Intergalactic Summit

Well ... one quality that comes to mind is loyalty. That war you're preparing for ... you're not just fixing to step in on a random side, right?

I don't think you'd be very much relied upon if you weren't reliable.


If that's true, the only person I know there would still be getting over his shock at finding himself in the Achur afterlife. Arkon Sarain probably expected to go somewhere else.

... he might not be happy to see me, anyway.

The other people "I've" lost, I can't remember, and there's at least one I sent there personally, so....

I'm pretty okay with staying here.

... I ... sort of think I am. I'm maybe not precisely carefree, but I don't really want the world's weight on my shoulders.

There's a lot of world, and not a lot of me.

Thank you, Ms. Kim.

I knew you stood for more than petty self-interest.

I was born, bred, and trained to fulfill a life of purpose in the Special Tasks Group. My life has never, and never will be my own, for the measure of its worth is only in the pursuit of the greater good of the Caldari people as taught by The Father, and without whom I would not even exist. In my life I have been many things, and have been called many things because life is war, and war demands deception. I have had no qualms dragging my reputation through the mud just as much as to drag my body through the mud of trenches when objectives demanded it. I have survived being called traitor and worse because I have never betrayed my convictions and principles. Slander or vilification can do naught to me because I cannot betray myself.

My only self-interest is that when the black flags of the Kaalakiota Einsatzgruppen are raised once more I will be there to defend the vision of The Father against the enemies of the Fatherland with fanaticism and tenacity. My loyalty to The Father will always be all the honour I need.



Is it a question of dependability and reliability or the personal goals and purpose to apply them towards?

Entry Twelve: The Long Crossing

Arriving in PY-RE, I kind of assumed I was stepping into a place of ... well, if not exactly darkness, then at least something coherently tribal, insular, inward-focused and uncaring towards the rest of the world.

I keep having to revise my understanding about that, and really it throws my whole idea of how capsuleer "dementia" works into question.

Actually, I'm starting to question whether it exists at all.

PY-RE, as an organization, is nominally linked to the Kaalakiota Caldari megacorporation, but it plays host to a lot of different sorts of people. I've seen it described as a kind of sanctuary for old, talented capsuleers, all united by common interest. It seems like it should function as a solid community unto itself, a tribal entity.

Only, it seems like everybody's waiting or preparing for something. We've got pilots from the Angel Cartel, whose Angel-ish-ness seems to be sort of on hold; Sansha's Nation pilots, not being very aggressively Sansha; we've got Caldari, we've got Minmatar, we've got Amarr, we've got Serpentis, we've got Sani ... there's probably a straight-up Gallentean around here somewhere.

And in the end, very few of us seem to expect to all end up on the same side, whatever comes.

Veikitamo Gesakaarin is apparently preparing for a war of extermination, which sounds a lot to me like "the end of the world." The Angels, as far as I can tell, are essentially here to sharpen their swords and prepare, albeit maybe not for anything so specific. So are most of the rest of us. Evi Polevhia and, maybe, the Sansha generally seem to be in it to help us capsuleers destroy each other more efficiently (so, very much the here and now), but eventually that tactic will either succeed or fail, and the relationship ends either way.

We don't talk much about the future.

I guess that's what "a void" is within this universe: a place between places, a nothingness, a gap between things. It's a gap we're all traversing, like some band of travelers on a long road through an ancient wilderness. At road's end, we'll have different parts to play, different niches in the world we'll be expected (and expect, ourselves) to fill, and that may make us all enemies again, but, for the moment, we're all just traveling companions.

I wonder whether the destinations we reach will be the ones any of us expect, though.

Also, I think somebody might have mislaid the map.

We're not a tribe. Becoming one of those would probably take a lot more time. But this is looking like it could be a really long road.

A traditional one, even, come to think of it. ... but it's pretty easy to apply in other places, too.

... Okay, now I've got the shivers.

Thank you, suuolo. I think.

I think you're quite right in your assessment Ms. Jenneth. It's why I once had to explain that I will find no friends within the company even though I am more than willing to work together. After all, in life there exists no such thing as a permanent friendship, only permanent interests.

It makes the business of potentially having to kill each other in the future easier when there isn't any emotional investment.

Uh, sorry...

It just occured to me that part of Macaper was a bit close to home for us capsuleers...

Well atleast this makes a change from the "rabble rabble murder slaves" heresy. Now, I guess it's my turn for this:

Also, Bawhawhawhawhaw.