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We are the chosen ones, born of the divine. We are shaped in the image of the Great Masters, born to serve them in the infinite depths. We are warriors, wise men, fathers... masters. And this is the time of our ordeal, the Great Silence, when we will prove ourselves worthy to join the immortal gods and hear their voices once again!
It took years to rise from the world of our spawning. It took decades to reap the wisdom of our first quarry. But our wiles are unlimited, and our thirst for knowledge, strong. We have laid quietly in the shadows for more than a century, skulking upon the darkened hulls of dead ships, raiding the periphery for slaves... and secrets. We tear upon flesh and steel, mind and memory chip, seeking the spark of truth, seeking the gods of our birth! And always, we hunger for more...
The time has come... We can wait no longer for the Great Masters to return! Our numbers increase daily! Our children hunger! Our females lust for war! This galaxy is not worthy of its gods! Overrun by ignorant, heretic slaves, mindless insects, pompous lizards, chattering apes, blasphemous rebels. It is time to teach them all their place in the great scheme! They will learn to serve their betters...or die!
As it was commanded, so it shall be done! We will sweep all enemies from our path. In the darkness of this galaxy, we will forge an empire of light! We will be worthy! We will find the gods! Wherever they are hiding... We will end their silence and become their claws once again!
Born of fire! Born of steel! Born of science! Born of blood...
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