Your foolishness in painting all Amarrians with the brush of slavery has endangered the lives of thousands of innocents. You have sought to attack good, honest people who reside within my Holding, refugees who have made the choice to live on Huola, to start their lives anew within the realm of the Empire.
They were free to make that choice and they are free to govern their own lives as they see fit. They are not slaves, nor do I own any. Cerra Holding of Huola VII is the promise of what the Empire can be, a place governed by God, a sanctuary to those who are in need, and a home to thousands who genuinely wish to be there.
Please know that not every Amarrian is a slaver nor condones such antiquated practices. Some of us hold fast to the ideals of Empress Jamyl who said:
âOut there on the event horizon, a new age races toward us, and it is approaching fast. The Lord in his infinite grace has instructed me that the chains that fetter us will no longer be necessary in this new age of light and reason, neither the chains of hatred that restrain our minds nor the chains of indenture that restrain those less fortunate than ourselves.â
Know, Harkon Thorson, that we have captured one of your sleeper agents within the Holding. This man attempted to blend in with the Octanneve refugees and had plotted against the free people of Cerra Holding. He admits his role in your horrific schemes, Thorson, and for that, his blood is on your hands.
Let this be a warning.
Before God, Empress, and Empire, I have found him guilty of his crimes, for which I have sentenced him to death. On my order, his execution was carried out this morning.
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The double bow of Amarr appears onscreen, fading to the image of a Matari, flanked by two Amarrian Marines, their sigils, TRFs and rank slides removed, clad in armour coated with adaptive camouflage. The three are about 5 meters from the camera, appearing to be outside in a temperate woodland.
The Matari stands, bare chested and cuffed in a rear stack. He appears tired and subdued but there are no signs that he has been assaulted or tortured. A fourth figure steps on screen; A woman in Amarrian BDUs, wearing a black death mask with a single golden tear below her left eye. She addresses the camera.
âSoldiers of UshraâKhan. Youâve come to Houla with the stated aim of destroying all here. Of killing Amarrian subjects wholesale, burning their homes and despoiling this place.â She pauses, then gestures to the captured Matari.
âYou sent an agent first. An assassin to wreak havoc on the holding of an Abolitionist. His fate is one any UshraâKhan who step on this planet will share. His mark is gone, his subtly hidden nano-tattoos are gone. He is no one, nothing now.â She walks closer to the camera.
âCome, if you feel you must. But take this advice to heart. You cannot sleep, you cannot rest or let your guard down a single moment. We will always be watching you, we will harry you every hour of your short lives⌠and when we do take you. We will make you nothing.â
With that, she steps to a side, draws a pistol and shoots the Matari in the side of the head.
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