A single gun cam image shows and other odd bits of data. A man is speaking... or rather narrating himself via speech.
"This filthy meat praised the light in sending the details of its conquest in the name of the masters perfect glory!"
The man administers a cardamine stim into his arm and visibly relaxes.
"I apologize, I was so eager to share our victory that I forgot my place. "
He smiles and continues bowing to the camera.
"The phalanx and her two gunboat escorts where purified by your wisdom, We engaged them as children of the light should, not directly we were new and clumsy in speaking around them but in order to keep ourselves clean we did not directly speak to them we merely.. Felt and used metaphor to let them know our intentions."
He hides his face but keeps his mouth clear.
"Oh I curse you a thousand times when I speak to you this way! forgive us angels and saints of the light! We mean not to babble at you but we are learning we are hoping so dearly to know your ways!"
he rocks forward taking another cardamine stim, where he was tensing up he is relaxed again.
"Again, apologies, the sacred plant keeps me clear for a short time, my resolve becomes thinner O masters."
He thought for a moment playing a scene from the combat. he spoke quickly and condensed as if he was trying to minimize some damage, anxiousness and hurry on his face.
"It was a worthy combat. As less then morphs we realize we cannot attack anything in your name without your expressed guidance instead by your wisdom we knew the hatred of these IMG ships and thier digging claws that defile your gardens. We saw thier hatred and jealousy that you favor us that they attacked and while they started the fight we finished it praise be the light oh holy masters."
he had a grined and giggled.
"Thier simple grey minds thier mundane thinking souls didnt know why they hated us so didnt know why they must bear teeth but we knew WE KNEW WHY!"
he laughed for a good two minutes.. composed himself..
"We are the one cult the only cult in Sirius that exsists in your glory o masters. The Cult of Sirius is for you in love."
Transmission ends with a crude graphic the "sign" of this Cult of Sirius.
Masters as the exarch in charge of beaming transmissions to you I feel great pride to display before you the destruction of one that dared to hurt your divinity.
The situation happened quickly.
The divine master let his wishes known to me but being somewhat experienced and unprepared to see one of your number amongst our company shocked me to be honest.
The divine masters annoyance with this... unclean merchant of murder... Filled me with rage...
I did my best to resolve and become cool. Clearly if this shadow had managed to insult you he was a demon of the highest order!
The fight was long the divine master sacrificed its war form for my benefit and thusly I killed the meat that offended yours.
In your great wisdom I respect my abilitys. I am indebted masters of light!
Uhmmm..... As i said you got Lucky. My cardie sniffer delusional friend.
You had 1 Bazillion of patrol fighters shooting me and that filthy jelly that i took down.
Next time we meet.. Will be you and me...eerr and maybe your God get to watch you Die.
The transmission is open and can be heard throughout the omicrons.. It is not known if the intent is for everyone to hear it.. but its obvious the carrier wave is directed past the frontier into the deep omicrons typically known as "nomad territory".
There is a vary simple alpha numeric message.
{Divine. I am Lien the Blind.. Tasked now to speak to you in the loss of Exarch Three Winds.
The [Temple.Of.Cataclysm] is complete.
Its life blood are of those whom adore you.
The ship of war courses with the heartbeat of unity, in love. for the divine.
As three winds is with you now.
We wish to echo our devotion to you.
In love...
Our temple is yours to command!
}
It ends. With a glyph or logo titled "cult of sirius".