes. She was serious, and Mizhir didn't hesitate to climb on tne the table and leap on Kirjava, holding him with her beautiful muscular legs. Kirjava just agreed to what chance and the obscure Calvinball rules provided to him and kissed Mizhir as Yiole leaded Random elsewhere.

Random thought for a moment wether Yiole intended to cut his balls, but then he looked at her and saw a moist patch on her tattoed omega letter, and thought that in case she wanted to know, she would be getting a serious, long and unforgettable answer right that night...

In near madness, Laudenum screamed. But, she had no body to give it voice.

She remembered the encounter at the star gate. Her Rifter had warped to the gate; she was looking to make time back to her POS and her corporation. The war declaration had not been her first but she would be damned if she’d take a chance at losing the tower over the foolishness of not having it defended. She arrived at the jump gate but the warp in had carried her slightly outside the jump range. When she commanded the crew to fire up the afterburner and move in; the group that had barricaded the gate attacked. Her combat training had taken over and she began to give orders to the crew but the blockading group was prepared and she was locked and her lightly armored Rifter was detonated. The jump gate should have gathered the memories of her last moments and sent them to her awaiting clone but there was a problem.

In the darkness, she was without body. She was aware but the weight of her body was gone. There was only darkness. She wondered how long the darkness would last. The only time her consciousness had been transferred to a new body was in her conversion to being a capsuleer. She did not remember it taking this long. She began entertaining herself by reviewing the series of circumstances that led her to this condition. When she analyzed the “battle” a half dozen times, it began to cause her frustration. Her frustration made it difficult to concentrate and often it degenerated into her screaming.

She then started visualizing her work, her corporate members, and dozens of manufacturing jobs she had started and had yet to start. Her mental games all degenerated into screaming. She longed for the contact of anyone, anything. She craved burning her lips on a cup of hot coffee, the sensual taste of chocolate or the coppery taste of rare meat. She longed for the touch of cold metal machinery and the exciting touch of a lover.

And when no contact came, Laudenum screamed.

In her mind, she had curled into a fetal position, mumbling and screaming in turns. She had no body to feel, so even her positioning gave her no comfort. When the pinpoint of light began to grow, she nearly laughed. So this is madness, she thought. I am now mad.

Laudenum screamed into the light.

To the startled technicians, she was mad. The clone of Laudenum drew a breath and screamed a sound of despair and rage. She launched herself out of the clone’s chrysalis like a feral cat. The first unlucky tech was clawed across the face and fell back as blood began to flow, droplets staining the sterile coat he wore. Laudenum crouched, hissing and naked, daring the other technicians to approach; the torn stumps of the capsuleer inputs still dangling in the sockets along her back and neck. Alarms began sounding as other technicians in the complex slapped alarms. One brave technician tried to make soothing sounds to calm the wildcat. When the guards burst into the cloning chambers with weapons drawn, they paused only momentarily to see the nude woman holding off the startled techs. The guards powered up their weapons and began aiming at the woman when some sort of dawning came over her. She leapt around to the back of the chrysalis and huddled into a crevice. She whimpered and screamed until the stunning bolt of the rifle drove her back to the blackness.

She awoke screaming again, her bed clothes and sheets soaked with perspiration. She sat up as the fit passed and touched her body, reassuring herself that she was not alone in the darkness. The nightmares had come frequently since her jump cloning. She sat up in bed, shaking and in a panic. She had to resist the urge to hide in the corner; something she had done in the beginning when the nightmares had first appeared weeks ago. As the last vestiges of the nightmare faded away, she began to weep and then to sob, pouring out the madness that had come to grip her whenever she awoke from sleep. Sometime later, she checked out of her Captains Quarters and left for the docking bays, her face tight in her customary mask.

She needed to go back. She needed to face demon that had grown in her soul of that jump gate, that system. She called up her Slasher-classed frigate ’Shield maiden’ and put the crew on standby. She would return and face her demon and she would do it in the combat ship that she associated herself with. As she strolled across the spacious docking area, she began to strip out of her clothes, leaving them in a trail as she strode to her capsule. One dockworker made the mistake of making a lewd gesture as she passed. When he turned to deal with more of his work, she was standing before him. Male hormones took over and as he ogled down the naked form of Laudenum, she struck three times. The first a rake across the eyes, drawing blood in a spray, the second was a closed fist strike into his jaw, liberating the unfortunate man of two teeth. Her final strike was a straight kick into the ribs, cracking one and sending him to the ground. She snarled at the downed man, then to his fellow workers. No other comments were made while she moved to the capsule.

The Shield maiden undocked and sped to the first jump gate. As Laudenum sat moodily in the pod, she formulated plans on how to handle the blockade. The cloning techs had speculated that the gate had been tampered with, preventing further jump cloning of capsuleers. She needed to warn the patrons of the Greater Fool Bar. She would gather the capsuleers for a fight. If action wasn't taken, the patrons, including her brother, would be no more than regular men. One thing was certain, she would face the demons of the blockade and she would win.

And with all due respect, I counter with this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZPCiqBLPM8&list=PLF614A7A6461E61E1

...and I will add this. http://community.eveonline.com/backstory/scientific-articles/cloning/

with particular attention to this....




So yes, both of us believe that in order to become a capsuleer, your original body must die.