Intergalactic Summit

To all my proud Gallente enemies, my staunch and annoying Imperium adversaries, and to my frenemy Yarosara Ruil I say lets call a truce.

Recently the IGS has continued its long trend as being a hotbed for debates and ravings. That is awesome, and I fully support it. On the other hand it would be nice to just sit down and talk sometimes. So that is what I propose. Let us just "shoot the ****" as Rook Moray would say and leave our politics and war affiliations aside for a moment and be decent approximations for human beings.

Do we not all love and hate? Why is it that we love to hate one another and hate to love the things that matter? It is because man is a race ruled by lust, fear and violence. To show compassion is to become disassociated from the majority of humanity. To show a hint of kindness is to show weakness. And weakness, in a dog eat dog world, is to become the proverbial bone to be chewed upon. Ask not and ye shall receive, take and it shall be yours, lie and the door shall be opened to you. What do we truly know of our fellow man? We know hair and skin color, the way they walk and carry themselves and the style of clothing they like to wear. For those that we are closer to, such as corp colleges or casual acquaintances, we know certain mannerisms and speech patterns and musical preferences. From our close friends and family members we know of hobbies and foods they enjoy, and personal feelings. But, beyond the superficial details, do we ever truly know someone?


I want to actually know you guys. So i guess I'll start the ball rolling.

As most of you know I am a Caldari loyalist and a proud member of Pandemic Horde. That much should be obvious. But, what you may not know is that I am actually half Matari. That may be a big deal to some of you, and to others it might not matter at all. I was born in deep space on an old Minori class freighter. Yea, one of the ones that could only warp at point three AU/S back in the old days. There are still some around being flown by third rate freight companies and smugglers. But the point in me telling you this is that I was born poor. I had less than most Amarran slaves have at the worst of times. So I grew up poor. I worked my way up the Corporate ladder for years until I finally qualified to be a capsuleer. I won't go into too many details of my story. As that would probably be boring as hell. I think it is suffice to say I work hard.

Now about know me and not my history. During my formative years I developed two habits which most people these days find strange. The first is that I have an absolute love for archaic two dimensional "animated" shows some call Anime. I know this is pretty odd considering the day and age we live in. And let me tell you that finding a screen that accurately displays 2D imagery is a nightmare even on Caldari Prime. The second vice I picked up is something called Chinese Food. Don't ask me what Chinese is (GalNet has nothing, neither does the Scope archives) but it is fantastic. The buttery noodles mixed with succulent sauces and rice is mouth watering.

On an unrelated note. I like to write and read. I also love to talk philosophy and politics. (leave the politics out of this thread.)

So, Tell me about yourselves as well! Not an introduction really, but more of a personal thing. Fly safe!

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Nope! No way! Nuhuh! I won't have any truces on my watch! I refuse!

Do you have any idea how excruciatingly eye-clawing boring all Intergalactic Summit comms have been in the past few months?! At times if it weren't from me shaking up the anarchy tree for some sweet anarchy gumdrops, people would sit in their respective corners talking about the best tea brand to drink for their brunch parties! Creating content is hard, okay!

I want more hate! I want blood feuds! I want juicy gossip dripping with strife! I want people dueling at the sun over their differences! Explosions! Need way more explosions! And outrage too!

You silly Horde people come along and now everyone is allied buddies with each other! Creed or race stop to matter! Wars only for fun and games! Comradely!

THERE'S ONLY SO MANY NAPS I CAN TAKE TO STAVE OFF THE BOREDOM, GOSH DARN IT! KILL EACH OTHER! HATE EACH OTHER! DUKE IT OUT IN LONG WINDED POINTLESS DEBATES! DO SOMETHING!

Go away! It was such a nice conversation.

I would by far avoid using the term random as everything that I mentioned was based upon your own actions, If that is not how you are then please show us all your true self. I might be a new participant in the Intergalactic Summit which might make me look like I don't know what I am talking about but let's remember that people can only base their judgment upon what they have seen and heard. And from what I have heard of and from you, my earlier judgment stands.

As for the comment on my name, This just shows how low you will go to try and cause a war that you couldn't possibly win. Your making enemies and by the looks of it you have many enemies and very few friends, but feel free to correct me if this judgment is wrong.

I would have to agree with that, just a shame she had to ruin this nice discussion to do so.

So-- I guess I'll take a turn.

Maybe a little like Ms. Ruil, small talk doesn't interest me very much, but well-worn arguments and hostilities (like the Caldari/Gallente dance of mutual hostility) don't interest me very much either, even if they result in things exploding. Variations that go off of well-trod ground can get neat, though.

What I really love in a conversation is finding out something new. That can be a new kind of tea, a new tactical doctrine, a new very old street grid to explore, a new person, a new point of view on thus-and-such-- I just really like exploring the world.

(Curiosity about the world is a cultural value and even a religious duty, but, I don't seem to need a lot of extra encouragement.)

I only wear black. This has kind of always been true; ever since I found that first set of clothing waiting for me in the clone bay, black right down to the underwear, and, later, exploring my quarters/cell, a set of drawers containing more and more of the same.

For those who maybe don't already know, I'm an amnesiac with a damaged infomorph, a bad copy of the person I'm supposed to be. I came pretty close to just getting my status as "Aria Jenneth" revoked, which probably would have ended with me getting shot. I spent most of my first few days a prisoner in my quarters while, I guess, whoever-it-was decided what to do with me.

As a result, while I'm okay with Caldari ships, architecture, and culture, I kind of associate standard Caldari captain's quarters with imprisonment awaiting possible summary execution, so I'd rather be just about anywhere else. (My CQ while I was with PY-RE was pretty heavily modified and a lot less claustrophobic, though, so that was okay.)

I do a lot of simple stuff, like gardening, lighting a candle once daily, and preparing my own meals, to try to stay close to being just "a person." People use words like "demigod" when they're talking about us, but I don't think associating ourselves with myths is a very good idea.

Dogs (the actual canine kind) have grown on me. That's probably Utari's influence. I actually own a slaver hound, though I haven't seen him in-- a month? I did leave him in capable hands. I hope he's been doing okay.

I, for one, welcome this initiative.

Conversation is much more subtle and dangerous battlefield. The more you wage war on it, the closer you get to your enemy. A duel of words can bring people closer together in ways that duel of swords or ships can't.

My military history is fairly public knowledge. From PIE (EDIT: correction, CVA) to KP-V and then to Stillwater and the Angel Cartel and thus to the Horde.

I joined the Khanid military because it was what was expected of me. I became quite good at warfare and command because it was expected of me. I eventually learned that life begins when you start doing the things that aren't expected of you.

Outside of warfare, I have two interests that keep me occupied.

The first is cybernetics. Any Cyberknight has a good working knowledge of cybernetic systems, but I've always loved to tinker with them, enhance them, improve them. We Capsuleers ride the cutting edge of cybernetic technology, always one step away from psychosis. Always two steps away from becoming drones. I specialize in TCMCs and in this, I ride the bleeding edge. TCMCs can be of great benefit, or they can make a person a mindless drone like the Sansha.

My other interest lies in the realms of exploration and colonization. Despite the inherent dangers of NullSec and the new worlds opened up through wormholes, I find this to be one of the most exciting endeavors. We, as a species, are explorers. It's what we do. We always strive to see over the next horizon, beyond the next star. Establishing a colony on a new world is like planting a tree or raising a child. It's a great responsibility, fraught with danger. I cannot describe the joy at seeing a population flourish, knowing that I helped it to be.

Some people wonder why the exploration and colonization of new worlds is important. Surely we have enough planets and resources? Shouldn't we care for the people and places we already have? Why waste the time and resources and lives when they could be so much better spent? But as I said, as a species, this is what we do. And we have to. Because eventually, maybe a hundred years from now, maybe a thousand years from now, civilization as we know it will fall. Maybe a "Caroline's Star" incident will happen in HiSec. Maybe a gamma ray burst will sweep across the cluster. Maybe a plague or nanite experiment or Rogue Drones or a non-human intelligence will end our civilization. Some say, this has happened already. Some speak of a mythical homewold of humanity. If it happened before, it can happen again. But it won't be just us that dies. It will be the Scriptures. It will be the Crystal Boulevard, it will be spicy Intaki food and Matari spiritualism and Caldari stoicism. And all of what we've done will be for nothing...unless we find new worlds; and maybe...just maybe, new galaxies.

As for myself, I am an unknown, A new face basking in the light of the sun.

It was only a mere month ago that I began piloting the universe I used to stare up at and wonder what was out there, imagining the adventure, the discoveries and the inevitable wars to come. I was a mere 23 when all that I had known was striped from me as a war had began and my friends and family had gone out to fight, none of them returned. It was in that moment that I decided to take flight and become a great fighter so that I could defend the innocent and banish the evil forces that threaten the very foundations that got us to where we are today.

So I created my own corporation, to do just that and so here I am today fighting on the side of the just and defeating anyone who would choose to threaten our way of life.

I still occasionally shiptoast.

Hmm, this seems like a good test...let's see how far I am willing to go here, in exposing myself.

Not too long ago, I confessed to a friend that I had thought about killing her. I sometimes have dark thoughts. I've done things I'm not proud of. There are things about me that I still leave in the dark, out of fear of being ostracized. My wife is the only one with whom I've gradually talked pretty frankly about these things, but still I leave them somewhat in the shade. I've allowed some friends to catch a glimpse. And some of you have seen through the occasional crack in the walls of the dark room.

I want you to know that if these things ever become public, either by my choice or someone else, that I'm not a monster. Most, if not all of what you know about me, what I've shown you, is real. I remain a pretty harmless person, and the darkness, which is only a very small part of who I am, remains inside me for the most part, rarely having any effect on the world around me these days. This is because I am loved, because I have friends, and people socialize with me. This is why I fear being ostracized, without love...I might become the sick **** most of you would think I am.

I guess this is part of why I sympathize with people like Anyanka Funk, Cynthia Gallente, Aria Jenneth (not the "corrupted" amnesiac now in SFRIM, but her (ex-) Angel predecessor), Bai'Xao Meiyi and Diana Kim, and why I sometimes prefer to give them my love, when they are scorned by most. And yes, I realize these are all female...I guess I can't say that me giving them my love is entirely altruistic, even though I've not felt sexually attracted to all of them.
But it's true that I see beauty in the cracked crystals, perhaps even more so than those without flaws. Maybe this has some roots in my darkness, but I don't really care.

Well, enough about me...for now. I fear I've already written too much.