I normally enjoyed my visits to the homeworlds. The soft lights of home beckoned to me. It had been far too long since the last time I had swung through the homeworlds of my ancestors, but I was determined to make up for that today. As I jumped into Algogille, the Professor’s sensors noted the nearby graveyard. Instinctively, I still felt goosebumps as I remembered what happened on that tragic day. Sadly, almost hesitantly, I did a short warp hop over to the graveyard.
As I warped to the graveyard, Aura, helpful as ever, sent me a short blurb of information:
This charred wreckage is all that remains of the warships once charged with protecting the borders of the Gallente Federation. It was here where the Caldari Navy spearhead, led by Tibus Heth, pierced the line on its unstoppable charge towards Luminaire. Caught by surprise, the defending Federation vessels had no chance against such overwhelming numbers and firepower. There is a legend that these wrecks whisper to those of Gallentean origin, begging those who are still alive to bring their Caldari murderers to justice.
Maybe it was just the shock that I felt whenever I saw such destruction. Maybe it was sheer one-sidedness of the carnage. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that brave Gallente men and women gave their lives to protect the Federation as a whole. Regardless of what it was, something seemed more… real, more visceral to me as I slowly worked my way through this particular graveyard.
This wasn’t a fair fight, this wasn’t a true slugfest worthy of two of the strongest empires in New Eden. This was just… a massacre. When CONCORD fell, the Caldari, almost as if they had been anticipating this, took full advantage of the situation. Caldari ships roared through across the border, intent on taking what they claimed was their right. And the Gallente, caught unaware, responded the best they could, but… well, the tonnage of the wrecks per side spoke for itself. Nary a Caldari wreck could be found here, while pieces of Megathrons and other Gallente Navy vessels littered the area.
I spent a solemn few minutes here, not quite sure what else there was to do, yet not yet wanting to leave. As the wrecks slowly spun around me, I thought about all those who had died so that someone like me could fulfill his dreams, free to do and think as he pleased. People often compared capsuleers to gods, not bound by any one nation or empire. But we all came from somewhere, we all have a story. We’re never entirely free of the society who raised us, and I was proud to come from the Federation. Each of the men and women who died fighting here in Algogille had a story too, and if there’s had any moral, any sense of meaning, it was that liberty was never free.
- Attraction: Algogille Graveyard
- System: Algogilled
- Security Rating: 0.9
- Region: Essence
- Potential Hazards: If you’re below a -2.5 in security status, or -5 standing with the Gallente, you’ll have to deal with some rather unpleasant policemen.
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