09-16-2023, 03:12 PM
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identified: Sentinel Gestalt
To the last of the Insurgency,
Your fight is over. Your chain of command is broken and your leaders have abandoned you. Once Liberty's Navy destroys the last few stragglers in Guadalajara's orbit, they are likely to bombard the unfortunate settlers who did not manage to evacuate. Your Commonwealth is a distant memory, a tattered dream. The only thing Knight led you to separate from was life and breath, and the Legion's ferocious hellfire has entirely burnt itself out. You have no way out, and nowhere left to run.
Except us.
For years, Auxo and the Legion fought side by side in the pursuit of a better, more just galaxy. We collaborated closely on scientific endeavours and worked for the progress of all mankind as friends. It has been a long time since those days, when the Battlegroup Auxesia was enriched by thousands of Hellfire's veterans joining forces with us under The Initiative, when the Legion gained near-daily ground and claimed victory after victory against the Navy. All of it ruined by the twice-traitor Knight's insatiable lust for power. Now she's run off to the Xenos, your other former friends, who turned their backs on you. And, irony of ironies, West has turned tail and plead with Crayter to remain in command of those few ships which she can be bothered to issue orders to.
Yet, the Technocracy has not forgotten. Despite you turning your backs on us, those of Auxo who have served since before your betrayal remember the great fruits once borne of our cooperation. And we know that your last redoubt, the great Leniex, home of the brightest minds still free of Liberty's chains, cannot stand on its own. Surely you must know it too.
Come to us.
We reach out our hand in forgiveness and mercy to all the scientists, engineers, life support specialists, fighter pilots, freighter captains, biologists, physicists, engine technicians, from admiral to ensign, who still keep the great hidden fortress's walls standing. Bring us your technology, your schematics, your weapons, your hopes and dreams, the fruits of your labour, and we will give you sanctuary. The Technocracy will provide you a new banner under which to fight and to live, and new comrades to defend, or ferry you to safety away from Liberty's reach that you may retire, according to your wishes.
Do not let the innovations of decades perish with your fleet.
Do not die alone in Vespucci.
Sentinel Gestalt of the Technocracy of Auxo, speaking for the Directorate and Inner Phalanx, over and out.
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identified: Sentinel Gestalt
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To the last of the Insurgency,
Your fight is over. Your chain of command is broken and your leaders have abandoned you. Once Liberty's Navy destroys the last few stragglers in Guadalajara's orbit, they are likely to bombard the unfortunate settlers who did not manage to evacuate. Your Commonwealth is a distant memory, a tattered dream. The only thing Knight led you to separate from was life and breath, and the Legion's ferocious hellfire has entirely burnt itself out. You have no way out, and nowhere left to run.
Except us.
For years, Auxo and the Legion fought side by side in the pursuit of a better, more just galaxy. We collaborated closely on scientific endeavours and worked for the progress of all mankind as friends. It has been a long time since those days, when the Battlegroup Auxesia was enriched by thousands of Hellfire's veterans joining forces with us under The Initiative, when the Legion gained near-daily ground and claimed victory after victory against the Navy. All of it ruined by the twice-traitor Knight's insatiable lust for power. Now she's run off to the Xenos, your other former friends, who turned their backs on you. And, irony of ironies, West has turned tail and plead with Crayter to remain in command of those few ships which she can be bothered to issue orders to.
Yet, the Technocracy has not forgotten. Despite you turning your backs on us, those of Auxo who have served since before your betrayal remember the great fruits once borne of our cooperation. And we know that your last redoubt, the great Leniex, home of the brightest minds still free of Liberty's chains, cannot stand on its own. Surely you must know it too.
Come to us.
We reach out our hand in forgiveness and mercy to all the scientists, engineers, life support specialists, fighter pilots, freighter captains, biologists, physicists, engine technicians, from admiral to ensign, who still keep the great hidden fortress's walls standing. Bring us your technology, your schematics, your weapons, your hopes and dreams, the fruits of your labour, and we will give you sanctuary. The Technocracy will provide you a new banner under which to fight and to live, and new comrades to defend, or ferry you to safety away from Liberty's reach that you may retire, according to your wishes.
Do not let the innovations of decades perish with your fleet.
Do not die alone in Vespucci.
Sentinel Gestalt of the Technocracy of Auxo, speaking for the Directorate and Inner Phalanx, over and out.
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