My name is Gloria Nuntes.
I am a lanciere of the Contari Lance, or this is how I like to think of myself, even though the structure of the Lance has disappeared.
I address this transmission to the Crimson Cross, the current strongest group on Malta, to any remnants of the Lance that may be around, and to all warriors and people that fight in the name of Malta.
It is not my way to make long speeches, or any speeches. It is not my way to give advice or tell others what to do.
I joined the Lance as the daughter not of a cardamine farmer or trader, not of a warrior, not of anyone of importance. No, I joined as the daughter of a clam farmer. I spent my early life digging shellfish from the muck.
But I learned very important things about our lives from the Lance. I like to think I learned quickly.
I learned what it means to be outcast, to be separate from the rest of the race we cannot truly call our own anymore. I learned that the way we live our lives, the way we must live our lives, will always be a struggle.
We can and must expand our influence by spreading the orange dream, but still nobody will be part of our society the way those born on Malta are.
I do not wish to continue an endless speech. What I must say is in regards to a raid I recently joined.
For the glory of Malta I followed the warriors of the Cross into the far Omicrons, to take on the pesky Order.
I fear their obsession with the blue spirits has caused them to neglect our traditional spirit, the spirit of war. Since our beginning, the one spirit we truly relied on was that of struggle, of forcing ourselves against all the others that were so different.
I fear the Maltese are losing touch with this spirit. When the Lance was strong, we represented the orange dream with trade but also with fire, the fire of dozens of generations of superior warriors that live as Outcasts.
We knew we were a warrior people, destined to struggle until we had unified all of humanity under the orange dream.
We must not lose touch with the warrior spirit! We must not become clouded mystics, bored traders, or indifferent pirates! We are the outcast warriors! The elite of humanity, the embodiment of all our race can be!
I implore every Maltese pilot to remember that they have a duty to be better, to represent the superiority of the orange dream over the normal human's unfulfilled life. And to all former pilots of the Lance, I hope you will carry on the Lance's war.
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