Intergalactic Summit

Twelve days ago, a Vherokior wrench-turner turned to the Brutor valve-lubricator chained next to him, raised his wrench, and then brought it down upon the Brutor's head. Neither the overseer-drones present nor the slaver hounds moved to stop him. When the Vherokior was done, the overseer-drones pushed the three other slaves who had witnessed the event out the nearest airlock. A few hours later, the Vherokior was brought before the altar at one of my sacrificial chambers. I was waiting. He lowered his eyes; the beating he had gotten the one time he dared lift his eyes in the presence of a Chosen had taught him that lesson real quick.

—Why did you do this?

—He was Minmatar. He is subhuman filth. He existed only to glorify God in his destruction, and he will be butchered in Hell for all eternity.

—And you?

—I am Minmatar. I am subhuman filth. I exist only to glorify God in my destruction, and I will be butchered in Hell for all eternity.

—And so filth is given dominion over filth, now?

—I—

—Don't answer.

I took a portable holo-projector out from under my robes and put it on the altar. The Vherokior watched as it played the cam-drone footage from the hardpoint maintenance access room where he had killed the Brutor. He watched himself beat the Brutor with the wrench and then watched himself bite the Brutor's neck and drink the Brutor's blood.

—Tell me why you did this. I waited a long time for him to speak:

—God has given the Minmatar over to destruction. The blood of the Brutor will give us strength. You say that every time we watch you sacrifice—

—Us? And you think you're one of the us now? Again, I waited a long time for him to speak:

—Every time at the sacrifice, you say something I couldn't ever understand:

My word lies within all,
All it requires is the breath of faith,
To ignite the fire,
So the lost can find their way,
So the fallen can rise,
To take their place as my chosen,
For you are all my creation,
And are all equal in my kingdom.

—But I am Minmatar. I am subhuman filth. I exist—

He slowly lifted up his eyes and looked me in the face. Pointing at the holo-projector, he said:

—In that moment, I understood what you mean—to take my place as God's Chosen.

—Show me again.

I snapped my fingers and in came two slaves dragging a Sebiestor naked from the waist up whom they strapped to the altar. Then they left. I tossed a knife unto the altar and took a control pad out from under my robes. I raised the pad, looked the Vherokior squarely in the eye, and pressed the button that released his chains.

In a flash he grabbed the knife and in a vicious motion swung it up and then down through the Sebiestor's chest, spattering blood all over himself and me. Then he put his mouth to the wound and fed. I waited until he finished, then took out from under the altar a necklace bearing a golden vial.

—This is for you, the symbol of the Faith. I have already filled a third of it with the blood of the Brutor you killed this morning; fill another third with the blood of this Sebiestor here. We'll get you the blood of your own people soon enough.

Raising the control panel again, I pushed another button and the Vherokior's glaive-collar fell to the floor.

—No more are you a slave, I said. Now you are Chosen of God.

I got better hallucinogens than you, it'd appear.

I see you trust god to protect you.

Wouldn't bet on that.

Nauplius I'm going to enjoy it so much on the day that someone, hopefully a relative of one of your victims, bashes a Khumaak into your thick skull.

You are truly the sickest, most twisted piece of crap I've ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with. I wish it were within my power to exterminate you like the vermin you are.

I hope you have pockets under your robes, otherwise I don't want to know where you stored that holo-projector.

Wait, are you telling me he's not one of your botched brain'plant experiments? Dafuq actually happened to this guy?

Far from the most disturbing, but otherwise, right on.

My sister would probably say something along the lines that it's just another proof that every Amarrian needs to be shot in the head or something, but really. If one just kills some of the lunatics and cultists, more take their place and nothing changes. Waste of ammo unless paid well.

Also, Blood Raiders. That particular brand of Amarr nutjobs never ceases to deliver.

NO!
Bad Evi! BAD!!
No uplifting here!!

Gods and spirits.

This is it.

This is the day we finally found someone so repulsive and objectionable even Ammatar and Minmatar are backing each other up.