I have been saving my first post back for something inspiring. Then today it hit me...
"Not like the brazen giant of Galaxy Legion fame, With conquering limbs astride from galaxy to galaxy to; Here at our ray-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty legion with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and its name Paladins of Galaxy Legion. From our beacon-hands Glows world-wide welcome; our mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that our spacesports frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries we With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming victims. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
_________________ Captain0Reid Starfleet Federation Cmnd, Co-Leader and Founder It's not that we're afraid, far from it, it's just that we've got this thing about death... It's not us!
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