Vega Capella

Vega Capella was born on Amarr Prime, raised in the shadow of cathedrals where faith was law and mercy was rare. Her family were devout believers, loyal to God and the Empire, convinced that obedience would shield them from cruelty.

Then the slaves came.

Escaped, armed, and burning with hatred, they raided her district in the night. Vega’s parents were executed in front of her. Her younger sibling was butchered in the chaos. What they called liberation was nothing but murder.

Vega fought back.

In the struggle, a stolen blade destroyed her left eye, leaving her bleeding among the corpses of her family. She survived by clinging to prayer, whispering scripture through pain while the attackers fled.

She did not lose her faith. She refined it.

Vega no longer believes God is gentle. She believes He is watchful. She believes survival is not mercy, but assignment. She entered capsuleer training not to escape her past, but to arm it.

Her cybernetic eye is etched with holy sigils. Her quarters hold relics from her family’s home. Before every undock, she kneels and prays—not for protection, but for clarity.

She hunts those who spread chaos in God’s name. Pirates. Slaves. Rebels who mistake cruelty for justice. Each kill is preceded by scripture. Each wreck is recorded.

She does not seek forgiveness. She seeks balance.

Because God spared her for a reason. She intends to make His silence loud.

Eventually, Vega abandoned the safety of established space and began living among the wormholes. There, beyond the watchful eyes of CONCORD and the Empire, she found a strange kind of peace. Wormhole space offered no promises, no local channels, and no certainty of what waited beyond the next connection. Every day demanded vigilance. Every unfamiliar signature could mean opportunity—or death.

She built her home in the darkness, surrounded by stars that had no names and gates that appeared and vanished without warning. To Vega, the emptiness became a place of devotion. Each anomaly cleared, each ship destroyed, and each wormhole survived became another test of faith.


“Every slave I kill is a prayer answered.” - Vega Capella YC115