Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean
Brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-Earth,
Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,
Dread nor danger, not Doom itself
Shall defend him from Fëanáro, and Fëanáro’s kin,
Whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
Finding keepeth or afar casteth
A Silmaril. This swear we all…
Death we will deal him ere Day’s ending,
Woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou,
Eru Allfather! To the everlasting
Darkness doom us if our deed faileth…
On the holy mountain hear in witness
and our vow remember,
Manwë and Varda!
— Fëanor in The History of Middle-earth
"We are steel. We, very few, marched into the wastes. While there was no radioactive fallout to contend with, the fallout of humanity frequently beset us. Roving bands of psychotic marauders attempted several attacks on our noble group.
The company was in no danger, for we wore the Armor of Power. Our family members were not so lucky. Once the vermin found out they were easily repelled, they began to fire on the unarmed civilians from a distance.
They took a great many casualties, yet for every member of the Exodus that was struck down in this way, our noble brethren took two lives from the wasteland.
We are hard.
Finally, we came to the safety of the bunker. Capt. Maxson, the great deliverer, decreed this to be our new home, and all was well.
In the fullness of time the bunker became our home, our temple and our salvation from the terrors of the outside world. We built and shaped our fortress into something glorious, the beauty of which the technologically bereft world had never seen before.
Our fathers died for the sins of others. That will never happen to us again. We have become self-sufficient. We have become keepers of knowledge and lore. We have survived the end of civilization. We take responsibility for our actions, and we hold accountable the actions of others.
This is our pledge. The Brotherhood of Steel is justly named. We are a Brotherhood. Unlike our fathers, we will stand back to back with those that share our convictions and beliefs.
We are steel. We are hard. We have been sharpened to an edge. We are the Brotherhood of Steel.
Always remember the fires that we were forged in. Never forget. The motto from a previous time, and our motto now."
"We are Rangers.
We walk in the dark places no others will enter.
We stand on the bridge, and no one may pass.
We live for the One - we die for the One."
— Ranger oath, Babylon 5
' Through the valleys and peaks of Mount Hyjal, across the shifting sands of Silithus, against the Legion's dread armies - we have fought. We are the nameless, faceless, sons and daughters of the Alliance. By the Light and by the might of the Alliance, the first strike belongs to us and the last strike is all that our enemies see. We are 7th Legion.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the switch that derails your train. I am Darkwing Duck!"
— Darkwing Duck, Darkwing Duck
I can break a door down with one hand behind my back
I can crush a Grizzly til his bones begin to crack
I eat a dozen t-bones for my early morning snack
So imagine what I could do to you...
I can tear a telephone directory in two
Bending iron bars is something else that I can do
I always pick my teeth with the nearest billiard cue
So imagine what I could do to you...
I can knock a hole right through a solid concrete wall
I can pull a tree out by it's roots, and that's not all
Now you know about me, you don't need a crystal ball
To tell you what I could do to you
I can crush a house brick with one movement of my hand
And laugh while I reduce it to a dusty heap of sand
I cut a splendid figure when I make my chest expand
So imagine what I could do to you!
"Through cowardice and inaction, the Order of the Phoenix brought about most of Voldemort's atrocities for him. We need to declare real war... show no mercy, give no quarter, and take no prisoners. If they want to call themselves the Death Eaters, then let them taste death!"
DE-STROY WI-THOUT MER-CY!
AT-TACK WI-THOUT FE-AR!
LI-VE WI-THOUT CON-SCIENCE!
EX-TER-MI-NATE WI-THOUT PI-TY!
KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!
THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME!
— The Dalek Creed, Doctor Who
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
There are things that go bump in the night, Agent Myers. And we are the ones who bump back.
—Professor Broom, Hellboy
>PM: Open envelope.
The mail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the Post Man and the recipients of his precious parcels. You have made a solemn pledge to deliver this letter to the doctor, just as soon as you determine where this address is, or find any sort of discernible mailing address in this wasteland, for that matter. The mail is freedom. The mail is life. The mail is the very fabric of civiliz...
Hold that thought for one moment...
(PM puts on a postman's hat)
The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.
I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.
—Archer, Fate/stay night
Don't underestimate us!
We don't care about time or space or multidimensional whatevers.
We couldn't give a damn about that.
Force your way down a path you choose, and do it your way!
That's the way Team Dai-Gurren rolls!
"I am the White Void. I am the Cold Steel. I am the Just Sword. With blade in hand shall I reap the sins of this world, and cleanse it in the fires of destruction! I am Hakumen! Your end has come!"
"Dispatched in mankind's darkest hour, we are Knights of the Blue Flame!
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
— The Rifleman's Creed
They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give themselves to me.
Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them.
They will be of iron will and steely muscle.
In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed.
They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them.
They will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe can best them in battle.
They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity.
They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.