The fleet had moved on but Mike just didn’t have the energy to give chase. Incursions opened and shut like some demented carnival game of whack a mole and there were times when it was almost too much. He realized a change of pace was called for and Jita was a short hop away.
Career. That ship had not been out of the hanger in a long time and he needed to refit it a wee bit but it was perfect for simple flying and exploring for the fun of it. Ishtar loaded and ready for some comfort he was back out and just . . .wandering. Sure there were still Sansha ships in the region but it was not huge fleets, just the little outposts that he could go in and smack down with little care.
Warp in at 50 km and kick out the sentries. Most of the enemy never even saw what hit them. System flashed by in his wander and he took the time to relax and catch up on comms, chat with folks in the Gallente Hero channel.
The debate about linking of ‘questionable images’ came up. Dante said it best . . . “Don’t most pilots have their own skills in searching for images they might like? Why would I want what someone else thinks is sexy?”
As to reporting those spreading the images . . . Mike thought long and hard about that one (no pun intended). So many sides to consider . . . loyalty to the fleet or people you were flying with. But if that was justification for not reporting what about the people in the fleet who silently suffered through the discomfort of the images? Fearing ridicule if they said anything and afraid there might be relevant information contained in a link. (most times there was not but Mike had seen many fleets use an external image to help get new pilots up to speed on tags, comms, as well as scouting reports). Did you have a loyalty to the fleet or the people within it. Was one persons pornography anothers art? He heard that one person just linked images of feet . . . where would be the harm?
Slippery slope arguments started to come up in the discussion and Mike stopped to consider them. From nude women to nude teens to . . . he shook his head. He had seen some links in fleets that NOBODY would be able to justify. And nobody had said anything.
The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who in time of great moral crises maintain their neutrality (Not the same Dante)
Another site, more Centi ships and towers and then his comm crackled. “You aren’t making a difference.” It was a True Slave ship in the distance.
Mike called the drones in and observed it. “I tend to disagree.”
“Disagree all you want . . . we are legion and your people have now all but given up on the low sec and null. We take what we want from entire constellations. We ARE winning. In hisec your people have been lulled into not even bothering the mothership for days on end . . . do you think it just sits there? Your kind are losing.”
“Evolution moves on. You were but a stepping stone on the path from human to posthumanity, us. If you would just have the decency to step to the side this would go so much quicker.”
Mikes eyes narrowed and his hand hovered over the drone launch. Long range sentries hummed at the bay doors. “Ain’t gonna happen.”
‘Then we will move you out of the way by force.”
“You won’t.” The drones spread out around him like a pack of wolves, eager for the kill.
“Nation is forever. Nothing you do will . . .”
The ship vanished as he gave the command and the first volley erased the opponent. In the wreckage afterwards he found an implant and eyed it suspiciously. ‘I am not putting anything in my head labeled ‘slave'”
He was on his way home when another bit of rebellion came to the fore.
He sounded drunk and Mike knew that sometimes he was . . . but he also sounded like he had had enough.
“Low sec is where I should be. I just can not take orders from wealthy white effers who make trillions per month and feed me replacement cost of some shit hull value. Hell, I can’t even bother to take orders anymore. I just can’t do it.
I don’t play this game to prove myself to someone that I am participating so my corp can have some shit moon all the while the alliance is getting money moons. This shit is more like a job. I have a job. I don’t need my relax/free time to be like a job.
I’m out this slave ass null sec bullshit. Low sec here I come!
But I feel SOOOO guilty wanting to leave corp”
Mike listened, becuse sometimes that is what you did. He asked where his friend would go and was happy to hear that he would be hooking up with another friend (although a pirate just the same) Rixx would get a new member to Stay Frosty and the null would lose.
“I wonder how many pilots are feeling the same, working for someone elses profit.? It is all well and good to say that you are part of something larger . . . but that starts to sound like that Sansha Slave. You have to have some measure of control, some reason to pop the pod in the hull.” he docked and examined the implant again. I wonder if being a slave is like being a GOON, or a Member of Test. You have your mission and your strength is in your confidence that you are many, unstoppable, implacable.” He bounced the implant on his palm and then sent it to the hold of another ship. “Someone else can worry about it. I want to fly. My own time, my own way.”
How many out there are willing slaves?
Thanks to Pilots Dante and Harri for their input in this post
How many are being driven to flying in null or finding other games to do? Is it the work that you do in game or the atmosphere of the fleets?
Going through the comments, there is a frigate coming to someone along with a low grade slave implant. Announced on Monday.
fly it like the chip in your head says you are winning