Some much, much more than others.

It's gotten so I don't really mind catching a flechette. The more often it happens, the better the contract is usually going, and it's relatively painless.

Relative, specifically, to a 'Toxin' weapon. Why those things are even approved for nanofacture, I really don't understand.

And you call me sickening. Where is your honour?

Two of those three are relatively ineffective against a modern, dropsuited combat clone, Fae-haan. The third ... well, we've yet to see battlefield conditions calling for artillery barrages outside of orbital bombardment. In time, perhaps.

I know the experience of using such weapons, myself. I've discontinued their use. The only misery I require from my better-equipped opponents is the loss of their gear to an opponent with inferior equipment.

If one of your results is to worsen my allies' psychological condition for the unforgivable sin of accepting a public contract opposite you, Fae-haan, then you will hopefully forgive me if I regard that outcome as one of your results.

The integrity you seem to promote is a breed of honor with a troubled history. Taken to its extreme, it discards courtesy, duty, law-- all the illusions that underlie civilization. Even in its lesser forms, it erodes those same foundations. Being aware of fictions does not demand that we reject them, any more than being aware that "money" is imaginary demands that you stop using it.

No fear? For ourselves, perhaps. Also, did we not recently have a discussion of the 'Toxin' and exactly how it relates to your ideals?

Have you discovered new ideals that it actually works with, rather than just satisfying a desire to see your opponents suffer?

What a sad epiphany to have come to, Fae-haan. Like the Blood Raiders, you have found a fragment of truth, and you mistake it for the whole. Not only do you hold yourself above the Empire, but above all of civilization.

It is a mistake I can relate to, yet hate nevertheless. We despise most what we are nearest to becoming.

All of you make excellent points. Such a ravaging debate, with such ferocity and passion behind each person's words.

And I still can't get my damn armour off.

To see one's self and one's place with clarity is commendable in its way. It is more troubling, however, that you seem to prefer a path that conforms to what you want rather than what you are called upon to do and be.

A sure sign of a Caldari who has gone astray is that he speaks words that dishonor his ancestors. You have aligned honor with pride; what then of your forefathers and their culture, steeped in honor? What does it say of yourself that you not only reject their path, but mock it?

I do not believe in evil, Fae-haan, but I do believe in arrogance and folly. In the past, I walked a path comparable to your own, though I never fell in love with suffering, only with death and the deep uncaring cold of places between.

It took long years for me to learn my mistake. I pray that it will not take you so long.

Many Minmatar make the same mistake you do, Fae-haan: they believe the Sani are their allies, or at least useful enemies to their hated foes. But the Amarr are not the worst New Eden has to offer, and Sani cultists ascendant over the Empire would be no less of a threat than the Amarr themselves. And if you happen to be a Minmatar with relatives still enslaved, their fate under the Sani would be far more in question.

The Amarr do not hold the weak in open contempt, after all.

What the Sani fail to see is that power for its own sake is analogous to collecting an elaborate toolbox only for the sake of having more tools. Power is a means to an end; with no end but itself, it is reduced to an endless recursive exercise in tool acquisition.

As those Caldari who are ethnic Achura can attest, a person's blood has little meaning compared to their upbringing. The Civire learn to be frank and direct, the Deteis to be still and subtle.

If the Amarr have some method of using this code against me, they are more creative than I am.

Then you have perceived one truth of our time: the Amarr must not destroy the Minmatar Republic, or we will soon have to face the Amarr. The reverse, however, is also true: the Matari must not destroy the Empire, or we will face both the Federation and the Republic.

The Amarr are aggressive, but not substantially more so than the Federation. Each believes it holds a Great Truth; each will spread that Truth by persuasion or by conquest.

You presume more rigidity than my approach contains, Fae-haan. "The job" has layers of priority; treason I become aware of will not simply be ignored because the traitor happens to be my superior.

If you believe that the State has been infiltrated, bring evidence and let it be weighed. There are proper forums for this, and your solo efforts are unlikely to succeed.

You have swallowed far too much Gallentean propaganda concerning the Amarr, Fae-haan. The Amarrian goal of universal conquest is far from realization; even at the pinnacle of their strength, they were no match for the Jove, and their obstacles have only grown since. By habit and custom, they are a cautious people, slow to change, but changing they are; two of the last three emperors have been peacemakers. The Pax Amarria is an ode to the path of scholarship and persuasion over the path of the sword.

Even Empress Jamyl has remarked that the age of slavery is coming to an end.

The Amarr can build ships, certainly. They can prepare for a great Reclaiming ... and what do you think the rest of us will be doing? Cowering in shelters, waiting to be dragged into the streets and clapped in Amarrian irons?

We will, of course, be building ships of our own.

The Amarr are surrounded by enemies. So are we all. You would have us upset the balance of power on the presumption that the outcome would be as you describe. You would have us murder an ally against an ancestral enemy because of what that ally might one day become, if everything goes perfectly for them.

The templars we see here are men of warfare, Fae-haan. They see their role as being that of holy knights. Their capsuleer counterparts are the like of Rodj Blake: warriors.

They are followers. They will hope for glory, but they do not set policy. They will do as they are told.

In the end, the Empire's ideal of conquest is precisely that: an ideal. Like most ideals, the reality will fall short of the hope, and we have another and more immediate problem to deal with: the Gallente continue to war against the people of the State. You are welcome to seek peace, but please remember that the Federation only ever stopped the Great War against your ancestors' State because it encountered the Amarr.

The Amarr are not the only self-righteous conquerors in this cluster, Fae-haan. The Gallente come to tame the Winds; the Amarr are latecomers in that regard.