Believe me, I am out of my mind. I had this planned out since I was a kid that I was going to join the Republic Military School and be an officer. I guess before it gets out of hand, I wanna be able to move and travel anywhere in New Eden without borders like she can.
Being promoted to Spike Lieutenant was one of my proudest moments of my life. It’s funny how in an instant your outlook can change. I never planned on being a Capsuleer either but here I am.
Hee. Probably most people have no way of expecting what kinds of turns their lives might take, maybe even if they seem pretty well charted out from the beginning.
Exceptionally invigorating! I did want to mention that, if you’re still interested, the hunting party was preparing a few excursions and didn’t mind me bringing a friend.
If you’re still interested and have the time, fit some time in on a spear. He likes to get the new arrivals involved quickly.
To be clear, my lord, and I apologize-- it’s of course not my business, but-- are we talking about a literal animal-hunting party involving actual literal spears?
I don’t much care about ‘legit’. I care about a culture that maintains that they have a divine mandate to obliterate all other cultures coming into my home and killing things just to make themselves feel good. There’s no reason whatever the hell he’s hunting can’t be hunted in the Empire.
Well, the Brutor that invited me along obviously lives in the Republic, so actually there’s a very good reason why he isn’t inviting me to go hunting in the Empire.
I don’t claim a guiding principle in my life is the destruction of the Empire.
I do claim that I’d very much like to see the Empire renounce slavery and free my people, and that when the time comes, it may well be necessary to destroy the Empire. However, I’d really rather not have to.
I don’t much care who invited you in. They were wrong.
Don’t waste your time or his. Do I look Gallente? Does your Brutor friend? He’ll do what he feels is right, I’ll do what I feel is right, and that’s that. We don’t need to have a damned debate about forcing everyone to conform to this group’s ideals or that group’s vision.
I haven’t even told you to stay the hell out, have I?