Citizens of the Sirius sector, supporters of Le Royaume de Gallia, collaborationists of the Crown, the day of your demise is now. Terror will knock down your doors, your frontyards will get soaked wet with your blood. We'll slay your people, cut open your children's throats, assassinate your people of public interest. We'll poison the supplies essential to your survival, sabotage your industry, assault your social places. Kyushu, New Tokyo, Leeds, New London. There's one in a thousand who stands behind the Monarchy and we'll make those thousand pay for this ones betrayal. The wrecks of your merchants will litter the orbit of your stations and planets, the screams of your neighbours, perishing in flames, will be the beginning of the nightmare you're going to live through. There's no hope, there's just your end.
The Maquis are coming for you.