For most capsuleers, Death is a constant companion. If we're not dying, we're killing. If we're not killing, we're trading in the implements of death. If we're not trading, we're manufacturing new and improved ways of killing people. Funny occupations for someone who's functionally immortal, don't you think? I guess there's some truth to the […] Read more
The inquest at the H4-RP4 facility. Kyonoke. That wasn't a good time. I couldn't not go, not when I received the invitation. If I hadn't received one, I'd have kicked up whatever trouble I could, until I got one; But I have to admit, I was still terrified . I mean, I live in a […] Read more
(Fiction! Yay!) I guess this is the key feature of being a capsuleer. Piloting a ship, flying with just your mind. I've been told the experience is different for everyone, so I can only speak for myself. It's a hard thing to put into words, but I'll try. Have you ever driven? Where you don't […] Read more
(Fiction, yay :D ) Am I still human? That's an interesting question. I guess the technically correct answer is no. I'm not. This body isn't born, it's made. My brain isn't grown, it's forced into a state when my last body died. While it's probably now a match for my original genetic structure, it didn't […] Read more
Calling me a loyal son of Matar would be a stretch. If I was, I'd probably be in the Military, exercising my talents there, and furthering the goals of the Tribes. Instead, I broke off, shortly after graduating; going my own way, forming my own corporation, and setting up business in Gallente space. I mean, […] Read more
(It may not be good, but I don't care. You don't need to read it ;) ) Self Image I've been asked before, why capsuleers aren't all perfect specimens. Why some of us are scarred. Why some bear the legacy of the human endurance program. Why, when we can shape ourselves in pretty much any […] Read more
ooo, fiction. Flee while you can! Head Canon - An explanation I've come up with, with no backing from the original material. "Damn it." Steve unlocked the catches holding the blueprint cartridge into the console, before removing it, and using a can of compressed air to clean it and the slot. "I could have blown […] Read more
I never used to be claustrophobic; If I had been, I'd never have entered the Capsuleer program. Spending all the time in such a tight enclosed space would have sent me running for the hills. These days, getting into, and out of, my capsule gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies. That time after the capsule closes, […] Read more