Humanitarian Aid for Anath System (March YC 121 - 2019)

Within the makeshift camp a small stage and podium have been set up. A tall, bearded man in heavily enchained and decorated vestments is speaking to the crowd. “I am… sorry. My brothers and sisters, I must apologize. Those who landed beside me, worked beside me, both who serve upon this planet and those who left their homes behind because they were needed have done incredible works on this planet. Those members of LUMEN and PIE’s legionnaires and marines, who helped to restore order alongside the incredibly brave men and women of the local Anath Militia. Many died that the Raiders would be turned away from these civilians, they stood against the darkness and they prevailed, but at a terrible cost. Their sacrifice shall not be forgotten this day; they gave that others might be blessed.”

After pausing, Constantin continues "We have received donations from incredible sources, for such tragedies as these are worthy of the sympathies of all people of grace and civility. Those factions, such as the Goonswarm, by the grace of Alizabeth, held largely at bay and allowed our forces to work. Those supplies healed the injured and the sick." Constantin nods at someone in the crowd. “They built homes and they rebuilt schools. My blessed compatriots in our ground forces, some lords…” Constantin nods at Aldrith Shutaq, “Some not…” Constantin nods nods to Ishta Maleto. “Stood shoulder to shoulder, as our God commands in times of crisis, to give my colleagues in the Cleristie Auxilieri, all volunteers who left their homes and work for these trying times, the safety and support they needed to reconsecrate the grounds, bless our survivors… bury our dead.”

Constantin purses his lips. “And so, I must humbly apologize, my brothers, my sisters. These incredible works cannot undo your suffering. We may mend your wounds, but we cannot mend your hearts. We may build you homes, but we cannot fill them again. We may give you safety as we can, but we cannot give your families the feeling of security after such violations. That is beyond even the powers of these fine people who have come to your aid.” Constantin sighs. “I am sorry, for I must ask you to do this for us. What evil has harmed in you and your neighbors, come together and heal after we have departed. What evil has given to your houses in hate and violence, refill with the love that lived there before. Fill your lives with songs and give your families that love which God gifts us, for we cannot do that for you. That strength is the strength of Holy Amarr. It is inherent in every one of you. The Light of God shines even at the times when it seems nothing can stop the encroaching dark.”

Constantin smiles. “Even those smallest acts which support your brothers, even if it is not so grand as those our brethren have gathered here to bring to bear on your behalf, even such things as to listen to your neighbors when they speak, to embrace them when they are afraid, to love them when they feel abandoned, these are the small things which make up the great Light of God. In each of us alone, it is a candle, but together, it is the Light of Creation, the meaning of the Work, that which lights the way on the Path.”

A slender long-haired, blonde female dressed in a black dress and boots is speaking at the podium. “I want to thank all of the LUMEN personnel, capsuleer, and baseliner, who have expended blood, sweat, time, isk, and tears seeking to help the people in this system. Once again LUMEN was the First Responder on the scene, not hesitating to help those in need in the Empire.”

“While I thank all who assisted in any capacity, I believe three are of particular note. Miss Ishta Maleto who exceeded all expectations, frankly, in overseeing this effort. It speaks well of your Holder how far you have come. I am giving you the Angil Misericordie award for your work. I hope that you remember this experience and that you were able to make a difference when working with other faithful.” The blonde woman looks at Ishta Maleto, who appears stunned and pauses allowing for the crowd to applaud.

After a moment the slender blonde continues “I also would like to thank Legionaire Druur Monakh for her work in space and on the ground. I believe she spent almost two weeks in system overseeing the space/ground connections and logistics and intel. She will likewise recieve the Angil Misericordie award, which is given for purely humanitarian efforts in the highest traditions of the Society.” The blonde woman pauses again, allowing for the crowd to respond.

The blonde woman concludes 'Finally, I would like to particularly thank the Archbishop Constantin Baracca for his ministry and care with both the survivors and the dead. He will also be receiving an Angil Misericordie award. I think this concludes my remarks. I am proud of all of you as usual." The blonde woman quirks a faint smile. “But its time to go home for the next challenge God puts in our path.”