In a certain station on the frontier, advertisement boards are momentarily drowned in static before their contents are replaced by a masked man in blue before a background of superpower logos, each crossed out with a red "X." The masked man sits in a chair with his legs crossed, arms spread open wide as if to welcome the viewers.
"Hey, there, folks! I'm Dayson Fane, and I'm here to tell you that Azimuth is not to be trusted. Their history speaks for itself. Go read all the stuff the Children of Raxxla have published. Go read the Anti-Club Accord's statements. They can tell you better than I can. I'm just here to be in your face and point you in the right direction."
"Now, buckle up and grab yourself some Harma rum, because we're about to see Azimuth get some scrutiny and, God willing, some more much-deserved booms."
The man salutes, and the advertisement boards are drowned in static again. Ironically, the next advertisement to play says 'Azimuth: Securing Our Future.'"