Intergalactic Summit

You have done nothing that requires forgiving, Msr. Antolliere, but the fact that you felt you should apologize speaks volumes about your character.

Poor little Alabath all broken up about a thread being derailed I can picture the scene ......

Little Alabath: "Boo Hoo, the bad man won't listen to my orders Mommy, what should I do?"

Mother Schmidt: "Consider perhaps that your previous foolish statements about the demonic deity of the slavery cult upon which this thread is based triggered a response from someone who did not agree with you. Religion in the cluster is a very serious topic, perhaps too deep for my little carrot top munchkin."

Little Alabath: "But I just want him to do as I say!" stomping her feet for emphasis.

Mother Schmidt: "Calm yourself, hush now, that is not the way IGS works people are free to post what they choose. Now run along and stop trying to understand grown up things."

Childish taunting and mockery while simultaneously telling another person to let the adults talk? I feel like I'm back in the schoolyard.

How quaint.


Whether you agree with her or not is irrelevant, Monsieur Ronin.

The simple fact is that the only image you're painting is you throwing a tantrum like a toddler in the shopping mart because your mother told you she wasn't buying you a lollipop. I do not think anyone that frequents these discussion boards has any doubt about your grievances with the Amarr blood-drinking, devil-worshiping, death, slavery cult.

You could do most of us a favor however, and relegate your discussions to threads that are actually about those topics rather than ones such as this, which are about a personal journey of a singular capsuleer whom you happen to associate with those things which cause you to froth at the mouth.

If you were a man of honor, you'd apologize for your demeanor and withdraw from the conversation.

The idea of 'finding' God is an odd one to me. That would be like finding the rain that's hitting your head or the ocean that you swim in. I can't quite wrap my head around it, though I know what you mean on an intellectual level.

Still, glad you found Him.


I do not believe Matar Ronin represents anything but his own incoherent, unintelligible backside.

I would never dream of holding him against the Minmatar people or those that serve the Republic.

This was a deeply personal revelation that Miss Starfall shared. I wonder why she bothered. My considerations, suuolo.

Ms Starfall,

I wasn't going to post on here as, normally, on matters you've brought up I generally try to keep my thoughts and feelings private and shared only between my friends and those involved. However, I feel I should respond after the gross derailment.

In the matter of Ms Jenneth, while I can't put words in people's mouths, once you take the sore feelings away I think you'll find the 'winds' are simply dissapointed. Reclaimation is a core tenant of our faith, and for many people it seemed they'd hoped by showing Ms Jenneth our empire and our faith, that she might see God's glory for herself. Alas, it was not (and perhaps never was) to be. While I hope eventually Ma Jenneth 'finds God' much as yourself, it's plain her journey is going elsewhere at this time.

In the matter of 'betrayer' 'traitor' et al, again I cannot put words in other people's mouths. However, I can put them in my own. One has to be part of something to betray it. Ms Jenneth, for all our kindness, was not ultimately part of the Empire. Therefore, she could not betray it. She did, however, russtle up a lot of jimmies with some of her thoughts and comments, made and presented in public and caused an upset (rightly or wrongly) amoung some of the Amarrian Loyalists.

If either yourself or Ms Jenneth want to know more on how I really feel, at length, about the whole thing you can ask me privately. I've shared about as much as I'm happy to here.

In regards to your own path towards God, it gladens my heart to see another person join the Faith.

God's blessings,

Utari Onzo

If anything is to be learned looking at the Amarr slave converts, it is: Never surrender.

No matter whatever is the price, no matter how deep is the humiliation, one should always find the strength to cling to whatever core of self that still keeps breathing, while it exists. And die as yourself, if necessary, before the sound of a master's whip turns into a sweet music.

Paralyzed, limbless, defiled to the very last bit of one's being, crawling in agony towards a gruesome death. Never. Surrender. Nor to men. Nor to the spirits of the unspeakable void. Nor to the Amarrian God. Never.

This is -- freedom.

I think Ms. Blackwind was providing a polite, thoughtful dissenting point of view. As such, her thoughts are welcome here.

Ironically, what she says does have relevance to me. While I have not been a slave, there was a period of my life where I fought, struggled and begged to die. And from that, I learned how precious freedom is. The free will with which I've chosen my path is a treasure. I do not see my faith as a metaphor of slavery, and I am fully aware that this may set me apart from those who would mentor me towards God.

But this is something that I own and expect to one day know the truth of.

Until then, my path continues on.

Forgive my ignorance, I have redacted my comment and make a personal apology for any potential derailment.

Now, as the matter of slavery is a contentious subject at best on the IGS, and I forsee it's going to fan some serious flames if I get into a heated discussion on it, I'll take my leave with respect to Ms Starfall's wishes.

It would be my pleasure. First you must train as a logi pilot and care more about keeping your teammates alive than gaining the glory of a kill mail.

Second you train as a POS gunner because the really big targets line up to destroy the assets your teammates depend upon to survive outside of high sec. You get to stare eyeball to eyeball to carriers and dreadnoughts exchanging fire and trying to tackle them so the guns of the POS and your team mates can destroy them. You don't get the glory of a kill mail but you do have the admiration of your team mates who know you fought alone against capital ships until they arrived to turn the tide.

You have to make some choices, the quick satisfaction of numerous kill mails or the enduring good of keeping the assets and your team mates from destruction by having other valuable skills.

Yes to my great shame I did lose a rifter, it should not have happened, but it did, a momentary lapse in judgment and boom you are in a pod. Such is the reality of low sec.