The Matari

"...We are a proud people. We are a noble people. We are a warrior people."
Kiongozi, Leader of the Masuat'aa, quoted from his 'call to arms'.

Matari have always lived in a tribal structure from their first days upon the sacred planet of Matar through to the present day, our tribal history, clan and family are paramount in our lives.

During the first days of our society we warred amongst ourselves, tribe against tribe, clan against clan, brother against brother. Our spirit cried at this disharmony between us and slowly drew us together to unite as a people although a healthy tribal rivalry still exists. We began to make advances in the feilds of science and engineering and built a technological society unparralelled at that time. We entered the realms of space travel cautiously and settled a number of worlds, our society flourished in peace.

Then the Amarr came.

Over the next hundred years stories and reports of a hostile race attacking our colonies and enslaving our people surfaced. We were not prepared to repel the following invasion and so entered a thousand years of slavery and occupation. This, the darkest time in our history will never be forgotten.

Not all of us were enslaved, the Nefantar tribe collaborated with the Amarrian invaders, helping and watching unrepentantly as their own blood was maimed, killed and enslaved. Five hundred years into our enslavement, the Starkmanir tribe rose up against their masters but were crushed, now their line exists only in slavery, the few who have escaped or been rescued lead solitary lives, hiding away from the eyes of Amarrian spies, such is their shame and the Amarrian's pride of enslaving an entire tribe.

If not for the Amarrian's own arrogance we might still be enslaved. For a thousand years after the invasion the Amarrians made contact with the elusive Jovian Empire. Believing themselves the divine rulers of all they tried to crush the Jove. But the Jove, technologically far in advance of all others, drove the Amarrians to a bitter defeat which weakened their grip upon our territory to such an extent that a well planned rebellion cast them from our boarders.

With the Amarr gone, the Jove uninterested in the affairs of others and our society weak from a thousand years of captivity, it was the Galente who came to our aide now the threat of hostilities was quenched.

Our Repbulic was established but our work was far from complete. Many of our people saw this as a great victory, but the truth is never that rosey. More than one third of our people remained enslaved in Amarr territory, many unaware of the rebelion or the selfishness of their brethren who hailled it as a victory. Since then most of the free children of Matar have turned their backs on their brothers, instead they fulfill their own self interest in profit by trade, construction and even piracy against their own. Such is the sickness in our spirit.

Only those brave warriors who will never forget continue our war of attrition. Those who have sworn an oath to their brethren to never give up and to lay down their lives for what is right.

The Masuat'aa Matari is one such clan of warriors.