[Psychometric profiling questionnaire to assess pilot stability

[Ripped from the CONCORD database by unknown intruders. Dated: 1 year prior than current date.]

Describe the perfect room.
Quiet, with plenty of Quafe, a plush couch and something good to watch on the screen. Somethin' without the usual tan walls of station homes

What is more important: status, personal gain or self-satisfaction?
Self-satisfaction, what good are the other two without it?

What is the perfect time of day? Weather?
Dusk, the coolness of evening after a bright, sunny Matar day

What era of history most intrigues you? What would you have been doing if you had lived in that period?
Ancient tribal Matar. If I were a Reis I'd be a shaman, I know that. If I were someone else... hard ta say. An artist most likely

What kind of animal would you be?
Mythical, but coyote always interested me

Describe the perfect mate.
Intelligent, kind, fun-loving, playful, loyal .... brutor.

What is more important: honor or success at all costs?
Honor

Describe your most vivid memory, dream or daydream from childhood.
Sitting outside my mother's house with my best friend Tia. Was a beautiful day, boilin hot as usual. My clan always favored the dry, arid regions. Tia and I were hiding under the shade of the porch, drinking that sweetened water we were so fond of. My mother came out, the usual picture of serenity. She was draped in a traditional Vherokior robe as always, jewelry jingling in the stillness as always. She sat down between Tia and me and told us the story of the jackle and the crow.

What is the perfect musical form?
Anything good to sing along too

If you were to go on an expedition what three items would you pack first?
My Egonics headset, plenty of Quafe and old fashioned pen and paper

What part of your body best represents you as a person?
My left collarbone. It's where my Voluval symbol appeared

What is your most recurring dream?
The one where I spend a whole day walkin' naked around the station and never notice. Though I think everyone has a version of that dream

What is the perfect vehicle? Colour? Options?
If it's not a space vehicle I'm not picky. Gets me to where I'm goin is all I require

Describe the perfect meal.
Long-limb roe on a homemade cracker. Or the divine pasta dished a certain man use to make me

What is your favourite colour?
Red

How far could you be pushed before becoming violent?
Depends on who's doin the pushing

Describe the Creation of the Universe.
Growing up Mother taught me the inverse was born of a beautiful flower blooming out of a pool of perfect stillness. Laying upon the flower was a babe, neither male or female. The child lived in peace on the flower for a long time but grew bored. He/she desired some playthings and reached down distrubing the stillness of the perfect pool to steal some mud from the bottom. The child formed the mud into man and women, created the planets and began to play. Mother use to say that it's the ripples from the once still pool that make humanity so restless and warlike.
What do -I- believe? Hell if I know, don't know if I really care.

What is the purpose of war?
Every creature in the universe has a predator to keep the balance. What do ya think a human's natural predator is?

Describe the perfect weapon.
Words are my favorite. Though I'm a fan of my vicious little drones too

In your last 24 hours of life, what would you most want to accomplish?
24 hours of perfect happiness

What is your preferred method of attacking the enemy: a full frontal assault or sneaking up from behind?
Sneaking up of course, frontal assaults rely on physical strength. Sneak attacks more on mental and skill

What Gods could you have descended from (by your personality etc)?
Don't make me quote my mother again.

What emotions are acceptable to display in public?
Any emotion you can show in private you should be able to show in public. If ya can't, then perhaps you have a reason ta be ashamed of it.

What is the worst crime a person can perform?
Any against your brother or sister... heh.

Who is your greatest hero and why?
Viest Lydrian, the matari poet. The life she lived and the work she did are an inspiration

Is it more satisfying to achieve success or to strive towards it?
To strive

What traits in others can you really not tolerate?
Ignorance and religious zeil

What quality in others do you respect the most?
The ability to laugh at yourself

Describe the perfect trap.
One the enemy doesn't even know they just triggered

What is sin?
Sin? To have sin you'd have to believe is some greater power who has the time and the care to make rule dictating everything from the words we use to the time we choose to sleep. Since I don't, guess I don't believe in sin.

If the FTL comms buzzed in the middle of the night, who would you hope it would be?
... Keldrain.

What do you fear the most?
That I'm correct and the inability of the tribes to stop bickering amongst themselves will be our downfall. There's also that nagging fear that I'll never see the one I care about again.

What is your most irresistible motivation?
To have fun, without a doubt

((Shamlessly nicked from Ysolde cause it looked so fun))

Minority Pod-Pilot

I'm starting to think I'm a minority when talkin' about pod pilots. Seems like every day I hear a corp mate, or some loon on GalNet (which, GalNet has a -lotta- loons) prattle on about how much he loves his pod. He loves the freedom, the power, the safety.

Lemme state for the record here: I frelling HATE my pod. It's cramped, I'm far too twitchy to sit... er float that still for so long. No matter how I try that laugh I transmit faster than light cross the galaxy in response to the funny thing my corp made just said does not satisfy me. Always end up laughing in reality and swallowin' a quart of that goop. I have a horrible time expressin' myself, as anybody who meets me will tell ya, I talk with my hands. I'm one a those people that if you tied my hands behind my back I'd go mute. I find it really annoying to force myself to breath through my nose, I'm a mouth-breather damn it. And I hate washing that goo outta my hair!

I don't find freedom in the silence of space. I find... silence in the silence of space. Silence when I'd rather be hearing the laughter of friends, not the sorta laughter that gets piped in directly to your brain... sound, ya know? With your ears? Use 'em or they might as well fall clean off the side of your head.

I overheard a girl on the Summit earlier today goin' on about how she spends less and less time outside of her pod. She sleeps there, can't stand to give up the safety of it. Lotsa people agreed, acted as if it were perfectly normal. I feigned intrest, told her we all thought like that sometimes but really all I was thinking was "Ya loon! Human contact is your friend."

Floatin' out here now all I can think about is getting this last damn courier job of the day done. I hope no pirates try to pick a fight with me, not cause I'm afraid but because if they do that's more time I gotta spend in this damn thing. I don't find strength in havin' this ship bound to my head, I want it out. I ain't a ship, I'm a human. A human who just wants ta get her work done so she can get the goo outta her hair and return home. Home where an atractive Brutor probably has a delicious meal waitin' for me. Sure I'm not hungry, I'm in a pod. But I like food. I enjoy the the taste of food as much as I enjoy bickerin' friends or the sounds of Rain's voice at night when the lights are out.

I'm a pod-pilot. I ain't a pod. I'm a matari, a human. I gladly give up the safety of a gauranteed clone transfer for the danger of human intereaction, senses and pleasure. I love flyin', don't get me wrong, it has it's moments. But if I could do it without this pod I would gladly. I'm no Jovian... I'm sure they simply love this ... this goo filled quasi womb. Nice an safe, no danger. Nothing but yourself and the mechanical things you're connected to. They start thinkin' they're gods. The longer you spend floatin' in goop with 650mm guns attached to your brain I think the more chance you have ta form a bit of a god complex. Come ta think of it... explains all that chest pounding on GalNet. Anyway, gettin' sidetracked again.

I'm afraid I guess. First time I start feelin' like I'd rather be hooked up to a pod, cut off from the rest of the Universe except by the cords in my neck than outside of it living life to it's fullest is the day I turn in my pilot license and move planetside. I miss the sun on my back and the sand under my feet anyway.

Big Bang- Or somethin' sortta like it

I'd welcome ya to my database but if you're here I'd hope that I know you. If I don't get ready to be bored outta your mind.

Daestra Reis, at your service. Minmatar, Vherokior tribe. Reis clan, yup that Reis clan. No comments please, I don't wanna talk about and no I can't and won't be your spiritual advisor. Ya want my sister for that, I just blow things up and collect ancient lookin' junk.

Recently started workin' for a corp called Re-Awakened Technologies Inc. They're a fun bunch, the pay the bills and they help me get my hands on that 'ancient junk' I love so much. Been a freelancer all my life. A wise man once told me that there's three forces in space. One is the space forces, the upright and lawful protecting your grandmother. Another is pirates, those that'd hold your grandmother for ransom and blow up your pod for shits and giggles. Then, there's the Outlaws. I fall into the latter, everyone and their dogs claims to be an outlaw. Another wise one, woman this time, told me that outlaws are like stars. There are those that are bright and there are those that are dim.

The wisest of 'em all though said:

"Since this Galaxy began, vast civilizations have rise and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be
(a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time-sick, history sick or some such thing, and
(b) stupid." - Douglas Adams

Enjoy.