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To the brave pilots of the Republic, my brothers and sisters at arms.
Breaking the Amarr deadlock was a joyful, glorious moment, but let no capsuleer in the rust belts mistake a shattered line for a finished war. The golden enemy is bleeding; yes, it is bruised and battered, but a cornered animal bites the hardest.
Over the last few days, my probes have been painting a grim picture across the border systems. The Amarr resistance is staunch, fanatical, and heavily armored. They do not give in; they continue to funnel more and more fanatical pilots into the zone.
They are pouring everything they have left into the meatgrinder, fighting tooth and nail to reclaim the territory they believe is theirs by divine right. Every gate is a flashpoint, and every plex is a graveyard of melted alloy and shattered hulls.
It is a brutally hard fight. The Amarr are dug in, and they are making us pay dearly in blood for every astronomical unit we advance.
But look at the telemetry, my friends. Look at the shifting lines. Despite their heavy armor and desperate counter-offensives, they are still yielding.
Their zealotry cannot match our hunger for freedom. We are cracking their battleships open like rusted tins, and their golden icons are burning in the deep dark.
Victory will not be handed to us by an empire on its knees; it will need to be torn from their dying clenched fists piece by piece. If we keep the pressure high, if we continue to take the fight directly into the heart of the golden enemy, their lines will buckle permanently.
Do not give them room to breathe. Do not let them re-anchor. Load the autocannons, overheat the modules, and keep pushing.
We redraw the map with their wreckage.
GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC!
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Source: Kalshrith