Each and every single Legionnaire is reminded that they are required to read Lord Stratarch Megiddo's dossier published on May 13th of this year 835 AS at 0724 hours GAST, including the full contents of the text known as The Nibwaakaawin Transcript. Compliance with this order is in no way optional. For emphasis, I am repeatin' the most salient part of Lord Stratarch Megiddo's dossier, rephrased for clarity pertainin' to the present situation. Ahem.
"While every Legionnaire must use their own judgement an' make their own peace in whatever way necessary with the transcript and facts thus implied, it is the Exarchy's sincere an' present belief that, in spite of his circumstances, we behold a man."
Standin' orders until now have been not to engage any members of the Wendigo cohort, to cooperate against Republic forces, and to otherwise turn a blind eye. I am updating the standin' orders. All Legionnaires are to neither engage nor express aggressive sentiment to any members of the Wendigo cohort, to cooperate against Republic forces, to diligently log and report to ICN Firestorm any and all encounters with members of the Wendigo cohort no matter how brief or mundane, and to keep your god damned comments to yourself so long as any non-Legionnaire is around, bona-fide Technocrats excepted.
You do not have to like it. You can feel some kind of way about it. But the current determination of the Exarchy is that Nibwaakaawin and his kind, for all practical intents and purposes, at this moment constitute temporary allies of convenience at a minimum. If "the A-word" is too much for you, call them fellow travellers or co-belligerents if necessary.
I understand very well that many of you feel a sinkin' sensation in the deepest parts of yer gullets as I say these words. I understand that some of you very well may be considerin' rash and drastic actions, or wonder if you've gotten so deep into the shit that ye'll never be able to scrape it off yer boots. I understand you. I feel you. And I am imploring you from the bottom of my heart to trust me. Anyone who has concerns is welcome to approach me privately in whatever format ya feel most comfortable with, but in a military organization, an order is an order is a goddamn order and you knew that when you signed up.
This is no longer the Fall of Vespucci, wherein the chain of command is completely gone and it's every man for himself. This is the onset of our nation and people's redemption. We must maintain unity and clarity of purpose, and remember that regardless of how our individual interactions with non-human biologics resident to the Omicrons have gone previously, we are dealing now with a different breed. We are dealing with our fellow goddamn Legionnaires, our siblings in struggle forged in Hell's own flames, who refused to let even death stop them from fulfillin' our shared mission and purpose. Even in hospital, I spent my days ensuring that we will, in all due course, receive the most unambiguous proof possible for all of the above.
I ain't askin' you all to trust the Wendigos. I ain't askin' you all to trust our blue neighbors. What I'm askin' is that you trust your superior officers, maintain discipline and focus, and extend as much temporary, reluctant, and provisional benefit of the doubt as you possibly can.
Because the second our trust is betrayed, heads will roll. I swear that much.
Oh, and those who came to me about the 333rd will be gettin' their responses in relatively short order too. Sorry for the delay, four cracked ribs and a broken arm'll do that to a lass.
Exarch With, out.
Libera Te Ex Infernis
Mihi Vindictam Ego Retribuam
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