I am not a man for luxury and wine cups. These shoulders and these long fingures did not win their strength for a career of ease. If the battlefield is cruel and the fighting harsh, God will be my associate, and my fortunes will triumph. You will se how I acquite myself in the fray, how on my rose-colored charger I plunge into bloodshed. When I cover my breast with armour, the world will have reason to fear me and tremble. No fortress that has once suffered the onslaught of my mace will again call for engines of war to guard it. When my lance goes into battle, even a stone will have its heart drenched in blood.

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GA Zo'us

-- Grand Admiral Zo'us (), July 29, 1997