Intergalactic Summit

“We have accepted the wisdom forced upon us by the harsh world which gave us life. It is our strengths which afford us opportunity; not feeble compassion for the weaker products of this broken system. Not the white bled dead heart of empathy ripe for exploitation; and never the castrate limbs of submission which lead so many to their demise in infamy and disgust.

We know because we are strong enough to think. We are able to think because we are strong enough to stay the hand of all those who would control us.”

-Atandros

Syndicate has become a home for the craven. Once a hotbed of skilled pilots, courageous organizations and strong-willed leaders, apathy has oxidized once-strong alliances and leached quality pilots from their numbers. Entire groups have moved elsewhere seeking new stomping grounds as the stale breath of Syndicate has overwhelmed their desire to stay.

This is a sign we have not been doing our job.

Rote Kapelle is an organization dedicated to pushing capsuleers to embrace their destiny. To accept that they are the next step in human evolution and to deny this is to strike out against your own race--a posthuman race--in the most traitorous of fashions. We are immortal. We are capable of anything. The only ceiling on our potential is our will to push ourselves, our ambition to reach higher and farther, and our motivation to do so.

Rote Kapelle seeks to raise this ceiling for capsuleers, helping them to understand this through any means possible. Most frequently, our sermons are by fire. Our propaganda leaflets come in rounds of antimatter, shells of EMP, beams of a pulse laser slicing through the capsule of our victims, forcing them to wake up in their clone vat, hopefully understanding the simple fact of their immortality. Some are more stubborn than others, more cowardly, more afraid to grasp their own potential. They cling to the past, to the inferior servants who walk the halls of our stations, the monkeys that serve on our ships, refusing to recognize that we capsuleers are kings, queens, emperors...even gods. It is these that we target. And Syndicate has been overrun.

Operation Top Deck

For the last two months we have been on tour, moving into the homes of some of the most brazen offenders. We have suppressed their ability to operate in space, we have crushed their infrastructure, and we have forced them to embrace their immortality or revert back to their sub-human status, to crawl around the stations like the pathetic apes that serve us. Our goals are simple. Remind the region of our might; the might of the liberated, and that any can choose to be like us. Or they may choose to crawl back to their masters in empire. This is no longer about honor. This is no longer about fighting the good fight. This is about embracing our roots. Any means necessary to advance our message. No holds barred, and no resource untapped. The tears of the weak are our reward, and the collapse of groups such as Damned Nation the cherry on top.

IRED

Our most recent target, Ishuk-Raata Enforcement Directive, are feeling the might of freecaptains. They are learning what it is to embrace one’s own immortality, to free onesself from the shackles of worship; be that worship of a false god, of a corporate officer, or a government run by the very apes that are our inferiors. They are feeling the might of freedom.

To date the Caldari loyalists have traded 94 hulls for 31 of ours. They have watched 12 billion of war materiel evaporate under the fire of our weapons, futilely scratching only 4 billion of ours in return. They have lost nearly a quarter of their moon-mineral income as we have systematically taken apart their tower network, and in addition have lost 2 customs offices; 8 if you count those belonging to members of Vanguard who subsequently joined IRED upon losing them. We have forced IRED from their home system merely by moving in with them. The exodus to S-U8A4 began before we had even finished unpacking in 98Q-80. It continues to this day, with IRED captains sneaking out in the quiet hours with tails firmly tucked between their pathetic legs, crews grumbling about the lack of backbone even as they spool up the warp drives.

The 12th Legion corporation in particular has sustained heavy losses, losing both a Platinum and Dysprosium moon in A-ZLHX in the last week, an estimated loss of 1.3 billion isk of monthly income. All told IRED as a collective has lost over 5 billion in monthly income due to our efforts. What little resistance they have offered to this has been either crushed or ignored. IRED pilots have spent hours and days repairing towers and customs offices only to watch us come back the next day and reinforce an entire system again in under an hour. Last night IRED forces were mobilized in order to save John Revenant’s personal mining towers. The efforts largely failed; two of the three towers were destroyed, and IRED sustained heavy losses in the fray, including one Chimera class carrier and two Bhaalgorn class battleships.

Fascinating. So it appears that I-RED will not be significant actors any time soon as captains on behalf of the State. This is good to know.

It has clearly been too long since Jade fell silent if my post now makes the cut as a wall of text. Do some digging and you'll quickly recant.

That is interesting. Did your entire alliance change their position in the course of a several minutes? I remember quite clearly you and your ilk crying like little schoolgirls for "the good fight," yet you abandoned these principles rather quickly. Interesting, yes?

Even more interesting is the fact that you flaunt your testicles in public. Beating your chest over the outcome of a single battle in a war with many more to come. You keep chanting the goal of making capsuleers realize their true potential and immortality while vaguely describing what you're really after.

Allow me to explain. Rote Kapelle seeks to destroy the peace and stability I-RED has created in the Syndicate super-pocket. RK displaces the lives of countless residents in the two constellations because, simply put, they are psychopathic madmen. Calling themselves freecaptains when they are still under the oppressionistic control of their own madness. Allying themselves with various entities because they alone cannot handle I-RED on the field of battle (rather shocking since their ego would make you think they could). The cause they champion is a figment of their own imaginations.

Damned Nation collapsed because they were, like RK, terrorists who believed in ideals which, put to the test, served them no use in rallying for victory. We are not Damned Nation. We are Caldari, and your lack of experience in fighting Caldari is quite evident by your grand claims of crushing us to dust. You can never kill the iron spirit of a Caldari, it will simply manifest itself in another form ready to strike back. RK believes in the regression of human progress, not its "evolution." Working against the flow, they claim to be humanity's next step, but their power as capsuleers has blinded them. They think themselves superior to the common man, above the common man, but they are far from it. Creatures which have their very human natures stripped from them, RK seeks to purge Syndicate into nothing more than a wasteland of emptyness which will reflect the appearance of their very souls...

They will fail, however. I-RED has faced far greater foes than RK and yet we still remain as an entity. Pathetic attempts to shaken our confidence, break our morale will serve to no avail. You threaten the very meaning of what it is to be of human existence, and are therefore the enemy of not only I-RED, but all capsuleers and baseliners who embrace their humanity. RK is a disgusting mutation of "the next step in human evolution" and they shall be discarded from the gene pool, just as the Jove removed their distasteful genes.

The density of IRED pilots still amazes me.


This campaign was spawned because of the cowardice of the residents in Syndicate. We are past the realm of "honor and good fights". We are here to make your lives miserable, and by all accounts we are succeeding thus far. The constant cries of "we thought you wanted to fight the good fight" make me smile. It is far too late for that.

Um, no. They are very experienced. I should know.

Not experienced at fighting Caldari, you say?

I suggest you do your homework, Korsavius.

More stirring and beautiful words are seldom spoken here, Bacchanalian.

Your thoughts have a clarity rather uncommon in these times.

Excellent work, and my sincere best wishes in your endeavors.

Impossable, it could never be too long.

The more, the merrier.