Bars seem to be a popular place... at least for most people, but you've found Gerard sitting in an observation bay overlooking the docking pads. He's got a few books and papers around him, seemingly nesting at the table. Rather archic things, but he appears comfortable with them. He looks up with a bit of a smirk and waves.
"Hello there... See you've been admiring my ships. Yeah, an interesting selection of ships there, but they're all mine. You're wondering just how this rough guy got their hands on a pod ship, nevermind several, eh? Hit the vending panel over there and grab me a dark caramel Quafe and I'll tell you about it."
"Ahhhh... much better, much better. Thanks. Heh.. I was raised out in Caldari space, not too much farther from the Amarr border. Over on Kirras VIII. Damn nasty hole. Heavily industrialized, built up to the sky with pissing rain. Only nice thing I remember from my childhood was going north, far north away from the factories to a desolate middle of nowhere, to see the mountians. Dad said that they looked just like the Kaalakiota Peaks on Old Caldari... even though he never saw them himself he said, he felt they were proof that fate wouldn't let such beautiful things be forever gone. " With that, Gerard pauses for a few moments. His eyes are pointed down at his paperwork, but somehow they gaze through it and the deckplating beyond.
"They eventually got me a job at an assembly facility, it was an Osprey assembly line, if I remember correctly. Real crap grunt work, basically using something like a dumb drone on steroids. Most 'cost efficient way' I believe. Heh, as part of the initial training, they scanned everyone to see if they had the right psychological and physiological templates to become a pod pilot. Didn't think anything of that. I figured it was just some twisted tease job to keep us loyal. I don't think any of my friends I made there got much farther, really. I worked my ass off pretty heavily. I was in heaven, bending that beautiful little drone to my will. Eventually they assigned me as a trainee crewman on one of their new ships, helping move them out from the docks to the fitting stations so they could build more."
Ascention to Immortality
He pauses as he presses some buttons on his portable terminal, an older model but looking considerably more rugged than those you've seen others have. "Sorry, had some spot sales to manage. Anyhow, after about six years of working there, they said I had to go. Bastards were throwing me out, I thought. Damn was I wrong. Turns out they felt with some 'hard training' I could be an immortal... I thought they were still teasing me. Right until I found myself docking at the traning station in Autama. I was implanted, cloned, and was trained in the use of a pod. First ride was the same all Caldari get, you know, that cheap Ibis frigate? Barely enough shields to keep the radiation out and a pair of little popguns... but to me she was the world. My destiny. In space. For someone who was slated to spend his life running an assembly drone, it was a helluva step. Mind getting me another Quafe? This one's a little empty..."
"Ahh.. thanks. So yeah, I got a functional Ibis and went through the training course. Drones were one thing, but my Ibis was quite another. She served me well, till some Guristas bracketed me and shot her out from under my ass. But they got a return favor. I came back in a Bantam I had bought earlier, kitted for war. I buried those asses in the belt they were roaming. Refitted her for mining, went and swept the belt clean again and again. Bought a Cormorant and I did the same thing. Had to sell the Bantam for scrap. Just too worn out. Let that be a lesson to you. Buy new. Don't get some cheap used Gallente-knockoff shi...p out of the back of someone's Iteron. Anyhow, worked my way up to a mining barge now... 'The Happy Forager'. Hey, if you recognise the name I'll buy you a Quafe.. no? Too bad. No one's gotten a free drink from me yet."
A Rough Resumé...
"My history after that? Pretty nondescript. Flew with an outfit called Drake's Drummers.. knew the founder from pod school. Good guy, Asabi. Never knew his real name but he did well enough. Unfortunately decent men sometimes don't make good managers, and he never managed to pull away from his family. Or whatever else was taking his time. I hear he docked his pod and went back to being a normal. After that, ended up working for Deep Core Mining as a freelancer. Mining operations, pirate supression, a whole whack of boring tasks. Hooked up with another group called Intel 7. Kinda catchy, don't ya think? Ended up doing more logistics stuff for them. That was always fun... but then the wandering bug hit me again, and bade them goodbye and signed up with The Freelancing Corporation... they're part of CIC."
He took a deep breath at that, looking down at the table covered in paperwork... "CIC... that's a good bunch of people... We all flew with the GBC, back in the day. Till the spring of '09... BOB got knifed in the back and within a few months it was all over. War's a bloody mess, and we fought hard, but we're no longer there. Rather not say much more than that... Not that there's much to say anyhow.." <p> "Anyhow, we're restructuring. I branched off and set up a subdivision for them. Industrial and logistical ops, with a few other guys as well. Research, manufacturing, all that sort of thing. We're doing well too. And of course, been harvesting what resources we can wherever we can."
The Current StateHe stretches out a bit then, his eyes flitting over to his hanger as he eyes a glimmering Caldari Battleship "Second one of those I've had... first got taken out by some pirate scum out near Irjunen... name was 'Pride of Kirras'... my replacement? Something far more fitting... 'Wrath of the State'. Oh, a bit of commentary on the state of things? Perhaps. I might not support Heth's entire little takeover... he's just a bit to xenophobic towards Gallente in my opinion, but he's done what a lot of us have wanted to get done. We were too stagnant, there wasn't the mobility that there was way back when, as my dad used to say. Hell, just getting Caldari Prime back was a hell of a coup. Personally, I'm still reserving my judgement. There's all those rumors that he was a Templis Dragonaur, after all... Anyhow, looks like you've got places to be, so I'll let you go. Thanks for the drinks, and I'll be seeing ya."
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