The Amarr propaganda department has been working around the clock lately. Some might say that they are working like slaves in a desperate bid to revive their faction. However, I personally would not say that they know anything about what working like a slave feels like; but perhaps they will someday.
What do the Amarr know about hard work, or a visceral tooth and nail grind for survival? Sure, they apparently can plan and throw a party, in a pitiful recruitment attempt to stem the Amarr bloodshed in the Faction Warzone, with desperate hope to dam the torrential downpour of LP raining down on the members of the Tribal Liberation Council and its loyal mercenaries.
What do the Amarr know about market suppression, which allows for modules such as the medium ancillary armor repairer to cost double what the Caldari co-perpetrators can get it for in Jita; or the True Sansha Heavy Energy Nosferatu, which can also double millions of isk for a savvy industrialist within days? These and many more opportunities await the capsuleer who would make his fortune in Hek, and by eventually bringing prices down in Metropolis, the new billionaires will have the added benefit of being on the right side of history. Militia fighters would be grateful; those of us unwelcome in Jita pay our premiums now, but the ledger will be balanced.
Empress Catiz I extended invitations to her coronation to the Minmatar and Gallente leadership, behind closed doors I suspect she is is nearly ready to bend the knee, and admit obvious defeat.
I cannot speak for all Minmatar, but I can paraphrase the terms that my grandfather dictated to me when I was a child:
“Despite the success of the rebellion, over half of our people were still kept in slavery, but many of us were not content to rest until they were freed. Constant raids freed more Minmatar, until the Amarr were able to fortify their positions and establish the Ammatar Mandate as a buffer zone against further raids. In the end, only a third remained in slavery while the two-thirds of the Minmatar people were freed.”
The war we fight is just, it is right, and even the God the Amarr pray to sees fit to make it profitable for us.
I once asked my grandfather why our ships are so rusty. He gave me a sideways look and a wry smile. After a pause he said, “They are always drenched in Amarr tears.”
