| Ours was never a path to be travelled lightly. We have sought intellectual and physical freedom, a true release from the outdated notions and petty prejudices of the society that surrounds us- and for this, we have been ostracized. We have made great strides forward in human knowledge, understanding, and technology, raising ourselves to the stars with the glory of our achievements and casting down those unworthy- and for this, they have made us pariahs. The self-proclaimed heroes of this world would have you believe that theirs is the right way, that theirs is the good way, that somehow if one does not toe the line as they decree, you do not merely disagree with them but are in fact an abomination, some pestilential thing to be rooted out and destroyed like a tumor. They would have believe that some nebulous �greater good�- of whose flame, they assure us, they are the sole keepers- somehow justifies them, makes every petty oppression and mindless tyranny of theirs right, that it sanctifies their deeds no matter how shallow and empty. They are nothing. A rabble of children with sticks, content to play war in their brightly-colored costumes, secure in the knowledge that a mediporter and brainless city that lauds their every act like some witless dog are always there for them. The delusions in which they have steeped themselves demand that they enforce the status quo, that those who take action on their own prerogative and conscience must be viciously attacked for the heresy of thinking differently than they. And to these senseless puppets we should entrust our very survival? This is what we hoped never to face: a foe with strength and determination to rival ours. They have marshaled their strength, gathered themselves with unity, purpose, and resolve, and even as I speak, mount an attack the equal of which the world has never seen. And, even in the face of the vast legions and single purpose arrayed against them, some among the so-called heroes would sue for peace, would try to communicate, make a vain attempt to block blades with words, to overthrow death with paper. They will fail, they will fall, and they will die, mown down like wheat before a scythe as they attempt to talk, as they behold their own navels and contemplate the karma of their actions even unto the moment that their heads are struck from their bodies. We must lead them. We must show them the ways of the truly powerful, the means by which we engineer greatness. Our devastating might, our sure eye, our swift hand will reveal to them the strength of our ways, the means by which we liberate ourselves both from the Rikti and the petty taboos of a retrograde society, too frightened of the unknown to embrace the glory right before them. Those with eyes to see and minds to think will understand our power, our superiority, our freedom from all who would oppress us, be they from our world or another. Those mindless drones that remain, too timid to embrace the liberation we offer, will not have the strength of will to be anything of meaning. When our day truly dawns, when the world takes on the shape that is destined for it by our great designs, we will look back and know that these so-called �heroes� were never a match for us. The same may not be true of the Rikti. |
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