A man appears on your viewscreen. You've seen him before on highly illegal recruitment broadcasts for some sort of revolutionary movement or other. He's one of Sirius' Most Wanted, that T.V show about scary criminals that haven't been caught. The one with the robotic arm and the uniform. Hades or something, he was called. All you know is that he's probably a terrorist with links to pirates. After all, he does look Hispanic. Probably one of those whassnames... Outcasts? Maybe it was Corsairs? Hell, maybe he's a Zoner...
He begins to speak.
"Comrades, my brothers and sisters..."
He stops, to let the sense of unity he is trying to impart sink in.
"...a storm is coming. For too long have we settled down, wishing for change, but feeling too impotent to put it into motion."
He lowers his head, giving his next statement some thought.
"I was like you. I believed I could make a difference in the political arena, convincing my Corsair, yes, Corsair brethren that a Revolution was needed."
His tone of voice implies a capital letter at the start of 'revolution', of course.
"I was wrong. The people in charge have them chained, living lives of capitalist crime. 'Of course, they're Corsairs', I hear you say... but it is the same everywhere in Sirius. We plan on changing this."
He raises his head again, a confident look upon his face now.
"I've given up on pandering to the political smalltalk of the elites on Crete. My mother always says, 'Revolution begins at home!' and she's right. Sirius needs a Revolution in every home, just like back on Earth! The people need to rise! You need to rise, my brothers and sisters!"
The camera zooms into his eyes.
"Are you up to the challenge?"
He salutes the screen, and it fades to red, a large star with a golden hammer and sickle emblazoned upon it.
An ancient quotation scrolls along the screen, accompanied by ominous but inspiring music.
"Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution.
The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains or dignity. They have a world to win.