The winds of change are blowing through the void. We shall plunge a sword right into Liberty's heart and twist it. They shall fear us, they shall fear the Ghost of Rheinland. I shall be taking command of the Desperation while my sister, Chevalier, will take command of the Falkenhorst. A crimson flood shall wash over these corporate rats and drown them in their own blood. The song of war echoes, an orchestra that shall reach the utmost corners of Sirius. We have already worked with Prometheus and the Technocracy in our first venture into Pennsylvania. Sadly, I do not hold much faith. Chevalier has a contact among them, and so does Freud. Chevalier's contact is some Major among the Taskforce. I will ask her to contact them and see, maybe we can win something out of that.
We shall lurk, we shall listen, and we shall see. Sudbury shall be close, quietly observed while our veil will hide us from prying eyes. The puzzle will soon be complete, I can feel it. Something is about to happen. The Sour Chorus. We must be ready, we must be vigilant. We will keep our blade sharpened and ready.
Those that stand against us shall perish in spitfire. We are the Ghost of Rheinland, and we shall bring devastation. Liberty will burn.
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