When the Amarr transmuters are turning on in the warzone and international tensions are escalating, there have been some hard questions - some sincere, some mocking, some scared, some thinking themselves brave - towards us of the Tribes who flew with Edencom in the Invasions.
“Do you regret it already?” they ask. “Do you understand now? Do you finally realize what you risked?”
Those questions are ignorant. No, we did not know what exactly happens, we are not Seers or gods; we did not maybe expect the Amarr to be as reckless as to dabble in technology poorly understood, in systems already unstable… but yes, we knew.
There was a time, before Shakor’s, when some of us were willing to trade temporary honor for long-term survival, while others sped foolhardy into temporary gain over long-term freedom. There was a time, two years ago, when some of us were willing to do what needs to be done to ward off immediate destruction of our homeworlds, while others recoiled in distaste and would have let more of our worlds to fall into Triglavian hands as price of not having to get their hands dirty. We took the risk, we fought, and we knew we might be paying a price.
We did not fight for the Amarr, blinded by the high sun of sweet words. We fought for humanity and the survival of the Tribes, in a falling night, facing the setting sun.
And we will do it again. And again. And again, as long as there’s one of us standing. I care not how the righteous of this universe judges us. I do not care if the path is twisty and takes us this way today, another tomorrow. Glory is a luxury the desperate cannot afford, and as long as there is a path, I’ll take it.
Whatever it takes, ladies and gentlemen. Whatever it takes, never again another long night.
Elsebeth Rhiannon
Independent capsuleer
Member of the Sebiestor Tribe
Keeper of Tradition
PS. While the above does not necessarily represent the views of my clan or alliance, this does that of the latter: shoot the Fleet, we shoot you. You have been warned.