We are Rote Kapelle

Well it's been a while since RK looked collectively at our front page and re-did the wording introducing our alliance.  Through some collaboration and revisions on my part, this is are a few samples of what we came up with.  I like them both so it's going to make the "choosing" process later down the line harder =/

There are those who see the hand of god in turning hounds against their fellow man.  Zealots who proclaim their religion loudly, their "savior" providing their chains.

There are those who yearn for the freedom of their brothers so strongly, that they bind themselves as surely as if they wore a collar.

Some declare themselves free of religion while worshiping their production lines and financial devices.Others build temples of bureaucracy, chaining and sacrificing freedom in the name of securing said freedom.

There is a secret. They are all mad. And they envision themselves your master.

You wake up in the clone vat, you wake up in the clone vat, you wake up in the clone vat, and suddenly there it is, staring at you. What now?

What now?

Perhaps; you can flee empire, running to the edge of the galaxy. You can build your own civilization there. You can duplicate the errors of empire, and then YOU can be the tyrant. But now you are a virus propagating the perverse system. No longer a victim, instead the victimizer. Sufficient, though perhaps selfish.

Perhaps you can ignore your terrible knowledge. Go back to the University of Caille, lock your office door, and explain to the students how the system may be flawed, but it is all we have. Tell them to ignore the demons, because if they don't look at them, then they can't become them.

That is a lie, which will be evidenced by the corpses of those you teach.

There are those who know what you know, and are doing something about it. This insanity cannot be fought with rhetoric, and will not JUST GO AWAY. The blood of the free will spill, and where it falls, people will wake up, as if from a trance. And they will be free as well.

When you are finished running. When you are finished lying to yourself. When you are ready to fight the oppression of the system, the free men and women of Rote Kapelle will be nearby.

Rote Kapelle is a front organization for various individuals and corporations who are dedicated to the absolute destruction of the memetic and sociological chains which bind transhumans to the dead ideals of the empires. To this end, they use every tool in their grasp to fight back at the darkness of oppression.

It may be the man in the boardroom fingering his unregistered pistol under the table. It may be the mechanic working on the jump drive of the State Carrier in Luminaire. It may be the young woman walking by you right now, coat stuffed with explosives. It may be the family man building ammunition and explosives in his private workshop to fuel the revolution.

When you are ready, we are Rote Kapelle.

Alternatively :

There are those who see the hand of god in turning hounds against their fellow man.  Zealots who proclaim their religion loudly, their "savior" providing their chains.


There are those who yearn for the freedom of their brothers so strongly, that they bind themselves as surely as if they wore a collar.


Some declare themselves free of religion while worshiping their production lines and financial devices.


Others build temples of bureaucracy, chaining and sacrificing freedom in the name of securing freedom.


    There is a secret.

                        They are all mad.

                                     And they envision themselves your master.


We are expatriates and ex-patriots. We are traitors, and terrorists. Spies and infiltrators. Betrayers of their nightmare-dream. We are the discarded children of the nations that sought to enslave their very own flesh and blood, to bind and shackle us to their benefit: our toil, our tears, our sweat, our blood, for their profit. We were once you. We have removed the shackle, refuted the lie, awoken from their dream and repulsed their efforts to return us to the fold. We have found enlightenment. We are no longer their servants.

All of mankind’s children are offered the same choice that we were, of freedom or servitude, yet few have the courage and conviction to choose the path we are taking and all of the difficulties that it holds. Grizzled veterans and newborn alike, we are the revolutionaries of New Eden; we fight every day to show the people of these tyrants that they die for everything worth nothing to them. No one person is any less significant than any other in this fight. It is a war of extirpation, a war whose end is the devastation of these empires. A war on a scale never before seen, involving all, man, woman, and child.

From the heart of the empires to the edges of known space, with the self-stylized kings, queens, emperors and gods who try so hard to be separate and different, yet who only succeed at fooling themselves, we fight them all. They do not rule us any longer. We have torn the veil that blinds the common man to the truth: the truth that, be it empire or the very fringes of known space, a tyrant is a tyrant. The populace trades in freedom of the individual for the “freedom” to draw borders, to levy taxes, to write their own laws. Our blood and theirs stains the path that all must one day walk. The slaves and sycophants bleed to cover the truth. That their lives and the lives of their masters are forfeit.

One day you will find us. Some will come to hunt us, some to ridicule us, and some will simply cheer from the sidelines. You are all our enemies; those too entrenched in your ways to accept what must be, what is, and what will be. Those too afraid to choose a side are our enemy as surely as any star spanning nation. You are either with us or you are against us. There will be no sidelines in this war. No simple negotiation or notification. We claim no space - we travel with the winds of war take us, our home is amongst the stars and darkness of New Eden. What purpose to claim the stars as your own save to exclude others from them and to exert your perceived power over those you allow entry.

Every day our numbers swell with podders and freebirths alike. The family man, the pirate, from the simplest to the most enslaved are among us. The disillusioned, they came to seek the truth. They came to seek freedom, to escape from the oppression of the oligarchies that demand we all submit. When you are finished cowering in fear or sicken of turning a blind eye to the system, The day when you are ready to stop fighting for a system that only grows off your blood, join the revolution. We will never tire. We will never surrender.

When you are ready, we are Rote Kapelle.