Failure To Assimilate The Matari: The Sebiestor

Dear Sebiestor sweeties, the complex emotions that swirl around a realization everyone hates you are only natural. We Amarr understand this. Peas in a pod, you might call the two of us. I know, I know, your people have such gifts, have accomplished so much, and... made sure everyone knows it. Indeed, the first thing every Matari child will recite about the Sebiestor is that they are the engineers of the very civilization.

How could there possibly be animosity?

It was the Sebiestor who rediscovered thrust (remaining quite good at it... who *is* Mummy's little boy? That's right, you are!); the Sebiestor built all of the Matari stations floating majestically through space.

I'm very fond of the elemental thrones, myself.

Now, some might say this constitutes clear evidence of pervasive discrimination. We know better, don't we? The Brutor simply have different gifts. Professional divergence merely represents proper application of specialized advantage.

We Amarr understand this.

Peas in a pod, you might call the two of us.

It won't be easy to adapt to your new role. First, denial: this animosity is pure fabrication by an Amarrian witch; the difficulties we are going through are nothing more than typical political tension; even the other tribes insist all is well. "I consider selling the Sebiestor into slavery every day - ha ha, just kidding!" The fact denials are even necessary of course is cause for some suspicion. Why, the bastards might actually be...

Anger: Damn right we built those stations, and we can take them down, too. What happens if I vent this atmospheric recirculation system into space? Twiddle this stabilizer? Those backstabbing vermin would scream as they fell into the gravity well - if only they had air in their lungs! Ha! Oh, why has it come to this!?

Despair: I only wanted to act in the name of goodness, justice, and ponies! Bartender! Another vodka smoothie, hold the smoothie! Oh, what's the use, maybe...

Yes, yes, my sweets, acceptance: we'll show those Udorians how its really done. In a thousand years, we'll have our own royal house *and* our own empress upon the throne!

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

Few understand the curse of being better than everyone and despised for it as do we Amarr. You simply belong with us - peas in a pod. The entire cluster realizes it, deep down - where things get interesting.