File1, 2, & 3 for jwells:


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File1:

Oye, Beltalowda.
Listen up.
This is your Captain, and this is your ship.
This is your Moment.
You might think that you're scared, but your not.
That isn't fear.
That's your sharpness.
That's your power
We are Belters.
Nothing in the void is foreign to us.
The place we go is the place we blong.
This is no different.
No one has more right to this, none more prepared.
Inyolowda go through the Ring, call it their own, but a Belter opened it.
We are the Belt.
We are strong, we are sharp, and we don't feel fear.
This moment belong to us.
For Beltalowda! Beltalowda! Beltalowda!



File2:

This report is maybe 12 years old. Parliament buried it, and stayed buried 'til
River dug it up.
This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear 'cause there's
a whole universe of folk who're gonna know it, too.  They're gonna see it.
Somebody has to speak for these people.
Y'all got on this boat for different reason, but y'all come to the same place.
So now I'm asking more of you than I have before.  Maybe all.
As sure as I know anything, I know this: They will try again.  Maybe on
another world.  Maybe on this very ground swept clean.  A year from now, 10,
they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people... better.
And I do not
hold to that.
So no more runnin'.
I aim to misbehave.



File3:

"The soldiers of Justice of Ente Issa did all thse things.  Not to me, it is
true, and not many in Ors itself. But they did them nonetheless.
Would Seven Issa habe been any different, if it had been them here instead?"
"No, Divine," I said.
"The soldiers of Justice of Ente Issa did all those things.  Not to me, it's
true, and not to many in Ors itself. But they did them nonetheless. Would
Seven Issa have been any different, if it had been them here instead?
Lieutenant Awn sat, distressed, looking down at her unappetizing tea, unable
to answer.
It's strange.  You hear stories about ancillaries, and it seems like the most
aweful thing, the most viscerally appalling thing the Radchaai have done.
Garsedd-well, yes Garsedd, but that was a thousand years ago. This-to invade
and to take, what, half of the adult population? And turn them into walking
corpses, slaved to your ships AIs.  Turned against their own people. If you
asked me before you...annexed us, I'd have said it was a fate worse than
death."  She turned to me "Is it?"

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