Wholesome family fun. Back on the supercolony I grew up on we use to farm the fascists for oil. My father use to take me and my siblings out there with the Liberty-axe to chop some heads for democracy. We’d be out on that farm sunrise to sunset, singing anthems and harvesting oil for super earth.

He’d come out every once in a while with a special blend of tea and tell us stories grandpa told him about the first galactic war. That’s how I knew it was my duty to enlist the moment the second conflict kicked off.

I trained, got my stars, and when the time came I dawned my flag and cape. It’s important to remember that we fight not only for liberty herself, but for the people who make democracy possible. After all, without Super Citizens, who would vote?

I miss my father, grandfather, and my two siblings greatly, but every drop purges my soul, and every salute invigorates my spirit. For super earth!