By the power vested in me, as voice and messenger, I come bearing the decision of the Neural Gestalt. The Commune has decided to depart Maltese space, and withdraw from all spheres of public life in the Nation. This decision, perhaps long time coming, is final and definite. Our assets will depart over the course of a fortnight. But before that, an elaboration.

It has been a long decade, ever since a lone Pilgrim Liner chanced upon the Orange paradise. And greeted warmly by its people, began the road that led us to where we are today. We've shared joys, sorrows, defeats and triumphs, alongside the people of Malta ever since. And for better or worse, were shaped by the association. For a time, we even came to consider ourselves as one of you. And many of you, became one of us. Existing alongside you, has been nothing less than a privilege.

But time has come for us to move on; For all our sakes. We've become overbearing. Selfish to a fault. We do what we must. Struggle for what we believe in. We walk a path we've chosen for ourselves. For the greater good of all. We Are What We Are. But we will spare the people of Malta from the consequences of said struggles, paths, and choices. We can afford not to interfere with the destiny of the only people we've truly cared for in this sector. We are many things, but never your enemy. Know that whatever may transpire, you are absolved of our name and deeds.