Matari Preacher

I like to equip my Executioners with autocannons, it adds a machine touch to them — they are useful ships for certain purposes but in most cases they are not as good as a Slasher. Amarrian starships don’t resemble anything functional, they are like beautiful sculptures.

I am a sebiestor, the mechanism is my passion, the working process, the systematic efficiency and the ingenious alternative. This is the true beauty of matari ships; pure efficiency and rawness without waste of resources. Essence over appearance.

We beat the amarr at their own game: if there is a god to be pleased, a god that demands attention and obedience, it most certainly demands efficiency flaunted through ruthlessness wielded in his name. All else is triviality, it is narcissism and self-embezzlement as the wearer steals himself of precious resources that should be wielded in the name of god.

A proud god who demands the reclamation of the star cluster certainly cares not for menial things like the beauty of shapes to the minds of humans, his own shape and complexity far beyond our comprehension. Humbled we ought to be in his service; repress and leash our bestial creations we must and touch only the work of his rational mind. Such omnipotent god demands only proficiency, diligence, vigilance. Anything else insults him.

We proved this when we rebelled. The amarrian god, displeased with their slack, abandoned them to their own fate as we crushed them. Their own enslaving efforts were catalyst to the forging of a culture far better suited to the requirements of divine service. It is now left to us matari to punish the amarrian and drive them back into their position of apprentices, in the name of righteousness and light and reason.

Faith demands vigilance and ever present self-questioning, otherwise it leads you to dark roads. The amarr have faltered in these demands and launched themselves into a bottomless pit: lest they learn from us and repair their mistakes, they will be destroyed.