Intergalactic Summit

The holodisk is passed to you by a friend of an acquaintance of a friend, after days of whispered rumor. A newly-graduated capsuleer from Royal Amarr Institute was kidnapped, they say. No ransom, just one demand.

The video is of poor quality, and the audio is distorted. A young Amarr woman sits limply in a chair opposite the camera, her arms shackled at her sides. An IV bag runs into her left arm and her makeup is smeared with tears.

To her right, barely visible off-camera in shadow, a figure holds up a poster-sized card for her to read.

"My name is Phanca Zanjoahir. I am a capsuleer graduate of Royal Amarr Institute. Today's date is 23 November 116. My father, Dera-"

She begins weeping, and the off-screen figure speaks. Their voice is mechanically distorted beyond the quality of the recording.

"Read all of it, Phanca."

She sniffles, lifts her head languidly, and locks eyes with the other individual.

"My father, Derafsh-e Zanjoahir, is a Holder within the Empire, contractual owner of approximately fifteen thousand slaves. There are Holders with more slaves, and Holders who display more cruelty. Both traits are unaccept-" She chokes for a moment, hesitates, and continues reading. "Unacceptable. I will be generous today. For the hundreds of slaves who die in his care every year, Holder Zanj-" She breaks down into hysterical weeping.

The figure sighs, drops his card, and steps into view of the camera. He is large, wearing a traditional Amarrian hooded cloak and a mask of Molok the Deceiver.

"For the hundreds of slaves who die in his care every year, Holder Zanjoahir loses one life dear to him. Phanca here is a line in the sand. The Empire has thrown its lot in with the Caldari State and its perpetual war in hopes of drawing attention away from the lip service shown to true abolition. This is no longer an option. Until slavery as an institution dies within the Amarr Empire, so too will its newly-graduated capsuleers - the weapons in their precious war."

The masked figure steps to behind Phanca, draws a firearm, and discharges a single round through her right temple. The quality of the image thankfully spares you most of the gritty details of her final moments.

He steps over her body to the camera, picks it up, and reaches for the controls.

"Check."

Video honestly seems fake given the quality.

Wait you think that wasn't fake? Huh. Well then. I have a new toy to play with.

Hey Tuulinen. If you're already a monster, is there anything that you'd do to another monsters...."pals" that'd make you more so a monster?

It seems like masked man has denied himself the opportunity to negotiate with a valuable hostage.


He may have even influenced the freedom of some quantity of slaves if he wasn't so interested in exhibiting his moral ejaculate in front of the camera.

A few years ago, some Minmatar terrorists threatened to execute 1000 Amarr prisoners-of-war, unless 1 million Minmatar slaves were freed into their care.

The Minmatar terrorists had no intention of handing over the 1000 P.O.W.s, they wanted to execute them.

Except someone called their bluff. And offered one million Minmatar "slaves".

So the exchange was made, and the 1000 Amarr people were returned to their families.

Meanwhile, the Angry Minmatar Terrorists, raging at their bluff being called, interrogated the Minmatar that they were given, and those deemed not to be sufficiently "Minmatar", were executed. Well, some of them were.

You see, as it turns out, the Angry Minmatar Terrorists, sold a substantial amount of those Minmatar, back into slavery. To get ISK for ships and war declarations. Because they couldn't accept that they had been outplayed, and they weren't going to turn down the vast sum of money that 1m slaves represented, on the markets.

The thing is though, that those 1m Minmatar "slaves", weren't slaves at all, according to some rather juicy gossip that I heard a couple months ago. Turns out, that following the Empress Jamyl's proclamation of freedom for 9th generation slaves, and the statement that the Age of Slavery was ending, a lot of slave holders looked at their recently acquired slaves and thought "I'd better get rid of these, before the Empress finds out".

Some of them, were indeed 9th generation freemen, that the Angry Minmatar Terrorists sold into slavery. But, and this is the most controversial thing, according to my source, the vast majority of the "slaves", were in fact recently abducted Republic citizens, from the war zone in Heimatar and Metropolis. They were told by their captors, just prior to this exchange, that some "Ammatar Mandate Police" were going to question them, and if they appeared sufficiently Faithful, they'd be set free.

So the Angry Minmatar Terrorists, looking at people who appeared Faithful, decided to execute them, or sell them into slavery. They sold Republic citizens into slavery, or killed them for being "too Amarrian".

A cruel twist of fate.

But there's more!

This whole shenanigan, turned out to be a ploy, intended to discredit the Amarr organisation that conducted the exchange, discredit them enough that the likes of the Praetorians would never listen to their opinions again. Subterfuge indeed.


So, to the apparent perpetrator of whatever is going on here, I say: You'll have to do a lot more to be considered dangerous.

With this, I put a bounty of 100 mil isk for bringing me, dead or alive, those, who staged this. Fake it or not.

And +50m bounty more if they actually will be alive. Of course that implies bringing them to me in accessible form alive.
As a cargo.

The cycle ends when there are no more of mine in bondage. You would not leave a son or a daughter behind in the name of a peace that'd only last until the Empire decides to "reclaim" again. I will not leave my kin behind for that false peace. They will never willingly release them and thus the only remaining option is force. Terror if need be.

I simply don't pretend I'm not enjoying seeing the debt paid in the process.

While as much as one of my kin still suffers under the Empire, peace is an impossibility, which is why we come for our people. Failing that, we'll simply have to settle for theirs.

Hmm. On the one side I could vow for every innocent this terrorist is verified to kill that I would execute and biomass 10 slaves or PoW of Matari origin I have in my personal posession, because **** whoever made that video. Or I could cheer at the death of a Capsuleer, one who would've probably become an enemy of mine. Gosh, decisions... Maybe both?