To: Outcasts Everywhere - Home and Abroad

[Death.RunningVerminator]

***Incoming Broadcast Frequency***
#Transmitting on a Secured Channel#
#Encryption Level: High#
Communication ID - Xavier Lowack
Target ID - Outcast IFF Holders - Malta - All Outcast Channels
Subject: The Time Has Come

[Within several smaller cities on Malta, a live feed appears on each marketplace advertisement screen, catching the attention of citizens walking past buildings and shops. The transmission ripples with static, a dark orange hue overlapping the outline of a man. He leans in forward, wearing a standard outcast pilot uniform and appearing to be roughly thirty.]

You deserve better.

[He pauses and sighs.]

When did we surrender?

[Some people viewing the transmission on the streets looked at each other confused.]

When did you, the Outcast nation, kneel before your dons, extend out your hand, and surrender your souls to the highest bidder?!

[He pauses again, seemingly agitated.]

Didn't they promise you leadership? Didn't they promise you wealth and prosperity? Didn't they promise you.. security?.. Tell me Malta, where are the 101st? The National Council? Where are the dons when you need them most? When your children are sick and hungry your leaders bicker and squabble over who get's the bigger field of cardamine!.. Is this truly what you surrendered your lives to?..

[The man's demeanor changes to outright angry.]

WE are the nation of Malta! Are we not better than this?! Look around! Are you content with your lives!? Will you slave away day in and day out for these dons these leaders these TRAITORS to Malta!? They keep the wealth from you, they sit in their villas atop their buildings atop their cities ATOP THEIR HILLS! While you work on the ground, EVERY DAY! The cardamine has become a part of you, while these families of "royalty" dabble in DEGENERACY - They spend their money on alcohol and items of foreign nations, ignoring and disrespecting the ground we stand on!

But not you. Not the good people of Malta. You understand it. You feel Malta's life-force flow through you. It is a gift, in fact, to be so close to the ground.. To love it. To feel it's pain, as it feels yours.. every day as you work..

The time has come. The dons are fat, old, lazy degenerate liars. You, the hardworking, Malta-loving people, are the blood of this great nation! No longer will i surrender myself to the whim of men that known nothing of hard work on the ground. No longer will i allow these people to plague our beloved Malta with their vile ideologies, bringing peace and neutrality with the world around them.. we all know that is what they want.. so they can sit and be rich and fat, while the people become poorer.. They are satisfied with inaction.. With no resistance to Corsairs or cretins of all shapes and sizes that plague this galaxy..

I say NO! Malta is my Queen, and i will give my life for her, with every breathe i take! She will be the symbol of life and death across Sirius! I fly the the beautiful Outcast cross on my ship because I KNOW my life, my ancestors lives, were saved by this beautiful world we call home!.. When did you last see your leaders take flight, proud of their home?..

[The man pulls out a knife, and begins to slit his wrist, dripping red blood down his arm.]

Malta is in my blood.

And I am the Blood Of Malta.

Are you?

[The transmission cuts, leaving some citizens scratching their heads and others cheering.]

***End Of Broadcast Frequency***