2010-04-01, 08:07
[The following transmission is found in a residual log on the Alliance public.]
Captains of the Electus Matari, I bid you greeting.
Those of you that know me have known me long, and those that do not, I offer warm introduction to.
I have come here to offer my services as any other captain in your midst, as my homeland is afire and its leaders likely treacherous. There is Jamyl the hollow, and Aritcio the bleak, and the rest of the lot, and both our peoples suffer.
Such times call for the intercession of God's own children, and there is naught else to do but shift away from wrongheaded causes, naught else but to seek refuge under the shield of reason wherever it is upheld.
Long is the trek to redemption, to success. There is no sure way, but I believe I'm done working from within Imperial borders. The standard of the Athran eclipse is lost on me, denoting only a time of darkness. Behind me, nothing is clear. The great wheels of fortune spin on, regardless of any expectations on all our parts, and everyone seems forever on its rim.
I would be glad to see something else ahead of me other than this black loss that comes behind.
I seek it now among you. What is your answer?
[The datastream is stamped with the corporation number of the Order of the Blessed Sisters of Amarr, and the license number of it's CEO, Abbess Ashar Kor-Azor.]
(This is an alliance membership application. Dunno if they go here, mind. Submitted one ingame too, for what it's worth. HI EVA.)
Captains of the Electus Matari, I bid you greeting.
Those of you that know me have known me long, and those that do not, I offer warm introduction to.
I have come here to offer my services as any other captain in your midst, as my homeland is afire and its leaders likely treacherous. There is Jamyl the hollow, and Aritcio the bleak, and the rest of the lot, and both our peoples suffer.
Such times call for the intercession of God's own children, and there is naught else to do but shift away from wrongheaded causes, naught else but to seek refuge under the shield of reason wherever it is upheld.
Long is the trek to redemption, to success. There is no sure way, but I believe I'm done working from within Imperial borders. The standard of the Athran eclipse is lost on me, denoting only a time of darkness. Behind me, nothing is clear. The great wheels of fortune spin on, regardless of any expectations on all our parts, and everyone seems forever on its rim.
I would be glad to see something else ahead of me other than this black loss that comes behind.
I seek it now among you. What is your answer?
[The datastream is stamped with the corporation number of the Order of the Blessed Sisters of Amarr, and the license number of it's CEO, Abbess Ashar Kor-Azor.]
(This is an alliance membership application. Dunno if they go here, mind. Submitted one ingame too, for what it's worth. HI EVA.)