Intergalactic Summit

My colleagues, I am Angus Adalwin, a student of the prestigious EVE University who has spent but a month as a newly formed capsuleer. I have come across this area only today, and I relish the opportunity of discussing these most important of issues with fellow immortals.

I was born in Gallente space, but my parents relocated to a system near Amarr due to my father's corporation extending a lucrative offer. There they became converts to the Amarr religion, and I, though Gallente by blood, grew in this environment. What I could not understand was how easily the slave culture was accepted among the Amarr - even with all the respect I have for their religion, their nation, and their technology, I could not bring myself to accept this. This, and the attempted "reclaimings" I learned about later, are the cause of the chasm between myself and the Empire. This led to a split with my parents when I was at a young age, and an uncle helped me return back to Gallente space. After seeing the marvelous opportunities offered by space travel, I could not bring myself to remain planetbound, and so sought and gained entrance to the University of Calle. As I said, one month ago I graduated from their accelerated capsuleer program. Recently I have gained entrance to EVE University for a higher tier of training.

In my short time among the stars, I have found the ancient races and mysteries therein to be of great interest. I have studied what little is known about the mysterious races within wormhole space, and of those who came before our current empires. I even (much to the chagrin of my friends at Calle, who considered such things mere myths and stories) have studied the myths of the Terrans - those who came from beyond the gate. Combat, though, and my love for the Federation, remain my primary focus, and I must set aside the ancient in the defense of what is.

Having drafted this introduction, he sighed, not believing what was written. Had only a month gone by? He had acted against his morals in terrible ways and slain hundreds who were fighting for what they believed, doing things that, in Calle, he would have revolted against. Angus found that he did not know himself, not really, and neither did he know who he was becoming.

Welcome Pilot Adalwin.

I hope everything works out well with your study at EVE Uni. I hear they're a good enough organisation.

We share something in common in that I also followed my parents, and their business ventures, until leaving home. I'm still in close contact with mine however, would be lost without their financial support, uff. Anyway, don't let those Amarrians distress you too much with their belief systems, I've personally always found it quite tolerable and they're a fine bunch of people on most days, ahh.


Aha, a noble pursuit, at least in my opinion. Keep exploring, Mr Adalwin!

In deep space your future has a tendency of finding you.

And another small advice: always be careful of those outside the propper path. It is too easy to stray, and too hard to remain in the right direction, a moment of doubt and you end up becoming one captain Vialia, or captain Caine. Lost forever. Find your path, trust your learning and your corp mates, ask honest questions and accept honest answers, and you'll be one of the few worth listening to in these halls.

In any case, welcome to space. The darkness begins here.

That's right, a mere moment of doubt, a single stumble and you'll...

...be considered a national hero.
...become stupidly wealthy.
...gain an empire and then lose it in a spectacular fashion.
...throw parties people talk about for years.
...become reviled by your former peers.
...inspire fear in anyone with a lick of sense.

While I wouldn't wish for anyone to become Vitalia, certain levels of infamy require more than 'a moment of doubt.'

Wealth, empires, parties, fear... those mean nothing by themselves. Just things. They require more than a moment of doubt, indeed, but it all starts in that same moment in which you are plunged into darkness. From there, the weak become just pawns, the strong become horrid monsters, but none the less, they all begin the same. And end the same way.

And no, captain Vitalia, I don't ostracize anyone. I even speak with you the few times we meet in The Summit, as much as my gusts may want to empty themselves at the thought. And I do so with as much politeness as I can muster. So, please, when you spread your lies, try to make them a bit more believable. Not as easily destroyed as a simple quote from the ship logs. And, considering your the most vile of snakes, it is pretty obvious I won't ostracize a person for chosing to find his path in the Federation, as I don't reject our rivals in the Republic. We may be at war, but we're all people... even if it's sometimes hard to remember that you are too, underneath all the pose and the blood.

Hiya! Welcome to being a capsule person! It's mostly the same as being stupidly wealthy anyway, except now you're even more stupidly wealthy and can drink Quafe Zero without soiling yourself!

♥

You may find yourself flying one of our ships then, someday. RAEC has always been generous towards the University. See "philanthropy" above.



Not everyone believes that those are myths.



If one must fight then one should fight for what could be, not merely what already is.

I tell you what, Eve University are nothing but poor excuses of capsuleers. Instead of training hard men all they train are a buncha nancies.

Welcome oh fellow Disciple of the Egg. I hope they told you about the various capsuleer related syndromes back at the Uni. Of Egger madness. And the fact that some of us simply turn into bloodthirsty raving lunatics with severe booster addiction. Perhaps worst of all is the condition of the infamous space troll, forever cursed into roaming the cluster in search of victims to pester, and yes, to making bad jokes.

Begin with language. Every capsuleer understands navigation ... five AU to this planet, seventeen AU to that station, but how many have bothered to find out the origins of this term? It is a measurement of distance, obviously, but based on what, pray tell?

Even those societies that arose on arid and desert planets will use nautical terms for their space borne navies. Why? How?

It is obvious that we have all carried various pieces of our language with us from Terra.

There is also the more classically scientific evidence as well, such as (and I know this will offend many Tribals) there sheer lack of genetic diversity amongst humans who apparently discovered one another on worlds hundreds of light years apart. A truly inspired geneticist could, with enough time & funding, undoubtedly trace the family histories of the people of New Eden much farther back than mere written history could ever hope to ... and I believe they would find that trace becoming ever narrower with each generation.

There are also a number of animals, insects and plants common to many - if most of - the inhabited worlds of New Eden. Meanwhile there are other species that are indigenous only to one planet, or a small handful in which we humans have cultivated them outwards. Again genetics comes into play and it soon becomes obvious that while the Long Limbed Roe is likely an alien species (to us, at least) other creatures such as the Dog (and it's innumerable variants) must have been brought along with us from somewhere.

The trick is noticing which of these species only appear on worlds that we humans have colonized.

And so on and so forth. When one really starts to look the evidence it simply becomes overwhelming.