The Empire is an abomination. As a child I remember the stories my parents told me about the way life was under the Amarrians before the Elder's fleet struck and freed them. I've never had any illusions about how evil the so-called True Amarr are.

Today, the Republic fights them, but not as hard as it could. The leaders of our tribes have become weak, they have lost sight of what matters in favor of bringing the tribes to the level of our neighbors. This cannot stand. Meanwhile the Gallente, those noisy champions of freedom and individuality refuse to come to our aid, preferring to drown themselves in short-lived pleasure and bringing many of our weaker siblings with them.

I say that the time to accept this weakness is over. I say it is time for us to remember who we are, and why we must fight.

You call me rebel, terrorist, monster. I am none of these things. I am Minmatar and I will never surrender while any of my siblings wears Amarrian chains.