Intergalactic Summit

Once again I find myself curious about my fellow capsuleers. What made you abandon mortality? Why are you here? For what purpose did you leave everything else behind?

For me it was simply desperation. I was born of a Matari mother and a Caldari father. They were caring parents, and taught me the ways of the world at a young age. I loved them both deeply. But what I have never told anyone is that they were Gurista operatives. I was born an outlaw, to a family of outlaws. I learned to lie, cheat, swimdle, and kill, all by the age of ten. Had nothing changed I would have likely been dead by now, a crew on some gurista ship, killed by capsuleers.

But years ago my life changed. A Federation convoy hauling medical supplies flew dangerously close to one of the Gurista's outposts. The one I was living at with my family. My father and mother served on the same ship. They were tasked with holding the convoy down. Unfortunately a Flycatcher class interdictior with Cruiser backup does nothing against a Federation surprise attack. What had seemed like several hauling ships were in fact empty hulls meant only for bait. An entire fleer of Catalyst Class destroyers jumped on my families small gang. 200 to 15. The odds were horrendous, they were killed to a man. After that I had nothing left. The Federation destroyed anything that was not a habitation module and flew off. I had nobody, and nowhere to go.

For several years I roamed around, scraping by. Nobody would take a scrawny 19 year old that had worked for the Gurista's. Nobody except the Caldari State. They did not care who I was, or who I had been. All they cared about was if I was willing to fight for an Ideal. The ideal that every man, woman, and child has the right to make their own future. I said I was willing. And after years of schooling and training here I stand before you. A proud warrant officer in the Caldari service.

What about you. What is your story?

I was an immortal mercanary and got my contracts terminated so I got a new clone and became a capsuleer

Simply put, to fight the Amarrian religion.

When I was a little girl, one day, the Archbishop came round to talk to my mother, as she was quite heavily involved in the Church, and was quite the organiser, arranging such things as ice cream socials, baked goods competitions, raffles and the like.

Anyway, while she was in another room, discussing things with the Archbishop, I had been left to my own devices, and I decided that a jam doughnut had committed various sins, and should be sacrificed to the Red God in punitive redemption. So I took a cake spork, and with the toy altar from my dolls house, I sacrificed the jam doughnut to the Red God.

At which point my mother, and the Archbishop, concerned at the noise, entered the room.
I said "mummy, I sacrificed a doughnut to the Red God because it was Unrighteous", to which my mother responded "Valerie Valate, you clean up this mess right now !"
The Archbishop, however, was quite amused, and said "It seems young Valerie is quite the zealous one".

It was then, that I realised that I was destined for greatness.

Well, getting my brain scanned and uploaded into a clone made me a capsuleer....

It's like, part of an amazing promotion.

Because I could. Lets not forget that not everyone can become one and most indeed fail trying to.
And simply put, curiosity.

A combination of the right genetics and nothing else to live for.
Or something.

Compatibility and an offer that my (not so rich) family couldn't refuse.

I began my career as a pod pilot in order to wreak vengeance upon them that would tarnish the illustrious name of the Ephesianos line.

Growing up in an Amarr Navy household was very regal in the times of my youth. We had some of the most lovely slaves and a house to die for. My grandfather was an admiral and my father was working up the chain of command as well. My mother was a home maker and as for myself; I spent endless hours playing with the help. Helping the help so they could finish their chores and when we were done, we did what I wanted to do. Which was play.

Before I could get myself shipped off to military school my grandfather and father both deployed with the Golden Fleet into Jovian space. The Battle of Antioch was short lived and their ships were obliterated. Waking up in home vats, returning from the warfronts early, the house prepared a feast.

A feast interrupted by Amarr officials claiming the Ephesianos lines as well as many others were broken due to lack of faith. Weapons design, shields, armor and intel had nothing to do with it.

The last I saw of my home was it's sack by Amarr hands. My mother in chains and my fathers ritualistic suicides to see me sent away. Those slavers even killed my friends. Our house slaves.

Since then I have renounced slavery, as any True Amarrian should.

And know this, there is no honor left in the cesspool of Amarr culture and religious zealotry. Only animals with enough gun power to slave yet not enough spirit to save.

-otto