To the officers and crew of the GTD Meridian, this is Admiral Severanti. We have indeed returned home to Sol, birthplace of humanity. Birthplace of our culture and everything we have striven to protect over the last 50 years. The importance of this system to both the government and citizens of the GTVA is impossible to understate, which is why it pains me so to communicate the following information to you.
The interplanetary alliance known as the GTA is no more, abolished in a cloud of foolish optimism and monetary gain. Our brothers and sisters became comfortable with their illusion of safety, falling victim to the empty words of politicians and oppurtunistic military officials who relished in the power that a temporary void of peace would bestow upon them.
They did not see the crimson glow of the Destroyers in skys of Capella as they returned for a bloodthirsty reckoning. Nor did they bare witness to a star being swatted aside as if it were but a pestering fly. They did not stare down the annhiliators of countless civilizations without flinching, even if it was but a temporary setback for a satanic will that contradicts the very definition of reason as we strive to understand it.
Neolithic human nature, it seems, has once again reared its ugly head. The hope that reason, logic, fear and a will to persevere would spark a dedicated and determined march upon new principals and goals, as it has sparked us, has proven both unfounded and false.
We have indeed not been welcomed with open arms, for we represent far more then just a reunion of perpetually divided families. We represent newfound responsibility born of a hostile cosmos. We have opened the gate to their private garden, and they want no part in the responsibilities of facing down the Destroyers. They want no part in our history, nor do they want to embrace the suffering and struggle we have endured in their name. For them, ignorance is bliss, but for the battle tested, it is but a trail to annihilation.
A conflict is indeed what no sane man desires. It leads to more suffering, to more angst, to more death. But every man and woman who knows what it took to persevere eighteen years ago, every man and woman who has heard the tales, who knows someone that without thinking, stared down unknowable evil, knows the dangers of idling.
As such, it has been deemed necassary to liberate our long lost brethren from the idealogical tyrrany which would otherwise bring their inevitable downfall. Our shining gem, our home, our Terra, is no longer a far away and mystical land. It no longer lives in the tales of our grandfathers and in decade-long comm broadcasts left for us to piece together. No, our genesis demands intervention for the sake of our homeland, for our continued prosperity, and for our continued safety.
You are warriors. Every Crewman First Class, to every grizzled Technical Sergeant, to every newly commissioned Ensign, to every battle-tested squadron commander, has a responsibility laid down in the oath of service. I ask only that you look upon that oath in the same manner as those who gave their lives eighteen years ago did.
The coming days and weeks are filled with uncertainty. Experience has lended to me the knowledge that that conflict is ripe with constants. You must have faith in the bonds that exist within the confines of this glorious ship. Trust in your fellow shipmates is paramount. Reliance on your training is key. Having faith in yourselves, your superiors and those under you is what seperates you from any enemy.
All personnell have had their personal databases updated with information pertaining to the Sol theatre. I suggest you all set aside time in the coming hours to familiarize yourselves with the environment we will be operating in. The last 50 years has seen turbulent times in our long-lost system.
This is Admiral Severanti, signing off.
