| We, who once crested the waves of the great astral sea…
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| and who now must strive again for the domination of the stars…
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| Entreaty of the Fourth Moon’s Keymaster: Awaken… awaken! |
| Tellurian sphere!
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| Awaken! |
| Beckon the moon… Tellurian!
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| Resurgent… beneath the moon… Ephemeral… Dreaming forever…
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| The Prime Voyager: Dreaming forever!
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| Zurra: The great lunar seal is broken…
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| we are free… free to rule!
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| It is time… it is time!
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| The Prime Voyager: For more than ten times a thousand years
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| have we slept beneath these cratered, lifeless stones…
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| The Lexicon’s crystalline core has at last been reactivated…
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| We have heard the sighing of a thousand souls…
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| now at last we shall hearken once more to the siren call of the cosmos.
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| Zurra: Fools! |
| The Darklight Portal has grown strong.
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| Only one moon remains in orbit.
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| The mewling ape-spawned humans have discovered the icosahedron and the
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| Lexicon’s call can once again be heard
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| throughout the stars,
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| beckoning my ireful brethren to return to the slaughterous embrace of the fray!
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| We have won! |
| The orb azure is ours…
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| ours to enslave!
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| The Prime Voyager: You! |
| You who have embraced the insidious manipulations of
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| the Terran Lords of Chaos…
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| You who pledged your devotion to our darksome foe…
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| Be gone from my sight, traitor!
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| Come, fellowship of weary travellers…
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| the war is far from won. |
| Cast off the shackles of slumber…
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| the galaxy whispers our name. |