Tamasine Sasaki’s eyes gleamed as he was presented with his first space ship: A Caldari Ibis-Class Frigate. He had decided to enrol in the State War Academy on recommendation from his old school. His slightly introverted personality and great passion for his work convinced his teachers that he would be a great pod pilot.
He had passed his exams with flying colours and now, at his graduation ceremony, he finally has a space ship of his own. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a Raven but everyone’s got to start somewhere. Tamasine let his mind slip for a moment and imagined himself leading the lifestyle of a pod pilot. He pictured himself in a bubble-filled hot tub sipping fine Gallentean champagne. He then imagined a thrilling interceptor battle in space. The ships danced in circles around each other, hybrid charges glancing off their armour and rockets exploding. Microwarpdrives were flaring as the ships orbited each other at speeds impossible on a planet.
Tamasine thought happily about his future in the Caldari Navy
This happiness was not to last, however.
Through being a pod pilot, Tamasine had discovered the reality of the Caldari State. His once-beloved State was run by huge corporations. Their directors sat in conference rooms in high skyscrapers. They would sit there drinking expensive wine and smoking expensive cigars while all the State’s citizens crawled around in their own squalor. These corporations cared nothing about ordinary citizens. The corporations would take them in to work for them in poor conditions and then throw them out once they became unusable. The streets beneath these skyscrapers are full of the homeless shambling about in ragged clothes, climbing into bins to try and find a thrown-out bone to gnaw on. These people were treated like vermin. The corporation directors stayed as far away from these people as possible, smug with the fact that they are making enough ISK to buy entire planets.
Tamasine was sick of the State he once loved and vowed to die for. He hated the bureaucracy of the State, the disregard for human life, the vast chasm between the rich and the poor that he only seemed to care about.
Tamasine thought about the Gallente Federation. He coveted the freedom and the ability for the average person to live in comfort.
Tamasine moved to the Federation and started up his own corporation. A corporation that would strive to help the oppressed people of New Eden.
But recruiting was hard. There just didn’t seem to be enough people willing to commit themselves to the cause. Tamasine noticed the Murientor Tribe. They had for years been fighting slavery and oppression from the Amarr Empire, and trying to free their homeland from Ammatar traitors. Tamasine decided to join these noble warriors and help them fight.