My kin, the Syndicate, are in distress. Our home, once a safe haven of neutrality beyond the politics of the Core, has been seized by the Caldari State. Some of my kin have fled to exile Federation space; others to the refuge of Upwell structures beyond the reach of Caldari law; some vanished into deep space on vessels gone dark; and many more still remain under the shadow of looming warships. As our stations are menaced with the threat of yet more collective punishment, we mourn the unknown thousands that are already dead, slaughtered as they fled aboard ill-fated fleets.
And now one of our own, Silphy en Diabel, is about to stand trial for the… disturbances at the Jita stargates. Now, I know not whether she was truly involved in that debacle; nor, to be honest, even exactly what it is she is alleged to have… done. But there is a dignity in consequences. If she did have some part in whatever mischief was done to the stargates of Jita, few in the Syndicate would gainsay her - and any actual conspirators - bearing the repercussions of that folly. But if she did not…
My people have suffered greatly for her alleged plot, already. Our space, seized. Our leaders, scattered, fled, or murdered in cold blood, absent even the questionable veneer of justice which has been arranged for the Governor of Poitot. Our kin, massacred alongside them for their loyalty, shot in the back by rapacious privateers as they attempted to escape. And now our identity, the very idea of what it is to be Syndicate, criminalized by the House of Records. This is collective punishment, cruel and heavy-handed, and my kin will not abide it. Now, on the Eve of this trial, I am left with little choice.
As of this moment until notification otherwise, State warships and those registered to their allied and client corporations have their normal docking permissions suspended at structures under my governance. I cannot guarantee the safety of Caldari crews on my stations, with tensions this high; nor will I allow the distress their presence will cause my kin in one of their last remaining refuges. Furthermore, no extradition requests for on any warrant from the House of Records based on affiliation with Syndicate will be considered, from the must junior vacuum-welder to myself.
Lastly, I say this to those at the helm of the State: remember that it is not just the Governor of Poitot who the Cluster will witness tomorrow. Those who claim the mantle of judge also themselves stand judged: those that have invaded my home, slaughtered my people as they fled, and outlawed our very identity. The evidence of your own actions is already damning, and how full the harvest of hate you will reap from this terrible, tragic chapter depends much on this one moment.
Do not â– â– â– â– it up any further, or you will own those consequences as well.
naa jaakrota onaan yudih hianojun komal
Strife never begets a gentle child