When Those kind of pilot skills are given “Much Honor” or enhanced social status (the cheapest of free perks)
It reminds me of the support the troops thing we have going on.
Do the Mogg’theran also have a segment of their population of former/current pilots that incur a 22/day loss rate? if so why?
Or do Moggtheran pilots all get shot through worm holes far far away?
With the ones that somehow J. Crichton their way back home across a wonderful/terrifying/uncaring universe to be placed in a nice and comfy pasture full of fried chicken and attractive mating partners after a thorough debrief?
Once put out to pasture is it all over but their death? Untill they get so bored they are begging to get sent back out there again?
Or are they placed in that guilded cage so they dont spook everybody else with that PTSD?
What kind of horrible people would do that to each other?
Interesting you should ask. They are nomadic so its fly til death. In some cases, they slowly get augmented as they get older until they are part of their ships…or ARE their ships.
A post-singularity species of space-faring nomads.
That is some kind of space oddity you made for yourself, there.
I like them already.
When they get to the point where they are as much machine as flesh
Do they call themselves Trans-Mogg’s? 😀
Ok that was bad.
But i still like the idea of when Trans-humans acquire a means of ‘existing’ long enough that the very stars themselves are no longer held out of reach by the ever expanding arms of Eternity.
I am sure it is my inner paranoia talking… but
When Those kind of pilot skills are given “Much Honor” or enhanced social status (the cheapest of free perks)
It reminds me of the support the troops thing we have going on.
Do the Mogg’theran also have a segment of their population of former/current pilots that incur a 22/day loss rate? if so why?
Or do Moggtheran pilots all get shot through worm holes far far away?
With the ones that somehow J. Crichton their way back home across a wonderful/terrifying/uncaring universe to be placed in a nice and comfy pasture full of fried chicken and attractive mating partners after a thorough debrief?
Once put out to pasture is it all over but their death? Untill they get so bored they are begging to get sent back out there again?
Or are they placed in that guilded cage so they dont spook everybody else with that PTSD?
What kind of horrible people would do that to each other?
Interesting you should ask. They are nomadic so its fly til death. In some cases, they slowly get augmented as they get older until they are part of their ships…or ARE their ships.
A post-singularity species of space-faring nomads.
That is some kind of space oddity you made for yourself, there.
I like them already.
When they get to the point where they are as much machine as flesh
Do they call themselves Trans-Mogg’s? 😀
Ok that was bad.
But i still like the idea of when Trans-humans acquire a means of ‘existing’ long enough that the very stars themselves are no longer held out of reach by the ever expanding arms of Eternity.