Intergalactic Summit

Indeed. I'd say that it also fits us, the greater Amarr civilization that includes both Ammatar and Khanid, as a whole. Time is on our side.

Karin Midular, though an enemy, was a wise woman who desired a better future for her kin. The horrible end of her career only outlines the depths of the Matari barbarism.

As if the Elder Invasion was not enough. Inexplicably, this again brings us to the question: can one condemn own soul to save something much, much greater?.. Will he or she be forgiven... or, eventually, punished by God, and punished with severity proportional to the sinner's status among the mortals?

But, as lord Shutaq already said above, these questions are better left out of this forum.

10:VII:CXIV A.Y.

Fallen Cities

Mezigh. Lajanoo. Gesht. Kibureh.

These and others once were names of power. Their blood was the gold flowing through the Inner Sea. Their rulers, vain and corrupt, bathed in pleasures; their plebs, cruel and fickle, never lacked bread and games. They thought of themselves as the only civilized people, their way of life the universal one, their way of governing all the mighty city-states and small kingdoms the most progressive - even if there was no single way, and what was the norm in one place often was seen as tyranny in others.

Their wine was the best wine. Their women were the best women. Their art of appreciating art was a way of life in itself, something that an unwashed steppe nomad or a scroll-thumping cultist from the islands would never even come close to understanding. Their court etiquette was refined with centuries.

Mezigh. Lajanoo. Gesht. Kibureh.

These names and others now are nothing, signs on broken tablets, weathered with time. The cities are long gone, their once proud towers turned to dust, great palaces crumbled, buried under the grassy hills looking at the vast sea beyond. Their culture and tongue is forgotten, names of the ancient pagan gods wiped from destroyed temples.

Everything that once thrived here died forever. Noone but the few savants remember them.

But the people who had seen the light lived on. And the Amarr who now were their lords gave the skies to them, just as God gave every star in the heavens to his chosen; and soon there was no difference between them, but the vague memories of the past.

You might have the best wine and the most beautiful women. Your way of governance might be the best from your point of view, and your bustling economy might promise a string of golden centuries to come.

But every star in the heavens still belongs to the faithful, and we met the likes of you before; and the time, the fate - the will of God - is always on our side.

And it is an enemy you can't fight off with a X-Holoreel.

Technically, we are already hostile to the Federation; their militia pilots are valid targets, and the Federal Navy shoots our combatants in Gallente highsec. Sure, the bureaucracy of the Crusade does not reward (yet) direct action against the Federal assets, as those are considered the domain of our Caldari allies, but the war is already going on.

Also, thank Lord, the Gallente aren't "everyone else in the galaxy", and i hope that the State ensures that they will never be.

The passage above was written to illustrate the similarities between the Gallente and the ancient Udorians. The Empire met such pompous decadents before and turned them to dust. It will outlive the Federation as well, and our way of life will prevail, not theirs. That's all.

By the spirit of Admiral Tovil-Toba may the hypocrisy that is the Gallente Federation forever be checked at every turn.

Never forget...

Oh, I was quite sure it was not directed at my "kind".

That dosent mean that it isnt true with respect to my "kind".

Amarr reached too far, and tried to steal the fruit from one too many plates. It got its hand slapped. My "kind" did the slapping.

With a Khu'maak.

Don't forget the weaponry smuggled in by the Federation and subsequent combat training. Come to think of it, what part of the Minmatar Rebellion was actually carried out solely by the Minmatar? Or the founding of the Minmatar Republic for that matter.

The part where the Minmatar did the fighting and the dying.

Do not be so quick to judge and behave in arrogance, the State's economy was infused with a stimulus by the Kingdom when it otherwise would have likely collapsed. The star gates used during the original blockades when the Caldari ceded from the Federation were built in part by the Gallente, the first Caldari corporation was modeled after the Gallente structure. We have all been assisted by others at some point in our history.

16:VII:CXIV A.Y.

What's in a Name

It's rather funny to be named after a planet, even if it's only a second name.

When I was a child, I thought that somewhere, in the heart of the galaxy, not far from the throne of the God-Emperor, is my planet. A world that i have magic connection to, a place where every wish comes true. A place where the broken toys and dead furriers go - surely, God can't let a drone or a furrier to his Heaven (Heaven is only for good people), but my magic planet is not heaven - it's just my secret magic planet. When the God-Emperor Heideran (i imagined him as a kind great-grandfather) lays to sleep, my planet shines through the windows of his palace, and there is peace and harmony in the universe.

When the days of home education started and the aged Ni-Kunni retainer taught me about the layout of the Throne Worlds, I discovered that my secret planet actually was a small oceanic world, very warm, with a low-ish gravity - less than half standard. I rejoiced: sea always fascinated me, and my secret planet was one big ball of warm water! Of course, there should be mysterious small islands (to house the toys, the furriers and the pirates), rainbows, mermaids, Jovian treasure buried on the sea floor, sunken Takmahl cities... I spent days drawing detailed maps of my world. After those were ready, I announced to the family that when i grow up, i'll not be a spaceship captain like Daddy. I'll be just a ship captain on my planet. Therefore, i need to learn how to: a) swim, b) surf, c) fence, d) set sail, e) climb ropes! The appropriate instructors must be hired as soon as possible! Also, my planet has low gravity, so my ship will have wings and will sometimes fly! The parents laughed, but I was allowed to go swimming three times a week.

Then came the school. The girls were teasing me mercilessly; "Tammy's fat like a planet", "Look, what's on Tammy's face? A nova? No, it's the evening star!", "Sailor Tamiroth reporting in for great justice" and other pearls like these followed me through the first years. The references to that stupid Gallentean holoreel series where each girl in the crew is named after a planet were especially annoying. But when the school hours ended, i had an entire imaginary world to return to.

During the later years I asked the group supervisor to register me by my other name only, so I was simply Alet Azaph. Old maps with mermaids and rainbows quietly gathered dust somewhere in the storage room. But our land bordered the great lake Nasamih, and I did learn to swim, surf, fence, set sail, climb ropes and many other things. Skydiving over the lake was awesome. One day, I told to myself, I'll fly through the skies of my planet and set sail in the endless ocean of my dreams, with the golden star of Amarr Prime above.

Not long before I left for the Empire to study, a boy, son of a neighbour's retainer, fell in love with me. He even hacked into the school's database to know more about me. Of course, father would kill me if I allowed anything to happen, so I didn't, and we spent our time together as friends, though we both knew everything without saying a word to each other.

Once, we sat on a hill overlooking the lake. Danera sunk below the horizon, and thousands of stars filled the sky. Here, far away from the lights of the estate, even the Vapor Sea was visible, a pale glittering cloud of smoke upon the barely discernible band of the galaxy itself. It was nothing comparable to the false-color imagery the pod interface feeds me now, but then, on the hills over Nasamih, it seemed to be one of the things you remember for the rest of your life.

"You never told me about your second name." - said the boy.

"You never asked."

"It is the most awesome name in universe. It is beautiful. Like a star. Like you."

I smiled in the dark and gave him a hand, and we watched the sky together.

This was the last day I saw him, and the day was after that was the last day I saw my father as he was leaving for the naval base.

Soon, I left too, to see the heart of the cluster and my secret world and to be changed forever.
But I'll write about it later.

If there's a lack of meaning in ones life, then it's because one failed to provide the proper amount of room for God within it, Cpt. Mukadder.

Hey youngling how about you quit sermonizing in the IGS and get your ass out there and fight in the Bleaks? Your righteous brethren are down to controlling just 3-4 systems now. I flew through the heart of Amarrian high sec the other day and yelled in local "Death to slavery!" passing through Kor Azor Prime and Amarr Prime while surrounded by 24 IC "warriors" yet, none would engage me. Perhaps they were too busy praying or something...

To put it more colloquially; less QQ and more pew, pew.

Show me the power of your god like you tried showing the Jove. Heh.