Intergalactic Summit

When I was young the Blood Raiders were something to be respected, we trained to fight them day and night and when I shot a bleeder in the chest through his order's sacred robes I knew I walked the path of god. It was with pride that I dragged the sanist's broken bodies to the pyre, to burn so they would never reach their false red idol. To burn as a warning to those who saw the smoke in the air and black on the ground. I had not yet seen my three thousandth day then.

Now, I take no pride in this stomping of vermin, toying with Nauplius in my Dramiel and brushing Anyanka aside. I long for a fight and all I get is more words from the weak and ineffectual.

I hope one of you does grow bold and rich. I hope one of you can live up to what you talk. I hope you build a great flagship and name it after some devil from your religion so I can add its name the row of birds on the prow of The Shrike.

I hope you grow fat, tick. I hope you vermin grow strong and numerous. I hope the day of your blood age comes so I can burn it before you and then feed you into the fire.




Flies and ticks and rats hold no challenge. Killing you garners no pride. Extermination is not a chore, it is just automatic.

I think they're too busy arguing over who is the most hardcore and spooky enough to lead the xXx_Legion_xXx_of_xXx_Blood_xXx_Age_xXx..

The capsuleers of today need to learn about public relations. There are - as there always has been - many bold claims made, but little substance to grasp at. Often the flippant comments in opposition are equally devoid of accomplishment, but it is always easier to destroy, than it is to create. Thus the crowd eagerly cheers on.

First one should put some heads on spikes - metaphorical or otherwise. Those you can flaunt. When they come to disapprove your accolades, it is they themselves who will look foolish, offering excuses and semantics to say that a head on a spike is not a head on a spike. This drivel you can ignore or take for your own amusement, as you wish. That the Blood Raiders of today do not teach this is almost disheartening.

Allow me to indulge in some boasting of my own. In the glory days of the Bleak Lands, the Blood Raiders were a force to be reckoned with. As the head of their enforcers, I can safely say that none flew in their territory without my say so. Certainly, we were contested, by rival pirates, but in the end, the best of them ended up becoming a part of our crew, adding to our strength. In strife, we grew stronger. All very fitting of Blood Raider doctrine.

But the massacre of Mabnen brought the empire's might to bear on the old Blood Raider strongholds. Omir's jealousy of my position and his fear led to a half-hearted defense. The empire won. Since then, dear old Omir has lead his Blood Raiders his own way. It was all part of his plan, he would say. Hiding and striking from the shadows, but where has it taken him? I say he was afraid that I would one day take the Blood Raiders away from him, just as he himself led a coup against a calcified leadership.

To be fair though, with more capsuleers filling the spaceways than ever and capital ships at everyone's beck and call, maybe it is more difficult to make your mark in the cluster these days. The principle of the thing should not change, however. On IGS, you speak backed up by your deeds, not your dreams.

Mr. Nauplius, I might not approve your methods, your views and your atrocities, I would prefer to see you as a frozen corpse, but I respect your honor and ability to fight, as you has shown with Ms. Jenneth.

Ayallah on other hand is just a loudmouth brutor, who, like it is usual to brutors, simply lacks mental capabilities. Should you enslave her, she'll be a fine lapdog pet for you.

Now if we could just get someone to do the same for that fool Kim...

You cannot reason someone out of something they did not reason themselves into.

And the most difficult thing Naup has ever accomplished is keeping his towers fueled, it looks like.

Also to be fair, Tormentors are not exactly easy prey for Breachers, depending on fittings. They are less vulnerable to tracking issues due to the ability to use a stasis webifier and the addition of drones, though getting into knife-fight range with one is usually a pretty good way of surviving the fight in a Breacher. Not to mention the typical durability one finds on an Amarrian vessel (personally found the plated ones more difficult than the reppers, somehow).

PIE did.

To be fair, I don't remember seeing PIE around the Blood Raider bases, but it was a long time ago. Certainly we never came to blows.

I do remember, however, holding secret talks with high-ranking PIE leaders who wanted to come to agreements on certain things. In some quarters I guess they would call it treason, but as I am a dangerous libertine I'd call it tea and biscuits. You'll just have to take my word on it though, because I have no intention of drenching anyone's good name to the gutter through specifics as I've no quarrel with PIE or the person(s) involved.

I guess we can all zing if we need to.

Meh, I'd still tap that.......