Intergalactic Summit

Yes. There are no Brutor engineers at Boundless Creations whatsoever. Or doctors, or anything else like that. Nor are there any Sebiestor working construction with Six Kin.


You're stupid, I swear.

Like most Amarrians, you are so laughably misinformed so as to make me ponder whether you may, in fact, be talking to us from a completely different universe in which your petty delusions have some vague resemblance to reality, rather than merely being what they are in this universe - falsehoods born of ignorance and poor brain maintenance.

Actually, doll, she did: "In terms of logical reasoning, taking one specific fact as an example (premise : Rek Jaiga loyalty is unstable), and concluding that it must be the case for all, thus making up a generalisation out of one single fact, is absurd."

Thank you for the bump, though! Kisses. Hugs. All that.

Why is Noh so ridiculously photogenic?

I'm kind of wishing that the other Tribes did rat me back into slavery right about now so that I didn't have to hear more of this tripe.

The realization that I'm looking at what I'm going to have to tolerate for certainly the next few decades is a solemn one, indeed.

So how are you, Caellach?

I for one echo the former sentiment; talk of the Krusual is too scarce these days.

Horribly addicted I'm afraid. I'm interfacing with dozens of things, as we speak. The relatively unabashed stream of information is very liberating.



Okay, point taken. ... Ugh.




I seem to vaguely remember throttling Rek yesterday, then it's all a blur after that. Considering my recollection of last night, I'm fairly well for the circumstances.

You profess not to care and yet you respond to my charge of bias at great length. Hmmm... Somehow I'm not surprised.

And madam I've read and admired Captain Jenneth's reasoned posts. Yours aren't even in the same parsec as hers. You give yourself far too much credit.

Crawl back underneath your bridge now Ammatar.

Now, sweetie, as I mentioned some time back, Amarr is not civilized, it is a viper pit, a cavern of venomous spiders spinning webs in the dark under our cathedrals to the glory of hatred and strife. Poisoning the Sovereign? A capitol suggestion. The Sovereign is of course also trying to poison you. Or catch you in the act of trying to poison Her, allowing a fine execution and the auction of your family to some arbitrary degree of relation and generation.

Moreover, it wouldn't be good enough to simply poison Her Majesty. That still leaves the other Heirs. They are all trying to poison Her too - oh, and you. Meanwhile, you are trying to poison them. We don't use soup so much as artisan chocolates and Merlot. I myself send boxes of my best candies to family every Winter Solstice. "Merry Frozen Death!" A cousin of mine wrote this year to rave about their quality. A nephew of hers had been lax in keeping up his antivenoms, and died a horrifying death, turning all shades of purple and black. They strung him up on a web of golden chains and lit the funeral pyre beneath. "Merry Frozen Death!" young one's squealed as the victim's possessions were distributed amongst them.

Knowing my proclivities, they sent me his favorite young Sebbie playmate. Such a beautiful gesture!

Where was I? Oh, yes, no one expects to poison the Sovereign. They are Sovereign for a reason. Whatever it might have been, it certainly was not: "easy to poison." But let's say you succeed! You don't then get to be Sovereign just because you got lucky with a toxic truffle. There are the Trials. You have to win (though this may now be a bit up in the air). So maybe you'll make a deal with a young upstart in a rival House. Between the two of you, another lucky toxic truffle finds its mark! Stupendous! Oh, dear, what have you done? You got rid of someone who was weak enough to poison, and replaced them with someone who is strong and knows your tricks. But no matter! Someone else poisoned him just before getting stabbed and now you are Sovereign! Boy-oh-boy-bottoms, does everybody with an estate cellar of poison chocolates *really* hate you.

Nothing is easy in Amarr. It's why I say we are the only true meritocracy in New Eden.

Now, if someone were to poison that blind Brutor... oh what a glorious mess that would unleash. I mention the Krusual here for no particular reason. Well, I suppose there is the fact hey are the most interesting of the Matari tribes. They've got bite. They've got ambition. They know how to plan for the Long Game, too. Amazing, isn't it, that the Amarr knew exactly where to hit the Other Tribes - but not so much the Krusual - on that day the Devourer's tentacles came down from the sky?

Now, the Thukkers are so disinterested in the fate of the Republic that they are without interesting qualities themselves. As the Olders little pets, the Thukkies have their bags packed and are ready to bail at a moment's notice. I dare say many of them have bailed already. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

The Nefantar are the winners of the future Republic by default. They have played both the Amarr and Matari frightfully well. Collaborating on the frontside, and then a little magnanimity toward the irrelevant Starkohnoesitsorbitalbombardment on the backside, and they're heroes within the Republic while retaining Amarr's religion and backing in the Mandate. Neffies are the only winners in all of the factional back and forth that has been going on across all of the cluster. With a foot firmly planted on both sides, Neffies will become the dominant "baseline" population in all of the border systems between Amarr and Matar; and, they'll still have the Mandate. "Plan A," we'll call them.

In the absence of some remarkable development, it's a lock.

But I'm not really a fan of "Plan A." It's dull. The Neffies are positioned to become the second coming of the Khanid, but Amarr's crucible of merit depends upon *pressure*. If the Nefantar turn all of the Republic into one big Mandate, Amarr will have nothing left to do but crush the Gallente once and for all, and then where has the pressure gone?

Who can save us? The Krusual! The Krusual can poison the blind guy, wage war against the other tribes, hand the hated Sebbies over to Amarrian Sebbie-chasers (oh I love it when Mummy's little boy bottoms wiggle above the surf as they run away like that!) for fun and profit, and in place of a Mandate, we shall have a Krusual Khanate awash in glorious blood and mayhem. Now that's *pressure*, sweeties!

Speaking of poisoning the blind guy, it occurs to be that the Serpentis might be terribly useful for... no reason in particular. The Serpentis are in... Fountain? Ooooh, that's a big mean mess, now, isn't it?

Somehow I am not too thrilled with this whole 'poison the blind guy' concept.

Nor am I thrilled with the whole 'crush the Gallente' statement - and I do not consider myself terribly patriotic.