"A Minmatar’s tattoos proclaim who he is, where he came from, what he does, where he has been and what he has experienced. They represent a Minmatar's identity as well as his story. A Minmatar without his markings is not considered a Minmatar at all. Such a one would be as alien to the Minmatar as a universe without God would be to the Amarr."

Those were the last words of my best slave, named Senkrad, as he stood beside his wife, with an old laser pistol in his hand, in defiance when I told him that Matari slaves had no need for tattoos and the ones he had would be burned off. Bah, superstition and nonsense I say! That's how I got this scar. He took a chunk from me before I killed him. I killed my own slave in front of his wife and told her to run. I told her to run and tell every other free Minmatar that there was only one thing that awaited those who stood against their Amarrian masters, and that thing was death.

One slave lost was not a loss, if I sent a message in exchange.