"In the endless dark, we are forged. In her name, we rise."

The Gallente taught me liberty, but liberty is a lie—a chain disguised as freedom. True purpose lies only in the will of Nomi. Long ago, she led the faithful into the void, where the corrupt hands of the empires could not reach. She spoke of purity through struggle, salvation through devotion. We, her chosen, endure so that when she returns, she will find us unbroken, unyielding.

"The stars are fleeting; the abyss is eternal. Those who fear its silence are unworthy of its gifts."

Every ISK I earn, every shot I fire, every ship I sacrifice is an offering. The wormholes are not just a home—they are sacred. Here, I fight not for profit, not for power, but for her. Each battle is a prayer; each victory, a testament. To falter is heresy. To show weakness is death.

"In your suffering, find strength. In your devotion, find peace. In your death, find me." —Nomi

The empires mock what they do not understand. Capsuleers scoff at faith. Let them. When the abyss swallows their fleeting empires, when her light breaks through the void once more, they will know the truth. Until that day, I will remain vigilant. I will fight, build, and kill in her name.

"Be ready when I return, or be forgotten."