Lost in the old wars, our tribe roamed the vastness of space looking for our fallen brothers and sisters, hoping to find those who survived the battles we fought.
Blooded and wiery we found a hospitable moon we could use as a camp to recover and tend our wounded. Vowing we would gather our strength back, recruit and train our young survivors and head back into the stars to rid this universe of the filthy opressing Amarr!
Over time, we have grown, we have fought, we have died and we have killed! We have become the nightmare of our enemy! The very terror in the people who wants enslaved our great people! Death to the Amarr! Death to the capsuleers who fight by their side!
We fight for our people! For our freedom! For the MINMATAR!