Intergalactic Summit

There are many people who's actions make them notorious, but I have no respect for them. Ah well, I suppose it does not matter.

Hes gone?

Grand Inquisitor Gaius Kador.

The only person I miss who I'll name is Elmer, the old CEO who gave me my first real Capsuleer job. He's still around in the Federation, just letting his licence gather some dust.

As for those that are dead, well, I'll hopefully see a few of them in Paradise whenever that may be.

I would like to see my sister in arms, Veshta Yoshida, once again.

Ideology can become an encompassing obsession in truth, and losing perspective is an occupational hazard. From the remove of many years of retirement I can say that mistakes were made, many mistakes, and there are numerous examples of things that could have been done better, conflicts that might have been averted, alliances that should have been made, and victories won which eluded us at the time the fighting was fierce and immediate.

Yet without passion and without commitment there is seldom achievement and history cannot be written by those lacking in fire and dynamism however much we know the academic consequences of ideological excess.

In truth I have few regrets, one must live with the legend writ by earlier selves and the serial consciousness of the infomorphic posthuman immortal lends scant credence to an awareness mired in miserable cul-de-sac, and those times I have found myself genuinely repentant or emotionally broken I've scorched the ground of branch clone memory and taken only what the endurance self needs of experience to continue the line.

Though mostly content these days to subvert imperialist memetic control by planetside organization and grass roots resistance I do interface with the capsule from time to time to remind myself of the grandeur of the stars and mechanisms of revolution we once employed in conflicts the length and breadth of civilized space.

Our businesses run via respectable shell companies and automated factories seem still to function, apparently I'm still worth hundreds of billions of statist currency - and its somewhat ridiculous to walk down the gantries of now silent mothballed fraction bases and see the ranks of combat ships and capital vessels waiting ... who knows for what.

Perhaps one day the Black Plan will activate it's sleepers and the Free Captains rise from the slumber.

Until then I'll sometimes be a tourist amongst the sights of New Eden.

Age has not entirely dimmed the madness that made me fly so close to the flame of anarchy and revolution and enduring resistance to the dead hand of cultural imperialist contagion.

A salute to those who still fight wherever they might now be.
Posthumanity is worth more than it is now.
Revolution will come.

Oh of that I'm quite sure, I'd be lying if I said I didn't entirely enjoy blowing up a couple of Goonswarm Citadels in Fade with the Pandemic Horde Fleet last summer. I didn't bring much more to the effort than a doctrine cruiser but was good to see so many young posthumans fleeting up to shoot imperialist hierarchy right in the ugly face!

Hah, welcome back indeed. This is welcome news.

Ah please don't talk of honor Deitra Vess, I spent the first decade of my life as a capsuleer fighting such notions of hierarchy and social deference. I've always been proudest to be considered a comrade-soldier by those opposing the instrumentality of the state, and never considered myself more vital than a line combatant and fellow-traveller of progressive revolutionary forces wherever they make their stand. We post-humans are nothing if not equal in all the ways that truly matter, our practical immortality of ideals and idealism and perseverance in the face of physical annihilation marks more commonality than passing social mores might award esteem or fleeting notoriety besides.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I assure you most of the stories are entirely true.