At the random dive bar in deep space there's a girl with the body of a teenager but you can tell by the ports in her neck and too-perfect skin and barbiedoll shape and the sterile scent of fresh pod goo she's an egger slumming it with mortals. She has that generically euphoric glazed expression of someone crossfaded on approximately a half dozen drugs of dubious legality to take the edge off the combat stims that are definitely illegal that she's still coming down from. She's centuries old and playing the role of an adolescent party girl who just left the suburbs and discovered alcohol; maybe that's what it takes to stay sane at that age, which sure beats the sick shit pirates get up to. Now she's standing on the bar talking smack to a dude literally three times her mass about how she's going to platonically give his girl an orgasm because he can't and she wants her to know what she's missing so she leaves him. Does she have any martial arts implants crammed into that transhuman brain of hers? We're about to find out. In the ER she’ll tell the doc she’s just a smart girl trying to not be too smart for her own good. The doc will write down “is legitimately brilliant but thinks giving everyone and everything the finger is how to win at life.” Long ago, she had no plan, so she went to college. Her father sent her to military school, but she got even; he wanted her to respect authority, so she learned instead a bottomless contempt for it. After graduating adult daycare she started hacking cans in nullsec for fast cash for fast ships and big guns. Then it's back to somewhere with neon lights, hard drinks, and a good beat, maybe impress someone pretty, maybe fight a motherfucker or two. That is literally all she wants out of life. At least until she catches feels from those platonic orgasms with your girl. That’s not to say she can’t be prevailed upon by her former classmates from time to time to plant the occasional bomb, deliver the odd torpedo, or otherwise murderize various Amarr targets that are more or less militarily valid. Everyone’s got a hobby.