Don't be discouraged, don't be fearful my brethren! We are many, and The Nyne are few.
We must rise against these alien tyrants. They came to Earth expecting to find biped swine, useless primitives, and game for sport. They do not realize they have found their demise. Look to our past, our teachings of how to prevail. We rise against tyrants, we fight for the people, and in the end, we always succeed. Do not give up my brothers, do not feel this to be impossible. For us to rise, we must rise together as one.
Rumors are spreading, rumors of truth. The Nyne are few. Their arenas are not flawless, cracks are everywhere; cracks to escape, cracks to rise up.
So rise up my brothers! Show these tyrants what being human really means. They want to know what our purpose is, let us shown them that our purpose is to rise against them.
Always remember the rumors of truth; we are many, The Nyne are few.