Adoulin looks into the camera from his podium on the stage which is broadcasting to all Intaki newsfeeds and anyone else who else is tuned in.
"Namas friends and f-fellow patriots of the Intaki sovereignty and the r-r-rest of the cluster,
My name’s Ulyuudh Scrycuum Adoulin, and I-I wish to ask this ques-s-stion… " he starts off with a soft and calm tone within his words.
He takes a deep breath as he’s trying not to stutter while looking straight into the audience.
“Do you know what Free Will is? It is a chaotic, yet beautiful, nature that can create and destroy life in any way possible. It is a gift but not from man… We forget that it is in our nature… That it is given to us before birth or, even, eons before our souls form into existence… Free will allows us to gain freedom, so we can live the way we wish and be free from distant tyrants. That is our individual right, and some wish to try to usurp that away…”
The camera pans out as he walks from right to left across the stage with comfortably paced stride.
“My people, my people,
WE have lived in the rule of tyrants as there are more to come to light from all corners of the cluster and beyond, but there is a tyrannical rat that cares to skurry in the cover of darkness where other rats have the decency of showing their true colors in the light… They like to parade and praise themselves as heroes of democracy. They hope to spread their theology of rule through what is their democracy and their self-righteous acts by forcing their ways upon other people who yet convert to their ideals… Is this what democracy is?”
He walks back to his podium.
“NO!” he says with a great boom in his voice.
He stops dead in his tracks as he swings his arm horizontally in acting as if he is cutting off something in front of him then he stays silent to compose himself once again.
“This was seen within the antebellum Gallente Federation before the Gallente-Caldari War…” he says this as simulated images and footage shows up onto the background screen.
“The Caldari was acting in part of one of their individual and independent corporations to gain new territory as a corporation, not a State… so the Gallente answered with blockading and bombarding Caldari Prime…” as he says this, footage of the original Caldari Prime being shrouded and shoot by Gallente ships shows up behind him then it switches to an image a Caldari mother trying to shield her child from their possible death.
“The Federation wanted nothing less but to control the Corporate-State and dictate their actions… As many escaped to their new home, New Caldari Prime… that’s when it happened,” he says then pauses with a sudden halt.
“A good part of our people, our sovereignty, which, we know as the Syndicate, wanted independence from the Federation by fighting the Gallente due to the shady dealings and decisions of the Federation, such as the two recent botched and rigged elections. The Federation dealt with this by exiling people who fought against this tyranny… They were possibly your family or your friends, but, in the end, they are heroes. They fought for freedom for the next generation that would come after them. Even though they lost, they won due to their struggle to show us what we can do if we were to fight against our distant tyrant…” as he says that last bit with a boom in his voice, he points to the distance.
“Even the Miminatar in their current state know that the Federation is just another version of their former slaveholders. They are just preaching another gospel, masked by democracy, and they were, like the Caldari when they were with the Federation, being “influenced” to adopt their version of democracy. They fight for the weak then expect that since that they “saved” the weak entity, they should be a little-ling and dwarf version of the Federation, so the Federation can be the puppet master over its subjects,” he takes a moment to collect his breath and skim his notes.
“Even as a day-to-day child, the baseliner is trained to support the ways of the Federation and would be the Federation’s spy while being deep within the other Empires… Many rights are given to the rich while the poor suffer and become the Federation’s destitute. They are given glossy and shiny indulgences and false security of rights to mask the fact that the Federation’s nothing but shady with its bureaucracy… The Federation is like rats in the sewer… I am from Maatrukaanan, where some of the Parivaars are like massive or tiny mafias where dirty dealings are common, but there is a big deal of respect, honor, and family, and disputes are handled through conversations and civil debates, yet there is no perfect society…” he pauses to collect his thoughts then he continues without little falter within his voice.
“That is no excuse for tyrants that seek power from the weak… It’s our right to fight for what’s right, to be our own people, to be free, and to live though it may cause more problems, so we would have to create more solutions and more problems because everything is in a cycle. Like life and death… It is that way so that we may learn more than what we did before… There is always a cycle in some way. It is our “Way,” our Ida, our individual path to be reborn and learn. Free will is beautiful but chaotic, so it will always have a cycle of creation and destruction, and man is the conduit… As the cycle continues, there is a balance of things, a need for moderation, a time for war and for peace, a time for love and for hate, so why does freedom ever have to wait?”
He pauses with his speech as a few hecklers spoke from the crowd and spoke their minds with rebuking and some in profanity then continues on after thanking them for their presence and valued opinions, and with a deep, furrowing glare, he looks into the camera with his cold, pale eyes “I’ll tell you all this now. We may be few, but we are many… A storm’s coming, and it’ll bring upon the apocalypse and a new cycle,” he says with a statue like prowess with little to no emotion in his gaze.
As he walks off the stage, the camera’s start to cut the feed, and it all goes black with the crowd being a mix of boo’s and cheers while many are silent.