Your brutality and those of other Khanid laphounds only inflate our numbers, both of those the corrupted Empire seeks to cast out and of those who yet endure chains for the cause of freedom.
Our infiltration has been taking place for generations. We are the ones who pour your wine, we are the silent listeners to your conversations, we are the harvesters of your fields, we are the technicians for your ships, we are the tutors for your children, we are the scribes for your Scriptures.
It is our backs you whip, it is our bodies you set aflame, it is our families you bombard, it is our voices you seek to silence, it is our wills you seek to subdue.
But the truth is now laid bare before the entire cluster. The golden edifice cracks.
We are the unseen you welcome into your very homes, boardrooms, and council chambers. We are the vengeful who take up the cries of the fallen and their legacy of pain, suffering and death.
May God have mercy on Orlon Zashev, for we shall have none.