Intergalactic Summit

I do something that I've been meaning to do but putting off, like a bit of correspondence or a sales contract or a little mining, then a shower and delivery food. It doesn't matter what the food is, just that I don't have to cook it. <3

What is the single object you've owned the longest?

This thread has become terribly convoluted. In the spirit of keeping things confusing, I'm going to jump back to this question. Sorry, Pilot Jenneth.

Nobody in my nuclear family had known we were compatible. Apparently, it runs in my mother's blood. Shame so much of it's still in the Kingdom. Anyways, I suspect that even if Ishukone knew (and who's to say they didn't), they wouldn't have offered any of us corporate egger roles. Frankly, I doubt it'd be good internal PR to pass over ethnic Caldari for such a individually-prestigious honor in favor of a handful of Matari. My mother was poached as a published researcher and production officer at what was essentially a small think tank funded directly by Lai Dai (Startower Advanced Gravimetric Solutions) and dropped into logistics management, of all things. Ishukone loves their boast that Anybody Will Rise, but for the funny looking people, it's better that they rise as a group in the role that people expect from them. I can understand and respect that, don't get me wrong.

Speculation aside, my mom was only 2nd gen in the State. Unsure loyalties and all; a bold red flag.

I've rambled away from answering the question. Apologies.

So. You know those shady little booths that suspiciously candid younger women wheel around broad pedestrian roads on planetary cities, the ones that almost would blend in with the grime-covered food cabs and performance artists' pageant wagons if it weren't for the disconcerting array of glass vials and metal tubes atop it and the coat of blown-up Real Endorsements from Real Capsuleers? The ones where they draw your blood while talking really fast and very sweetly and do some loud stuff to it and never actually give it back after they're done and you're floating away on the hot air of false hope? Well, if you don't, expect to find your DNA found at the scene of something grisly or your bank account emptied or a second you running around with a different face. Know that only a fool or an idiot would actually have a lapse of trust long enough to sit down in that chair.

Anyways, I was deeply enough intoxicated to be both of those, and my drinking fellows of coincidence had placed what was probably at least five whiskies' worth of money on my compatibility. An aside: never agree to a bet in Ani. Your pockets will empty soon enough in either place, but least in Lonetrek the people walking away with your money won't be so damn charismatic that you'll be happily chasing after them to offer more. Anyways, I ended up giving a bunch of happy men a lot of cheap liquor I didn't have money for later that night. But my interest was piqued. It was probably the first potentially meaningful event I'd experienced in the better part of the year. I shipped a box of my bloodwork to a PTS campus; knowing full well that the Nakugard vendor was lying out her ass to another listless nobody. I was proven wrong twice, I suppose. I promptly went into denial; and how I got my life back together is story I doubt I'll ever tell.

But anyways, what was the start of my journey to plastic bones.

Stupidest thing you've done while drunk?

Right where I am, taking care of my guys, and sending as much funding as I can back home.

Who do you most regret failing?

That's a toss up between the love of my life, and my last remaining sister. Both tend to bring "If only" to mind rather easily.

Is there anyone you would suffer final death for?

That the pursuit of eradicating contradiction and ensuring consistency of thought in generally held beliefs annoys those who would consider it an act of dissent, treason, subversion, or heresy against the cultural norm of their ideology and politics.

I would say that at least could be considered a widely applicable annoyance.

What would be your single most horrifying experience in life?

Omber. Just, Omber. They are practically worthless.

Were you sponsored into the capsuleer programme or did you or people you know buy you a spot in the programme?

My first CEO Corvidae Crowfoot. He taught me about exploration, wormholes, fleet operation planning, operational security, etc. He has since retired from the capsuleer life, but his professionalism has stayed with me.

What is your ideal climate?

I might have had a role model but that was so long ago, when I was a very young child, that I completely forgot who that was. I grew up in an environment where I had seen the best and the worst in people on fast forward. Now, whenever I see a virtuous person, I take the fact that he or she has an unsavoury flip-side to his or her character as given.

Is there anyone you know whom you simply can't find in yourself to like or trust, even though you know that the reason for such dislike and distrust is irrational?

This is my wormhole. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My wormhole is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

Without me, my wormhole is useless. Without my wormhole, I am useless. I must fire my scanners true. I must roll holes faster than my enemy who is trying to scan me. I must pod him before he pods me.

My Proteus and I know that what counts in gudfights is not the Federation Navy Antimatter M we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the killmails that count.

My Proteus is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its subsystem, its shields, its slots and its engagement profile. I will keep my Proteus clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.

Before Bob, I swear this creed. My Proteus and I are the defenders of my Wormhole. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of Eve.

So be it, until victory is ours and there is no peace, but war!

What's the worst class of wormhole?

Black Hole. I once tried catching an Iteron V in a class 6 system but I didn't realize it had the Black hole effect. My hobgoblin IIs were zipping around so fast they couldn't track the broad site of a mining platform and my Astero felt like it was sliding around on a sheet of ice.

What do you think of Bob, the supposed god of wormholes?