Fighting With Faith- Seventh Entry

+Sector Command
Meeting Room 0491
Administratum Block #69-098
192087.41M
Pict Recording Device #453

+Data recording initiated…
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>Verified>>
>A- Alphaues Leetol, Commissar of Asat System
>W- Chandroil Ngot, Sector Commander of Asat System


+Recording intiation
> A: Good day, Sector Commander Chandroil.
>W: Good day to you too, Alphaues Leetol.
>A: Tell me, why.
>W: Ah, you are not the long winded type, I like it.
>A: Indeed. It isn’t my type to be such, for only such types are to be abhorred by the Emperor, and his minions. And such fools only fail in their doings.
>W: Unless such fools are not as foolish as you thought but are actually meticulous and ultimately succeed in the end.
>A: You haven’t answered my question.
>W:Ah, yes, let’s not digress shall we? Tell me, how long have you lived?
>A: Sixty-two standard years.
>W: And do you ensure that you are kept abreast of the happenings within the Asat system, and without?
>A: It is my duty and responsibility to analysis every economic and military happenings within the Imperium.
>W: Obviously. Then tell me, what impression do you get on how the Imperium regards us, Asat System inhabitants?
>A: They favoured us and redeemed us from the Emperor damned Orks and inducted us into the mighty Imperium.
>W: Alphaues! I though you were not the long winded type. My question still stands unanswered. Even if you thought it was, it is wrong, and you know it.
>A: Emperor’s throne! Our system is one of the finest in the Imperium! We provide priceless Frazium for the Emperor’s holy work!
>W: Then I am afraid you are as eluded from the truth as even two yot old children are.
>A: Damn it, Chandroil, I do know.
>W: Well done. In summary, the Imperium has just looked upon us as mindless pawns, fawning at their lap, exercising our faith by harvesting Frazium fragments and handing it over to the outstretched hands of the ever consuming war efforts raging throughout the Imperium. All of us know just how potent Frazium is and the High Lords of Damn Terra knows better!
>A: I assume you are close to answering my question.
>W: The answer is right in front of you my dear Alphaues! Don’t you see? We are taking the initiative to establish ourselves as a prosperous system, devoid of any consolation or protection from any Emperor damn blessed governor and leader! We shall take the banner upon our shoulders ourselves and lead our people before the Imperium! But before that, we have to ready our work…
>A: Even at the expense of the lives of our men and the declination of reinforcements offered?! We have only around five years before the swarm hits us!
>W: YES! Even at the expense of the lives of our men and the declination of reinforcements offered! This is our chance to prove ourselves to the Imperium that we are economically, socially and militarily independently dependable. There is no better chance.
>A: You know how well how easily Hive Fleet Plethro could be baited to other systems militarily stronger and the battle be gone us. We will be crushed. We will perish.
>W: This isn’t a matter of fighting; it is a matter of faith. Be gone.

+Dialogue concluded.
>Saving… … …
>Saved