Originally by: Sedreth

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I HATE slavery.

The very idea of taking a person and making them into less than they are, from human being to human doing, repulses every fibre of my being. It makes me want to open fire with every turret at every Amarrian ship or pilot I see. I burn with anger and rage and vengeful fire at every golden glint my camera drones detect. I set every Amarrian corporation I came across red. Every Ammarian pilot brought the same to his entire corporation.

Yet I feel powerless.

My cruiser's weapons lie idle as slaver after slaver passes by, castrated by the power of CONCORD.

Seeking freedom from this new form of personal slavery, I sought the haven of unsecure space, only to find that the enemy of my enemy is not my friend. I escaped in my pod having been attacked by my own people, and on the way passed an Amarrian in a Hurricane with better standings with the Republic than I could hope to achieve in several months of running missions for their agents.

My world is not as simple as I believed it to be. My views, strongly held since memory began, shake on their foundations. Slavery is wrong, yet I can do nothing to redress it.

Seeking strength in numbers, I joined a corporation near the school where I qualified as a capsuleer. I find no strength here though. All talk is of Veldspaar and Kernite, of Covetor and Hulk. I want no part of this while slaves weep and scream and die in their pens.

Yet I dare not leave. Tomorrow is the 40th day since I qualified for my capsule, and I yet lack the training needed to make good use of the ships and equipment available to me, or the funds to throw ships away recklessly to feed my burning hate.

So I turn here for guidance, among all these words of power and posture and rhetoric, can any of you shine a light on the way forward?

Surely I am not alone in my impotent resolve?

Sedreth

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