Look who's back. Thought you'd have rotten at your edge of the universe never to be heard of again.
But here you are, like a pest ineradicable standing against the abyss.
What do we fear the most? It's the fear of dying, but death isn't the end, but just a new beginning. At that moment you realize that all you thought was real was just an illusion. And the only reality ever, throughout eternity, is you.
Our souls casted into the chasm unseen to come out setting the hispanic conflict aside, standing next to revolutionaries without hell's fire raining upon all that surrounds us.
And if you're still bleeding you are the lucky ones, 'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire on our insides.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home.
Once you give in to the void, space itself becomes time.
Once you give in to the void, many are the mouths of reality.
The Reapers shall always have a place within the walls of Dis. This is the return home, this is the true rebirth.
Against all odds, we'll overcome you. Against all odds, we'll survive. Against all odds, we'll win.
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Sender ID: Archon Calatrava, Fallen Angels Location: Shadowhaven Base, Cayman system. Target ID: Texas, Ghosts of Razgriz. Encryption: Medium
Mama mia Santa Lucia, salve my people... Ghosts of Razgriz?
Back? We actually haven't gone anywhere. Just temporary difficulties. As for you, Rossi told me that you were just one step by extinction and slowly turning into the History of brave heros of your loved Ishmael. But since you are here and talkin' to us, you are not heroes... Yet? Whoever you are about to Overcome, nor me nor the Supreme Council don't care. You have Ishmael, we have Braillia...
But anyway let's skip this boring part of non-sense chatboxing. Since you are here, I guess you have real reason to contact us. Archon Santiago Robesco Calatrava of the Fallen Angels, Reapers of Sirius. Now your turn...
No share of true love. Nothing sacred is valued. Don't talk of the traitor, for we know your squadron having a history of housing them. So you're to leave the Razgriz with our name, we aren't anymore what you knew us as.
I'd need you to provide a listing of your current diplomatic positions within the Omega and Omicron systems to avoid confrontation with your band, as we may or not pay several sectors down your region a visit one day or another. We've done the duty you once recoloured your flags for, but as time moves forward this's not over yet.
Achievements you once were after, we reached. The night falls, no tomorrow arises.
Brace yourself.
Against all odds, we'll overcome you. Against all odds, we'll survive. Against all odds, we'll win.
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Sender ID: Archon Calatrava, Fallen Angels Location: Shadowhaven Base, Cayman system. Target ID: Texas, Ghosts of Razgriz. Encryption: Medium
So? You have made review over your possitions and decided to improve it? I appreciate it, we have proceed the same, and that's why we are still armed and standing for our own goals. You still did not introduce yourself? Farewell, whoever you are you are talking on the organization's behalf known as Ghosts of Razgriz? Oh whatever.
The Omicron sector is still under our view, at last we are sending there skilled and well teached Angels. They are ranked as 'Serpents' within the Fallen Angels. I'll be honest, Omicrons are not the place we'd ever look for. We are just keeping our eyes open. You know, if your enemy exists... Never turn your back to him. As well something bad happened between Zoners and The Core early. That's why we still keep the Omicrons within our horizon. Since we have our brilliant we are serving here, in the middle of Omega sector. You never know what dengorous Omicrons can bring to your home. You shall understand what I am talking about... An' no, not about Spirits. Human factors, the Omicron Sector is the main zone of Interest of any of the Intelligence groups and as well The Core and Order...
And the Omegas, for sure it'd be great if we'd get rid of the Coalition... Or at last knock them away from the Braillia, and the Omega sector. Sadly with our resources we can organaize small raids against they wings. But who knows what you are plan to do with the Omega sector. As I know, you've never paid much interest in this sector... Something changed?
Could I bother I'd take your lack of recognizing me as insult, but it's not that caring for the ineptitude of human behaviour really matters. You can roll with calling me Tex. That's all you'll need to know.
Remind me what your petty dispute with the revolutionaries was all about? We hardly paid attention to them or what's the issue of the day down your region this time. Sounds like you need a proper gun at your side to deal with them. You got our number. This has its price though, there's nothing free of charge in this world.
Imagine yourself in a distant, surrounded by soil and stone. No signs of civilization, you're out here and you're all alone. As you struggle to breathe in the unknown air in your search to survive on your own, you come to realize:
There's no way out.
Imagine yourself in a distant, engulfed in colour and beauty. A civilization thriving and living as one. A habitat so alive it illuminates with wild unimaginable colours. A landscape so vast yet so interconnected to all aspects of life.
Let the sound of tribal fill the air and bring nature to life.
Welcome to the archive, where actions become anagrams.
We're the architects of civilization. And your Omegas hold the key to this transformation.
Against all odds, we'll overcome you. Against all odds, we'll survive. Against all odds, we'll win.
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Sender ID: Elder Calderon, Fallen Angels Location: Shadowhaven Base, Cayman system. Target ID: Texas, Ghosts of Razgriz. Encryption: Medium
Texas is quite an unusual name for someone from the outcasts. Rotten in our corner or not, we've been shedding skin. The Rationale always moves, things change and planets keep spinning. But some things at their core also stay the same. Going by that makes it easier to explain quite a lot of what the Fallen Angels are today.
So going back to business. I find anagrams interesting. Maybe not the best way to conduct business but for someone patient it perfectly gets the point across. But it also calls for someone to be cunning enough not to fall for the overwhelming way that anagrams may bring the point across.
But you know what, you've had your own share in the long run, so I suppose you're as well shedding skin. So, you're offering us about working together to see a bright colorful civilization huh? But that does raise a few questions. An architect is someone who designs how something will look for many years to come until it's destruction and the constructors make sure that it will stand for the many years to come. So, what's your plan for the omegas? And you're also mentioning a price. Of course payment isn't always in cash, but hey, you never know what one would be in need of.
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