Hopefully you acclimatized yourself to what our world has to offer. You had not found any difficulties I pressume but there is one thing I officially need to require of you before I admit you just like that. Simply said, repeat an oath which will be proof of your service to The Order Primary Fleet. Equipment is also ready and being delivered to your location so we may begin transfer of the data to us. As for the oath... do it like you mean it and we are done with the procedure. It is, as it goes:
"We are the defenders of mankind, seeking deliverance in the embers of dying stars. We are one with the shadows, cloaked blades aimed at adversaries both internal and external. We are the preservers, furthering dream of humanity everlasting. I fight for not my nation or ideology, enacting the balance against the odds. I serve The Order with my dying breath, until my body decays into oblivion."
Communicator Identification:Ghost in her machine Target Identification:Michał Golański Source:Tooth-fairy does not know. Topic:Loath the oath that poaches.
'Hoy. If that is not the mister Admiral going by the name of Golański himself. 'Hoy Michał. Yes, I [we] know your name. And a lot more. How you doing? It is been a long time since we have spoken. I [we] nearly cannot remember. Was it a few days already? This week even? You sure are busy.
I [we] take you are eager to get the data promised but have me [us] waiting was not a nice move. No. Not at all. Do not do that again. Already started to adapt some of your weaponry to my [our] Sabre after your men provided the needed papers to stroll around your territory without getting shot. Thanks for that by the way. You are less vexatious than people picture you. 'Stefania was right, you are much more handsome and likeable than people say you are. Then again, I [we] thought the same about Illaria and she is a total witch. Yes she is. A witch. Do not tell me [us] you are a witcher.
So here we go, I [we] guess. I [we] give my [our] best. Ready? Hokay.
We are the defenders of mankind, seeking deliverance in the embers of dying stars. We are one with the shadows, cloaked blades aimed at adversaries both internal and external. We are the preservers, furthering dream of humanity everlasting. I [we] fight for not my [our] nation or ideology, enacting the balance against the odds. I [we] serve The Order with my [our] dying breath [But we cannot...] Shut up..., until my [our] body decays into oblivion.