Little Ones, you have been through some rough patches. The past is come to get you. You need not worry though, all is clear. The future is yours to improve upon as you see fit. Now is not the time to come to odds with one another. Now is the time to repent and rejoice, for the happy hour is near.
If you see fit, blossom into the opening of a new dawn. Be not ill at ease with your fellow henchmen (and women). They are already in the dowdy turntuff of the changing tides. They will not abandon you, nor you them, if it comes to mustering of strength.
Be prepared to sharpen your swords, dear friends. The land is soon upon us. Be prepared to sharpen your wit, your sense of clarity, for the ill-advised will soon lay upon the sand. Put all in order you do not care for, and step out onto the rock. The tide has come. Be thankful you are taken care of, and hide not in the waters deep.
Do not lessen your strengths, dear ones, do not ambush the impersonator. Be clear in who you want to represent you. Be not judgemental in the portrait of disgrace. Be wise in your retrieval of words. All will come to you, as it does to others.
Be careful, Little Ones. You have no order, but for yourselves.
I am an ambush from the Star Lords.