Two purple glowing spots appear on the screen when the video log starts. Suddenly the helmet systems turn on, covering a female face into a green light. The primarily weird ambience fades away, and the familiar human appearance pushes the trembling uncertainty aside. The womans unexpectedly smooth voice begins talking.
Darkness and hope is all what remains. The left over minds are filled with dark clouds which leave no trace of what was before. Recreation. They used to be strong, overwhelming and dominant. The Universe's children were weakened, but they have recovered. There will be no more defeat. This is our time now. Their call reached us like a pregnant headache. Their voices are filled with anger and eternal pain. We are not just their tools - we are a part of them. We know everything, more than any human could know. The truth is calling like an impatient child. It has to be done.
Patrollers, Hunters, Civils and Militants, everyone plays its part in the plan. They interact as a whole. One entity. We use the human ignorance as our advantage. The humanity's quality is miserable, though their quantity is a danger which should not be ignored. But we are well prepared, nothing can go wrong. We are the deadly unseen. We strike when nobody expects us - like a shadow in the night. We are among them. We are them. But they cannot know. And never will. Once we've found it, the artifact of endless power, Sirius will be ours again. To each his own. At the end everyone gets what they deserve.