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Freelancer Introduction

Narrator: It was the 23rd century. Mankind’s darkest hour.
Computer: Heart rate and respiration: nominal. Life support on-line. Initiating cryogenic freezing. Commencing pod lock-down.
Sleeper Ship: …to Control. IR is complete. Bringing navigation systems on-line.
Control: Copy that. Green-green across the board.
Sleeper Ship: Good to hear. Bringing primary engines on-line. How’s it looking up there?
Control: All systems are go. Launch in T minus ten mintues and counting.
Sleeper Ship: Control? Incoming hostiles, ten minutes out. Should I abort?
Control: Negative. Launch is still a go.
Coalition Ground Assault
Narrator: The war had been raging for almost a hundred years. We had been fighting for so long no-one could remember the reason why it had all started in the first place. All we knew is that there were two sides: The Coalition and The Alliance. For decades, millions died for the same piece of rock again and again. Finally, one side managed to gain the upper hand: The Coalition.
Coalition Carrier Assault
Control: Coalition carriers coming out of jump. All fighters engage! ASF One, we have lift-off. ASF Two, you are clear. Three is a go.
Narrator: In desperation, the Alliance launched five sleeper ships. The hope was for them to begin again far from the war and strife that had befallen Earth, to start free from the prejudices that had divided us for so long. Each sleeper ship was christened after its patron nation: The Bretonia. The Rheinland. The Hispania. The Kusari. The Liberty.
Escorts: I think we got them! Yee-haw!
Alliance Sleeper Ship Flight
Narrator: Against all odds, the colony ships broke through the Coalition blockade and headed for the Sirius system. That was 800 years ago, when we came here to rebuild our lives. We’ve come a long way since then. We have grown. We have prospered. We have flourished. But we will never forget.

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