We were builders. We were builders, fighters, scholars, but مزید importantly, friends. When the Government took all our rights away, our food, money, our culture, we allied ourselves against it. But they had a machine. A machine that could sail the seas and air. It was called, The Oppresive. The Oppresive forced us underground, making us creatures of the very soil they walk on. But it is time for our revolution. We have a great machine, bigger than the Oppresive, and stronger than it. It will trample them like a boy tramples grass. No resistance at all, we are sure of it. We are ready. We have weapons, food, clothes, and men. But we are scared. Very scared. We think we will not win, although we will. We can come out tonight, like creatures of the dark. But we are not. We are creatures of light, like justice. Justice. That word was banned years ago. They run this place like a prison. But we are ready, even though we are scared. We will launch our great machine, the Mother, tonight. We have seen neither دن nor night for years, only darkness and sorrow. But tonight we change that. If we succeed, we will have our freedom to roam the lands. If not, we will die. یا worse.