With your recent banishment, Malta has sent you a clear signal signifying who is the terrorist here. Your illogical fallacies have spawned an abyss beneath you. Your irrecoverably lost assets marked the path of your fall. And your laughable forces made even kids chuckle.

Malta is more than ready to embrace your forces in her orbit to observe who has been chosen. For that day, the blood of your pilots shall repaint the Red crosses of the IRMM Capital Assets grinding down through your rebellious ships with ferocity and passion only true Maltese can display. You've failed to stand up for your own bases and failed to aid Crayter in the defense of supposedly their installation, even your propaganda is full of lies, as we're aware of both installations being yours.

Patria always stood behind her loyal Soldiers. And we're no different, with the whole of Malta recognizing you as the traitors, you will find death and torture anywhere we find you. With your bases being nothing but rubble, You have nobody to turn to. You're a deadweight for anyone to bear. There's no other option than to submit yourself to the purifying blazing hellfires of Malta.

You're not really stupid. You just have a bad luck when you think.

Your ships will be burned by the embers of Armageddon and bodies tainted by the fires of Hell.
Prepare yourself to meet the Demon Knights of Malta.
The age of Reckoning is here.
Deus Vult.