* an automated message sent by neutral ships originating from Psamathe and LP-48-567 reaches the comm unit of vessels in the vicinity*
*some sort of morphed voice with spanish accent fills the comms, while the H.U.D. shows a banner waving in the background*

It is time my brothers and sisters.
In times grim and filled with dark greed, slavery and oppression,
we must stand up as one and form an army, a legion.
Where there is slavery, we will abolish it and put the slavers to the sword.
Where there is greed, we will teach humbleness.
Where there is oppression, we will make the tyrants fall.
Too long now have we watched from the shadows of stripmined asteroid fields,
worlds burning in the flames of war and from the shackles of being enslaved.
Prepare yourself, the galaxy will call out to you and you will heed the call.
The fire of pure freedom is burning within our souls,
now we need to form a prisma to burn away those,
who enrich themselves of the peoples' misery.
Let us be the army, the legion of faceless commanders,
seeking revenge for every bombed farm, for every life vanquished
in the hollow illusion of democry and patronage.
Become the keys to the slave's shackles
and free those, who have no hope left.
Join me, and keep your comms units tuned for further
information on conflicts breaking out.
Let us stand as one,
as the faceless legion.
*some sort of morphed voice with spanish accent fills the comms, while the H.U.D. shows a banner waving in the background*

It is time my brothers and sisters.
In times grim and filled with dark greed, slavery and oppression,
we must stand up as one and form an army, a legion.
Where there is slavery, we will abolish it and put the slavers to the sword.
Where there is greed, we will teach humbleness.
Where there is oppression, we will make the tyrants fall.
Too long now have we watched from the shadows of stripmined asteroid fields,
worlds burning in the flames of war and from the shackles of being enslaved.
Prepare yourself, the galaxy will call out to you and you will heed the call.
The fire of pure freedom is burning within our souls,
now we need to form a prisma to burn away those,
who enrich themselves of the peoples' misery.
Let us be the army, the legion of faceless commanders,
seeking revenge for every bombed farm, for every life vanquished
in the hollow illusion of democry and patronage.
Become the keys to the slave's shackles
and free those, who have no hope left.
Join me, and keep your comms units tuned for further
information on conflicts breaking out.
Let us stand as one,
as the faceless legion.
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