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Alliance: | None | CEO: | Logix Cesaille |
| Kills: | 0 | HQ: | ||
| Losses: | 0 | Members: | 46 | |
| ISK destroyed: | 0.00B | Shares: | 1000 | |
| ISK lost: | 0.00B | Tax Rate: | 5.0000000745058% | |
| Efficiency: | 0% | Website: | https://silentsanctum.wordpress.com/ |
u'\u2626 Monks of the Silent Sanctum
\u2014\u201cIn silence, fire speaks.\u201d
From the wreckage of shattered doctrines and abandoned alliances, they emerged\u2014not as warriors of conquest, but as ascetic pyromaniacs with a fondness for mining lasers and righteous violence.
They are not diplomats. They are not recruiters.
They are monks.
With guns.
Scarred by too many fleets and not enough listening, they sought not peace, but purpose\u2014the kind that hums quietly behind a rack of overheated modules.
They turned away from empire, away from the noise of local chat, and into the cold.
Where others saw emptiness, they built a sanctum.
Where others saw danger, they brought ammo.
In a forgotten corner of nullsec, they found the monastery they never knew they needed\u2014cloaked citadels in deadspace, guarded by brothers who quote scripture and scan d-scan in the same breath.
Their ships bear no corp logo, only the mark of the Silent Flame\u2014a flicker in the dark.
Their comms are liturgical. Their doctrine is \u201cdon\u2019t die with charges left.\u201d
Their killmails are usually preceded by the phrase, \u201cWell, he shouldn\u2019t have said that.\u201d
The Rule of the Sanctum is simple:
Work. Watch. Strike.
(Also: cloak, but not in the coward way\u2014in the "you won\u2019t hear the shot" way.)
They mine not for profit, but for preparedness.
They fight not for glory, but because you jumped into our pocket, and now we have to clean it up.
Every salvaged wreck is a moral lesson.
Every pod express is a confession.
Some say they await the return of the First Light.
Others say they just really hate AFK ratters.
The truth is somewhere in the middle, probably next to a cloaked Hecate with a moral objection to your fit.
There is no recruitment.
Only calling\u2014like a mysterious ping that shows up at 2am and you just know\u2026
This is the way.
You do not find the Monks.
The Monks find you.'
\u2014\u201cIn silence, fire speaks.\u201d
From the wreckage of shattered doctrines and abandoned alliances, they emerged\u2014not as warriors of conquest, but as ascetic pyromaniacs with a fondness for mining lasers and righteous violence.
They are not diplomats. They are not recruiters.
They are monks.
With guns.
Scarred by too many fleets and not enough listening, they sought not peace, but purpose\u2014the kind that hums quietly behind a rack of overheated modules.
They turned away from empire, away from the noise of local chat, and into the cold.
Where others saw emptiness, they built a sanctum.
Where others saw danger, they brought ammo.
In a forgotten corner of nullsec, they found the monastery they never knew they needed\u2014cloaked citadels in deadspace, guarded by brothers who quote scripture and scan d-scan in the same breath.
Their ships bear no corp logo, only the mark of the Silent Flame\u2014a flicker in the dark.
Their comms are liturgical. Their doctrine is \u201cdon\u2019t die with charges left.\u201d
Their killmails are usually preceded by the phrase, \u201cWell, he shouldn\u2019t have said that.\u201d
The Rule of the Sanctum is simple:
Work. Watch. Strike.
(Also: cloak, but not in the coward way\u2014in the "you won\u2019t hear the shot" way.)
They mine not for profit, but for preparedness.
They fight not for glory, but because you jumped into our pocket, and now we have to clean it up.
Every salvaged wreck is a moral lesson.
Every pod express is a confession.
Some say they await the return of the First Light.
Others say they just really hate AFK ratters.
The truth is somewhere in the middle, probably next to a cloaked Hecate with a moral objection to your fit.
There is no recruitment.
Only calling\u2014like a mysterious ping that shows up at 2am and you just know\u2026
This is the way.
You do not find the Monks.
The Monks find you.'
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