Han frigjorde oss, nå takker vi.
A large chunk of Unralith elders praise this man they know as The Liberator, the one who freed them with the mighty bite of his sword and the smite of his rifle. A warrior who was unmatched by even the best of Noveon's soldiers. A slayer of their oppressors and a bringer of peace. Streaking towards the facility like fire with his sword gleaming in the fire and ashes of the oppressors- but also the sun of freedom.
His mighty sword sliced trough what they thought to be indestructible, it killed those who they thought to be unkillable, it punished those who they thought to be unpunishable.
A signal was sent out to The Galactic British Empire (@KrankysFirebrand48 ). It contained a bunch of sentences, a phrase in an unknown language, and a set of coordinates- thought to be barren and in ruin from the time of Noveon. It called for a specific man... Commander Gosha.
Come to us and cleanse us, Liberator.