Hola.
It has been an undeniably arduous time for all of you to live the burden of having to carry the weight that holds tight the power of Nacion high above all those opposing our will and runnning our walls. Yet time proved maltese people to even without hard leadership staying on their path towards superiority and divine ruling. Aside all internal issues about who got to squat which region of Nacion to prey, at least you survived.
Survived.
All the praise for the primal light Nacion once was, today it's a shadow of its past, internally torn apart into cartels again and worked like it used to a few hundred years ago before a first great man crossed the Archon to guide our people towards their eternal destiny. Past are the times the Archway was opened by a few for Nacion to step through into a future above human evolution. Past are the times Nacion had put fear and agony into those who confronted us by just our name mentioned.
But past times aren't forgotten. I haven't forgotten. Others haven't forgotten. We all haven't forgotten.
All that stood by the Ghosts, rally once more on our side bringing justice over this rotten place and restore glory to what once was Nacion.
Ghosts hiding in the dark waiting for their order to take up arms once again under this united flag we fought for, this is your call.
Nacions associates, muster up in line with us as you'll need all your will to endure the coming storm.
Your one light has returned from her travel beyond the forbidden depths.
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
Gabriella Casta.
When you left, you told me not to expect your return. Still, I can't say I'm surprised to hear from you again.
I have had sporadic contact with our mutual associate Angela Corino, though everything happens a bit slower than one might hope for.
If I am honest, I've spent more time than I care to admit in a state of aimless brooding.
I'm certain you will have something intriguing to tell of your absence and the future; you always do.
Hopefully we can meet again soon, I will be in touch.
Mama mia Santa De Luvia! Senora Casta! We all hoped that you return once, we were waiting... Waiting... And waiting... Unfortunately, our ranking and commanding structure have crashed, and I suppose that you are here to build it all again. Yes, it won't be easy. Building almost from a zero... But still, you have us. Some remnant of the 101st, I'm sure that I'm not the one who kept hoping while setting in the shadows... If you lead us to the Heaven or the Hell... Let it be! I'm with you!
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
Melissa Sanchez
To: The Ghosts of Razgriz, Administrator From: "Oranos"| Atlantis Manufacturing Olympian Subject:Fellow Greeting
My employees and staff seem to take this news quite well, we've had a moral boost around our manufacturing sites. This can only mean good news. I'd hope we can come to some dealings within the near future. And if you are taking up arms, maybe we can bring the means to supply them.