To my fellow Empyreans and the eyes of the Empire that watch these forums,
These last months have been a trying time. The Order of St. Tetrimon’s fortress monastery on Halturzhan has proven formidable. Many of our planetary and stationside operations have been thwarted, cells uncovered, and weapon caches confiscated. Assisted by the Theology Council, Order of St. Tetrimon agents discovered my family’s most recent hiding place on Tanoo II. There are conflicting rumors that they were executed, transported to Halturzhan for imprisonment, or enslaved and gifted to Lord Ekroz Salaf, but I do not know their fates. The news of the full emancipation of the 1st Mandate Redemptionists has thus brought me little joy.
And now? Our presence in space is besieged. Forces of the Theology Council reinforced the Ammatar Free State Astrahus above the planet of Halturzhan.
And the Royal Khanid Navy and Theology Council together sent fleets against Khadrea Base in Kahah.
But the work continues.
Even now, our remaining operatives prepare themselves for a final mission, to deal with what this last year has taught us: The Amarr Empire is corruption incarnate; its Holders and leaders enjoy a set of laws separate, distinct, and hidden from the commoner and the slave. All of this corruption extends deep into the Ammatar Mandate, wide as it is tall. The Ghosts of Kahah may be on the brink of defeat in space, but our final gasp will be the first clean breath for a people yearning for equality before God.
Our operatives arm themselves with the Theology Council’s weapon of execution, the black dagger. We will take on this holy task of administering justice to the powerful who see themselves above the law. Over the last few months, this thrust of vengeance has walked along the same halls as Holders, administrators, and clergy. We are the servant, the janitor, the displaced, the refugee, the dock worker, the clerk, and the acolyte; the invisible who now close upon you in your complacency and comfort.
May you never know another moment of peace as we commence our holy work. From Fort Kumar to the Ammatar Navy headquarters in Sasta to the Governor’s Palace in Tanoo, we shall be the ghosts to haunt your dreams. You who stood aside during Kahah, you who invited the Order of St. Tetrimon into our midst, you who profit on Red and Silver Hand contracts to slave raids in Floseswin, we come for you.
Lord Consulate Governor Ekroz Salaf, you, an Ammatar, are complicit in all these things. And so we come for you.
We shall mark you all with blades of obsidian and send you to God, equal in your own damnation.
But my dear lords and ladies, you do not have to go into damnation alone. I shall face my judgment head-on in Halturzhan not as an Empyrean but as a mortal. At 19:15 on 12.17.YC121, two days before the anniversary that Empress Catiz, through Khemon Dulsur an-Tetrimon, declared I was “attainted as a heretic” by imperial mandate, I will shed all of my clones and stare God in the face. So bring forth all of your most terrible weapons of war, rally your mightiest fleets, muster your greatest warriors.
I face God’s wrath unafraid.