--A ominous form sits upon a darkened throne, the sound of a repeating clack of nails riddles the steeled silence of the room--

**Moi name is Vulpe Felanis...Lord of the Legion des Damnes of Gallia**

**Leader of many who were betrayed by our brothers in arms when we were once simple pilots of the Gallic Royal Navy**

**Its was but a few days ago we took kind in remembering the day that changed us all...The Djion Betrayl...The day that we all, under the banner of Lord Marshal Enzo du Sable, learned the truth about Gallia**

**On that day thousands of men and women were slaughtered due to the popularity of their banner**

**On that day peoples lives were changed for the worst...and the better**

**We have risen once again from the ashes of that day, only to be hunted still for the truth we hold in our minds and hearts**

**The King of Gallia...Crowned Charles the XI...Is a genocidal monster...Following nothing but the words of a forgotten past towards a future of destruction towards our people and our way of life**

**Legion sleeper units recently moved upon Ill-de-France discovered a message sent upon certain channels towards parts of Gallia and Sirius**

**He claims what he cannot have through deals that make even a junkeur disgusted, and a normal pirate shake his head in disbelief...But we of the Legion have found a truth to his cause...With the fall of Languedoc, our forces, along with those of our Council & Maquis allies and our Brigand bretheren, have weakened his forces more than anticipated**

**His actions have lead to a new non aggression pact with the Mollies of Bretonia...Only due to his forces weakened state and their inability to push forward**

**He has left himself open to the dagger in doing such**

**As I speak, our Les Libertonian allies continue to assist us in materials and scientific advances, unlocking the secrets of the Genocidal King's machines to be used against him and his soldiers**

**Our strategists are working side by side with the war trained minds of the Council, and we are planning our first moves into an offensive that will knock King Charles off his throne, only to crack it in half by our fury**

**But it is not enough**

**We need every man and woman willing to assist**

**I call to the Brigand masses...Do you wish for more than to simply give a suckeur punch to your foes?**

**I call to the Council supporter...Are you tired of listening to each fall back our allies face from the Royalists onslaught?**

**I call to the capitans of independent transport vessels who are being taxed to the point where they must take out loans from the banks of Gallia just to feed their families...Do you wish to finally fight back for your rights to give your children a better future?**

**The Legion offers more than what it seems**

**We do not tax a man feeding his family**

**We do not fall back or give in**

**We do not simply lay on the ground after being struck down**

**If you believe you can be more than yourself for this push we are preparing for, then glory and spoils shall await you should you survive**

**Should you survive**

**If you believe you can do forth survive, make your way to Planet Marne, towards Le Grande Palace Damnes'...We will be waiting**

--The screen suddenly turns dark, emitting the cold beeping of code--

--UPLOADING LEGION DES DAMNES RECRUITMENT FILES--
--UPLOAD COMPLETE--