Intergalactic Summit

In the lack of the facts I make my conclusions based on my knowledge of standard engagement procedures. Moreover, assumptions can be made based on the source unverifiable information comes from: the Quafe.

Gallente have been known on quite a few occasions to bend the fact and tell us things that didn't happen, or counterwise, tell us things didn't happen when then have actually happened. For example, certain gallente provocateurs, even on this exact forum, were claiming that Gallente weren't startving, torturing and blowing up Caldari prisoners of war. But on other hand, every capsuleer have means and ability to go to Black Rise, find these hidden Federal facilities, and even help people escape them and see with their own eyes consequences of starvation, beating and tortures that gallente jailmasters were giving to Caldari.

And with all these facts, certain individuals were openly claiming that it was just alleged.

Now you can see, that Quafe could have done exactly the same. Unlike this situation with prisoners, where we can go there ourselves and see that gallente were lying but Caldari weren't, I don't see in this situation how we can verify Quafe words.

It means, that with very high probability there were not a single Caldari on their board and that they were trying to enter Caldari space, not leave it.

While there will be no evidences that we could check with our own eyes, or until Caldari officials will make a statement, I myself will consider Quafe propaganda to be nothing but another gallentean lie. And I hope I've convinced you to believe it as well.

I would point out that we are fifteen noisy and futile pages into what can only be generously described as a conversation. So much speculation and so much outrage - and no new information.

Perhaps now is that time to admit that without more actual data, there's little point in continuing this. Most of you had made up your minds already and only new information could change 'em.

I am actually agree with both of you, and looks like this discussion came to conclusion (well, besides this little raging tribal™ who is again at his thing). I would really myself love to hear what our HQ will tell about this incident, but while they don't - I just believe that our guys did everything professionally according to the protocol and Quafe just stirs lies and propaganda.

Dear me I seem to have struck a nerve. My pardon indeed, I would normally say my dear, but apparently, that offends you. It’s a paternal instinct which usually means I like someone, even if on the sly, but you do seem well beyond such trivial human concerns.

It does upset me that you once regarded me so highly. I had no idea. But since we are being honest I will let you in on a little secret. I use words to gain effect, sometimes I tell the truth, sometimes I lie and sometimes I do both at the same time. Words you see are tools, like wealth or ships, some few can tell the difference.

But you, however… see I almost said my dear again, do seem to think a lot of yourself. As I am unchanged, I can only assume your perception of me before was flawed. But fear not, I won’t think less of you for it, after all you are entitled to your opinion. I only hope that you are an honest enough person to hold yourself to the same high standard as you do everyone else.

Like you I always listen, so please feel free to reply, I know how you like to have the last word. But for my part, our conversation is over…. See I almost said it again....

Actually you just kind of irritated me.



Now, that's a nerve you're poking at. Arrogance is about as close a thing to evil as I believe in, and I do have a capacity for arrogance. The flaw I most despise in others is, maybe inevitably, the one I most despise in myself. It's a criticism I tend to be sensitive to as a result.

Only, your power to hurt me with it is limited. Pieter can use it, and the Praefecta, obviously. It'd be kind of devastating from either. Actually any random person can probably hurt me that way, at least a little. But you, sir? Not so much.

One other person who can't hurt me this way is the being formerly known as Veikitamo Gesakaarin, who I recently learned was not only my senior at PY-RE, but actually its founder. Veiki's history is a history of masks, and awful things said and done to maintain them. It got so it was impossible to tell which was the real Veik.

And then of course it turned out the answer was, none of them. Now the man behind all those masks tells me he was just playing a part, that I shouldn't think of him the same way-- as though he hadn't, through her, killed gratuitously for the sake of appearing a gratuitous killer. As though it were apparent that he wears no mask, now, or that anything about him could be trusted beyond a confirmed capacity for murder for appearances' sake.

I try not to trust tricksters, Mr. Syagrius, or empower them to hurt me with words. That goes even for the ones whose judgment I don't have reason to doubt.

It's good to see you talking constructively with Pieter. I hope that continues.

Be well.

You're a pariah cause of the prior zillion ranting posts on this thread and a buncha others on the IGS at anyone an' everyone who disagrees with ya on the duel obsession with Pilot Kim

Now you're changing the subject.

Mr. Ronin, I could owe your moral crusade a lot without it outweighing my private debt.

You seem like a person who can probably understand the weight of the words, "blood oath." That's what I took, entering the Praefecta's service. It's not something I did on a casual whim, either. Twice, she took me in: once as a lost child; once as a wounded Falcon, dripping blood and soot. She took me in, helped me find my way-- helped me heal. She didn't have to do that, either time.

Even if I understand your feelings, even if I sympathize, this private debt is more important to me. If that makes me a selfish person, I'll accept that. If it means being "the enemy" of people I have no reason to despise, I'll accept that, too. If it means dying, or killing, for a cause I owe only vicarious loyalty to, it's only what I've promised to do.

To be aide, agent, and servant to someone I owe a debt I can't ever repay-- that's my self-indulgent callous hallucination.

Maybe that's all it is, a figment wrapped in pride. But it's my part to play in this world, and I'll play it with all my heart.

Let my soul be burned away to dust and ash, if it is for her sake. That is what I owe.

Why do I still frequent this place? Do I hate myself? Is it a form of self-harm?

I should have a doctor scoop out my other eyeball.

Oh, I'm not sure that's a good idea, Mr. Ibrahin, I'm sure there's people who'd miss you if you left.

Hey.

Hey Matar.

My daughter wants you to know something.

She says you're a poopy face.