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What would you do without responsibilities and without a pod?
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Neph
Crimson Serpent Syndicate
#1 - 2015-09-10 22:11:34 UTC
Whatever you have to do you can put off until tomorrow. You can go anywhere: stationside, planetside, in somebody else's ship, but you can't fly with a pod. You've got 24 hours without anything you have to do, anybody you need to talk to, and whatever is in your wallet. You're not limited by your faction standings. Where do you go and what do you do?

~ Gariushi YC110 // Midular YC115 // Yanala YC115 ~

"Orte Jaitovalte sitasuyti ne obuetsa useuut ishu. Ketsiak ishiulyn." -Yakiya Tovil-Toba-taisoka
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#2 - 2015-09-10 22:31:47 UTC
I'd like to go hiking in the Kalaakiota peaks again. I went there for a long weekend during the liberation and had a wonderful time, but haven't been back since the battle.

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Teinyhr
Ourumur
#3 - 2015-09-10 22:41:58 UTC
I would go meet my family, my mother in particular. It has been years I've seen her in person... I wonder what she would say, if what I've become would actually be tangible to her. Of course we have talked, but even the finest of holopresence technology can not convey ... certain presence.
Kairelle
Raven.Syndicate
#4 - 2015-09-10 22:44:37 UTC  |  Edited by: Kairelle
Long winding mountain road and my motorcycle.
Don't really care where.

Hnolai ki tuul, ti sei oni a tiu.
Deitra Vess
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#5 - 2015-09-10 22:55:28 UTC
I would probably just do what I do everyday when I'm not in my pod, plan for the next day.
Markus Reese
Deep Core Mining Inc.
Caldari State
#6 - 2015-09-11 00:04:40 UTC
There is nothing that out of pod can bring me that would compare to being in pod. Now, if I could land and visit those unexplored fringe worlds, that is another matter.

So what would I do if I was out of pod? Same as in pod. Go places and see thing never before seen.

To quote Lfod Shi

The ratting itself is PvE. Getting away with it is PvP.
Viktor Revon
#7 - 2015-09-11 00:19:31 UTC
Sit back, take some time for myself, and take my dear out afterwards.

"Into the dark abyss shall we venture once more." - Viktor Revon
Hibou Heluene
University of Caille
Gallente Federation
#8 - 2015-09-11 00:26:30 UTC  |  Edited by: Hibou Heluene
Thera. I'd hitch a ride there and see what could be learned in a day.
Ibrahim Tash-Murkon
Itsukame-Zainou Hyperspatial Inquiries Ltd.
Arataka Research Consortium
#9 - 2015-09-11 03:54:12 UTC
I would go to Achura and sample items from every street food vendor I came across.

"I give you the destiny of Faith, and you will bring its message to every planet of every star in the heavens: Go forth, conquer in my Name, and reclaim that which I have given." - Book of Reclaiming 22:13
Kador Ouryon
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#10 - 2015-09-11 04:00:20 UTC
I wouldn't mind taking a day of to learn to Sun-Surf.

What fills the soul? Something that guides a lost child back to it's parents arms. Or waves that dye the shores of the heart gold. A blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat. Or the path the Sef descend drawn in ash. In the wake of fire.
Aria Jenneth
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#11 - 2015-09-11 05:25:46 UTC
Pretty much what I'm doing now: pick a random Federal planet and go exploring.
Diana Kim
State Protectorate
Caldari State
#12 - 2015-09-11 05:42:05 UTC
Training.
Or joining the Navy as a foot soldier. Maybe I won't get my Navy rank back, but at least I will get a rifle and a chance to put a railgun slug between ugly gallentean eyes.

Honored are the dead, for their legacy guides us.

In memory of Tibus Heth, Caldari State Executor YC110-115, Hero and Patriot.
Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#13 - 2015-09-11 05:52:09 UTC
Build a machine of some description, perform maintenance on my ship and my pod, drink coffee. Then go take a walk and drink another cup of coffee. Shop for parts.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.
Solu Terona
Alexylva Paradox
#14 - 2015-09-11 07:53:17 UTC
Diana Kim wrote:
Training.
Or joining the Navy as a foot soldier. Maybe I won't get my Navy rank back, but at least I will get a rifle and a chance to put a railgun slug between ugly gallentean eyes.


Ever think of maybe putting the combat aside for awhile Kimmy? A few days off does a girl some good.

I'd probably end up hanging out with my mainline crew, game nights are a fun regular event for us, and my head engineer is surprisingly good at Mindclash.

Humans must eventually break out from the limits of biology, its not radical to accept the inevitable.
Lord Kailethre
Tengoo Uninstallation Service
#15 - 2015-09-11 08:55:48 UTC
Probably just drink myself to death while watching terrible holos.
It works for baseliners.
Praezius Vheruk
Gozantii Industries
#16 - 2015-09-11 09:00:30 UTC
~Having been sitting six hours, reading instructions on a little box with a multitude of wires poking out of it--trying to make sense of something more difficult than Takmahl technology, he plugs in the little apparatus, tweaking the microphone several times, to make certain it's well set, clears his throat (roagarrphrahehem) and starts speaking.~

Ice pirate certain I'd bay indy waters locale, wrapping meandering root device yodel lay homey disease ant (Explective Deleted) up tea frenzied lap Nest. been tinning it'd bay a sigh, tea after tea (Expletive Deleted) fur a wile.

~Pausing, he looks over the words on the screen with a slowly raising eyebrow. That's... not what he'd said. Taking off the microphone, Praezius tap-tap-taps it several times, then looks over at another fellow at a console of the Hamazte's bridge, asking him to talk into the microphone.~

What do you want me to say, Captain?

~Nope; that's not what he said, yet at the same time, that's what showed up on the screen. Praezius tips his head, and dives into round two.~

Wither gains to me chess, weasel a lintel sun fall belay the waves, indy moo rising up buxom, tills oar twenty fore ours bay up.

~With a small gathering of folk about the screen, especially as his phrasing is much dirtier than the PG this is making him out to be--not to mention fairly close to insane, he stares deadpan at the screen for a few moments, then unplugs the wires tamped into the console, giving the little apparatus a whip over his shoulder. As somebody behind him ducks the box, he plugs his original microphone back into the console, clearing his throat and then goes on speaking, as he knows at least this simple system will work as he speaks.

Ne'ermin't 'dat. I'sa bae 'appy tae (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted), an't tae ma'e cert'n 'deys nae n'(expletive deleted) box li'e 'dat o'me boat, 'gin. Bu', as fer me twenny fore aours, 's gae bae pret' dirt' iffin I's gae me'ands on one woma'.

~Tapping buttons to send his response in, he gets up and makes to head out for the night, muttering something under his breath, his microphone catching the following, "Ain' no voice changer going to make a fool out of me twice."~

To discern faith from falsehood, first one must secure themselves to a lover. Raise the stakes from nightly, to permanent, and faith shall be found at the threshold of one's soul. ( Cup Size < Compassion's Depth, Love = Faith )
Elmund Egivand
Tribal Liberation Force
Minmatar Republic
#17 - 2015-09-11 09:16:41 UTC
Praezius Vheruk wrote:
~Having been sitting six hours, reading instructions on a little box with a multitude of wires poking out of it--trying to make sense of something more difficult than Takmahl technology, he plugs in the little apparatus, tweaking the microphone several times, to make certain it's well set, clears his throat (roagarrphrahehem) and starts speaking.~

Ice pirate certain I'd bay indy waters locale, wrapping meandering root device yodel lay homey disease ant (Explective Deleted) up tea frenzied lap Nest. been tinning it'd bay a sigh, tea after tea (Expletive Deleted) fur a wile.

~Pausing, he looks over the words on the screen with a slowly raising eyebrow. That's... not what he'd said. Taking off the microphone, Praezius tap-tap-taps it several times, then looks over at another fellow at a console of the Hamazte's bridge, asking him to talk into the microphone.~

What do you want me to say, Captain?

~Nope; that's not what he said, yet at the same time, that's what showed up on the screen. Praezius tips his head, and dives into round two.~

Wither gains to me chess, weasel a lintel sun fall belay the waves, indy moo rising up buxom, tills oar twenty fore ours bay up.

~With a small gathering of folk about the screen, especially as his phrasing is much dirtier than the PG this is making him out to be--not to mention fairly close to insane, he stares deadpan at the screen for a few moments, then unplugs the wires tamped into the console, giving the little apparatus a whip over his shoulder. As somebody behind him ducks the box, he plugs his original microphone back into the console, clearing his throat and then goes on speaking, as he knows at least this simple system will work as he speaks.

Ne'ermin't 'dat. I'sa bae 'appy tae (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted) (expletive deleted), an't tae ma'e cert'n 'deys nae n'(expletive deleted) box li'e 'dat o'me boat, 'gin. Bu', as fer me twenny fore aours, 's gae bae pret' dirt' iffin I's gae me'ands on one woma'.

~Tapping buttons to send his response in, he gets up and makes to head out for the night, muttering something under his breath, his microphone catching the following, "Ain' no voice changer going to make a fool out of me twice."~


Okay....

Right, let's try this. You could use text system to convey your messages. You can also try the Broca's Area, that's the part of the brain that regulates speech, implant to convey words straight from the mind to an external communicator.

Just don't overuse it. You don't want to end up like me. I usually speak very slowly with a very significant rasp after over-reliance on that implant to communicate to crew, staff and over the Galnet from the confines of my pod.

A Minmatar warship is like a rusting Beetle with 500 horsepower Cardillac engines in the rear, armour plating bolted to chassis and a M2 Browning stuck on top.
Jev North
Doomheim
#18 - 2015-09-11 09:58:35 UTC
Most people seem to go for the "blather on the IGS" option.

Even though our love is cruel; even though our stars are crossed.
Ahman Nahrid
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#19 - 2015-09-11 10:13:52 UTC
Re-enlist in the Royal Navy as a Fighter/Bomber operator.
Jade Blackwind
#20 - 2015-09-11 10:14:27 UTC
I'd do what I do most of the time those days.

I'd park my ship cloaked somewhere in the forsaken wormhole system I happen to be in, and go down to the fourth planet. Maybe with a companion to protect me, or alone.

A small modular cargo terminal I own sits on the plain near the large inner sea. I'd fly around or drive something without a cabin or canopy, as far as possible from the base. Take a walk in the forest, or climb a mountain. Observe the alien life. Or maybe go to the beach, surfing or diving. Something may try to kill me, but I really don't care, and if I kill it, I'll eat it instead. Though most local life forms taste like plastic or worse.

Then the night comes and the sky is filled with the faint ambient glow of the nebula. It is barely seen with naked eyes, but it is there. I listen to the clicks, howls and screeches in the alien bush and try to find New Eden. It takes a ship computer to find it from 1200 LY away, so I can't, but I know where it is.

I look at it, smile and say: "screw you".
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