I am Imgonnahaulya, a humble servant of the Amarr Empire, bound by divine duty to the will of Imgonnagetya, my noble mistress, a true daughter of Amarr Prime. Born into the service of her exalted household on a Khanid world, I was raised in the light of Empress Catiz I's sacred teachings, my life dedicated to the glory of the Empire and the fulfillment of its divine mission. My purpose is clear: to carry the wealth and instruments of Amarr’s righteous cause across the stars, ensuring the Empire’s will is enacted without fail, even as the void's harsh realities—pirate ambushes, warp core failures—test my resolve. But faith prevails; God's plan outshines the crudeness of space life, turning every grueling haul into a testament of endurance.
As a pilot of the Prorator, a vessel as steadfast and pure as the faith that guides it, I traverse the perilous voids of New Eden, delivering the tools of salvation to those who uphold our sacred order. The Prorator’s cloaked grace is a testament to Amarr ingenuity, its holds filled with the bounty of our civilization—relics of faith, instruments of authority, and the means to enlighten the lesser peoples of the cluster. My mistress, Imgonnagetya, commands me with the wisdom of our ancestors, and I serve her with unwavering devotion, my every action a reflection of the Empire’s unyielding purpose—whether ferrying cargo through hostile gates or scrubbing the quarters after her fervent gatherings, where the remnants of divine ecstasy demand meticulous care.
The chaos of the outer worlds—where godless tribes and decadent heathens squabble in ignorance—only strengthens my resolve. Those filthy Minmatar savages under Shakor or the indulgent Gallente under Aguard? They'd crumble without our guidance; their worlds are pits of folly, unworthy of the divine clarity that flows through Amarr veins. Even as a Khanid, I know my place: eternally devoted, outshining their inferiority through tireless labor. To serve Imgonnagetya is to serve God Himself, and in my Prorator, I am a silent herald of His will, gliding through the stars with the certainty of faith, no matter the absurd tolls of endless shifts and unseen afflictions.
In the grimy hangars and relentless drudgery of space, where misfortune piles like debris, my love for the Empire endures