Intergalactic Summit

Deuce Halcyon, my wingman and dear friend, was the one who suggested the capsuleer life to me in the first place. He then guided me through my first few weeks after graduation despite our different paths (at the time). He gave me a few ships and some starting funds, and introduced me to the Chief Executive Panel personnel that I currently work with.

Rixx Javix, inveterate pirate and vaunted mascot for lowsec piracy, blew up my first Drake and then graciously welcomed me into his corp. The members of Stay Frosty. are still family to me, and their tutelage has helped me protect the lives of my civilian employees countless times.

The greatest friends I have ever had, though, are some of my "baseliner" crew members. Nelos, my right-hand man, was a problem student in the Literary Theory class I taught in my previous life. When I became a capsuleer I gave him a job and a purpose. In exchange he has been my companion and guardian, my voice of reason, and my closest friend.

Well, I'll likely fail to mention all of those deserving in one post, so I'll start with just this one, as she is remembered easily after reading some of the posts already here:

Aria Jenneth - She came to my aid when Dishan Shrade tried to coerce me into betraying a friend, taking a risk while doing so.

Charles.
I can't remember everything about our relationship before I went missing. I know that I had a file titled "divorce papers" on my tablet, and pages of journal entries filled with unhappiness. I know things weren't good, and that they had possibly never been good between us.
But when I was kidnapped, you never gave up on me. Everyone else did. The Federation ruled me officially deceased and distributed my will to the people I thought would be there forever. They weren't. Maybe they were unhappy about it, but a week, two weeks, a month passed and they moved on. They accepted my official fate. I don't blame them for giving up on me; I would have, too. There was little chance I made it out of that station alive after it blew, and the chance grew smaller each day that passed. The math added up. It didn't matter the cause or the time, I was dead.
But you never believed it. I wish I could say that you were strong for my memory, but I know you, Charles. I know you must have stopped sleeping at night. I know you must have cried and screamed until your throat bled, and then screamed some more. You haven't told me much of anything about what happened to you while I was gone. There's no need. Other capsuleers in Summit crack jokes about how determined, how obsessed you were. Those jokes fall flat. I can hear hints of fear and admiration in their tone.
You found me. You beautiful, wretched man. I wasn't the same woman whose finger you slipped into a gasket ring. I remember those first weeks of neural therapy, when the brain damage was so bad I couldn't speak and could barely walk. I can recall the big dumb smile you had on your face when you helped me eat my food. You praised my progress when I was so frustrated I was pushed to tears. You may not have been strong for my memory, cheri, but you were strong for my shadow.
It's been months since I've returned. You haven't stopped smiling. I drop plates and break them. I stutter and slur. You haven't once lost your patience.
If anyone deserves to be appreciated as a good person, it's you.


Sammie,
My goodness, I don't know where to start. You are my oldest friend, and really, I can't remember the day we first met. Then again, knowing how I was during my first year of uni, that might be a good thing.
You probably remember, though. You remember everything. Your old nickname around campus was "Chipper," I don't know if you had heard that. It was because you walked around like you had a chip on your shoulder, and because your mouth could serve as a wood chipper. People go in, bloody chunks came out. It was definitely not because of your demeanor. When Charles and I talk about you privately, we still refer to you as Chipper.
That's the thing, though. You never let go of grudges because you never forgot anything. When you said something, it was fact. "I'll never forgive you," "I'll be there at 930," "I will never let you forget this." Every word released from your mouth is a promise. It took a few months before I could speak your language, but when I could, I made sure you would never be able to get rid of me.
You have been a pillar in my life. I joke around about being a dumb floozie during my uni years, but you know the sober facts behind the humor. I was often drunk, likely doing something dangerous, and always acting out because I was miserable. I needed the stability you gave me. You said you would be there at 930, you would show up on time, right to the second, and even something as small as your timeliness made my life more bearable. I could rely on you, although I couldn't rely on anyone else. Especially myself.
Sometimes, I sit alone and smile to myself, because I'm so relieved you and Charles connected while I was gone. I know he was broken. He doesn't talk to anyone he was friends with before, and I know it was because he cut everyone off in the wake of my disappearance. You, though. You didn't let him, did you? I can imagine it clearly: you must have broke into his workshop and shaken some sense into him. Or you scolded him until he pulled himself together. I'm no expert on your methods.
Charles must have clung to you like a lifeboat in the deep sea, and I bet he wouldn't have made it through if not for you. Don't you think I don't know the things you've done for him and me. I thank a higher power I did meet you, even if I can't remember it, and I thank that higher power twice for convincing you to put up with me for so many years.
Here, let me appreciate you for being a good person.

To Morwen Lagann, and Anslo Tetua, for reminding me (even if you don't see it yourself) that we can always push ourselves past the worst we have to bear.

To Charles and Alabath Schmidt, for being friends to me for no better reason than friendship itself. I cherish you both.

To Vincent Pryce, and Evi Polevhia, for reminding me than an open dialogue will always defeat a clenched fist.

And mostly, to my dear Halcyon, for showing me I'm not alone anymore.

You all have changed me, I am better for it. For that and so much more, I love you each, dearly.

Sincerely
- K. Amsel.

That was a ******* movie

Just about everyone in my contacts has helped me in some way, however small even if it was simply a smile, an encouragement or a hello - these things keep me warm when I'm out searching in the void of space, remind me that not all things are dark and monstrous. Some of you I admire for your achievements, others for kindness, but all of you for a shining little light of feeling in your heart that may have been as simple as sharing a cup of tea or some chocolate, giving me a place to stay, or talking to me about things I don't understand, or even just talking silliness. These are the human things that keep Capsuleer life meaningful for me and for that I am grateful. Hello to you and may Winds protect you, always.

Hm.

It is good to see positive influence into the lives of others.

I apologize for not having anything more to contribute, I'm a relatively private man. It is good to see this thread and the responses herein.

EDIT: On second thought, I will add two people:

Mademoiselle Sakaane, for helping me understand the meaning of wisdom and for facilitating a relationship between me and the ILF from which I have learned much and grown even more.

Monsieur Pieter Tuulinen, for consistently demonstrating that even enemies are worthy of respect and reminding me that war need not make monsters of us all.

A recent post of mine mentions them, but they deserve inclusion in this thread:

Kohiko Sun, for offering comfort to a stranger.

Streya Jormagdnir, for your guidance and support.

More? More.

The Disciples of Ston, for inspiration.

Lunarisse Aspenstar, for her patience, critique, and assisting in Search& Rescue.

Lasariona Raske, for still making me feel like a friend while I've not been there for her.

Saede Riordan, for offering me a home.

More? Yes, but not at the moment.

I met a good person in eve once.

So I blew them up and looted their wreck.

Tiberious Thessalonia, for interesting conversations and trying to help me save my face.