Two weeks ago, the Bundestag tried to break you. Two weeks ago, the corporate puppets that drive the failing remnants of our proud homeland forced you to the wall with the weight of their battleships and the might of their ignorance. Two weeks ago, you waded through the blood of the fallen at Zwickau and two weeks ago, against the odds, you prevailed!

Through the brave actions of our allies in the Vagrant Raiders and the resolution of the soldiers of the Widerstand, the dictators on New Berlin were denied another foothold in Dresden. Beneath the shadow of Zwickau, we raise our bloodied heads to face the coming dawn. You have met terrible adversity with cold courage, and your tireless continuation of the revolution's work in the wake of such tragedy honors those who fought before us.

But the work is not yet done.

Our installations stand strong, the fightercraft aboard them once again ready to rain death on those who would grind the people of Rheinland beneath steel boots. The dead of Zwickau cry for justice, and justice they shall have. Blood begets blood, and it is now time for our oppressors to bleed. The Bundestag believes us broken and scattered, a sad and sorry remnant of the power that once forged Rheinland. They believe us beaten at Zwickau.

I believe they are wrong.

Now is our chance to strike back, to remind the corrupt that the Bundesrepublik was created by our hand, and by our hand it will fall! The Federal warships sit heavy in their docks, vultures at rest. With our traditional allies in the Hessians and Coalition at our back, as it has always been, we can make them tremble. Oberst Klugmann appears to believe otherwise. Oberst Klugmann is a good man, one who has done great things for the revolution. But as a leader, his is misguided. He would sever our ties with those who have stood alongside us since the Federal Republic first chased the Bundschuh from our homes one hundred long years ago, in favor of trusting the fate of our nation to those who would make war on it. He is content for us to sit on our haunches, blood of our brothers and sisters pooling around our ankles, rather then take the fight once again to the military.

That is not the way forward for the Bundschuh. Inaction and betrayal have never been the cry of the Widerstand, and we cannot allow them to become such. You fought with the courage of Botzler at Zwickau, and now I must call upon you to fight a different sort of battle. Stand with our allies, who have shed blood alongside us. Stand with the people of Rheinland, the downtrodden and the oppressed. Stand for the future of the Widerstand, the future of our home.

Stand with me.