Our Octavian Marshal, We Follow You!
The Leader Aleczaender works tireless to secure our Great Octavian Fatherland. Even while he was ill with a mysterious sickness, Aleczaender worked hard to ensure that our launch would be successful and far. There is no Octavia without Aleczaender, however there is still Aleczaender without Octavia.
My Glorious Marshal, Aleczaender, The Octavian People shall serve you until our final breath. If our enemies are to ever surround us and take us hostage, we would rather die in your name for the sake of your nation.
These past few months, again and again we as your People have struggled to help you secure the stability and prosperity of our new Imperium. Comrades, join hands with your brothers and lift up your rifles, your bayonets, your sabers, YOUR VOICES, AND SEND TO ALL THE WORLD, THAT ALECZAENDER LIVES, AND HIS PEOPLE ARE MARCHING ON!
ARRIBA OCTAVIA!
VIVA PATRIA!
OCTAVIA PREVAILS!
