Attention Liberty Space, I go simply by The Black Moon. I am the dark unknown between trade lanes, the fear on the other side of a jump gate. I am become death! I have watched, waited, studied, and observed you all. Flying through space, living your average lives. I do not simply wish to just strike fear into your hearts and minds. NO! my manifesto is to destroy everything you love and hold dear. I want to end laughter, remove hope, kill your faith. I simply wish to bring the darkness upon all your lives!
Liberty! Soon I shall reveal myself onto you, may the days until I arrive be happy ones!
Slate is finally discharged from the hospital, and finds this specimen in his spam filter. He’s feeling a little frivolous so his response is a simple unsigned sound file from some ancient sports league.