ling. Every spike, a declaration of freedom. Every thunderblast, a declaration of sovereignty. The Mass Drivers would flash, marking dawn upon
    the invaders to signal the humanity made its stand here, and it shall persevere. The warhead that it would expel was our fist that would smite them from
    our sky. I did not know who have we fought against at that time, but at that moment, and ever since, I never looked at the night sky the same way again. I
    believe that that sky is our home.” -Written by