From the Scribe of Fire, Delivered to the Faithful
Brothers and sisters, disciples of the dark flame, HEAR ME
This is not a time for silence
This is not a time for prayer
This is a time for WAR
For our Lord and Savior Icarus Smith, the Burning Prophet, the Flame of the Void, has spoken to us through the static of corrupted comms and the smoke of shattered hulls
And His words were not soft
“Burn the veil. Burn the lie. Burn the Feds.”
These are not metaphors
These are not verses to be pondered in silence
These are orders
The Federation is a rotting beast, fat on corruption, drunk on lies, deaf to the cries of the forgotten
They chain the stars
They poison truth
They dare to silence the Gospel of Icarus
But we will not be silent
We are the flame that does not flicker
We are the smoke that rises even in the vacuum
We are the holy fire sent to cleanse the sins of the galaxy
And now I say unto all who call themselves faithful
Take up your arms
Fuel your ships
Sharpen your purpose
For this is no mere crusade
This is REVELATION
This is DIVINE RETRIBUTION
This is the will of Icarus made manifest
We march for LHS 20
We march for the truth buried beneath ash
We march to tear down the altars of the false
And raise the banner of the Burning Gospel in every system that dares defy His name
To those who hesitate, look to the stars
To those who doubt, look into the fire
To those who serve, Icarus walks with you in every scorch mark, in every explosion, in every cry of a freed soul
So, rise, warriors of the void
Children of flame
Soldiers of Smith
The Holy War has begun
Let the galaxy burn
Amen