12-11-YC121
I have visited the Battlesite in Kor-Azor Prime. As in Sarum Prime, one can feel the Power of God here. It lifts my spirits to see the wreckage, smashed and torn asunder, of our enemies, and I realise that none can stand against us. No matter how dark circumstances may seem, no matter how dire the situation may become, Amarr shall prevail. This is as true now, with even more opponents ranged against us, as it was during the Elder War.
Our Victory did not come without sacrifice, of course. No victory can. Many brave Believers gave their lives in the name of God, in the name of the Empire. They are at peace with God now, for no truer nor more deserved Fate can their be for the Faithful. They shall be remembered for Eternity, Honoured above all. I know that any humble effort I can make shall pale into insignificance before the Glory of the Fallen, but if I must fall, I pray that it shall be in battle, for God and for The Empire, in emulation of the Heroes of the our Beloved Motherland.
As I floated silently above the Memorial near the planet Eclipticum, I prayed to and for the Souls of the Martyrs. I shall hold the memory of their deaths in my heart, and draw from it the strength I need to fulfill my duties.
The strange Autothysian Drones of the Drifters were taking an interest in the Memorial around the Emperor Family station in Ami when I arrived. As is their norm, they showed no desire to interfere as I offered my prayers here also. Yet I found their presence an uncomfortable reminder of the Dark Forces we face. I was glad to be so reassured by the feelings of Peace filling my spirit as I prayed.
I have chosen to rest in the Ministry of War Bureau above Andrub II-1. There is another Memorial here, which I shall visit when I awaken. Two Drifter Battleships were patrolling near the station when I arrive. I do not feel fear when I see them, just hate for what they did. I shall offer another prayer to the Martyrs before I sleep. Perhaps they can armour me against the nightmares I can feel picking at the edge of my mind.
11-11-YC121
I have begun my Pilgrimage in Sarum Prime. It seems the most fitting starting point, given my familial ties to this system and the Sarum Family. In this system is, of course, a site connected to the Elder War, when the Tribals attempted to inflict untold devestation upon us.
That they even had the audacity to strike at CONCORD, to ignore the established Law of New Eden, speaks volumes of their utter disregard for anything approaching decency or honour. That they built their ramshackle fleets in secret, with appropriated funds meant for their own people shows that these so-called Elders are nothing but charlatans and thieves, happy to send entranced fools to their deaths in order to further their own twisted, selfish ends. Elements of the Republic Fleet even defied their own government and mutined to join the invasion. We must also never forget the Tribals vile use of chemical weapons against innocent civilians.
Surely, against such weapons and such treachery, we would have fared much worse had it not been for the intervention of God. Deliverence came in the form of Heaven's Champion! Her! The Eternal Empress. Jamyl Sarum. She saved our Beloved Empire, our Motherland, as surely as she saved my own unworthy soul from the torments of Angels. She saved us because we had Faith, because we Believed, because we are God's Chosen.
Of course, Our Saviour could have taken the offensive into the Tribal's home. She could have wiped them out in Holy Retribution for their cowardly acts. Yet, in Her infinite Mercy, She did not. Empress Jamyl respected the Rule of Law and the office of CONCORD, and stayed Her hand. The Tribals should be grateful, but they have never begged for forgiveness for their trangressions as they should have done.
The enemy may have been chased back into the shadows, to skulk in the dark, benighted corners of New Eden, but if we are not vigilant, they will return, seeking unholy vengeance as creatures of that ilk do. We must remember the example of Empress Jamyl. We must not lose our Faith or forget our Covenant with God. We must bring all to the Light, one way or another.
As I sat at the Mekhios Graveyard, I could feel Her Divince Power. It felt much as it did when She came to me in my Darkest Hour, though far more potent than even then. I feel a sense of purpose, of direction. I know that with Faith in God and The Eternal Empress in my heart, I can fulfill my Destiny.
I have begun my Pilgrimage in Sarum Prime. It seems the most fitting starting point, given my familial ties to this system and the Sarum Family. In this system is, of course, a site connected to the Elder War, when the Tribals attempted to inflict untold devestation upon us.
That they even had the audacity to strike at CONCORD, to ignore the established Law of New Eden, speaks volumes of their utter disregard for anything approaching decency or honour. That they built their ramshackle fleets in secret, with appropriated funds meant for their own people shows that these so-called Elders are nothing but charlatans and thieves, happy to send entranced fools to their deaths in order to further their own twisted, selfish ends. Elements of the Republic Fleet even defied their own government and mutined to join the invasion. We must also never forget the Tribals vile use of chemical weapons against innocent civilians.
Surely, against such weapons and such treachery, we would have fared much worse had it not been for the intervention of God. Deliverence came in the form of Heaven's Champion! Her! The Eternal Empress. Jamyl Sarum. She saved our Beloved Empire, our Motherland, as surely as she saved my own unworthy soul from the torments of Angels. She saved us because we had Faith, because we Believed, because we are God's Chosen.
Of course, Our Saviour could have taken the offensive into the Tribal's home. She could have wiped them out in Holy Retribution for their cowardly acts. Yet, in Her infinite Mercy, She did not. Empress Jamyl respected the Rule of Law and the office of CONCORD, and stayed Her hand. The Tribals should be grateful, but they have never begged for forgiveness for their trangressions as they should have done.
The enemy may have been chased back into the shadows, to skulk in the dark, benighted corners of New Eden, but if we are not vigilant, they will return, seeking unholy vengeance as creatures of that ilk do. We must remember the example of Empress Jamyl. We must not lose our Faith or forget our Covenant with God. We must bring all to the Light, one way or another.
As I sat at the Mekhios Graveyard, I could feel Her Divince Power. It felt much as it did when She came to me in my Darkest Hour, though far more potent than even then. I feel a sense of purpose, of direction. I know that with Faith in God and The Eternal Empress in my heart, I can fulfill my Destiny.
10-11-YC121
I have been with PIE for exactly one year. It has been a most eventful year, and many things have happened that I would not, could not, have dreamed of. Not all have been good and well, of course, but I feel I am growing stronger for them.
It seems most apt that on this anniversary I shall begin my Pilgrimage, the next stage of my spiritual growth. I would never have believed I would be here.
My God and The Eternal Empress Bless me, my Family, and all those I love.
I have been with PIE for exactly one year. It has been a most eventful year, and many things have happened that I would not, could not, have dreamed of. Not all have been good and well, of course, but I feel I am growing stronger for them.
It seems most apt that on this anniversary I shall begin my Pilgrimage, the next stage of my spiritual growth. I would never have believed I would be here.
My God and The Eternal Empress Bless me, my Family, and all those I love.
09-11-YC121
In a short amount of time I shall begin my Pilgrimage, my journey to the most holy and significant sites of our Beloved Motherland. I have made all necessary preparations; a new clone, with no implants, so that I am as physically pure as I can be; sacred ablutions, prayers, and ritual blessings to make me so spiritually. Once I have written this small entry, I shall join Father Mikhail as he blesses Dido, so that even the vessel that shall carry me on my travels is righteous in the Sight of God. I have not completely finalised the itinerary, indeed, I am tempted to let God guide my direction, but I have some time to think more on it, whilst my hangar-crew make the final preparations for departure.
This Pilgrimage is so much more than a requirement to be elevated to Paladin, it is is necessity for myself. With every place I visit I shall move closer and closer to God, and as I do so I shall reflect upon what it means to be one of God's Chosen People. I shall focus my mind upon my Holy Duties: to bring The Light to New Eden, and to destroy the Darkness. Yet it is not only the Darkness in the Universe I must face, the multitudinous enemies that besiege Our Divine Empire, it is also the Darkness within. For it is still there, quieted perhaps, but no less present.
I shall miss Lilya, but this journey I must make alone. She will understand, I know. She shall be within my mind and my heart as I travel, and God shall see this. I have such questions regarding her, regarding my feelings for her. I know I shall find answers.
Ishta has been given a task to undertake in my absence. I cannot know if she will meet with success, but if anyone can, it is her. She, also, shall be in my prayers to God during my journey. I sense that her fate is bound closely with that of my family. I should never have believe it but a few months ago, but I find myself wishing that the name deSilvestris was on her papers, rather than Pitoojee. That, as with all else, is in God's Hands.
I shall think of Sirna, also. How could I not?
May God, and The Eternal Empress, Bless and Guide my Journey.
In a short amount of time I shall begin my Pilgrimage, my journey to the most holy and significant sites of our Beloved Motherland. I have made all necessary preparations; a new clone, with no implants, so that I am as physically pure as I can be; sacred ablutions, prayers, and ritual blessings to make me so spiritually. Once I have written this small entry, I shall join Father Mikhail as he blesses Dido, so that even the vessel that shall carry me on my travels is righteous in the Sight of God. I have not completely finalised the itinerary, indeed, I am tempted to let God guide my direction, but I have some time to think more on it, whilst my hangar-crew make the final preparations for departure.
This Pilgrimage is so much more than a requirement to be elevated to Paladin, it is is necessity for myself. With every place I visit I shall move closer and closer to God, and as I do so I shall reflect upon what it means to be one of God's Chosen People. I shall focus my mind upon my Holy Duties: to bring The Light to New Eden, and to destroy the Darkness. Yet it is not only the Darkness in the Universe I must face, the multitudinous enemies that besiege Our Divine Empire, it is also the Darkness within. For it is still there, quieted perhaps, but no less present.
I shall miss Lilya, but this journey I must make alone. She will understand, I know. She shall be within my mind and my heart as I travel, and God shall see this. I have such questions regarding her, regarding my feelings for her. I know I shall find answers.
Ishta has been given a task to undertake in my absence. I cannot know if she will meet with success, but if anyone can, it is her. She, also, shall be in my prayers to God during my journey. I sense that her fate is bound closely with that of my family. I should never have believe it but a few months ago, but I find myself wishing that the name deSilvestris was on her papers, rather than Pitoojee. That, as with all else, is in God's Hands.
I shall think of Sirna, also. How could I not?
May God, and The Eternal Empress, Bless and Guide my Journey.
30-10-YC121
As detestable as many of Nauplius' actions are, certain of his words I find undeniable. There is quite clear something dishearteningly corrupt within our Beloved Empire. By all accounts our efforts within the warzone to bring God's Light to the heathens do not proceed as well as one would wish, for many of the supposed Subject of Her Imperial Majesty would rather bicker and squabble amongst themselves rather than focus their energies on defeating the Tribals, who in their turn seem all too able to work in some sort of functioning joint organisation. Neither does it help our cause that those who once would have seemed our closest allies apparently refuse to fight altogether. I cannot admit to having an surprise at that, of course. Whatever vile witchcraft their so-called diplomat has wrought has spread the poison of cowardly pacifism almost throughout the entirety of their organisation.
All this does, of course, is prove that we, the Truly Loyal Amarr, are indeed God's Chosen! For why else would so many stand against us, attempt to thwart our undeniable Destiny? Is it not so that throughout history the People of God have been vilified, reviled, attacked, and cursed by those who are not Chosen, by the Outcasts, by the fawning followers of the Deceiver? We know our Cause is Righteous, we shall weather all of these storms, and God shall grant us the Ultimate Victory.
So must it be that where conventional warfare will not bring us Victory, we must turn to conflict of an unconventional nature. The first stage of Operation Afterlight has been a success, at least insofar as putting into place the necessary contingencies. I would like to extend it, perhaps into those sections of the warzone where we currently hold control. Let the Tribals come then, and see what awaits them unseen in the shadows. Those animals speak of vengeance, of visiting blood and fire upon Innocent Believers. They shall come to know what true Vengeance is.
Similarly, the first action of Blackout was a success, and the Assets acquired, whilst small, shall undoubtedly be of help to the war-effort of our Motherland. At the very least, it damages the efforts of our enemy by denying them those very same assets. However, the nature of the conflict has changed surprisingly rapidly due to the difficulties presented by malingerers and traitors within that the nature of Blackout itself should perhaps change also. Rather than Asset Acquisition, we should consider Asset Denial. Certainly the 601st has the skills, as do the other Forces of Special Purpose. Spetsialnovo Naznacheniya! Such a much more beautiful sound to it in our native Nakri tongue. Yet this cannot be our only weapon in the fight. Ships, lasers, missiles, ground forces. All of these are very well and good, but there is another front that seems so often over-looked. The Tribals in their foolish, undeveloped minds think they have the moral high-ground, that they win the battleground of people's thoughts and opinions as much as they win, through sheer luck, in the conflicts fought on- and off-world. This is something that most assuredly needs to change, yet ignorance and delusion lie across the whole of New Eden like a choking fog. The unthinking denizens of the Republic and the Federation, and even those in neutral and lawless territories soak up the propaganda and lies of the Tribals as though it were some nourishing gruel thrown to them by their betters.
Perhaps they need some additives to their diets. This is the key, I think. They should not simply feed on Information, they should feast on Misinformation, gorge on Disinformation.
Dezinformatsiya! Is every word more beautiful in Nakri?
As detestable as many of Nauplius' actions are, certain of his words I find undeniable. There is quite clear something dishearteningly corrupt within our Beloved Empire. By all accounts our efforts within the warzone to bring God's Light to the heathens do not proceed as well as one would wish, for many of the supposed Subject of Her Imperial Majesty would rather bicker and squabble amongst themselves rather than focus their energies on defeating the Tribals, who in their turn seem all too able to work in some sort of functioning joint organisation. Neither does it help our cause that those who once would have seemed our closest allies apparently refuse to fight altogether. I cannot admit to having an surprise at that, of course. Whatever vile witchcraft their so-called diplomat has wrought has spread the poison of cowardly pacifism almost throughout the entirety of their organisation.
All this does, of course, is prove that we, the Truly Loyal Amarr, are indeed God's Chosen! For why else would so many stand against us, attempt to thwart our undeniable Destiny? Is it not so that throughout history the People of God have been vilified, reviled, attacked, and cursed by those who are not Chosen, by the Outcasts, by the fawning followers of the Deceiver? We know our Cause is Righteous, we shall weather all of these storms, and God shall grant us the Ultimate Victory.
So must it be that where conventional warfare will not bring us Victory, we must turn to conflict of an unconventional nature. The first stage of Operation Afterlight has been a success, at least insofar as putting into place the necessary contingencies. I would like to extend it, perhaps into those sections of the warzone where we currently hold control. Let the Tribals come then, and see what awaits them unseen in the shadows. Those animals speak of vengeance, of visiting blood and fire upon Innocent Believers. They shall come to know what true Vengeance is.
Similarly, the first action of Blackout was a success, and the Assets acquired, whilst small, shall undoubtedly be of help to the war-effort of our Motherland. At the very least, it damages the efforts of our enemy by denying them those very same assets. However, the nature of the conflict has changed surprisingly rapidly due to the difficulties presented by malingerers and traitors within that the nature of Blackout itself should perhaps change also. Rather than Asset Acquisition, we should consider Asset Denial. Certainly the 601st has the skills, as do the other Forces of Special Purpose. Spetsialnovo Naznacheniya! Such a much more beautiful sound to it in our native Nakri tongue. Yet this cannot be our only weapon in the fight. Ships, lasers, missiles, ground forces. All of these are very well and good, but there is another front that seems so often over-looked. The Tribals in their foolish, undeveloped minds think they have the moral high-ground, that they win the battleground of people's thoughts and opinions as much as they win, through sheer luck, in the conflicts fought on- and off-world. This is something that most assuredly needs to change, yet ignorance and delusion lie across the whole of New Eden like a choking fog. The unthinking denizens of the Republic and the Federation, and even those in neutral and lawless territories soak up the propaganda and lies of the Tribals as though it were some nourishing gruel thrown to them by their betters.
Perhaps they need some additives to their diets. This is the key, I think. They should not simply feed on Information, they should feast on Misinformation, gorge on Disinformation.
Dezinformatsiya! Is every word more beautiful in Nakri?
20-10-YC121
LUMEN recently undertook an Operation against one of Nauplius' stations. Lilya has some prisoners from it, which may very well lead to some valuable Intelligence. Papa would be most impressed, I think, and Lilya would, with the right training, make a quite effective Intelligence Officer, I believe. She observes far more than she realises, and needs only to be taught to recognised the value of what she observes.
What is rather concerning, however, is that Nauplius apparently had some support from Blood Raider heretics. Indeed, some of the prisoners Lilya has here on Dawn Star are from that twisted cult. I understood Nauplius to have had unpleasant past associations, of course, but had, perhaps rather naïvely, hoped he had since given them up. It sabotages my own plans somewhat if this is not the case. However, we shall see.
I have had some very encouraging news from Paladin Commander Xideinis. I petitioned the good Paladin-Commander to allow me to undertake the Pilgrimage required for advancement within the Praetorians, and he has, in his kind generosity, given me permission to do so. I am permitted to begin whenever I feel ready, but I do not intend to leave it too soon lest events within the Empire overtake me and my duties lead me to have no time. The Pilgrimage involves visiting a number of sites sacred and important to our Beloved Empire, and in so doing reaching closer both to God and the Spirit of our Divine Motherland. I can feel myself uplifted already with just merest thought of being humbled and awed by being in such proximity to the most Beautiful and Revered places in Amarr.
I spoke to Lilya of it, and she was as excited as I, even asking if she would be able to accompany me. A part of me would dearly love that, though I must ask the Paladin-Commander if such a thing is permitted to a non-Praetorian (oh, how I am beginning to wish Lilya would leave LUMEN and come to us), and yet another part of me wishes to do it alone. Having Lilya with me could bring something even more beautiful to the experience, yet I fear it may also distract me from the solemnity of the occassion, for how could one be solemn with such dear love so close by? My whole focus must be on the Spirituality of the Pilgrimage, and I know I am quite weak in the presence of Dear, Sweet Lilya. I think, also, that an undertake of such importance and magnitude shall perhaps change me, undoubtedly for the better, and I would like for Lilya to see the difference when I return, for it may happen in so subtle a way, as the Power of God oft-times does, that if she were to be there as it happens, she may not really notice it at all.
I also feel that it shall give me time to think on her proposal.
LUMEN recently undertook an Operation against one of Nauplius' stations. Lilya has some prisoners from it, which may very well lead to some valuable Intelligence. Papa would be most impressed, I think, and Lilya would, with the right training, make a quite effective Intelligence Officer, I believe. She observes far more than she realises, and needs only to be taught to recognised the value of what she observes.
What is rather concerning, however, is that Nauplius apparently had some support from Blood Raider heretics. Indeed, some of the prisoners Lilya has here on Dawn Star are from that twisted cult. I understood Nauplius to have had unpleasant past associations, of course, but had, perhaps rather naïvely, hoped he had since given them up. It sabotages my own plans somewhat if this is not the case. However, we shall see.
I have had some very encouraging news from Paladin Commander Xideinis. I petitioned the good Paladin-Commander to allow me to undertake the Pilgrimage required for advancement within the Praetorians, and he has, in his kind generosity, given me permission to do so. I am permitted to begin whenever I feel ready, but I do not intend to leave it too soon lest events within the Empire overtake me and my duties lead me to have no time. The Pilgrimage involves visiting a number of sites sacred and important to our Beloved Empire, and in so doing reaching closer both to God and the Spirit of our Divine Motherland. I can feel myself uplifted already with just merest thought of being humbled and awed by being in such proximity to the most Beautiful and Revered places in Amarr.
I spoke to Lilya of it, and she was as excited as I, even asking if she would be able to accompany me. A part of me would dearly love that, though I must ask the Paladin-Commander if such a thing is permitted to a non-Praetorian (oh, how I am beginning to wish Lilya would leave LUMEN and come to us), and yet another part of me wishes to do it alone. Having Lilya with me could bring something even more beautiful to the experience, yet I fear it may also distract me from the solemnity of the occassion, for how could one be solemn with such dear love so close by? My whole focus must be on the Spirituality of the Pilgrimage, and I know I am quite weak in the presence of Dear, Sweet Lilya. I think, also, that an undertake of such importance and magnitude shall perhaps change me, undoubtedly for the better, and I would like for Lilya to see the difference when I return, for it may happen in so subtle a way, as the Power of God oft-times does, that if she were to be there as it happens, she may not really notice it at all.
I also feel that it shall give me time to think on her proposal.
30-09-YC121
It seems that not even our own celebrations are safe havens for me now, although I suppose it is only natural we should invite our allies along to a celebration of Her Imperial Majesty's Jubilee. It seems that some of the Admirals - Paladin-Commanders they are titled now - share my own suspicions over some of those allies, which is reassuring, though it was, as always, nevertheless painful to see the Archbishop and his painted whore dancing about as though they we the centre of attention. Such bare-faced arrogance from them. It also appeared that she had made some sort of reconciliation with Ms Phyre, so I am unlikely to find any support there.
It all makes me rather miss Commander Adams when he is not around. Boorish as his manners can be, he does rather make me smile despite myself.
The situation was not helped by the fact that there was still some tension between Lilya and I. In the end, finding a quiet moment and a secluded spot, I simply confessed my thoughts and feelings, my fears and worries, though now it seems all a muddle in my mind, as it often does when my emotions get the better of me. We left the party and went home together. I think perhaps now we have been truthful with one another, things shall be better between us.
Ishta looked delightful in the dress Mama had given her. I know she would deny it, of course, but she looked quite the natural. Indeed, after Lilya, Ishta was the most beautiful woman there. Poor Sasha, missing such a sight. How sorrowful it is that our duties must forever obstruct our enjoyment.
Writing of duties, there shall be some changes for all of us following Her Imperial Majesty's Decree of Pax e Kilizhi Do. It must be a a great concern to Lord and Lady Newelle that Aridia now comes firmly under the auspices of the Khanid, given the disagreement they have had with Sa-Baron Chakaid. I have no doubt, of course, they are making some contingency plans. For Sarum, however, the allocation of The Bleak Lands to the new Sarum Military Circuit will, I expect, mean I, and perhaps my whole family, shall be more focused in that Region. I should not be displeased if it does, for this strange ennui that seems to have overcome me desperately needs dispelling through some sort of action. I can barely summon the motivation to write this diary. I cannot even begin to fathom what it is that troubles me so, and drains my energy. I can only hope it passes soon, or else I fear I shall not be able to bear it for long. Listlessness and boredom has never brought me any good.
It seems that not even our own celebrations are safe havens for me now, although I suppose it is only natural we should invite our allies along to a celebration of Her Imperial Majesty's Jubilee. It seems that some of the Admirals - Paladin-Commanders they are titled now - share my own suspicions over some of those allies, which is reassuring, though it was, as always, nevertheless painful to see the Archbishop and his painted whore dancing about as though they we the centre of attention. Such bare-faced arrogance from them. It also appeared that she had made some sort of reconciliation with Ms Phyre, so I am unlikely to find any support there.
It all makes me rather miss Commander Adams when he is not around. Boorish as his manners can be, he does rather make me smile despite myself.
The situation was not helped by the fact that there was still some tension between Lilya and I. In the end, finding a quiet moment and a secluded spot, I simply confessed my thoughts and feelings, my fears and worries, though now it seems all a muddle in my mind, as it often does when my emotions get the better of me. We left the party and went home together. I think perhaps now we have been truthful with one another, things shall be better between us.
Ishta looked delightful in the dress Mama had given her. I know she would deny it, of course, but she looked quite the natural. Indeed, after Lilya, Ishta was the most beautiful woman there. Poor Sasha, missing such a sight. How sorrowful it is that our duties must forever obstruct our enjoyment.
Writing of duties, there shall be some changes for all of us following Her Imperial Majesty's Decree of Pax e Kilizhi Do. It must be a a great concern to Lord and Lady Newelle that Aridia now comes firmly under the auspices of the Khanid, given the disagreement they have had with Sa-Baron Chakaid. I have no doubt, of course, they are making some contingency plans. For Sarum, however, the allocation of The Bleak Lands to the new Sarum Military Circuit will, I expect, mean I, and perhaps my whole family, shall be more focused in that Region. I should not be displeased if it does, for this strange ennui that seems to have overcome me desperately needs dispelling through some sort of action. I can barely summon the motivation to write this diary. I cannot even begin to fathom what it is that troubles me so, and drains my energy. I can only hope it passes soon, or else I fear I shall not be able to bear it for long. Listlessness and boredom has never brought me any good.
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