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| {| class="toc color" style="border:3px solid goldenrod;"align="right";"width=246px"
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| ! style="background:black" align="left" |<font color=goldenrod> <small>'''Symbol of the Tkon Empire'''<br>[[File:Tkon logo.jpg|center|150px|Symbol of the Tkon Empire]]<br>'''Symbol of the Borg Collective'''</font><br>[[File:Borg-symbol.jpg|center|100px|Symbol of the Borg Collective]]<br>{{quote|''Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;''
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| :''Or close the wall up with our English dead.''
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| :''In peace there's nothing so becomes a man''
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| :''As modest stillness and humility:''
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| :''But when the blast of war blows in our ears,''
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| :''Then imitate the action of the tiger;''
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| :''Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,''
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| :''Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;''
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| :''Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;''
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| :''Let pry through the portage of the head''
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| :''Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it''
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| :''As fearfully as doth a galled rock''
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| :''O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,''
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| :''Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.''
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| :''Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,''
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| :''Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit''
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| :''To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.''
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| :''Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!''
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| :''Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,''
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| :''Have in these parts from morn till even fought''
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| :''And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:''
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| :''Dishonour not your mothers; now attest''
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| :''That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.''
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| :''Be copy now to men of grosser blood,''
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| :''And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,''
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| :''Whose limbs were made in England, show us here''
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| :''The mettle of your pasture; let us swear''
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| :''That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;''
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| :''For there is none of you so mean and base,''
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| :''That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.''
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| :''I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,''
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| :''Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:''
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| :''Follow your spirit, and upon this charge''
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| :''Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'''|William Shakespeare, King ''Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1''}}</small></font>
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