I submit if you're not red or green on Sunday in Endless War...
YOU'RE A SPY FOR THE EMPIRE!
Spy? Thats a bit harsh
Innocent bystanders are frequently killed by the Feds. They call it collateral damage. They always apologize for it if their cover up propaganda fails.
They are not keen on being filmed, these so called guardians of 'freedom'.
Wild accusations and insinuations from another misguided fellow whose Imperial ancestors wiped out all sentient life, in preparation for terraforming, on Achenar 6d under the orders of Henson Duval. Isn´t that the kind of collateral damage you refer to, Cmdr?
Matthew 7:3 - ¨Why do you point out the speck of sawdust in your brother´s eye when you have a plank in your own?¨
Can anyone point me to some background info about the 2 factions in order to help me make my choice?
Can anyone point me to some background info about the 2 factions in order to help me make my choice?
Hmm neither faction I instills great feelings of allegiance after reading those.
I'm not inclined to want to be a part of Federation beuracracy and corruption; however Henson Duvalls behaviour and the Empires use of slavery means I will be fighting for Federation.
Convince me otherwise!
If the majesty, honor, and grandeur aren't convincing you to side with the Empire then I don't know what will. And Duval is a great man... don't believe Federal propaganda. They're notorious for re-writing history to suit their distorted view of 'truth'.
Hmm neither faction I instills great feelings of allegiance after reading those.
I'm not inclined to want to be a part of Federation beuracracy and corruption; however Henson Duvalls behaviour and the Empires use of slavery means I will be fighting for Federation.
Convince me otherwise!
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.