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Sumerio Rayej
Gallente
Intaki Liberation Front
Posted - 2009.03.01 22:50:00 - [1]
 

Edited by: Sumerio Rayej on 01/03/2009 23:12:19
Since there isn’t nearly enough room in my ship's bio, I’ve chosen to introduce myself here. I would encourage other pilots to do the same.

My name is Sumerio Rayej (soo-MARE-ee-yo RAGE). If you’re not familiar with my particular dialect of Intaki, that’s the easiest way to pronounce my last name. There’s actually a slight hesitation in there, so my name sounds like something between “rage” and “ray edge”, but “rage” is close enough.

I was born among the poorest of the poor on Intaki. Most who visit my world never see the slums where I was raised. It was a small town on the outskirts of the city of Ka’tek. Simply surviving was a struggle, until I grew up.

I am my grandfather reborn. I'm sure that sounds odd if you aren't Intaki. Hell, it sounds odd to me. I never did buy into that mystical rebirth crap. Still, as a reborn, sometimes it seems like I know things I shouldn’t.

I learned, young, how to tinker. By 5, I was already helping my dad fix things. By 10, I was a better engineer than he would ever be, and suddenly we were living pretty well. By 13, when my dad was killed as an accidental casualty in a gang war, I had to provide for my family. My sister was a hopeless addict. Prostitution barely paid her drugs. My older brother was in a gang and probably to blame for my father’s death. My other brother tried, but with no real skills, he could only make a pittance.

Somehow we survived, until it was just Mom and me left at home. She kept pushing me to make something of my life, but it took a pod pilot to make me listen. The guy got stranded on Intaki somehow. I'm not sure what he was doing in my particular slum, but he needed his shuttle fixed so he could get back to space. I’d never worked on anything like a space shuttle, but it wasn’t too hard to figure out. My mother got him to tell us stories of space flight while we waited for parts. They all seemed far too fantastic to be true, but they were fascinating, none-the-less. Eventually, his shuttle was repaired well enough to fly, at which point the pilot paid me well and went on his way.

I thought that would be the last I would see of him, but 6 months later, he came back to Intaki. I’m sure I wasn’t his only business on Intaki, but he came to see me—I guess I impressed him. He made me an offer—go with him and become a pod pilot. “You don’t belong here,” he told me, and my mother couldn’t agree more. She practically kicked me out the door. I objected that I didn’t have any money and neither did my mother, but he said it would be taken care of.

I still remember the awe I felt when we arrived at the space station where his ship was docked. How could an opulent city in the sky like that share the same universe as the slum where I grew up? Of course, I later learned that that station was a low sec hell-hole compared to high sec metropolises like Dodixie.

We quickly boarded a space cruiser more magnificent than anything that I had ever imagined. He introduced me to the small crew of his Vexor and disappeared into his control pod. A short time and several jumps later saw us dock at the Center for Advanced Studies in Cistuvaert.

The pilot escorted me to someone at the school who he obviously knew well. “I have another student for you,” he said, and just like that, my new life began. I never had to worry about the tuition. Thousands of ISK, and he paid it with less concern buying a pack of cigarettes.

I’ve never seen nor heard from that pilot again. I often wonder about my old benefactor, but since he never asked for anything in return for his generosity, all I can do is take the occasional opportunity to “pay it forward” by helping other pilots in need.

Nomakai Delateriel
Amarr
Ammatar Free Corps
Curatores Veritatis Alliance
Posted - 2009.03.01 23:56:00 - [2]
 

Edited by: Nomakai Delateriel on 01/03/2009 23:56:26
Look. You're one of (at least) 200.000 pod pilots.
Even if I only spent 30 seconds reading each sob-story I would still have to spend almost 70 days doing it.
So don't introduce yourself on these forums unless it's absolutely necessary (and/or entertaining), and really don't encourage anyone else to do it.

Veron Daerth
Amarr
Blood Meridian
Posted - 2009.03.02 00:26:00 - [3]
 

<Veron Daerth smiles>

A most interesting tale Pilot Rayej. Count yourself as one of the lucky ones, in many cases. While I suggest you ignore Pilot Delateriel (he is probably just constipated from all the cheese he must have eaten with all of his whine), especially where his comments concern his admonition not to post things unless they are interesting (who the hell decides whats interesting? Frankly, Khanid Bookstore sales and stock reports arent interesting, but they are posted nonetheless. You dont see me whining about it.) you may consider entering your tale here as well.

Many other's life stories and such are there, and you can perhaps see if some other pilot has been a beneficiary of your mystery Pilot.

Regardless, I found your story interesting, and wish you good fortune.

Be well, Pilots.

Saxon Hawke
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
Posted - 2009.03.02 18:00:00 - [4]
 

Namas and well met, brother.

Your story is an inspiring one that underscores what so many would chose to ignore: The daily life of the planet-bound Intaki population is hardly the Utopia the blind-faith supporters of the Federation would have everyone believe.

My question to you is this: Now that you've found your wings, what are you going to do with them?


 

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