Intergalactic Summit

If he didn't make any specifications about Gallente vessels, that's OK - fortunately, I generally fly a Hurricane in combat. If I see you in space, rest assured that you'll need more than your God and the blanket protection of an NPC corp to save you.

Spes, having flown for two major empires, the Caldari and most lately, the republic, and previous to that, the Khanid Navy, while in service to a previous corporation, all I can advise you is, prepare yourself for far more bloodshed and guilt upon your conscience. I still wake up at night screaming sometimes, reliving a moment in combat--sometimes its a previous ground battle, most often its reliving the countless murders I've committed in space, most of the time maintaining good order with my superiors. However, after a few moments, I quiet my heart, gaze into the vast emptiness of space, and realize that life and death, demolition and rebirth, are eternal realities in constant flux. Amarr, Caldari, Gallente, Minmatar, Khanid, Matari, Ammatar... even Blood Raider, Guristas... yes, even Sansha... one could argue their destruction is immoral, unconscionable, and something to be avoided.... They all evaporate into dust the same before my lasers or the purging ball of fire that are my scourge missiles... Honestly, at times I mourn for them all,

but...

Then...

there's ISK...

Take it from, you're no moral upright and you're no loyal servant of the Empire. Things must not have done well for you in MInmatar space, did they? You honestly returned to the territory of an empire where you killed a high-ranking member of their society?. You are not religious, perhaps crazy or driven by an ulterior motive... I suspect the latter.

You are a hired gun! How much did the Amarr pay you? Take it from me. I know the taste of ISK and how wonderful a loaded credit chip feels in your wallet. Stop the hypocrisy and admit who you are. You may get a better offer than your current one!--Anonmyous benefactor? Whatever.

Granted, I can understand a crisis of conscience. I recently freed half a billion slaves that used to serve me and my business partner on our planetary colonies. We had a nice thing going with PI, but, after my experience in null sec and a deep conversation one evening with my current CEO, I could no longer conscience it.

I still kill people, though, regularly. Their blood is all the same color--the same as your, the same as mine. Skip the religious, conscience, bull crap and don't demean those who truly walk the path of the Lord--something neither you nor myself do, mercenary.

I for one congratulate the Saurumite lapdog, theres nothing like free choice in where you stand hmmm?

Or prehaps he was brainwashed, lobejacked, coerced.... excetera excetera...... Who knows you may one day become more than a carefully watched puppet/meat shield of your "Betters".

I sincerely doubt a Brutor slave could kill his Holder and flee into the Republic, while later returning to the Empire without repercussions. The Ammatar's attention seeking first proclamation likely earned him far more enemies in the Empire than friends.

While some Amarrian dogma teaches their God can be forgiving, their Empire is not...

Hmmm. "Spes Aeternam." Old, old Amarish. Your master gave you that name, didn't he? He must have had high expectations of you.

Your name means "Hope Eternal," directly translated. It sounds as though you betrayed that hope. Perhaps this is the source of your guilt.

There is precedent in the Amarr Empire for dealing with such crimes. While you may have annihilated your master's immediate family, a Holder's family stretches across centuries and is comprised of many, many generations. If you truly wish to make amends, I suppose it would be to them, that you must surrender.

The laws of Amarr permit those aggrieved to seek out justice in the form of flesh. The heir Aritcio Kor-Azor underwent this procedure some years ago, quite a horrific affair, at the behest of a Speaker of Truth. After all the torment was over, he was a changed man. Redeemed, like you seek to be.

Alas, while Aritcio's standing in the strata of Amarr society allowed each aggrieved party to walk away with just a sliver of his severed body, you... as a slave, and killer of Holders... face a considerably worse fate. For one, your flesh is not nearly as valuable as the flesh of a Holder.

But an interesting opportunity presents itself, since you are a capsuleer. Now, I have a fairly solid understanding of Imperial law (due to my frequent violations of said law) and may perhaps be able to advise you better than even the Amarr posters in this thread.

The reasoning behind this law of "eye for an eye" is to grant the victims the right to exact vengeance upon the flesh of the perpetrator. I imagine there are dozens, if not hundreds of family members in this Holder's line who would like to see you suffer. My suggestion: let them do exactly that.

Surrender yourself to the family of the Holder. Let them exact their vengeance by tearing you apart, ripping you to ribbons. Then wake up, and do it again. And again, and again, until they get tired of it and feel justice is done. Perhaps after a few dozen agonizing deaths, the symbolic exchange of flesh will have leveled the scales.

Best of luck in obtaining absolution.

Well, you are savages. Why can't you settle your disagreements over deadly poison tea like civilized people?

I'd just like to announce that I nominated Spes Aeternam for PIE's Amarr Loyal Servant Of The Year award. I just found that that he didn't make the shortlist for some reason. Can't imagine why, given his stellar history of ascribing to Amarrian moral values. Oh well, maybe it's just a clerical error, or perhaps there were just a lot of high quality entrants this year. Chin up, Spes.

So I just read through all four pages, and I think I can sum up the entire content of this post in three notes.

1: Some people are just born stupid.

2: Tribal tattoos are cool.

3: Captain Lybecker has excellent taste in manners of drinking.


Did I miss anything?

Only 40%?

Captain, I have a wonderful new experience to share with you.

It's called 'Jetcan'.

I meant that I brew a drink called 'Jetcan' that's strong enough to spin your head around.

Send you a bottle?