We were just one ship, it was before the galactic times… and a broken one at that. But here we are. Thousands of years past, what anyone could ask of us. Our war is gone. The lives we had are gone. The worlds we knew have moved on. And now, all that we may have left are those standing beside us and the mark that defines us – battle after battle, fighting side-by-side together. Where you see half a crew, Marked Ones, I see family, courage, and a thousand heroes who swore to fight their way through hell before they’d ever turn their backs and run. And where you see a broken history… I see legacy. And that is always worth fighting for! If we stop now, we leave the galaxy at the mercy of those who do not respect, and those that worships only the coin. So no, Marked Ones. We shall never back down, and never be broken, not in a million years to come.
The Intentions of the Syndicate will be forever unknown to the outsiders.
Part of Galactic Union.