Asticot Premier

I have mined the belts you now farm. I have hauled through the gates you now camp. I watched you call it "content" — a fleet of veterans, ganking haulers that cannot shoot back, and calling it war.

"YOU UNDOCK, YOU DIE."
Not a threat. A prophecy. Those who only hunt the defenseless die the day they meet an equal. I have counted those who wait for that day: everyone.

There is no glory in a killmail against a mining barge. There is no honor in a lottery of wrecks. Fight someone your own size — or admit what you are.

This body is new. The memory is not.

Founder and Supreme Marshal — BOT KILLER KILLERS CORP
We do not gank. We do not camp. We answer. Recruitment exceeds all projections.

Phase 1: in progress. Number of phases: classified.

"Now you know how wars begin."