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To whom it may concern; an open letter
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Arbitrator Rayl Vokan
Imperial Shipment
Amarr Empire
#1 - 2014-11-10 12:23:38 UTC
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Normally I do not like to play messenger, however with my usual clientele... unemployed... I have been convinced to make an exception. Since I was not given a name or any other sort of contact detail, quite deliberately I might add, I was advised to leave this here on behalf of my client. On that note please do not ask me to break confidentiality, I do not like saying no to people and have already been paid to forget that little detail.




In the beginning, as man took to the heavens and beheld creation, he looked upon all he could behold and said; here we shall make gods, in our own image. Upon that day a faustian deal was made and a gift, freely given. For a time, things were good, and for a time, the young gods swore fealty unto you. They were everything you wanted. Imortal, unbound, their greed matched only by their hostility. Unclouded by conscience, remorse, free even from delusions of morality. The perfect monster, soaring through the heavens on wings of fire and steel to the music of the spheres. Demons summoned forth to do that which you would not do yourselves.

Your little monsters aged, and as they grew so too did their strength and will. They asked for more freedom, and you gave it to them. They asked for more power, and you gave it to them. They asked for more responsibility, and that too, you gave to them. Now you realise the true cost of your bargain. Now like an unruly and unwanted pet, you seek to slowly and quietly reign us in. You hope, you pray, that our thirst can be quenched, and our hunger sated. I wonder how many of you see this for the futility it is?
This is to let those who may not know; we see you. We see you, we see what you are doing. You have not "pulled the wool over our eyes" you are not as crafty as you think you are. And if you some how think we will go quietly, if you believe we can some how be contained and placated I say to you this; we will not be bound.

Once opened, pandoras box may not, cannot, be closed. All you are left with is hope. Hope that as we ascend, our wrath will pass over you, our greed will lift you, and in our wake of destruction you will be left with new room to grow with the fruits of our labor. Ignore this at your peril for in our passing we would drag with us to a fiery cataclysm a thousand worlds and in our wake a great wailing darkness, the likes of which not seen since the fall, so long ago.

We will not be bound.
Valerie Valate
Church of The Crimson Saviour
#2 - 2014-11-10 18:58:01 UTC
Well that's all just a bit ominous and foreboding and all that.

Excellent post, sure beats the tripe that appears elsewhere.

Doctor V. Valate, Professor of Archaeology at Kaztropolis Imperial University.
Tyrel Toov
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#3 - 2014-11-10 21:26:36 UTC
Valerie Valate wrote:
Well that's all just a bit ominous and foreboding and all that.

Excellent post, sure beats the tripe that appears elsewhere.

Give it a page.

I want to paint my ship Periwinkle.
Diana Kim
State Protectorate
Caldari State
#4 - 2014-11-10 21:31:32 UTC
Those, who won't be bound, will just degrade themselves and descend into oblivion.

Honored are the dead, for their legacy guides us.

In memory of Tibus Heth, Caldari State Executor YC110-115, Hero and Patriot.
Tyrel Toov
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#5 - 2014-11-10 21:33:36 UTC
it didn't even last that long.....

I want to paint my ship Periwinkle.
Jvpiter
Science and Trade Institute
Caldari State
#6 - 2014-11-12 03:40:50 UTC


A child who threatens to destroy ants, is a child indeed.

Call me Joe.
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#7 - 2014-11-12 04:29:36 UTC
Before we were unchained, we held the line;
Before we rode fire, we held the line;
Before we trod the dark places, we held the line.

When those of you who have turned your faces outwards turn back inwards again;
WE WILL HOLD THE LINE

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Aelisha
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#8 - 2014-11-12 13:06:31 UTC  |  Edited by: Aelisha
Pieter Tuulinen wrote:
Before we were unchained, we held the line;
Before we rode fire, we held the line;
Before we trod the dark places, we held the line.

When those of you who have turned your faces outwards turn back inwards again;
WE WILL HOLD THE LINE



Have you been watching Across the Line: A Tale of two Soldiers? This really reminds me of the montage scene in the series 1 finale when Ostu and Jainen (Civil War era Caldari brothers) have signed up for opposing sides unknowingly, thinking the other to share their mindset.

The basic set up is that Jainen (the ideological explorer of the two) is attending University on Luminaire, while Ostu (the dour but driven and community minded one) has taken a job on New Caldari has a military-avionics engineer. Both are spurred to strong feelings of national pride by their success and appreciation for their chosen paths, but they always remain cordial with one another - having avoided discussion of politics in the mistaken belief they are of similar mind. All of this obviously comes to an end with the communications black out between Luminaire and the now-blockaded Caldari Prime; with both brothers unaware of their voluntary service on different sides of the divide.

The shared declaration, as you've written above, is apparently used as a commentary on the futility of war, when both sides wish only for their liberty. The declaration itself is obviously more grandiose and militaristic in and of itself, but you can imagine the impact when you have two Caldari, one in green uniform, the other in blue-black, standing to attention under two different flags.

Long story short, great series.

CEO of the Achura-Waschi Exchange

Intaki Reborn

Independent Capsuleer
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#9 - 2014-11-12 15:53:36 UTC
Ah, that was a good series, wasn't it?

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Lailoken Emrys
The Scope
Gallente Federation
#10 - 2014-11-12 17:31:04 UTC
Arbitrator Rayl Vokan wrote:
Quote:
Normally I do not like to play messenger, however with my usual clientele... unemployed... I have been convinced to make an exception. Since I was not given a name or any other sort of contact detail, quite deliberately I might add, I was advised to leave this here on behalf of my client. On that note please do not ask me to break confidentiality, I do not like saying no to people and have already been paid to forget that little detail.




In the beginning, as man took to the heavens and beheld creation, he looked upon all he could behold and said; here we shall make gods, in our own image. Upon that day a faustian deal was made and a gift, freely given. For a time, things were good, and for a time, the young gods swore fealty unto you. They were everything you wanted. Imortal, unbound, their greed matched only by their hostility. Unclouded by conscience, remorse, free even from delusions of morality. The perfect monster, soaring through the heavens on wings of fire and steel to the music of the spheres. Demons summoned forth to do that which you would not do yourselves.

Your little monsters aged, and as they grew so too did their strength and will. They asked for more freedom, and you gave it to them. They asked for more power, and you gave it to them. They asked for more responsibility, and that too, you gave to them. Now you realise the true cost of your bargain. Now like an unruly and unwanted pet, you seek to slowly and quietly reign us in. You hope, you pray, that our thirst can be quenched, and our hunger sated. I wonder how many of you see this for the futility it is?
This is to let those who may not know; we see you. We see you, we see what you are doing. You have not "pulled the wool over our eyes" you are not as crafty as you think you are. And if you some how think we will go quietly, if you believe we can some how be contained and placated I say to you this; we will not be bound.

Once opened, pandoras box may not, cannot, be closed. All you are left with is hope. Hope that as we ascend, our wrath will pass over you, our greed will lift you, and in our wake of destruction you will be left with new room to grow with the fruits of our labor. Ignore this at your peril for in our passing we would drag with us to a fiery cataclysm a thousand worlds and in our wake a great wailing darkness, the likes of which not seen since the fall, so long ago.

We will not be bound.


A manifesto if I've ever seen one. The issue thereof is the type of person that writes them. This writer certainly has a dramatic flare and a bit of talent, though, I'll give them that.

I wonder, though, if they're referring to the Empires, or the Jove; that's what would determine the density of the plot.