Pay your phone bill, or else.

So long as I live, ComStar endures.

How is the rearmament going—

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

So long as I live, ComStar endures.

How is the rearmament going—

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.

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.

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.

So long as I live, ComStar endures.

How is the rearmament going—

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 long as I live, ComStar endures.

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BEHOLD!