Post by epiphtheria on Sept 19, 2015 18:36:55 GMT
Behind her the networks droned on with their drivel. They always did this, but recently the drivel was particularly bunkum in its nonsense. The visage in front of her was perhaps no more substantiated. It was traditional for True Amarr to project themselves with signs of wisdom, experience, and age. Not to extremes, but to look young for an Amarr is not exactly a good fit. She had been raised on such traditions and learned to accommodate them in her routine. They could be bothersome, but generally they opened doors instead of closing them.
"Projecting wisdom is not possessing it." She reminded herself as she turned away from the mirror to glare at the headline behind her. The empress had been killed. Probably. Said empress had chosen to project her wisdom by flying a titan to the unveiling of a new ship class for the Amarr Navy. A titan who's offensive and defensive capabilities are not particularly suited for the types of attacks that would occur at a secure Amarr Navy Installation. Furthermore such an attack had recently occurred and the titan flew anyway.
The arrogance involved in such an orchestration struck as so absurd she remained skeptical it was anything but an orchestration. It would be a cunning and calculated move to feign weakness and distress. To allow an enemy a significant victory so they would grow bold and show their hand. But that is not an Amarr tactic. So maybe the empress is dead, maybe she isn't. Regardless she could rest assured there would be squabbling over the implications of such an event for many months. Perhaps years.
Really she had more pressing concerns. Her own capital training was nearing completion. She had plans to make and implement on a multitude of levels. Plans she'd taken a good deal away from her pod to formulate and carefully consider. It was no small endeavor for an individual to helm the building and running of a capital ship. But it was a challenge, a worthy one. It would cost an exorbitant amount of resources to be done. But once it was done, it could be done again, easier and more efficiently. Once she docked her pod into the command port of that carrier no one would ever be able to take that moment away from her. That was a triumph worthy of a True Amarr.
But first there would be preparation. The corporation had to be ready, the wormhole had to be ready. And while she probably did not need to take this all on herself she wanted to. She wanted the credit for taking this step and setting this precedent. After which there would be new challenges and consequences to consider. She smiled at the thought of something new.
"Projecting wisdom is not possessing it." She reminded herself as she turned away from the mirror to glare at the headline behind her. The empress had been killed. Probably. Said empress had chosen to project her wisdom by flying a titan to the unveiling of a new ship class for the Amarr Navy. A titan who's offensive and defensive capabilities are not particularly suited for the types of attacks that would occur at a secure Amarr Navy Installation. Furthermore such an attack had recently occurred and the titan flew anyway.
The arrogance involved in such an orchestration struck as so absurd she remained skeptical it was anything but an orchestration. It would be a cunning and calculated move to feign weakness and distress. To allow an enemy a significant victory so they would grow bold and show their hand. But that is not an Amarr tactic. So maybe the empress is dead, maybe she isn't. Regardless she could rest assured there would be squabbling over the implications of such an event for many months. Perhaps years.
Really she had more pressing concerns. Her own capital training was nearing completion. She had plans to make and implement on a multitude of levels. Plans she'd taken a good deal away from her pod to formulate and carefully consider. It was no small endeavor for an individual to helm the building and running of a capital ship. But it was a challenge, a worthy one. It would cost an exorbitant amount of resources to be done. But once it was done, it could be done again, easier and more efficiently. Once she docked her pod into the command port of that carrier no one would ever be able to take that moment away from her. That was a triumph worthy of a True Amarr.
But first there would be preparation. The corporation had to be ready, the wormhole had to be ready. And while she probably did not need to take this all on herself she wanted to. She wanted the credit for taking this step and setting this precedent. After which there would be new challenges and consequences to consider. She smiled at the thought of something new.
