They call me Mister Nuke. You, my fine acquaintance, may call me Mister Nuke. Welcome to the wonderful dystopia that is my user page. If you're here about something I may have done to upset you, do not waste your precious time sending me a message. I will not reply. There is a good chance it was not really upsetting and that you are angry over nothing. If it was a "big deal," then well, my bad.
Even though large tracts of the Galaxy and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the UNSC and all the odious apparatus of UNSC rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end. We shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the void, we shall defend our holy city, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the ships, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Empire or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the Planets, armed and guarded by the Covenant Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in the Forerunner's good time, the new Covenant, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the aid of the old.