A long due comeuppence

[RainIsABirb]

"Oh, where the time has gone...

Brother dearest, has it truly been eight years since you and yours stormed my home, trashed our Vault, and made off with what few scraps of our tech you could comprehend?"

An address is made from the resting place of Solais, its golden canopy stretching wide and high. Yet it is not the young Director or the aged, reclusive Founder but the Scion of those gnarled roots who speaks, the flame of passion in her authoritatively booming voice.

With one fist clenched and animunculi at her flanks, a small transponder records her words as a deep rumble can be heard in the distance-- absurdly sized hatches in the desolate sands opening, swallowing dunes hole, paving the way for something terrible to emerge.

"And what of 3-A Tempus?

So long ago did you decree yourselves arbiters of what is, and is not life. Who is and who is not to die. I used to abhor that notion of death, of violence, but now I see the truth! WE, the children of the Frontier, used to cower in the the shadows of the stage- but now, we will step into the spotlights as Tempus once did, and take arms with those who would seek revenge on our behalf!

We will play that beautiful game of defiance with you, now.

Let's see who deserves to live, and who deserves to die!"

Her words to be heard screaming from the small messenger drones for the weeks to come.

Suggested* Reassessment of Secondary Goal:
Raze The Sainted Church

*can safely be ignored if unwished for.