Intergalactic Summit

Don't get me started on slashfic with me and Verin.

The Federation must be destroyed, Mr. Elle!


No worries about it, I have used already to be asked same questions over and over again, as to object same lies about me, that appear with regular basis. Sometimes, I think I should made some prepared links, so I don't have each time to write or say what I have said earlier... I will think about it when I will have a bit more time.


Correction: eradication from our society and societies of others.
In their own society and on their own planets I don't care what way or living and which ideology they will follow, if they will leave if for themselves and won't try to infect others.

And, Mr. Elle, if you wish to discuss some things with me, without switching the conversation to your person instead, I would strongly recommend you to never make any assumptions about me like that ever again. Deal?


Ahh, this is an interesting point to discuss, thank you!

Well, I could have easily shown why I believe it is brainwashing, but if you insist, we will go straight to the next part.

You see, the brainwashing, that the Federation is pulling, is constant and persistent, it forces people to think in terms of their program, that is fed to people through every media and advertisement. With their removal people can actually start thinking for themselves, without constant "correction" by the media, what would be "good" and what would be "bad". It will require peoples to actually think and analyze, and their fate will depend on their ability to use their heads themselves.

The ideology behind this brainwashing will persist, eventually, but without constant beating it into heads of every citizen, it won't be widespread and enforced.

Implication of other Faction following such ideology in mass? - They will just degrade themselves as gallenteans. It is a pity, but we can't do anything, people will have to think for themselves, and the Universe doesn't have tolerance to weakness.

And the story about Capsuleers, it shouldn't be a concern as well, as supply of new capsuleers will be not brainwashed. As the Federation won't be existent at that moment, there will be completely different standards for access to the program for ex-federation descents. As for the old capsuleers, you see, most of them are kept brainwashed, as gallentean media is, unfortunately, wide available to capsuleers as well. Even some of "Caldari" peoples might get hooked by it, and would start talking about democracy, freedoms, hedonism, individualism, like not negative things. Not everyone puts proper filters against gallente traffic on their neocoms.

But as the supply of gallentean propaganda will be depleted, we could expect majority of capsuleers to rethink and analyze data, to think with their heads and not in terms of holoreels they have watched.

Probably I am an optimist, but I believe in peoples.

Besides that, hunting them down in high- and low-security space is already my job (I usually don't come to zero security space, as it is for outlaws anyway), and in this I see no problems.


Exactly! And here comes the hard part.
But if we will succeed in uniting our peoples, frogs will have no chance,
and the Federation will be destroyed.

If you delve deep enough into the baseliner fandom's crazier elements, you find things that are interesting and terrifying in equal measure. There are people, for instance, who've tracked down the full crew manifests of every ship I've ever destroyed, and listed every person killed this way in a database, indexed and searchable by a dizzying array of variables.

I quite honestly find this even more disturbing than the three-way slashfiction involving me, Rodj Blake and Sansha Kuvakei.

"Frogs" is a derogatory term used by the Caldari to refer to the Gallente.

I believe our equivalent for them is "squids."

Would you like to try the Caldari Prime Rib with Legume & Air Buns?

WE WILL RETURN with your meal of titan-sized portions.

It's like a thousand slashfic writers cried out in ecstasy.

Yaa! I was drinking tea! Choking. So much coughing! I am dying. I am dying. Haaa... I am dead.

Ohhh, more coughing.

Andreus, you should have a care before I write the story of your romance with Kimura. I will call it Duty. of Two, The Passion of One. Perhaps you will notice him this time as you toss your mahogany hair, shaking it free in a cascade while the playful and spirited wind guides the tips through a gentle dance in the golden sunlight, and your soul-reflecting orbs gaze longingly into one another's as you stand at the top of the highest mountain! (Winds and mountains. Tuulinen will like this.)

Piepie, you are meant to be culturally sensitive to my hot buttons. Of course my buns are big. You are very big and very hungry. If I only had small buns to offer you when you visit, you would not be satisfied, and that would be improper.

And Pilot Egivand, these frogs are violating many, many important regulations. One is the required amount of the surf and the turf. The Seafood Oversight Board (the S.O.B.s) has very clearly said there can be no more than 40% surf to 60% turf. These frogs are amphibians. They are 50/50! You do not wish to be the one holding a frog when those S.O.B.s are looking.

What if I cut off the feet and stuck lizard feet to it instead?

If that one's true, then it raises the worrying implication that genetics play a role in tonsorial and sartorial preference.

There are a lot of noses out there.