My fellow Desovans, I come to you concerning a grave matter.
This great nation was forged in the wake of terrible atrocities - first those committed by the Laythian government against its own people, and then those inflicted upon us by the Fortisian menace. Clifford Desovo, that great man, founded this country as a sanctuary for those crushed beneath the boot of Laythian corruption, a place where we might finally live in peace, free from the oppression of all who would do us harm. And yet he was struck down by a Fortisian agent - you know well how the war that followed came to end.
When we at last emerged from that dark chapter, we joined our brothers in Veiid so that we might never again face such cruelty or oppression. But today, just as the powers who once demanded we bow, who demanded we grovel, have appearead. As I speak, Solarian naval vessels sit off our shores, menacing us just as the Laythians and Fortisians did before them.
This we cannot permit.
I have asked you before to fight for this land, this beautiful country - to give your lives for what must be done. Should the Solarians refuse to withdraw from our waters, I ask you once more to lend me your strength.
Long live Desovo!
