Five years ago today I pressed the buttons and filed the papers that incorporated the Star Fraction as the Star Cluster's first (and so far only) bold association of radical freespacers committed to promotion individual sovereignty and opposing imperialist dogma and statist tyranny in every rotten manifested form. It seems a lifetime ago, but to we immortals of post-humanity it is a mere eye-blink in the tapestry of stars, a moment of glorious folly and thunderous achievement when humankind rises from the dark-ages of religious and political submission to status quo and truly looks to the stars to dream themselves amongst the luminous constellations there.

Much has changed across the years. Back then I was still considered persona non grata by the fluidcom relay council following the aftershocks and immense political manoeuvring of the Great Northern War, whose nefarious patriarchs on the territorialist side held me personally to blame for many of their defeats and had demanded my silence in stentorian tones of the powers that be. But even muted the message of revolution and resistance cannot be silenced and other free captains of the Fraction carried the torch of freedom on these forums and my own cousin Jasmine Constantine took responsibility for announcing the foundation of the alliance we all planned.

Those words so full of hope and vigour, of our promise to endure, to strive and overcome all obstacles and challenges, to remain true to the vision of our own sovereign individuality remain as strong and pertinent today as they were then and when I see reflected in the eyes of my comrades who have remained as devoted as I to this cause I feel nothing but pride and love in that camaraderie and know we have achieved a wonder and changed the universe for the better:

“The Star Fraction is our hope and our future; a union of disparate post-humans brought close by their very disparity and individual dreams for tomorrow. This is not a futurist utopian march or tyranny of conformity in perfection, no; it is instead the expression of freedom on a vital and personal level, a messy and inexact freedom, a freedom to struggle and strive and freedom to suffer, but at the last a freedom to experience and make of individual destiny the room to manoeuvre in the culture of memetic evolution that is so poisonous elsewhere to the very spirit of man and human endeavour both.

We finally have the chance to make of our own future a blank and unknown slate of wild possibility, and surely there can be no finer promise than a future society will deny nothing, control nothing, and merely facilitate the triumph or failings of human creativity without the dead hand of colonial control and bureaucratic imperialism to detriment of change and sweet potential. Freedom is the freedom to make a choice from a broader cross section of possibility. Star Fraction is an expression of rebellious vision and stubborn reckless chutzpah in the face of authority. Trust nothing beyond the outcome of healthy cynicism and eccentric individualism combined with reckless passion and the courage to dream.

If we fail, let’s fail because we set our sights too high and not because we did not dare to dream.”

Well, we dared to dream. And we have kept on dreaming through the years rolling past. And now that the fifth anniversary of our founding it is right to remember the history and achievements of this great alliance and the impact we have made on the Star Cluster.

We founded on the principles expressed we honour today, a union of freespacers and political anarchists, non-conformists and visionaries and at the beginning the CEO’s of Jericho Fraction, Omerta Syndicate, Azrael's Diciples, Tenax Inc, Glamour Bunnies, Freelance Council, Tarsis Shriners and Throne Worlds Church of Sin and Absolution made arrangements and normalized standings across each corporation as we established the Alliance structure and council to run diplomatic and military affairs. It was as you can imagine a chaotic and confused time; there were still ideological disputes between member corps, differences in opinion on justified use of military force. Yet we were NRDS from the founding and operated then as we do now on the principle of assuming respect from neutrals and conducting ourselves honourably in all grades of frontier space.

And our first crisis wasn’t long in coming. The growing Amarrian loyalist power block naming itself Curatores Veritatis Alliance had been awarded possession of 500 “house slaves” by a corrupt holder of the Amarrian empire for services to imperialism and corruption and we took a vote in the Star Fraction to condemn and threaten direct action unless these slaves were freed and given leave to return to their people rather being paraded as trophies for cowardly nationalists. The deadline approached and passed and CVA (then an empire alliance including PIE.) refused to release these unfortunates and left us with the decision either to back down from our stated position like faithless blowhards or declare war.

A further vote amongst the owner captains was for war, but even before the first blows were struck there were casualties. Two of our founder corporations decided they couldn’t sanction the decision: Glamour Bunnies were opposed to all notion of outgoing military action and declared pacifism their ongoing position, and Throne Worlds Church of Sin and Absolution declared their own demand to be allowed to keep slaves as their chosen right and felt it wrong to condemn others for their own pleasures. Needless to say both of these corporations left the Star Fraction on the ideological gulf clearly expressed.

So battle came and destruction raged, the forces of the Fraction hunted the Amarrian loyalists mercilessly and for almost six weeks the tide of war turned this way and that and neither side had advantage. It was a test on the anvil of commitment for some though, and while the Great Northern War veterans of Jericho Fraction had experienced such fighting before, many of the other alliance pilots come fresh to the conflict found the continual loss of material and life disheartening and we were finding it difficult to gain sustained superiority in space over the Amarrian crusaders and their implacable allies. Mercenaries were hired against us and despatched, dirty tricks were employed, manipulation and propaganda, and more ceaseless slaughter as the war continued and at the last the Star Fraction itself shattered as all four remaining corporations besides Jericho announced themselves unable to continue with warfare at this magnitude and needed pause for refits and economic recovery.

With reluctance I withdrew the war declaration against Curatores Veritatis Alliance and noted that while we were near to 50/50 on weight of destruction and casualties inflicted we had not broken their morale while they in turn at seriously impacted the internal stability of the Fraction itself. Still, they obviously hadn’t faired too well themselves because no counter declaration was made and for a time an uneasy silence would reign between the remaining Free Captains of the Star Fraction and the Amarrian loyalists. I told myself the time would come when we’d see the Golden Fleet burning in the Skies of Amarr Prime at the hands of the Star Fraction and in time ... it did.

But this period we refer to inside the Fraction as SF MK1. It was a bright beginning, with much idealism and the same core philosophies we honour today, but it was fragile, we’d made the mistake of binding our cause with those entities not fully capable of the revolutionary fervour and enduring commitment needed to fight the implacable enemies of freedom we knew in our hearts stood jailor to the future of humanity against the distant stars. But those who dare must take risks and chances and we would continue again and again to reach our hands out to comrades, rejoice when strength and fellow-feeling was found, shrug and strive again when disappointments arose. The history of anarchist rebellion is a tapestry of defeats woven from a shining unbroken thread of glorious possibility, while we live the dream remains and that gleaming cord shows us way to the future.

So a time in the wilderness of Pureblind, Curse, and even the Drone regions saw Jericho Fraction recover its poise and find new friends and revolutionary heroes as we planned a grand scouring of capsuleer nationalism from the inner worlds (for we’d seen the contagion of imperialism carried by such vectors and used to justify the closed-border xenophobia of the bandit kingdoms of nullsec.)

For like children aping the criminal violence of abusive parents, the brigand-settlers of the frontier were increasingly seeing themselves as justified in road-blocking and murder as “legal” sons and daughters of the imperialists in Caldari, Amarr, Gallente and even Republican Matari colours. We condemned nationalism and brought a wave of destruction and burning liberation against all the scions of imperialist delusion across the capsuleer nationalism movement – all who used their immortality to chain their fellow humans to wage-slavery, industrial serfdom, bondage and petty bureaucratic cruelties would be potential targets while the revolutionary heroes of the Star Fraction brought fire and fury to the villains in dramatic obliteration of nationalist pride.

The Kimotoro Directive was annihilated completely with a brilliant campaign from a revitalized Star Fraction over the course of a brutal six weeks of fighting. The Amarrian bloc deployed desperately to prop up this Caldari Nationalist alliance to no avail and its expeditionary forces were routed and chased from the warzone in good measure. Again we were countered by some mercenary intervention but no significant distraction was scored. During the campaign we cooperated with Gurista and Sani Sabik elements in lowsec where appropriate against our nationalist targets and the brutality of the ultimate victory sent shockwaves across capsuleer nationalism across the Star Cluster. This was a wakeup call to those who had discounted anarchist activity and propaganda-of-the-deed. There were consequences now to standing jailor to baseline liberation.

The Cyrene Initiative was next. Gallente nationalism was close to the Caldari bureaucracy in its capacity to stifle individual sovereignty, and we’d long supported the true aspirations of the Intaki people to be free to choose their own destiny. This campaign was even quicker. It took just 34 days to obliterate the Gallente Nationalist entity Cyrene, to destroy their defence towers in lowsec and drive their combat fleets to humiliating and total collapse. On occasion we cooperated with the Intaki Union where appropriate to both entities And it gives me a lot of pleasure to know that many of those Intaki fighters from that war have become Free Captains of the Star Fraction today.

But while we worked the CVA itself hadn’t been idle and using trickery and base betrayals they intended to steal the freespace outposts erected in Providence by our allies in the Ushra’khan and we sent ships and relief to the battle of Karishal’s Defiance to stand with our brothers in their darkest hour. Over four days of intense fighting the CVA managed to seize their objectives and our losses were heavy. At last the Ushra’khan signalled an end to the fighting and the battle had been lost. But the war would continue and we had plans of our own to punish the Amarrian loyalists who had chosen to remain in empire space to preach nationalism in the heart of the Amarr Empire.

PIE was our target. We planned a sequence of operations (Judas Goat, Slaughterhouse, and Daisy Cutter) where we would target PIE specifically in Amarr system and surrounding hisec and peg them out as the “judas goat” of legend to draw victims for the slaughter to come. It only took 12 days to so completely suppress and demoralize PIE Inc before their cries for help were plaintive and demeaning across all Amarrian nationalist channels. Aegis Militia and Vigillia Valeria rushed to their aid but were cut down like fields of summer wheat and the slaughter was terrible. Judas Goat moved to Slaughterhouse and now the CVA felt obliged to protect its bleeding kinsmen, Caldari Nationalists CAIN (remnants driven to exile in the Kimotoro Directive campaign) also rushed to PIE’s aid but all was to no avail.

Over the month of “slaughterhouse” we annihilated PIE’s capability to field battleship fleets and crushed their allies, teaching CVA hard lessons about the difficulty in fighting away from their Towers and allies in nullsec and revenged ourselves near completely on the failings of SF mk1 and we burned their pride away until they were forced into a humiliating retraction of the wardec and admission that we had gained full space superiority in the Amarrian capital systems PIE Inc. once called their home.

“Daisy Cutter” followed “Slaughterhouse” and we enlarged our patrol area, again working with fellow opponents to the CVA regime in lowsec Misaba and approaches to Empire on the Providence Supply routes. We pursued PIE Inc. wherever they hid from us, we punished the vassals of the CVA that followed their idiot KOS list religiously and further demonstrated the power of free independents moving quickly and striking at the underbelly of imperialist rot wherever it tried to spread.

The climax of this campaign occurred at the occasion of the Amarrian Nationalist “Pride March” vigil of memorial for Doriam II held by PIE Inc. in Amarr 5/7/ YC109. PIE Inc. was so terrified by SF presence around Amarr in the build up they decided to move their memorial celebrations inside the Emperor Station and had CVA wardec the Free Captains again. This led to an embarrassing standoff where PIE needed to wait inside the docking bay preaching while waiting for the CVA war to go live before they could undock to join the march.

Perhaps they were expecting the full strength of the CVA to stand down the Fraction and allow them to have their vigil in peace but this was not to be. We attacked the unified Amarrian formation full on and over an hour’s fighting destroyed the nationalist fleet and scattered its remnants widely around the system as cowards fled and were caught by our free captains wherever they tried to hide. This was an epic humiliation of Amarrian nationalist power in the Throne worlds and marks the last time we have ever seen a large scale PIE Inc. battleship fleet in space.

For a time our task in empire space was done.

The Star Fraction moved onto guerrilla acts of revolutionary violence against the enclosurists in Pureblind and Syndicate, scoring great victories and refining our arts of warfare and deployment. We won new allies and steadily increased our confidence through a long period of refinement and fleet practise against NBSI holders and various criminal psychopaths on the frontier.

A bright note at the close of this time in the Fraction was our now famous Alliance Tournament victory over Band of Brothers, where in the eyes of the whole cluster my cousin Jasmine and nine fellow Free Captains flew a squadron of ten Thorax class cruisers against the previously unbeaten and massively confident team that had won all previous tournaments with decisive and crushing finality.

What a beautiful image.

Ten simple cruisers microwarpdriving across a hundred kilometres of space using makeshift loadouts and ecm drones to confront the immortal spectre of imperial accomplishment in the Star Cluster at that time. It truly encompasses what the Star Fraction stands for and I salute my comrades that flew that day, Jasmine, Vardemis, Jekaterine, Pharuan, Sable Schroedinger, Backalley Anna, Neurotica, Atandros, Zudari and Bacchanalian. Six of our comrades are still with the Star Fraction; four have since gone on to other paths and choices of their own. But I imagine none of them who flew that day will ever forget what we achieved there and how it felt to fly in the face of a billion minds expecting us to fail against the raw power of our territorial opponents only to snatch the most famous victory of our times by chutzpah, talent and simply daring to dream.

And then back to war.

We set our sights next on Sev3rance alliance in Providence. A holder “pet” of the CVA, their task was set at holding the gates to Providence in the name of the slavers and corrupt crime-lords operating the central standings protection racket of the Citadel channel.

These were disgusting people. Not Amarrians themselves in the main, but they had chosen to align themselves with the self-proclaimed “masters” of Providence and promoted a sick nullsec reservation where capsule-pilots traded their independence and individual ethics for a sense of “safety” gained at the price of the suffering populations of the concentration and extermination camps on the worlds below.

This time the odds against us were truly incredible. CVA had bolstered its numbers with hundreds of non-amarrian auxiliaries in dozens of subsidiary corporations and alliances all controlled by the ubiquitous “red list” that was in practise the greatest protection racket in the star cluster. Sev3rance were practised in the art of sitting behind their Tower Shields and Cyno Jammers and refusing to fight unless the overwhelming forces of the CVA levies were jump-bridged into to support them and so the scene was set for an asymmetric conflict of many months.

Star Fraction worked closely with our allies in the Ushra’Khan and other anti-CVA forces in theatre. We perfected the use of cloaked patrols, recon vessels, stand-off “nano” cruisers, skirmish forces capable of hitting static targets and fading from the inevitable Providence response fleets that often outnumbered us 10-1 and more. But our tactics were working. Sev3rance grew desperate as its industrial backbone suffered the loss of multiple freighters, routes were interdicted and always they were hunted.

Ushra’khan at the last decided to push into Sev3rance space with towers and for a time our allies took sovereignty from the opposition and it looked increasing grim for these slaver pets as the cyno jammer went down and all sides could move capital ships into place. Round the clock patrols picked off their unwary movements and Fraction and Matari pilots were everywhere but eventually the CVA itself sent its prime commanders and defensive experts to KBP with their own towers setting up an inevitable confrontation of main capital strength to decide the fate of the system.

There were a series of siege actions, the Fraction deployed heavy battleship groups, carriers and even our first mothership into the fray with Ushra’khan and Cry Havoc supporting us against the weight of the Providence levies and CVA command group in vast clashes that challenged the integrity of on board ship systems and even had measurable impact on gravitational and atomic readings at the height of the conflict. We were moving towards a final battle though. And we had a trump card at our sleeve to play.

A critical Ushra’khan tower was timed out of reinforcement and CVA had brought a full Call to Arms of every loyalist resident of Providence to attack it. We had prepared with Battleships and carriers of our own, the Ushra’khan stood by with more than a dozen capital ships and I was in direct communications with the leaders of Triumvirate alliance who had almost a hundred of their own capital ships prepared to drop the moment the CVA capital fleet committed the siege – this was a temporary alliance of convenience, we all wanted the slavers dead. The tension was incredible, this campaign of months would come to fruition in single shining moments at the target tower and if all went to plan the Amarrian nationalist would suffer their single biggest low in the history of their alliance.

But they didn’t come. The standoff continued. The CVA forces continued to grow out system but it appeared they were waiting for something. They clearly knew of the presence of Triumvirate jump-prepped and ready but our spies were informing us they wanted the TRI caps on the field first. And then our scouts found the Goonswarm fleet and everything became plain.

CVA had put aside any notional opposition to the Goons and asked for their help to defend Providence. The Goons had agreed. This new factor in the situation was sufficient to convince Triumvirate Alliance not to commit its forces and gained CVA the room for manoeuvre it needed to demolish the remaining Ushra’khan towers with the whole of the Providence bloc supporting against only those forces we and UK could personally commit. It was a salutary lesson, we learned that day how far the slavers of Providence would go to defend their stolen territory – they had made a pact with Goonswarm to protect them against almost any credible threat.

For our part with the fall of the Ushra’khan towers and regaining of Sev3rance sovereignty in KBP we felt our bid to destabilize them had failed. It had been a close run thing but there comes a time in any military plan then further effort becomes meaningless and we chose to end our involvement with a spectacular demonstration of the new black ops technology we’d acquired a few weeks before. Working alongside the Ushra’khan fighters and other allies we assembled a sizable fleet of stealth bombers that we intended to project through covert cynosaural fields bypassing the jammers directly into KBP to assassinate ships amongst the CVA’s tower destruction armada.

It was grand gesture and excellent test of the new technology, and the deployment and logistics worked perfectly. Though we failed to kill a target dreadnaught (narrowly) we destroyed a great many auxiliary ships and served warning that though Sev3rance was once again protected by cyno-jammers we still had the ability to strike from the darkness, with blows deadly and earnest and one day, we’d come back.

Meanwhile in the inner sphere Nationalism was again on the rise, as with the beating of war drums the four empires called for the listing of capsule-pilots to auxiliary militias serving the interests of the hierarchy and statist pomp, to fight for ranks and medals and ensure the oppression of those driven to work as serfs in the armament factions across the thousand worlds of the old empires. The Caldari had fallen to fascism pure and simple, with a tyrant rising to drive them to conflict for hate and spite and racial purity. The Gallente had reacted with their own dogmatic descent to nationalist folly while the slave-masters of the Amarr talked new crusades and reclaiming and talked of the glories of god and vast submission to the will of the imaginary infinite. Only in the Republic did some measure of sanity remain with the reintegration of devolved government and Thukker Tribe vitality from reunification leading to a direct and courageous effort to liberate whole populations from the Amarrian yoke.

We chose to strike first against the Caldari nationalist war-machine and moved our operations to Tama and the heart of the State Protectorate militia on the Black Rise front and there we devastated all opposition for a six month period. Scattering 17 capsule-pilot corporations and causing billions of isk worth of financial damage on the would-be fascists and their playboy endeavours. Focusing on “command and control” corporations in the Militia we fell like birds of prey on any militia fleet formation that left the docks and assassinated leaders and commissars, scouts, sergeants and strategists and we were hailed by our enemies as a scourge on the warzone amidst direct appeals to Tibus Heth himself to empower the Caldari regular navy to protect the capsuleer “elite” from our assaults. It was a very successful campaign that certainly blunted State Protectorate expansion and sowed the seeds of revolutionary potential across a hundred planets and colonies in this disputed region.

And then to the Amarrian front. Our year-long “Operation Castrato” was aimed at cutting the manhood from the 24th Crusade just as we’d emasculated the State Protectors the season before. Here we actively supported the Matari efforts, we sought to befriend and seek allies amongst the Tribal Liberation Front and we signalled our shift of political stance towards the republic at the beginning of the campaign. For us it was a simple choice. A 24th Crusade controlled world is a concentration camp of horror and slavery, a place of inhumanity and malicious evil. A TLF controlled world is a place of hope and possibility and those liberated populations may have the chance to evolve however they choose, from tribal affiliations, to space movements and the opportunity of the frontier itself. We chose chaotic possibility over closed status quo and the evil of totalitarian imperialism. I think none of us regret that choice.

In twelve months of war we obliterated the pride of the 24th Crusade, destroyed their brightest and best fleet commanders and “elite” combat forces and drove them from their capital-system in Kamela to bare exile hunkered down in the mining base station in Tuomota. We slaughtered near a hundred billion isk worth of Amarrian loyalist shipping and suppressed fleet after fleet with our tactics and deployment expertise. During the fighting we established a semi-permanent base for the Star Fraction’s first Titan class vessel “the black plan” and used its jump portal rift generators extensively to propel entire fleets of Free Captains against Amarrian loyalists and other rabble in the warzone. We extinguished several pirate corporations and alliances almost as a by-blow while maintaining high levels of suppression against our declared enemies.

Yet for all the military success, “Castrato” was not without its drawbacks, we suffered significant losses ourselves in several critical battles and found ourselves drawing on the Fraction movement’s legendary endurance and instinct for recovery to bring us through the darkest times. The CVA and Sev3rance alliance moved against us, we came under attack from several corporations and alliances of external mercenaries, we were hit by Veto, by Privateers, by sundry other nere-do-wells presumably at the employ of 24th Crusaders but through it all we maintained our strength and vision and pursued our objectives with all the power at our command.

At the last though we publicly announced a close to the operation after a year because it had become apparent there were limitations in just what more we could achieve in the realm of fighting when the Crusaders were refusing to put actual fleets of their own in space and were relying on Caldari State auxiliaries to do their “hacking” and “infiltration” the smallest complexes. We had done what we could, but now was time for the Matari to look to their own defence and counter this threat and they rose to the challenge admirably with Electus Matari corporations choosing to quit their own alliance temporally and list with the TLF to oppose the State Protectorate agents betraying their way to false victories across the warzone.

We wished them well and supported when we could, and together we achieved some notable strikes against resurgent pirate entities who had sought to take advantage of the power vacuum in Amamake. One such operation involved the “black plan” bridging 118 allied vessels into battle and victory in the warzone and it was a proud moment for fraction personnel to see the rift engines serve the cause of freedom with such impressive grandeur.

So to the today and the future beyond:

The Star Fraction has grown in maturity, capability and strength over the years. Today we have excellent corporations and superb leadership at all levels of the organization.

Jericho Fraction remains vibrant as it always has through thick and thin, triumphs and disasters, the old comrades of the wars in Venal and Pure Blind rubbing shoulders with new recruits and passionate visionaries from the length and breadth of the Star Cluster.
Lyrus Associates are veterans of the ISS project, large scale industrialists and freespacers in their blood, their capital ship yards working overtime to supply replacements for some of our follies!
Scrap Iron Flotilla are pirate hunters and black operations specialists, masters of info-warfare and finesse.
Daedalus X is a superb community of heroic skirmishers and cheeky freedom-fighters; striking fabulous fear into the hearts of territorialist dogs wherever they try to hide.
While our support corporations Hebog Y Tan and Newton’s Wake provide tower logistics, gunnery and heavy freight and w-space operations and manufacture respectively.

As an alliance we have achieved so much these past years. Success in wars, achievement in commerce, notoriety and fame in politics and intrigue it is almost too difficult to list my favourite moments of pride against the backdrop of affection and loyalty I have to my comrades of the Fraction:

Destroying Archbishop’s Apocalypse with a pair of Matari Frigates in the Mamet500 war?
Obliterating the Caldari Nationalists in Mito in six weeks?
Assassinating Caldari Nationalist Speakers at Caldari Prime?
Victory in the skies of Amarr where we routed the CVA at Doriam II’s vigil?
The ten thorax charge against Band of Brothers?
Huge fights in KBP risking a Mothership against the hordes of Providence?
The audacious Operation Fedaykin in the final hours of a doomed campaign?
Becoming the scourge of Black Rise, confronting hundreds with our handful of ships?
Building a Titan under the noses of territorialists and using her to further the cause of freedom?
Exploiting tech3 from the earliest days of w-space exploration of the wild frontier?
Cutting the manhood from the Amarrian Loyalists in Kamela and exposing god as a fraud?
The battles of Space and Freedom?
Operation “annoyance”?

The list could go forever.

Or simply knowing that five years on we are as vigorous and imaginative today as we were then and that the future beckons with all the promise of the new against the vast tapestry of stars and as we enter our campaign “Operation Black Lustrum” we have again redefined the paradigm of warfare in the star cluster setting our efforts against the evil men profiting from industrial development in the slaver pocket of KBP and neighbouring systems. We have set a milestone for assessment that cannot be doubted and as the months roll by we will see if our enemies can rise to the challenge of confronting the threat of black ops technology and covert cynosaural fields to protect their income streams and base profiteering from the backs of the prison-population in Providence.

So finally I end this celebration of five years of the Star Fraction by toasting all pilots who have flown with us over this time however brief that camaraderie might have been. You have tasted freedom and the breath of possibility. We are the vanguard of post-humanity and the expression of all our culture can achieve on its wild expansion and adventure into the unknown stars of the frontier. We have broken the barriers and restrictions on our physical bodies and we travel in moments across a thousand lightyears and process in a heat-beat the impressions of the most complex strategic situations. We stand immortal by science and technology, our only limitation is our capacity to dream those dreams beyond the status quo and reach always for the impossible star at the limits of our vision.

I bow my head in respect for those who have taken this journey at my side. Without you I am nothing. But with your friendship and camaraderie and love there is nothing we cannot accomplish in the next five years. No system we cannot transverse, no mystery we cannot solve, no foe we cannot defeat, no pleasure we cannot experience and no dream we should not dare to dream.

Ladies and gentlemen I give you the Star Fraction.