At the institute, they drilling into my mind day in and day out that the needs of the whole are more important that the needs of the few. That message stayed with me even after my first death.

As I got to work for the Caldari megacorps, my toil and effort raising others' names ever higher in the ladder of capitalism, I started to do what many of my people consider heresy: I began to wonder.

By thinking for myself, I became a pariah among my own people, and was eventally ejected from Caldari space. Capsuleers are always looking for capable pilots, so I spent several lives among them. That was when I met the Amarr.

The institute never said Amarr. "Fanatics" were all you ever heard. The golden people were so different from my own. So confident, so devoted, so proud. What makes them proud? What drives them to such devotion? I wanted to find out.