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"Summoner? I hardly even know 'er!"
-Last words of Acolyte Henry McAvoy, 34th division, 9th ComGuards.
"Sea-Bill"?
more like I'll see hell before I use one.
And yet how many ComStar employees now work for Sea Fox?
Many.
Traitors and turncoats, the lot of them. But that is no matter
So long as I live, ComStar endures.
One day, the shadow of the clans will be lifted from the Inner Sphere, and I can only pray I am there to see it.
Okay, Mister/Miss/Mx Blessed Order...
How is the rearmament going—
Oh, wait. They are all dead. And you have the Republic to thank for that. Not even the Clans.
Yes, the scions of the order are gone. The Republic cut them down, beat us into the dirt for the sins of our fathers. Five hundred years of sheparding the Inner Sphere, ensuring they would not wipe themselves out in petty folly, and that was their thanks. To disarm and abandon us.
And now the bastard children of Kerensky move in to pick the carcass clean, spreading their empire across the galaxy like a ruinous cancer in the name of a man who would be sick if he caught sight of what his people had become.
So hear this well, you rabid mongrel: I will die before I bend the knee to your disgusting wolf-king, and I shall not know peace until you inhuman, vat-grown curs are brought low by those you would seek to opress.
That empire you refer to as "spreading like a cancer" is the Star League itself.
If you were truly a member of that old blessed order, who truly believed in its real mission- not the one Toyama twisted your order into, but the one that Blake himself set out... you would join us, as so many did and continue to do.
But you will not.
Because you do not believe in that mission. You believe in power, and holding it, and hoarding it for your own benefit, like ComStar did for centuries. Like the Blakists did. Like the Blessed Order did.
You are angry that you are not on top anymore. That is understandable. But it is also counterproductive.
The Star League? Don't make me laugh.
What claim do you have to that mantle, aside from inhabiting the Sol system? Do the successor states recognize your claims? Do you have any authority at all outside your borders? Have you done anything besides bring war and make enemies?
No. All you have done is win a silly contest within your Clan empire and declare yourselves rulers of the galaxy. You are no more a Star League than I am the second coming of Great Blake. According to you, the Republic is a Star League. According to you, the Word of Blake must be a Star League.
And for you to invoke his image to sway me? To imply that he would look upon your league of lies with anything other than bare contempt? It is the highest of insults.
In truth, while I yearn for the days of ComStar's primacy, I could accept any other taking the mantle, except you.
No, you would not.
I have met many of your kind.
You say you would accept anyone else. But you would not.
Further, you say we only control the Sol system. You must be somewhere where the HPGs are still fried and the couriers do not travel. We have much more than the Sol System now.
And what is more, we have reached that point via diplomacy first and foremost. Because unlike your order, we understand that sometimes one must be open and honest in order to get what they want.
And what we want is to help.
And it seems others are eager for that help.
The wars have stopped, do you know that? At least for now, everyone seems willing to talk. Will that last? No. Everything about history has shown us that.
But the engines of war are still for once in many years. Great Houses are talking to each other for the first time in two decades.
But you do not know that, and you will probably ignore it so you can continue spouting your hate and vitriol, because that is the only thing that makes you feel anymore.
Like I said, I have met many like you.
Yes. There are many like me. Many who have had everything taken away by the depredations of your vicious barbarism.
If you intend to mock me, at least spare me your condescending lies that you want to help. All you want is control. To expand your empire until every man, woman and child in the galaxy submits to clan rule.
You've taken everything from us. Our order, our world, our freedom. All we have left now is scripture and hope, and you mock us even for that. You clan dogs will never be satisfied, not so long as there are those left in the galaxy who do not accept your evil ways.
"Sea-Bill"?
more like I'll see hell before I use one.
And yet how many ComStar employees now work for Sea Fox?
Many.
Traitors and turncoats, the lot of them. But that is no matter
So long as I live, ComStar endures.
One day, the shadow of the clans will be lifted from the Inner Sphere, and I can only pray I am there to see it.
Okay, Mister/Miss/Mx Blessed Order...
How is the rearmament going—
Oh, wait. They are all dead. And you have the Republic to thank for that. Not even the Clans.
Yes, the scions of the order are gone. The Republic cut them down, beat us into the dirt for the sins of our fathers. Five hundred years of sheparding the Inner Sphere, ensuring they would not wipe themselves out in petty folly, and that was their thanks. To disarm and abandon us.
And now the bastard children of Kerensky move in to pick the carcass clean, spreading their empire across the galaxy like a ruinous cancer in the name of a man who would be sick if he caught sight of what his people had become.
So hear this well, you rabid mongrel: I will die before I bend the knee to your disgusting wolf-king, and I shall not know peace until you inhuman, vat-grown curs are brought low by those you would seek to opress.
That empire you refer to as "spreading like a cancer" is the Star League itself.
If you were truly a member of that old blessed order, who truly believed in its real mission- not the one Toyama twisted your order into, but the one that Blake himself set out... you would join us, as so many did and continue to do.
But you will not.
Because you do not believe in that mission. You believe in power, and holding it, and hoarding it for your own benefit, like ComStar did for centuries. Like the Blakists did. Like the Blessed Order did.
You are angry that you are not on top anymore. That is understandable. But it is also counterproductive.
The Star League? Don't make me laugh.
What claim do you have to that mantle, aside from inhabiting the Sol system? Do the successor states recognize your claims? Do you have any authority at all outside your borders? Have you done anything besides bring war and make enemies?
No. All you have done is win a silly contest within your Clan empire and declare yourselves rulers of the galaxy. You are no more a Star League than I am the second coming of Great Blake. According to you, the Republic is a Star League. According to you, the Word of Blake must be a Star League.
And for you to invoke his image to sway me? To imply that he would look upon your league of lies with anything other than bare contempt? It is the highest of insults.
In truth, while I yearn for the days of ComStar's primacy, I could accept any other taking the mantle, except you.
"Sea-Bill"?
more like I'll see hell before I use one.
And yet how many ComStar employees now work for Sea Fox?
Many.
Traitors and turncoats, the lot of them. But that is no matter
So long as I live, ComStar endures.
One day, the shadow of the clans will be lifted from the Inner Sphere, and I can only pray I am there to see it.
Okay, Mister/Miss/Mx Blessed Order...
How is the rearmament going—
Oh, wait. They are all dead. And you have the Republic to thank for that. Not even the Clans.
Yes, the scions of the order are gone. The Republic cut them down, beat us into the dirt for the sins of our fathers. Five hundred years of sheparding the Inner Sphere, ensuring they would not wipe themselves out in petty folly, and that was their thanks. To disarm and abandon us.
And now the bastard children of Kerensky move in to pick the carcass clean, spreading their empire across the galaxy like a ruinous cancer in the name of a man who would be sick if he caught sight of what his people had become.
So hear this well, you rabid mongrel: I will die before I bend the knee to your disgusting wolf-king, and I shall not know peace until you inhuman, vat-grown curs are brought low by those you would seek to opress.
"Sea-Bill"?
more like I'll see hell before I use one.
And yet how many ComStar employees now work for Sea Fox?
Many.
Traitors and turncoats, the lot of them. But that is no matter
So long as I live, ComStar endures.
One day, the shadow of the clans will be lifted from the Inner Sphere, and I can only pray I am there to see it.
"Sea-Bill"?
more like I'll see hell before I use one.
"Anecdotal evidence is nothing more than evidence of an anecdote."
-One of the 476 Proverbs of Blake, stored on 14 platinum tablets at the Hilton Head facility until its destruction.
Sometimes I can still hear their voice...
"Furthermore, House Davion must be destroyed."
Well it is!
ComStar Independent Fact Checkers have determined this statement to be:
FALSE
Aff. Sometimes it is ComStar's fault!
ComStar Independent Fact Checkers have determined this statement to be:
FALSE
Note: (since 3050, it's usually the Clans)
Sometimes I can still hear their voice...
"Furthermore, House Davion must be destroyed."
Well it is!
ComStar Independent Fact Checkers have determined this statement to be:
FALSE
My dark work is complete.
BEHOLD!
Here she is! Just gotta find some more basing material. Note the stolen ComGuard arms.
We will, in fact, be noting the arms.
On an invoice to be sent with your next HPG bill.
You'll pry my c-bills from my cold, dead claws!
We certainly will, if we have to.
My dark work is complete.
BEHOLD!
Here she is! Just gotta find some more basing material. Note the stolen ComGuard arms.
We will, in fact, be noting the arms.
On an invoice to be sent with your next HPG bill.
There are comstar agents outside my leopard
why would comstar-
OH GOOD HEAVENS
fucking roaming charges for messages out side the IS I tell ya.
highway robbery.
If you have a problem with our billing structure, you are free to take your business elsewhere.
Oh wait...
What the hell is an HPG
Are you serious?
I don't feel comfortable answering that question for a Blakist.
Well that's just uncalled for.
There are comstar agents outside my leopard
why would comstar-
OH GOOD HEAVENS
fucking roaming charges for messages out side the IS I tell ya.
highway robbery.
If you have a problem with our billing structure, you are free to take your business elsewhere.
Oh wait...
What the hell is an HPG
Are you serious?
There are comstar agents outside my leopard
why would comstar-
OH GOOD HEAVENS
fucking roaming charges for messages out side the IS I tell ya.
highway robbery.
If you have a problem with our billing structure, you are free to take your business elsewhere.
Oh wait...
There are comstar agents outside my leopard
why would comstar-
OH GOOD HEAVENS
Good Afternoon.
We're here to talk about your mech's extended warranty. Have a seat.
"Legalize Nuclear Bombs"
-One of the 476 Proverbs of Blake, stored on 14 platinum tablets at the Hilton Head Facility until its destruction.
"I'm dreaming of a white christmas. But if we run out of white, I suppose I'll drink the red."
-one of the 476 Proverbs of Blake, stored on 14 platinum tablets at the Hilton Head facility until it's destruction.