Oye, Beltalowda.

Listen up.

This is your Captain, and this is your ship.

This is your moment.

You might think that you're scared, but you're not.

That isn't fear.

That's your sharpness.

That's your power.

We are Belters.

Nothing in the void is foreign to us.

The place we go is the place we belong.

This is no different.

No one has more right to this, none more prepared.

Inyalowda go through the Ring, call it their own, but a Belter opened it.

We are the Belt.

We are strong, we are sharp, and we don't feel fear.

This moment belong to us.

For Beltalowda! Beltalowda! Beltalowda!