Intergalactic Summit

A strange subject. When disconnected from the stars, should it be what awaits just outside your capsule or what you return to your home/base of operations to surround yourself with; what do you, the immortal, care to surround yourself with for ambience?

The crack of whips to the cries of slaves? Troops marching cadence? Tunes of harmony from within your sanctuary? Fine crops and natural breeze in a newborn colony? Golden hues of radiated light befitting Imperial glory with hymns of the divine echoing throughout station halls? Or even the gentle (hopefully steady) heart beat of your warp core?

And then, if desiring to dive further, I ask you why?

A curious survey, nothing more.

And to contribute I now offer my case:


I'm not usually good with people. Outside the capsule, I find my choice of ambience usually within my ship. Typically I walk the compartment my capsule is held in, which is separated from the crew. From corner to corner while browsing galnet pages via neocon or communicating through channels such as The Summit or Club Xotica I typically do not leave this section of the ship. For the capsule compartment is the beating heart of the vessel more often than not.

It is here you can feel the beast idle best. Gun belts cycle frequently felt through the walls as the copper aroma of nanites washing circuit boards as they diagnose hull integrity. In the far distance, perhaps the harsh shouting voices of bickering crew. Artificial gravity, when it works (as most of my vessels are Minmatar in design), ripples through the floor like gentle waves of a distant ocean, as you are standing nearly over the ship's center of gravity. If your guns have fired recently, the aroma of gunpowder and coolant hangs stale in the air; you practically feel like you're bathing within it.

It's a very alive sensation. An apex of wonder under the dim light.

It's easy to get carried away, to let your mouth run under the euphoric feeling of being at the top of the food chain. Perhaps this is partially to blame for my edginess.

Take me out of my ship and you'll find it's as if you've easily removed my tongue… or perhaps just a very large chunk of my ego.

Well, it depends. Most days, unfortunately, my out-of-pod time is spent handling meetings, reviewing reports, and other bureaucratic ephemera. Trying to get enough rack time can be challenging, to be honest.

If I have the time aboard the Yamabushi, I've recently converted the small officer's galley into a sanctuary, with several caged white songbirds. Tea, incense, birdsong, and the stars. It's remarkably peaceful.

Oh. And Maker help me, but I've authorized a baseliner physical trainer to take some executive control of my schedule, to compel me to make it to the gym. I honestly don't have enough time as it is, but old-fashioned, non-augmented exercise has been remarkably useful in managing stress.

1) Company drinks night starts when the day's patrol ends.
2) Attendance to company drinks night is mandatory.
3) Company drinks night is not over until everyone is unconscious, in jail, or forcibly re-cloned.
4) Company drinks night is every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, on weekends, Tuesdays in months containing an R or May, June, July and August, and, in honor of Oiritsuu's re-ascencion to the position of CEO of Kaalakiota, every Thursday.

I like to go to either my personal gardens or the gardens in the Basilica. I enjoy the feel of the flowers and plants and tending the beds and pruning. I like to feel the sun and wind on my face after all the time in capsule. I enjoy the sounds of the birds and insects. When I am done I often weave a crown of roses or other flowers in bloom and place it on a statue of Empress Jamyl I.

That is what I do as well.

Sometimes I return home, to Intaki, just to fish and camp out in the wild, in nature, connected to the outside world only by a personal communications link and grav-vehicle.

When not out in the black my chambers usually has sounds from the homeworld, like music and such.

I mostly just sit in my own quarters contemplating on the past weeks' events when I want to wind down. I sometimes fly to Intaki and stay there for a few days, but I feel truly at home when on board a space station. I listen to the quiet hum of the reactors powering the station quite often, especially while relaxing and drinking tea. Sometimes I play music or sing to it myself, mostly Intaki folkloric songs and Idama chants, I find them quite soothing.

I love music. I'm quite tolerant of all genres honestly. From the Raps of low-sec systems to the Hymns of Cathedrals I try to have music playing at all times. The type tends to vary depending on my mood and/or current activities.

I've been quite busy as of late, but during slower times I'd work on my show.

Usually I find myself reading or playing Galnet games.

I find myself less and less interested in leaving the pod - there's really nothing that experience offers that can't be achieved (usually with more efficiency) from within the capsule. The only time I routinely disembark these days is when my current clone has become so emaciated as to require replacement or while switching between jump clones.

Even then the short interval I have to spend in some station-side cloning bay is uncomfortable in a fashion similar to what I believe someone who suddenly loses a vital sense - sight, hearing, etc - might experience.

I find myself surprised, I thought it was originally just me, but it seems there is a taboo amongst us all for having mortals amongst our choice of ambience. Should it be companionship or re-motivation for the times ahead. With all those who invest in us, none of us seem to want their company…

Do we perhaps loath mortals?

Are we a social class that is that truly elevated above man?

It's just… interesting.

I agree with Anatole, I just prefer being alone with my choice of ambience. I enjoy the company of a capsuleer, baseliner or a fellow merc equally, but more than that I enjoy quiet times by myself.

I don't loath baseliners, but moreso they loath me.