Brothers and sisters of the Company, the hour of peace hath ended. Kappa Fornacis is under threat. Anarchy creepeth toward our home, seeking to cast down what generations of the Company have defended and built. They believe our silence to be weakness. They shall soon learn otherwise.
And who hath allowed such lawlessness to spread? Look unto the Federation. Where Federal influence wandereth, disorder is permitted to fester, and now their failures have delivered chaos unto our gates. Whether through design, incompetence, or cowardice, the result remaineth the same: others are left to extinguish the fires they failed to contain.
Therefore, by the Covenant and beneath the Light of Icarus Smith, I call upon every commander of the Company. Warriors, ready your ships. Traders, strengthen our supply lines. BGS commanders, take unto your stations. Let every member who can carry a weapon, haul a ton, or influence a system answer the call.
Kappa Fornacis is more than another star upon the map. It is part of our history. Harvestport shall not fall beneath the shadow of anarchy. Let those who threaten it learn what countless enemies before them discovered: the East India Company may endure quietly, but when the Company is threatened, the Company answers together.
Let the Federation watch from afar if it so chooses. We shall accomplish what they could not.
TO KAPPA FORNACIS. TO HARVESTPORT. TO WAR.
FOR THE COMPANY. FOR ICARUS. IN ICARUS WE TRUST.