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<< We've got leakers, aircraft type unknown, pushing from bearing 000. >>
\\ CRIMSON 1 \\
Crimson 1
You're a slave to history. Even after Calamity, you fight against the only order that can guarantee the safety of your people. You, solely, are responsible for this. What do you have to show for yourself, Merc? Blood and gold? A broken throne? I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up. You can't run, you can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal! I am Cascadian, you think I took joy in fighting in my homeland? Killing my own countrymen?! If you never showed up, I never would've lost all that I have. The Federation might try to forget about you, but I won't! This is for the good of the world! Die, mercenary!