DOTLAN EveMaps

u'Under the unyielding gaze of Empress Catiz I, the Guardians of the Sacred Lash emerge as the iron fist of the Velvet Scripture Syndicate, a slaver corporation tasked with the divine management of the Order of the Golden Yoke\u2014ensuring the reclaimed thralls toil in enlightened submission, their chains a merciful path to salvation. Founded by Imgonnagetya to handle the reclamation\'s more rigorous enforcement, we are a cadre of Amarr faithful, our efforts often bumbling in execution yet fervent in purpose, turning chaotic oversight into absurdly pious corrections.
At our core stands CEO Darius Vherokh, a True Amarr theologian from Amarr Prime\'s spires, wielding a priest-blessed lash with legal brutality to discipline the likes of Korgun Ironfist, his hatred for those holding greater power fueling unyielding command. Flanking him are our overseers: Jalik Saron, the Ni-Kunni merchant from Kor-Azor\'s markets, enforcing efficiency through cruel trade in souls, his quick adaptation from servitude a model for the inferiors he chains; Korath Ammatar, the hybrid loyalist bridging tribal suspicions with disciplinary zeal, his redemptive cruelty forging order from mixed blood; Selira Kadoris, the Khanid martial daughter from Nakri\'s halls, applying naval precision to spirit-breaking, her independent prowess turning tactical fumbles into holy victories; and Veyra Tashani, the impoverished True Amarr with a hidden moral flicker, her subtle subversions a quiet fight amid outward lashings, poverty binding her to this grim duty.
United, we pilot any Amarr vessel in righteous patrols, our bigotry a sacred truth: non-Amarr are godless beasts deserving the yoke, even our reclaimed echo this without irony, like wayward kin rallying to divine order. The Minmatar savages under Sanmatar Maleatu Shakor scrabble in dust, the Gallente degenerates under President Celes Aguard wallow in rot, the Caldari machines lack soul\u2014all inferior, chained for enlightenment. In the crude perils of space, where enforcements stumble and voids mock the clumsy, our love for the Empire remains unshakeable\u2014fealty amid fluid corrections and wreckage, all for God\'s absurd glory.
We operate from Amarr frontiers, in reclamation raids and industrial discipline. Doors selective: Amarr purity required, hybrids if proven loyal. Submit willingly or face the lash. Praise Empress Catiz I; the Guardians endure.'