My friends, it has often been said that I like war. My friends, I like war... No, friends, I love war! (The Admiral's War Speech)
My friends, it has often been said that I like war.
My friends, I like war...
No, friends, I love war!
I love politiical purges.
I love genocides of natives.
I love defensive blockades.
I love sieges of famined worlds, charges into enemy planetary strongholds, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Wars across Ringed Gas Giants, in Deep Space, Orbiting Earth Likes, over Frozen worlds, and Desert planets, Volcanic worlds, In the skies above them all, I love every act of war that can occur in this galaxy
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with packhound missile salvos that thunder across the lines of battle.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a fighter is sent out of the hangar bay and is instantly cut to pieces by well placed railgun rounds. And there is nothing like a torpedo operator using reverb pylons to destroy enemy shields. And the feeling that comes when a pilot launches screaming from his ships wreckage only to have his escape pod intercepted and ripped apart by heavy multicannon fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of fresh crewmen brandish their hardpoints rushing into the enemy fleet. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit firing over and over into the bloated and burning wreckage of a long-dead enemy.
The sight of Slavers being strung up from a holo lamp advertisment by their former cargo is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by refugees of war dying of starvation, or screaming in terror as their transport ship is torn apart by a hostile vessel. leaving no chance of survivors.
When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stands with nothing but small arms and basic planetary defenses, only to have their cities smashed to atoms block by block by orbital bombardment, I'm in ecstasy.
I love it when I am ravaged by a 13th Legion heat cannon division. It's so sad to see systems and modules that are supposed to be protected at all costs, being laid to waste, their intircate parts melted by the heat of a dozen suns...
I love to be squashed under the heel of a well oiled SDC gank machine. The humiliation, as I crawl around through the system like vermin, ducking the interdictors flying overhead.
Commanders... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Witch Space itself tremble. Commanders, I ask you as a fellow brother in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with Metal, Plasma, and Fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving no kind but Mankind to scavenge, from this Galaxy?
Than War is what we shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who would oppose us, with our might.
But... After enduring over a quarter century wallowing in the darkness of deep space, for us Elite, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient...
We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history will ever know!
I believe that each of you old Commanders is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft Flower Ships! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a billion and one bugs!
It is time for them to awake, The ones who would send us screaming into oblivion, and who now lay waiting. Let's drag them out of Witchspace, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sounds humanities boots make against their throats...
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and He11 than are dreamt of in of our philosophies.
Yes, my friends! Soon, The Thargoid fleets charred remains will illuminate the night skies!
We have been brought back just as we were promised we would be. Back to our favorite battlefields. Back to our beloved war!
Attention, all Commanders of the Pilots Federation! This is a message from your Admiral.
…Commanders... let’s bring them He11.
My friends, it has often been said that I like war.
My friends, I like war...
No, friends, I love war!
I love politiical purges.
I love genocides of natives.
I love defensive blockades.
I love sieges of famined worlds, charges into enemy planetary strongholds, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Wars across Ringed Gas Giants, in Deep Space, Orbiting Earth Likes, over Frozen worlds, and Desert planets, Volcanic worlds, In the skies above them all, I love every act of war that can occur in this galaxy
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with packhound missile salvos that thunder across the lines of battle.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a fighter is sent out of the hangar bay and is instantly cut to pieces by well placed railgun rounds. And there is nothing like a torpedo operator using reverb pylons to destroy enemy shields. And the feeling that comes when a pilot launches screaming from his ships wreckage only to have his escape pod intercepted and ripped apart by heavy multicannon fire, is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of fresh crewmen brandish their hardpoints rushing into the enemy fleet. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit firing over and over into the bloated and burning wreckage of a long-dead enemy.
The sight of Slavers being strung up from a holo lamp advertisment by their former cargo is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by refugees of war dying of starvation, or screaming in terror as their transport ship is torn apart by a hostile vessel. leaving no chance of survivors.
When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stands with nothing but small arms and basic planetary defenses, only to have their cities smashed to atoms block by block by orbital bombardment, I'm in ecstasy.
I love it when I am ravaged by a 13th Legion heat cannon division. It's so sad to see systems and modules that are supposed to be protected at all costs, being laid to waste, their intircate parts melted by the heat of a dozen suns...
I love to be squashed under the heel of a well oiled SDC gank machine. The humiliation, as I crawl around through the system like vermin, ducking the interdictors flying overhead.
Commanders... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Witch Space itself tremble. Commanders, I ask you as a fellow brother in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose fury is built with Metal, Plasma, and Fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving no kind but Mankind to scavenge, from this Galaxy?
Than War is what we shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down all who would oppose us, with our might.
But... After enduring over a quarter century wallowing in the darkness of deep space, for us Elite, a simple "ordinary" war will no longer be sufficient...
We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history will ever know!
I believe that each of you old Commanders is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft Flower Ships! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a billion and one bugs!
It is time for them to awake, The ones who would send us screaming into oblivion, and who now lay waiting. Let's drag them out of Witchspace, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sounds humanities boots make against their throats...
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and He11 than are dreamt of in of our philosophies.
Yes, my friends! Soon, The Thargoid fleets charred remains will illuminate the night skies!
We have been brought back just as we were promised we would be. Back to our favorite battlefields. Back to our beloved war!
Attention, all Commanders of the Pilots Federation! This is a message from your Admiral.
…Commanders... let’s bring them He11.
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