[WORDS GLEANED FROM THE CRYSTAL OF MEMORY:]
From a time beyond time, we come.
We, who once crested the waves of the great
astral sea...
and who now must strive again for the domination of the stars...
[ENTREATY OF THE FOURTH MOON'S
KEYMASTER:]
Awaken... awaken! Tellurian sphere!
Awaken! Beckon the moon... Tellurian!
Resurgent... beneath the moon...
Ephemeral... Dreaming forever...
[THE PRIME VOYAGER:]
Dreaming forever!
[ZURRA:]
The great lunar seal is
broken...
we are free... free to rule!
It is time... it is time!
[THE PRIME VOYAGER:]
For more than ten times a thousand
years
have we slept beneath these cratered, lifeless stones...
The Lexicon's crystalline core has at last been reactivated...
We
have heard the sighing of a thousand souls...
now at last we shall hearken once more to the siren call of the
cosmos.
[ZURRA:]
Fools! The Darklight Portal has grown strong.
Only one moon remains in orbit.
The mewling ape-spawned
humans have discovered the icosahedron
and the Lexicon's call can once again be heard throughout the stars,
beckoning my ireful
brethren to return to the slaughterous embrace of the fray!
We have won! The orb azure is ours... ours to enslave!
[THE PRIME
VOYAGER:]
You! You who have embraced the insidious manipulations
of the Terran Lords of Chaos...
You who pledged your devotion to
our darksome foe...
Be gone from my sight, traitor!
Come, fellowship of weary travellers...
the war is far from won. Cast off the
shackles of slumber...
the galaxy whispers our name.
[ENTREATY OF THE FOURTH MOON'S KEYMASTER:]
Awaken! Beckon the moon!
Resurgent... enslave the stars!
[ZURRA:]
My power is absolute... greater even than that of Angsaar himself!
I shall crush the
Tellurian sphere,
and the flaccid lickspittles who strive in vain to safeguard it!
Yes... The dreaming is over!
Now, let the
vengeance begin!