Intergalactic Summit

Knowing of you, but not knowing you, I was confused as I read.

Then I laughed, no seriously, I really did.

How incredibly mocking...


(edit) Going to say more to avoid double post:

You have problems, Ava. I'm not going to chalk it up to being an idiot, they're far beyond that. You have an ego that gets the better of you. While surely I'm the last to talk, I'm not one going around making a mockery of anything I don't understand.

That's a new low.

If you really want to advocate your race you can start by trying to understand why we can't unify. What differences truly exist between the Tribes, what is promised within Amarrian lifestyles (even within servitude by the collar) as well as the struggle of a life not-so-simple in slavery.

Why ways of old, peace, and even equal rights really are a joke now.

Vitoc isn't the only thing keeping us to the collar and why 40% of an entire race may not entirely want freedom.

Why there might actually be some merit in the Amarrians calling us barbaric, beyond just the style and image we tote.

You also might wonder why there could ever be such hostility between us and the Gallente, even after all they've done for us. I'm not talking about recently with the death of Midular but even before that.

There's a pride that has grown from fighting our own war and trust in the ways we find natural of which the influence of uniform Gallente actually threatens even if only subtle.

You don't get that. You certainly don't show it or advocate it if you do. And then you dare to mock someone who actually calls you out on it.

And then you write this...

Severed fingers? Really? No clothes? The hell, are you Gallente?

Revenge? Is that what you think this is all about, honestly? No, Ava... The longer you exist amongst the stars the sooner you come to find there is no revenge fitting enough to fill the void life deals to you. Revenge also is something so many other races like to fill the blank of understanding Matari with, for purposes of influencing or relating to them. It's laughable but a good cover even where it makes us all look like children.

As for no one can know your misery? That's probably the jab that strikes the deepest.

Ava, of course they can. Given enough time to cope you might actually find you enjoy sharing and explaining such experiences... they warm you in knowing someone cares enough to share your burden of them.

But that requires others to care enough in the first place. Something you, nor Tib, nor half of your friends have ever done.

And to think there was a time I actually did consider you a sister and someone I could actually look up to...






P.S. My holder's still out there. I hate the old ******'s ******* guts and I want to say I'd kill him in a heartbeat. Would I really? I don't know. He is still alive after all. As one of the few to really understand me; the ****** is still human (even where so many would try to say he's more a monster than human), and within that I hurt him dearly in ways enough to be pretty sure he still thinks about me, even after selling me to what I'm sure he believes was a fate worse than death. I'm still juggling with if I should settle for that. Perhaps making enough appearances on the holovids is enough to rub it in. His little starlet all grown up and spiting every little aspect of order man could ever believe in.

Sooner or later, you come to realize he's not the only man like that.

For whatever that's worth.

Then you must be doing it wrong, try a bigger blade and see

I was born in the slums of Matar, my parents were taken into slavery when Arzad fell. I grew up in an orphanage donated by a capsuleer where I learned to fight. I was inspired by the Midular to join the Republic fleet when I was of age where I fought for the Republic and earned my angst and edge looking for my parents, looking at all the slaves I could not save.

It was then I was captured by the Amarrians. I was sold to a holder who was not kind but over time I came to cherish the times we would spend together in his bed. To this day, I love leather. I was beaten often though even though I found god and loved how much better I was living in the empire I one day killed everyone like I learned in the orphanage and escaped.

I returned to the Republic to find that the collar had changed my, to see the crimes of Shakor. I could not stand this travesty so I left in disgust., moving to the Federation ringing with me my learned Ideals about race and racism. I was prejudiced and I spread that wherever I went. I went back to the Republic after a time spent as a stripper to care for my new children and their father who was killed in war against the slavers to get a voluval because I thought they were super neat. I got the shaman/warrior/bittervet mark that looks like a skull with all these flames and stuff coming out of it.

It was there I became even more disgusted with Matar and Shakor. It was there I was in the battle of Colelie. I shouted in horror to stop the fighting but others who cared more about themselves than my new gallentean home affected the dreadnaught battle too much in their assault frigates. I could not stop them.

I retuned to the Federation, hating the Republic and Shakor (but with a new summer home on Matar) to find the seeds of racism I planted all those years ago had grown. I could not find work except as a prostitute or an assassin, so I spent my time doing those things.

It was then that I fled to the mandate, and the truth of god's will. I sit now happily at the side of my new holder with my collar of gold and I realize I loved it from the beginning. I had found god.

And YOU, heathen Ava Starfire you would see fit to mock me from your sheltered life! To judge me and the losses I have suffered!
I hope you and your republic burn to the ground as is god's will. You do not have what it takes to be Matari and strong and you will never do more fro the Republic than I have!

But can you teach me to fly the Wolf better? ….Link fit?

Stay mad, friend.

Well let's be fair here. Morgoroth the Devourer of Worlds doesn't doodle on people and tell them it's their destiny.

I laughed. Hard. 10/10, would read again and recommend to a friend.

On the subject of "Matariness"; when someone can give me a universally agreed upon definition of what it means to be Minmatar (or Gallente, Caldari, Amarr, etc.) then we will have an objective way to measure someone's meeting or falling short of those criteria. Until then my response to a would-be judge of someone's being x enough is, "Bite me".

Is that appropriately Angry Minmatar enough?

Amazed to see no use of vitoc, it would seem your holder was kinder and very much untraditional.

Aside from that, I find I suddenly understand completely why many Minmatar simply don't like anyone else, including their own kin.

My sides. I can't breath.

And here comes exactly what I was waiting for. That moment when you can't truly separate satire from reality. When the ludicrous turns out to be quite real, or maybe not? There's probably a Someone's Law for this.