It is the year 3475 AD... The shepherd of the human species, Octo Smith in his 200th year of rule is about to make a speech for the 1050th year of the Dominion. Due to the constraints on the communication relays, that speech has yet to hit your local colony. However, in due time the speech shall air. For now, it is but static. ... [b]---UPDATE---[/b] The feed finally starts. An unseen masculine announcer recites to a very staged room with a dark marble podium and an embossed polar grid logo the following, "Dear citizens, We apologize for the delays, the emperor was very tired for the time but he is now up and running. Now our majesty Octo Smith speaks!" Than a rather wrinkly, aging man walks to the podium. His body and arms, covered in a clunky power suit that shows its age as well. It is a power-suit filled with tubes of teal colored medical gel colored white and incredibly polished- yet the scratches are very noticeable. The emperor himself shows his age, with many wrinkles and very greyed, whitish out hair. His beard is large, with a white coloration that contrasts with his brown face and stiff lip. The century old powersuit lifts Smith's arm onto the podium, where Smith finally begins to speak. "We live in prosperous times, upon the eve of this 1000th year of our dominion. We have made massive progress in doing what is needed to keep our society secure in the great goal of making the galaxy free for human settlement. We have done a lot, there are those who do not see the big picture, but we do. We see the big picture, we see the galaxy colonized. As our mission statement from the year I took position as Supreme Executive of the Dominion to now remains the same, across many generations we continue our human destiny to make the galaxy our own. There have been those who work against this, foolishly guided by their lack of vision. Who undermine our efforts as a species, unable to see the big picture. It is a very big picture, a galaxy sized picture. I will say, do not worry about those fools. They're foolish people, we deal with them, they'll know what's good for them and if they don't we'll make sure they know what's good for them. Maybe it'll take a bit of a hand to direct them properly, but we'll make sure they work in the name of the Dominion. For the Dominion is the shepherd, the Dominion directs the species towards greatness. But so many do not work with us, but our peacekeepers make sure the criminals are in line. As they always have and always will. It will be good that the loyal citizens of the Dominion continue to work towards the destiny of our species, it is... uh... yeah... the destiny, the good destiny. A very good destiny... it'll be good to keep doing that and not doing... the other things... yeah. Well, uhh... Yeah, we will keep working good on the good work, we have a lot of good work to do. Just keep doing the good thing, for the dominion. The good dominion. ... Hail to the dominion, this has been a good start to our year and we hope to continue seeing more years like it. The galaxy is big but the humanity is bigger. Keep united, don't mess around, work to the big picture because we need a galaxy that is a human galaxy, we are making good progress to colonizing the galaxy so let's not mess that up, okay? Now we are signing out on our 1050th year of the Dominion, the best days are ahead of us... and... uhh..." The Emperor than just walks off the feed screen, confused of what he even just said. The clunky suit carrying him elsewhere as the screen cuts to the Polar grid logo of the Dominion with the words "Transmission Over" in front.