"-And we of the Children of the Aether welcome those from all walks of life to experience existence without-"
The commercial cut out, seemingly intruded upon by massive man in powered armor sitting in a captain's chair some craft - But the entire bridge itself was a cheap hologram, obviously so from the little glitches of low-quality static interrupting the space around him.
The man himself was very clearly either an ID-SOL in heavy armor or a Type Four Freespacer, because a much smaller person in a regularly-sized Impulse stood right by the chair for a startling difference in height. A modulated voice, deep in timbre, began to come from him.
"I interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast because recent events have proven untenable. For too long, I have sat and waited, watching to see that the stars had maybe changed for the better. My hopes were not enough.
Too long the powers that be have done little to prevent the suffering of the many.
Too long the powers that be have caused the deaths of innocents.
No longer. No longer will I let the citizens of these nations burn and drown while their leaders continue to play war-games
From now on, people of the Yugumo Cluster and beyond can turn to the Galactic Armament Organization for support. We will not turn our back on the poor and punished peoples of this galaxy for the smallest of sins.
Where pillagers burn and raiders steal, we will be there. Where warlords ravage and monsters crawl, we will be there. And where kings and... emperors value war more than peace, we will be there.
If you find yourself in trouble, just call for us. We will not leave you behind.
My name is Decker. This will not be the last you hear from me."
The feed cut out, jumping back in the middle of an advertisement for Pan-CHOW.
The commercial cut out, seemingly intruded upon by massive man in powered armor sitting in a captain's chair some craft - But the entire bridge itself was a cheap hologram, obviously so from the little glitches of low-quality static interrupting the space around him.
The man himself was very clearly either an ID-SOL in heavy armor or a Type Four Freespacer, because a much smaller person in a regularly-sized Impulse stood right by the chair for a startling difference in height. A modulated voice, deep in timbre, began to come from him.
"I interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast because recent events have proven untenable. For too long, I have sat and waited, watching to see that the stars had maybe changed for the better. My hopes were not enough.
Too long the powers that be have done little to prevent the suffering of the many.
Too long the powers that be have caused the deaths of innocents.
No longer. No longer will I let the citizens of these nations burn and drown while their leaders continue to play war-games
From now on, people of the Yugumo Cluster and beyond can turn to the Galactic Armament Organization for support. We will not turn our back on the poor and punished peoples of this galaxy for the smallest of sins.
Where pillagers burn and raiders steal, we will be there. Where warlords ravage and monsters crawl, we will be there. And where kings and... emperors value war more than peace, we will be there.
If you find yourself in trouble, just call for us. We will not leave you behind.
My name is Decker. This will not be the last you hear from me."
The feed cut out, jumping back in the middle of an advertisement for Pan-CHOW.
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