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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.13 15:10:00 -
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*The familiar face of New EdenÆs favourite anarchist turns towards the camera-drone and itÆs immediately apparent that grave matters are foremost in her mind. Eyes hard and lips pursed; her gaze direct and challenging.*
ôWe are told the revolution is dead.ö
*Jade turns to profile then, looking out over the orbital dockyards of Ostingele VII as the terminator brings midnight across the jungles of the world below*
ôBut what is the revolution that it can live or die? Is it the ships we fly or the guns we send our comrades of the baseline movements across New Eden? Is it the victories we seek or the pride in our accomplishments? Is it the thrill of the chase or the lamentations of our foes? No, I do not think it is any of these things.ö
*She reaches out and points across the structures built in geostationary orbit around the world the Intaki settlers called Kapda in their own language*
ôThere! And There! You see the star-points gleaming; those are ships leaving the gravity well with a cargo of vishaal/kakeeda silk that the colonists of Indradhanush city sell at profit to the star cluster. They call this world ôthe great tapestryö and I consider it is well named because looking to this industry on the verge of the atmosphere I see the threads binding the civilization below to the aspirations of all humanity in the bright universe above. I think these people hear the same music of revolution I perceive and rush to embrace it in their own ways.ö
*In the foreground now the camera-drone shows anarchist crews carrying kit-bags and equipment in-bound from Fraction vessels at the star-docks, young men and women, Intaki, Gallente, Matari, Caldari, Khanid and Amarrian, bright dreams reflected in their laughter and eyes frequently draw to the void beyond the atmosphere shields and Jade watches for a time with the viewer with hard-eyes turned thoughtful now*
ôThey say the revolution is dead each time we lose a comrade to ennui. That we have lost our way because another falls to the destructive addiction of piracy on the frontier, or the thrill of easy murder, or the lure of violence to fill the greater void within. That our movement falters because we have not devolved go become the thing we fight. That we fail because we care too much.
And in truth, the revolution is constantly dying; people do lose hope û even immortals. If one stands and imagines the weight of animosity across the myriad hierarchies and darkling jealousy of tyrants it is easy to despair and lose hope.
I lost my first comrade to these things eight years ago. The movement lost its first officers months later. Some were brought to despair at the task ahead of us, some were seduced by the urge to kill and destroy; some were driven mad by the whispering of imperialist memetics below the level of consciousness and took their starships to the deep frontier never to return.
And we died the first time in Venal in the wreckage of a Freespace Dream. We died the next time in Domain with faith-broken and dreams in ashes. We died again in Lonetrek with the revolution strapped on the wheel and crippled with indecision. We died (gloriously) in the Great Northern War and dragged the Phoenix Alliance with us to the flames. But we rose to die again thereafter in Delve, in Curse, in the distant Rogue Drone regions, in the Throne Worlds in the tatters of our alliance.
*Jade now looks full into the camera with the hint of tears in her eyes remembering these times and places and the multitude gone to memory, to legend, or to sadness and solitary exile beyond mention or recall*
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.13 15:12:00 -
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Edited by: Jade Constantine on 13/07/2011 15:17:11
ôWe died again in Mito though people mistook our passing for something else. We died in Placid there long ago, though our ailments were misdiagnosed and we crawled back to our feet to die again in war against the slavers in Domain and their bound creatures. Some began to doubt then if we could actually stay dead. But in the months that followed we resolved to try our hardest to suicide as our greatest victory was eclipsed by self-harm and division. We tried to end it all in the furnace of Providence and hurled a multitude of bombers against the largest capital fleet weÆd ever seen but somehow our clones reactivated and the defeat meant even less than our own mortality.
I wondered then if perhaps the revolution was not about us and our lives and ships and our individual striving but about something bigger that we merely heard in our souls like some snatch of half-remembered music to summon a childhood dream.
But perhaps we simply needed a bigger target.
The revolution died again in Tama in a brutal summerÆs fighting against HethÆs legionaries that had the representatives of the Caldari State calling us bullies for employing a Freespace Titan against an Empire. We were unsatisfied at the mortal wounds the State Protectorate offered so we tried to destroy ourselves again in the Ihakana Gulag and died a little bit at least.
Surely the 24th Crusade could help. We hurled ourselves into a conflict against an Empire and fought like madmen seeking silence of the grave. We died a hundred times and more, we sacrificed our fleets and our courage and we made a legend of our annihilation and choked our slayers with the unpalatable essence of our death.
We died again in Providence. We built ourselves a pyre this time and set the flames around. The revolution pinned and vulnerable and betrayed within and without by traitors and venal politicians, by friends and foes alike and we crouched waiting for a death blow that did nothing but shock us back to life.
Perhaps it was the region to blame; we sought our death in other places. We matched our numbers against mighty alliances and small betrayers. We staked all and kept breathing our painful rebirth after each destruction and still somewhere I could hear the music at the edge of my senses that teased me with the knowledge of revolution just beyond the next stargate (or the next).
People burn out faster than the stars our immortality will one-day see fade. They lose heart, they lose their faith in others; they lose their hope and dreams. But the revolution well, it dies and is reborn like phoenix from the ashes. It is a revolution for the young or the dead.
So we came back to Placid, to this system blessed with the jewel-world Kapda and its beautiful silks and tried with all our hearts to die again. We plunged into battle with pirates and brigands and enclosurist scum at each turn and paid heavy price. Why did we fight? Because somebody has to. Because in the clarity of battle and the moment of defeat we understand exactly what is at stake.
So our fighters woke and we roused ourselves to victory even in death and some were reborn again. While others avoided that death and embraced a lesser existence but who are we to judge or condemn when we stand alone and absolute with our moments in the void?
So the revolution is dead again. We have fresh martyrs to the cause; comrades departed, hard words and harsh partings. Disagreements and politics, scandals and clashes, past-defeated foes lauding the scent of blood and hounds baying for petty morsels stripped from the bone. Very little changes.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.13 15:14:00 -
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*Jade watches the starscape beyond the planetary shadow now puts a forefinger to her temple blinking damp eyes clear and breathing deeply with fresh resolution before turning back to the camera and speaking with more urgent tempo*
Yes, the revolution is dead. Truth is it dies every night when we go to sleep. But we are not the revolution, and in the morning it is born again. When we leave, when we fail, when we fall it is we who have died a little not the revolution that has fallen short for us. If we strain our hearing and stand in silence we can still hear that song.
I regret each comrade who leaves the cause, I weep for most, I make my eulogies and memorials and I like anyone spend my time in self-doubt and question and anger and then final acceptance of the reality of human nature. We cannot be all things to all men.
But ultimately we have only ourselves to decide whether this death will be the final one or we will wake again renewed and rise up to continue the struggle.
I am a fighter, I am a revolutionary and I hear the music of freedom. I have been wounded many times and killed more times than I can recall, but like the revolution it will take more than the actions of my enemies to keep me in the grave.
I will fight tyranny while I have ships and resources and comrades to join at my side. I will fight oppression while I have a gun in my hands and hope in my heart. I will fight hierarchy with just the knife in my belt to drive into its dark heart. I will fight to my last naked with my fists and teeth and desire to be free. I will never say die and I will never surrender.
And nor should you.
The Fraction has come to Placid and won our first battles against the enemies of freedom and we now mourn our casualties. We have placed ourselves in the furnace and harms way. We have a long way to go and before we are finished and we will doubtless die again and again with our principles and idealism intact.
The Revolution is dead. Long live the Revolution.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.13 21:10:00 -
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Originally by: Half ****ed Jack Quite inspiring, Jade. I am sure you will come upon better times soon. Almost, you convince me to abandon my life of comfort and privilege and join your cause.
There is no need to consider the life of a pauper to be a freespacer. But there are certainly times that comforts may be sacrificed to fight the cause of freedom. If I have *almost* convinced you then it is clear I need to try just a *little* harder.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.14 12:24:00 -
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Originally by: Revan Neferis
"no distance is too far... no silence is too deep no loneliness too absolute no striving too bitter no sorrow too hard no denial too cruel
for my love to come to you"
Never give up your dreams. You'll never be alone.
They are beautiful words and in the dark of our souls sometimes we forget that beauty is often reason enough to strive and pursue our revolutions and confront the terrible depravity and venal mediocrities of tyranny in all things. We wake again after death for many reasons but purest of all can be a lover's touch or lips brushing 'gainst our own and breath shared to bring us back from the edge of annihilation to sing again the heart's anthems of anarchist adoration in the heresy of joy.
I once said I'd set the sky aflame to see the light reflected in my lover's eyes. I still would.
By this note you may understand I am still alive.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.14 13:10:00 -
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Originally by: Codo Yagari Anarchy is like a boat at sea and one of the men begins to bore a hole in the bottom of the boat. On being remonstrating with, he answers, "I am only boring under my own seat.". "Yes, you are correct.", the others reply. "What right do we have to stop you from whatever you are doing."
It is a funny joke but one might say your favoured tyranny is a similar beleagured boat on a similar sea ...
Far from land and short on supplies one man stands up and announces "I come from a good family and should be the captain and order the rest of you." Another stands up confronting and says "no I am the richest and I should be captain." A brawny man at the back rises with his fists balled and snarls "to hell with you both I could beat you black and blue if I chose I am captain!" In the end these three elect themselves the triumvirate government and spend the remainder of the trip lashing rats and cockroaches around the deck with whips and boathooks and complaining that the poor vermin are unable to man the oar-sweeps or hoist the mainsail before falling to a bloody civil war over the last water rations in the burning sun as they die of thirst.
It is easy to make jokes on clichT Codo Yagari. Much harder to achieve one's dreams without becoming the tyrants we oppose.
I believe it would benefit you greatly to learn a little more about actual anarchist-philosophy and put aside the nationalist propaganda playbook by approaching these matters with an open mind.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.14 13:19:00 -
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Originally by: Mebrithiel Ju'wien Fine words Jade. I've only ever seen a few groups do what SF pioneered. Guerilla warfare is often hampered by beaurocrats and red tape. The small taking on the mighty is always admirable, no matter what the agenda.
There is something about the mythology of the individual against the collective that does appeal to all our hearts.
Quote: I'll always admire SF's skills, even as I stand against their ideals (I'd make a great Empress...) I guess it's a good thing that corporations I've flown in epitomize these tactics.
I've always wondered a little about your ideals and why exactly you consider yourself opposed to freespace Mebrithiel Ju'wien. To be frank you have never seemed to type to embrace tyranny and enclosurist ideology.
I thank you for your words of support in any case. It is heartening.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.14 23:00:00 -
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Originally by: Boma Airaken "Everything we do is part of a pattern we have at least some say in. The strong make their own patterns and influence other people's, the weak have their courses mapped out for them." Fly free, continue the pattern.
There is wisdom there in finding wonderful shapes while breaking regressive patterns which also can be a beautiful thing. Again my thanks for the words of support - in the Fraction we do wish all to rise and embrace the individuality of true independence.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.15 13:46:00 -
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Originally by: zoolkhan there will always be revolution, there will always be rebellion, and always be a need for star fraction idealists, whom against the odds - put ideals higher than profit. Until there is no authority anymore that take advantage over others.
great things have been accomplished, and great things lay ahead..
..i see a book full of empty pages, the revolution is not dead..
look ahead, the past puts your mind in cages.
Or with simpler words:
"only forward" (Admiral maggot of the Ushra'Khan)
Thank you Zoolkhan my comrade and my friend. At difficult times we have always been there for each other and our friendship is a wonderful thing. Your words are greatly appreciated and I see the truth in Admiral Maggots words ... "only forward" indeed.
Long live the Fighters!
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.16 15:25:00 -
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Originally by: Maximum Kiely Skies darken only for them to lighten Ms. Constantine. May brighter skies find you once again.
There is truth there, skies are darkest before the dawn. We have walked through many wars and campaigns, suffered crisis and scandal, seen friends turn to foes and known the most terrible betrayals but the truth of it all is that only the individual can choose not to get up again and return to the fight.
New Eden can be a prison to those locked in regressive imperialism or nihilistic self-destruction. I want everyone to be free.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.18 00:50:00 -
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Originally by: Markius TheShed A moving and inspiring broadcast which should give freedom fighters through out New Eden renewed resolve to see our enemies defeated.
Thank you for your comments Markius, its appreciated. Regardless the manipulations and petty animosities of regressive tinpot tyrants on the frontier we most go keep our eyes forwards on the brighter future. It is easy to fall to the traps and snares of cultish hierarchy but the free revolutionary must be wise to such base-illusions and wanton fakery and ready always to shoot brigands and jumped up road-blockers between the eyes.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.18 07:08:00 -
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Originally by: Johlie Makes me think of part of an old poem I read once.
"Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star."
Is truth to say we have perished many many times in our quest to reach the unreachable star Johlie but true defeat only comes when we stop trying to reach it and turn instead to a tawdry nickle-plated bauble somebody else discarded to the mud of the sidewalk.
Originally by: Johlie -=You only have a small spark of madness, you mustn't lose it.=-
somehow this also is very profound I think.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.18 11:46:00 -
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Originally by: Markius TheShed
Originally by: Jade Constantine It is easy to fall to the traps and snares of cultish hierarchy but the free revolutionary must be wise to such base-illusions and wanton fakery and ready always to shoot brigands and jumped up road-blockers between the eyes.
It is always hard when people close to you abandon their principles to make deals with devils and oppressors. But as you have said those who choose that path will pay for their decision.
Almost the hardest thing is the knowledge of what tends to happen to such fallen comrades monsieur Markius. There is no more pitiable creature in the cosmos than the man who has sold the last of his idealism and principle for a taudry bauble of nihilistic pleasure only to end up in thrall to some hollow-eyed pirate lord with delusions of imperialist grandeur.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.18 19:13:00 -
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Originally by: Rodj Blake I did read it, but one has to try and work out what's really going on when Jade makes an announcement. After all, most people wouldn't describe a corporation with seventy-five members as dead.
Sometimes object literalism borders on rampant idiocy.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.18 20:31:00 -
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Originally by: Ciar Meara Be as bold as your revolution claims it is and fight not for personal freedom of the individual or their petty rights. Fight for the freedom of the soul and purity of the faith and then truly you will be immortal and then truly you will understand the concept of being free.
There is no freedom for the soul without liberation of the individual. We do hear a lot about the nature of "true freedom" being the "freedom from choice" and "freedom of responsibility" - both ideals espoused by some of our brigand rivals at times but the reality this is simply illusionary nonsense sold by petty dictators and tin-pot tyrants recruting deluded followers.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.19 14:18:00 -
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Originally by: Van Cleef That said, only a fool would right off the Star Fraction. I am not a supporter of your organization, I do not agree with many of your actions or your politics. I consider you terrorists and criminals and have killed your members and have been killed by your members - but I know your history and I can respect your organization as one that has overcome adversity.
And believe me Van Cleef. New Eden is not short of such fools. Adversity is a harsh teacher but the lessons are beyond value.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.19 16:14:00 -
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Originally by: Rayohth
I look forward to the day when they finally bind you in chains and will remember this defiance as they throw you to the slaver hounds for our peoples entertainment.
There are others who share your desire. Just think what could be accomplished were you to band together and take a stand rather than simply issuing empty galnet statements. Why not bring a war in space and seek to achieve this end yourself? Perhaps you might be the one to lay hands on the famous anarchist and bring her down. Undying fame, adulation from the imperialist hierachy. Riches and songs about your daring.
Just think. All you need is the courage to try.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.19 16:19:00 -
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Originally by: Revan Neferis Edited by: Revan Neferis on 19/07/2011 16:17:52
Originally by: Jade Constantine Perhaps you might be the one to lay hands on the famous anarchist and bring her down.
What?!
Revan Neferis Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign Sani Sabik
You aren't the only one to desire my body it appears, the man above wanted me bound in chains and hurled to the slaver hounds. I'm guessing there may be an amarrian fetish industry in such things.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.07.19 16:28:00 -
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Originally by: Rayohth I am but an honest patrician of a worthy house, I make no great claims to my own prowess when it comes to military matters.
So often the way on the IGS I'm afraid. Alas.
Quote: But I have great faith in the forces of order and the traditions of the Amarr military. I proudly pay the annual tribute knowing it keeps our cohorts strong in the face of the many threats our people face I am satisfied that Star Fraction no longer represent one of those threats, for now..
Well thats something at least, many of your illustrious forebears hated to admit there ever was such a threat. I imagine that means we're making progress.
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Jade Constantine
Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction
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Posted - 2011.09.09 01:04:00 -
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I've been a soldier and a slave. I've seen my comrades fall in battle or die more slowly under the lash. I've held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no brave last words, only their eyes, filled with confusion, questioning "Why?" I don't think they were wondering why they were dying, but why they had ever lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams - this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all - to see life as it is and not as it should be.
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