Intergalactic Summit

The current system is not the old system. Things were certainly stale in some aspects. Executor Heth appeared and kept our path true. He rekindled aspects of the old ways.

But what now? It's quite clear that the direction is once again starting to stray, as it did before his appearance. We've become the direction of one person and you need only read the news to see this.

*A camera feed opens. It appears to be mounted on a desk, the camera lens facing Korsavius who is sitting with his hands folded. He wears no uniform, but instead clothing that can typically be seen on any common citizen. Behind him is an empty bookcase - it seems almost every item in the office has been packaged.*

My fellow Statesmen.

*He pauses briefly.*

I deliver this with a somewhat humbled tone - humbled by the reactions of both jaijii and kirjuun. Some of the reactions have surprised me, while others have not.

I've never considered myself to be much of an orator...as such, I am not sure how to proceed..but...

*He looks down at his folded hands, releasing a sigh, then returns his gaze into the camera*

I have been told..ordered..to keep to myself and cease any hostilities to Heth and his administration. The truth is, I cannot. I will not. I refuse to obey an order that, if followed, will continue to allow Heth and his forces to strain and drain my home, my people.

I understand the ramifications of my decision, and I accept them. If Ishukone wishes to suspend my citizenship, and I-RED to terminate my employment contract - then I will honor those decisions.

When our ancestors felt the disconnection between themselves and the Gallente, they rose to the occasion and stood firm to their beliefs. Let my actions be echoed with the same grace as theirs.

*He pauses for a few moments before continuing.*

My family arrived in the State not as citizens, but as victims of an unchecked black market trade. As if by some cosmic coincidence, some grand scheme, I was born into existence. I was a lucky one, however. Many children born under the same conditions as I never get to see the light of day, constantly toiling away at mine shafts, production facilities, or station warehouses.

My family was given a second chance, however. An opportunity which we used to "earn our stripes", so to speak, while anyone else in the right mind would have fled to greener pastures. My father would never live long enough to earn his, but my mother and myself bled, sweat, and worked as tirelessly as any ethnic Caldari to earn our place. But, even so, there was always certain Caldari who would look upon us with animosity - a gaze of indifference.

When I finally decided to pursue formal education, it was recommended that I attend school within the Federation or Republic instead, and so I did. Even when in company of my "blood brethren" in the Republic, I experienced the same animosity I did back in the State, only amplified. I managed through, though, and when I graduated promptly returned to the State.

While I was glad to be home, I couldn't help but feel confused and torn apart. I carried these feelings with me for many years, and eventually decided to confide in traveling. Only until recently, I never truly understood what it meant to be Caldari. The frigid Sebeistor homeland of Mikramurka on Matar is highly remarkable. I discovered I have a natural affinity to it, but could never figure out why. Well, now I know why.

The cold, arctic winds caressed my skin. Rather than torment my fragile body, they cradled it - welcomed it. When my meditation was complete, I rose rejuvenated. Even on those cold, inhospitable lands so far from home I felt the bond between my soul and that of State ancestors. I felt what it means to be Caldari.

*He sinks his head, watching his hands as his fingers twiddle around slightly before returning to a more formal posture.*

And so, people of the cluster, make no mistake. To be Caldari is not confined to a single race, I am just one of many who can testify. Beneath this Brutor skin, Caldari spirit runs through these veins. And it is with that Caldari spirit that I summon the strength and courage to denounce Heth and his corrupt Provist government. It is with that Caldari spirit that I take a stand, while so many others continue to remain silent, either in fear or indecisiveness. It is with that Caldari spirit that I rise against corruption and oppression, even if I rise alone.

And so, I reiterate.

I understand the ramifications of my decision, and I accept them. If Ishukone wishes to suspend my citizenship, and I-RED to terminate my employment contract - then I will honor those decisions.

I will also honor the memory of those who sacrificed so much to create what they did. And if that means I must sacrifice so much as well, then it shall be done.

*He leans forward a bit.*

Heth-kirjuun, your time has passed.

*Korsavius terminates the camera feed.*

*Idly plays with a small jade pendant she is wearing*

Remember, you never need walk alone, Korsavius.

For the State.

For Ishukone.

Let their lives be remembered and their deaths be not in vain, Ishukone. Lai Dai Research Spacelane Security wishes Ishukone well.