Address to the People of Omega-49

[Silver]

*The mask tilts to the right and a voice whispered on the comms*

Death.



It does not matter who you are.
It does not matter where did you came from.
It does not matter who your gods are.

Enemies of the Corsair Empire will be put down.
Our soldiers will walk over the corpses of their brethren if need be.
For every drop of blood we lose, it is a drop of honor the Empire gains.

So be strong, soldatos. Be brave. Your death is not without meaning.

Death came to walk in your midst.
Death came to watch your deeds.
Death came to claim you.

And Death will be the last one standing at the end of it all.
Death, and your deeds for El Imperio.

*The figure approaches the camera and whispers again*

Death to the enemies of the Empire.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop