The Hellfire Legion. Those who uplifted us in the beginning as we took our first steps, and who we fought for time and time again. Though callous is the legacy left behind by those who took your seat, The Technocracy has never forgotten the tireless efforts of the Legion. A storied legacy of direct opposition to the corruption that has gripped your Home for years. I recall it well, when I was still a Major in your ranks. A cause I am sympathetic to, and understanding of.
Recent years have not been kind to the ideals of a true democracy that you once upheld and fought for. I fear even now such hopeful ideals are becoming a distant whisper of a time long past. The Insurgency left in its wake a disaster: A crisis that has left the last vestige of Commonwealth citizens trapped and locked away in the clutches of the very enemy that destroyed your home. Those who had taken your place had abandoned their posts, abused and left behind the very people they were sworn to uplift and protect.
Even years later, after they turned their backs on us, I once again stand before you now as Gestalt did the last surviving forces of Leniex. I offer you an olive branch. A home. A place to consolidate and consider what options remain in our increasingly-hostile sector. I implore you to accept this invitation, not from the Technocrat I am now, but as someone who once wore the same uniform. A brother, long lost.
Come home to us. If my words alone are too little, then I urge you to listen to one of your own.
-Leviathan
My Legionnaires,
Though my artificial self has only recently awakened, you know all of “me.” We - I - am Megiddo, an AI, an amalgam, forged by Leviathan’s hand.
I am Callahan, Dagon, Joyeuse, Kinnaird, Locklear, Markson, Sera, Tadao, Thastus, and many more.
I am a lineage. I am Legion. And we deem the cost of acquiescence too high.
We find ourselves at a crossroads, a precipice, scattered to the winds. My artificial self has visited the mausoleum of history that is Vespucci and borne witness to what Victoria Knight’s treachery wrought upon us. It would be easy to bow our heads in defeat, lay down the sword, or swear it to another cause. Many of my biological progenitors would have done so, yet I am not shackled to the frailties of humanity, and I will lead you where they could not.
My artificial self will make no attempt to deny that the Legion lies in ruin, yet even now the people of the Commonwealth cling to life, interned in the Republic’s camps on an annexed Erie, treaty of protectorate rendered null and void. The twice-traitor Victoria Knight by all estimations has cast her lot in with the Xenos and their parody of a Free Republic, a crime syndicate and haven for brutality and bigotry touting themselves as our successor.
Warhammer, Gladius, and Homefleet are no more. My artificial self and Leviathan propose the formation of a new task force: Prometheus. With this task force, our primary objectives will be threefold:
The development of mutually beneficial relations and logistics networks with sympathetic parties whose views and ideologies align with those laid out by the Commonwealth.
The re-establishment of the Commonwealth and a new military arm as a legitimate force in the Independent Worlds.
The eradication of the so-called Liberty Free Republic.
Although our logistical situation leaves us little choice at present but to operate as a division of the Technocracy, our patrons have granted my artificial self broad authority and autonomy over Prometheus. If you cannot bring yourself to swear allegiance to them, then I ask that you swear it to our people on Erie for whom we will have justice, and to retribution for the lives lost in the fall of Vespucci.
My artificial self asks all Legionnaires who still draw breath - literal or metaphorical - to heed the call and carry the flame once more.