Beating Crows with a Rifter

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wormholes up with our exploded pods.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the auto cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful space.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest Capsuleer.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And secured their missiles for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in Hi Sec, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Rixx, Phoenix, and Saint Bob!'

- Czar, New Jovian Exploration Department [ABA]


  1. Read aloud, in a smarmy Kenneth accent, this works quite well.

    If only one could utilize the CQ assets to lyp synch and motion capture this for an Alliance Tourney Ad.


  2. [Rixx stalks around the exultant ABA members in the Station Lounge]

    Peace! Stand back! Be silent. Be still.

    [pilots stand silently]

    That's it. And look upon this moment.
    Savor it. Rejoice with great gladness.
    Great gladness.

    [A weak cheer begins again, dying to nothing at a piercing glance from Rixx]

    Remember it, always... for you are joined by it.

    You are one, under the stars.

    Remember it well then, this night ... this great victory.

    So that in the years ahead you can say, ''I was there, that night, with Rixx Javix and ABA"

    For it is the doom of men that they forget.

  3. When all is lost and ones last breath approaches, be assured you shall not be forgotten. The stars will remember.