Alexison

I dream of the forgotten past.
Of the battlecry that echoed all over New Eden.
Of the countless battles fought only for our own pride.
Few men have witnessed what I’ve seen.
Titans clashing together for their only true purpose, to wage the perfect war.
Massive fleets, endless in sight, vaporized because of the vanity of man.
Few true men have accomplished what they were born to be.
Gods of war.
This is what dreams are made of:
“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he whom today sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.”
Sadly my dream ends here, in the vast nothingness of space.

Pod pilots of New Eden, I salute you.
This is my legacy.