They say our ships belong in a scrap yard. We say the scrap yard just got faster, louder, and highly explosive.We don't need gold-plated armor or holy decrees. If it roars, it flies. If it leaks, we tape it. If it stands between us and our freedom, we melt it with a hail of Autocannon fire.
Our hulls are held together by sheer willpower and heavy-duty industrial tape, but our brotherhood is unbreakable.

Fly rusty. Shoot fast. Stay free.