Intergalactic Summit

You'll find the former slaves at Aurora to be out of your reach, monster. They have their own monsters and we do not sleep.

He's an old sweetie, really.

(Just run.)

I might have. I'm a little ... fragmented ... if those memories are even still there at all.

Also: mission? You mean like in a simulator?

If you're talking about ... early capsuleer work, that seems like the bit where they're easing you, um, us, into what ... we ... weren't told.

I was asking about ... before, as in, before we risk mindlock and wetgraving to become capsuleers.

I ... see. I'm sorry.

...

No, I'm sorry, I don't see. "Company asset?" Is that the way they talk about the children in the creche program?

But the State ... slavery ... it's not allowed. Surely, a corporate ward, and not corporate property?

Wow, that's a bit rude.

"lifeless capsuleer"s? What did your day consist of, Mr Mintor?

Me n' Boss woke up, had all these capital ships for breakfast. Then we went home to Atlas and did a bit of admin and celebrating with our corpmates, later Boss and me went to a station in Empire where she has a restaurant that she purchased the other day. She's part owner and gave the other half to her friend. Anyway, so yeah we spent like three hours at the stylists to get all cleaned up for our friend's birthday dinner.

I had the Lobster, Mr Mintor, then .... I even had some spiced wine.

After that I gave my friend some gifts, lots of really nice clothes. I spend a lot of time shopping for clothes, Mr Mintor, well sometimes. Boss has a pretty big Kredit card for such fun outings, so we do that quite a bit. But after that, Boss gave her friend his gifts from her and ... woah, Mr Mintor. Talk about having golden tastebuds, my Boss has 'em.

Then after that we left, without paying 'cause it was our restaurant, and went back to quarters where we enjoyed some birthday cake and all passed out a lil bit tipsy after all that wine, n' a mess of cream and cake everywhere.

I'm about to get to bed now, been talking with friends the past few hours and have gone way past my rest cycle.

So I look back on the day, Mr Mintor, just another day for us really. But mmm ... that Lobster ....

A shame the thousands of crew that were onboard breakfast will never get to taste it.

It has nothing to do with capsuleers. It has everything to do with works. Faith without deeds is worthless. It is lip service.

There are many people who claim faith, who claim good, who claim that they will do many things. But until they actually go out and prove their faith and dedication with acts, it is hollow.

Which test reveals more of the soul, the test that a man will take to prove his faith, or the test that finds the man who believed his faith already proven? If you know this answer, then you also know which of these challenges bear the greatest penalty for failure.
- Missions 5:14

So ... what's to be done?

It doesn't seem to be Captain Seriah's faith that is being tested.

Your pain's clear. Your anger is clear. Your path, though....

Respectfully, Lieutenant, you seem ... worryingly close to despair. That would be no use to anyone, yourself least of all.

Not all tests of faith are built only on deeds.

You fear that you are losing ground. Victory would certainly be more comforting, but what sort of test of faith is victory?

Whether the world is bright or dark, brightening or darkening, there's work to be done, Lieutenant.

It's mostly the same work, is it not?

There are people you cannot save. There are people you can.

Where is your glory, Praetorian Lieutenant? In the task, or in the reward?

I'm more of a waffle man myself.

Oh, I signed the papers, but can you imagine one like me turning down a directive from up the chain?

To remain faithful.