In New Eden, many pilots live in a defined area for substantial periods of time. This might mean a particular solar system, or a constellation, or some other zone. They work the same agents, mine the same belts, prowl for ratters, defend their sovereignty, or work the same trade routes.
Nomads don’t fly thay way. We move from place to place over time, always looking for what’s on the other side of the stargate. We don’t consider ourselves to belong to a particular nation or to own some volume of space. Instead, we go where we want, when we want, to do what we want. We travel and tinker and trade and, yeah, take.
So we don’t have twenty different ships in our hangar. We have a industrial ship and travel light. This week, I live in Essence, and the next week I’m back home in Metropolis before spending some time in Syndicate or Lonetrek.
A nomadic lifestyle doesn’t necessarily mean operating independently, though for some pilots it might. We fly together as a clan and we support each other in our endeavors. We set goals and achieve them, both for individual and group benefit. But that “group” means us, not some larger state to which we should owe allegiance due to the happenstance of our birth.
I am a Thukker. The world will decide whether it sees me as one or not. But I fly Thukker until I die.
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