Then out spake brave RA Nemesis, The Captain of the Vale: "To every Pilot in this space Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his Coalition, And the temples of his Gods.
Somewhere in the ashes of mighty empires there lies the remains of all those we left behind. When you turn to look behind you, their presence heavily presses against your back. Stooping your shoulders as their shattered dreams and broken promises turn every future sweet to bitter bile in your mouth.