Data Packet Delivery Successful Sender:Devin Blackwood Encryption:YES Subject:Relations.
To who it may concern,
My name is Devin Blackwood, and I represent The Nemesis, a small but growing cell within The Gaians. The Nemesis has only recently come to power with the catastrophes that have struck Bretonia. From the butchering of Leeds to the desecration of Planet Gaia, these are the events that have galvanized a newer less passive generation of Gaians. Those who have come before me chose talk before action, I will not repeat their mistakes.
Moving on from introductions, I would like to know a little about your own organization. What is your opinion on Green Industry? What is your stance on corporations such as Orbital Spa & Cruise or Planetform? I understand, our organizations share some bond, not to long ago the LWB fizzled out and those still loyal to their cause join our, or your, own. While a shame, I do hope to embrace and incorporate at least some of their philosophies as we move forward, Synth Foods is not as innocent of bastardizing planets it touches as some in Sirius may believe.
Name: Anton Bauer Guten tag, Genosse. My name is Anton Bauer, and currently i'm represent LWB cell inside Syndikatligen. I will be glad to answer your questions on behalf of my supporters.
After general movement's falling apart, many of us had to reconsider our methods and agendas. While we continue use old name, doubt that half of my men even was near of farm. New people, sidelined by corporations monopolies join to our cause. Synth Foods and alike bastardise not only planets, but men's right for choice, for their own affairs, replacing it with dictate of market.
Planetform was in same technological corporations alliance with Cryers and Synth Foods, and as far it have no reliable rivals or control from goverment side, we will oppose them.
Orbital Spa & Cruise on another side, doesn't interest us more than their clients' money, which can fund our endeavours.
Don't know what Arbeitsdirector opinion on Green Industry, but for myself obviously a lot easier to work in clean environment than build biodomes and control quality of water and oxygen or waste energy on what sun should do normally. As well when exist ways to not work with pesticides, i'm entirelly down for this.
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Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
G.Riehl
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To: Brother Anton Bauer and Devin Blackwood From: Grun Wingco', Vorarbeiter tacname 'Hellion' Subject:Flight and encounter data.
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The jauntily-balaklava'd Syndicalist shoots off a wave at the camera feed. She doesn't have the same air of authority that the self-assured Stuttgart Farmer has about him. She's got the look of a rockworm, which would fit with the imagery if she wasn't cradling a Manhunter of a longarm completely unsuited to poorly illuminated self-defence somewhere deep in the intestinal tract of a pirate base.
"Hey bossman."
She shoots a nod at the Camera, presumably aimed, give or take a few hundred lightyears and orientations on oblate spheroids, at Devin. She has no idea what Devin looks like other than she thinks he sounds a wee bit tinny. To Gunn, that was slam-dunk of a first impression; she couldn't sleep without wirehum.
"Gaian in the blind."
The Unioner rocks back against her knees. She's noticably missing a chair. Usually people in neuralnet transmissions are seated in chairs. Where the hell is her chair? Someone get that woman a goddamn chair. This is the Unioners God damn it, people look out for each other.
"So I'd be willing to chat about sustainable industry till the chondrites come home - and I'm assuming somebody real topping and brass buckled will chime in with the official stitchtogethers - true beans I would. I'm mounting a fresh watersplitter to an aquaice vein a mile deep and I'd sure adore having a talk about making the mold tanks taste like some rare delicacy; tank cricket, maybe, up at Vierlande. Maybe save me a Gemini worm from our little attempt-to-save-the-biosphere up on Nuremburg. That'd definitely be up your arsealley."
She's got a speech pattern that makes you wonder what amphetamines she's dripping into her tearducts, but she's deadcalm. Face lockstep straight, rapid-eye-movement all over the place. You realise it's the lack of a face on the Gaian transmission - she doesn't know what she's meant to be looking at, so she's admiring every detail of the peeling walls around her.
"See, I ran into a Secret Intelligence Service agent not-so-subtly enforcin' Bretonian law out in the Boondocks of Cologne. Now I might not be a crappin' cartography postgrad, but I do know that Cologne ain't sitting under the skirts of 'Er Madge', Regina. Why the SIS thought differently is a question that I kinda' think both of us should take a deep-dive into - being as unusual as it was, I figured 'Tonian spooks operating in Cologne was enough of a reason for me to stop minding my own business and bail a certain Gaian-transpondered transport out of the firing line. I know you lot about it Gaians, because it's your ship, Nemesis flagged and everything, I had to bail out. Waltzed it out with a lil' hired mercenary help from under the Federal military - who did have a right to enforce the straight-and-narrow, too. "
These logs should prove interesting.
"I'm no guardian angel; your transport paid its Union fees for smuggling on our routes and diluting this lil' racket we've got up here without asking for the difference between a business buddy and a home invader. He handled himself well - big pair of gnards on that one. Man knew where he'd struck out and knew the value of taking the hand offered in kindness. I respect that."
Gnards.
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Grun 1 tacsign 'Hellion' Wrote:[09.10.2019 16:12:56] UN|Hellion: ?: 'Ello Ello Ello.
[09.10.2019 16:13:10] N|-False.Deathcap: hello there
[09.10.2019 16:13:12] UN|Hellion: ?: *taking stock of the situation*
[09.10.2019 16:13:28] UN|Hellion: ?: *She grimaces.* Awh hell.
[09.10.2019 16:13:34] UN|Hellion: ?: This is going to be a cleanup...
[09.10.2019 16:13:46] UN|Hellion: ?: Skirka. Watch your threat axis. *cockpit missile lock alarm.*
[09.10.2019 16:13:56] UN|Hellion has set [SIS]-James.Skirka as group target.
[09.10.2019 16:13:56] OK
[09.10.2019 16:14:02] UN|Hellion: ?: Guns Guns Guns.
[09.10.2019 16:14:29] [SIS]-James.Skirka: The hell!
[09.10.2019 16:14:47] UN|Hellion: You're shooting an allied transport in Unioner space, buddy.
[09.10.2019 16:14:54] [SIS]-James.Skirka: He's a terrorist
[09.10.2019 16:15:00] N|-False.Deathcap: I am a trader
[09.10.2019 16:15:04] UN|Hellion: In Bretonia? Sure.
[09.10.2019 16:15:06] [SIS]-James.Skirka: The hell you are Gaian
[09.10.2019 16:15:07] UN|Hellion: This ain't Bretonia.
[09.10.2019 16:15:14] [SIS]-James.Skirka: What's it to you
[09.10.2019 16:15:36] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Simple. Let him go and I won't have to explain to my highers up why I caused them a diplomatic incident.
[09.10.2019 16:15:43] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Listen. This is Cologne, not Omega Two.
[09.10.2019 16:16:01] [SIS]-James.Skirka: This really isn't your business.
[09.10.2019 16:16:05] [SIS]-James.Skirka: But so be it.
[09.10.2019 16:16:13] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Unioners don't get tickled pink about other people's intel groups enforcing their own house laws in Rheinland.
[09.10.2019 16:16:21] UN|Hellion: Riehl: That should be in your brief if y'all operating out here.
[09.10.2019 16:16:40] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Yes yes, as you wish Libertonian
[09.10.2019 16:16:52] UN|Hellion: RIehl: What's he carrying anyway? -she peers into the cargohold- Nanotubes?
[09.10.2019 16:17:03] UN|Hellion: That's hardly contraband.
[09.10.2019 16:17:20] UN|Hellion: Riehl: So, Gaian.
[09.10.2019 16:17:35] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Since I cleared your tail, how about two million credits for a pal, eh?
[09.10.2019 16:18:09] UN|Hellion: Riehl: You're smuggling in our neck of the woods without knocking first.
[09.10.2019 16:18:24] UN|Hellion: Riehl: And far as I see, you're not the Gaian guard.
[09.10.2019 16:18:52] N|-False.Deathcap: I did not mean to intrude, I appriate the save. 2 mills is more than fair for my life.
[09.10.2019 16:19:19] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Appreciated. Next time give us a fair amount of warning if you're operating on our turf. There's Hessians around...
[09.10.2019 16:19:21] UN|Hellion: these parts.
[09.10.2019 16:19:26] UN|Hellion: We like to know who our friends are.
[09.10.2019 16:20:04] N|-False.Deathcap: Friends are in short supply these days. I will remember to give warning in the future
[09.10.2019 16:20:15] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Not a problem, mate.
[09.10.2019 16:20:22] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Say, what cell do you work for?
[09.10.2019 16:20:25] [2019-10-09] 16:20:26 You have received 2.000.000 credits from N|-False.Deathcap
[09.10.2019 16:20:28] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I don't recognise your transponder.
[09.10.2019 16:20:38] Death: Vernillet suffered a self-inflicted catastrophic decompression.
[09.10.2019 16:21:17] N|-False.Deathcap: I am a member of Nemesis, we formed out of the ashes of the leeds incident. The guard was weak and afraid to act
[09.10.2019 16:21:41] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *grimacing*
[09.10.2019 16:21:41] N|-False.Deathcap: so we are starting our own fight
[09.10.2019 16:21:46] Rusty.Old.Screw: A gaian, hauling nanotubes.
[09.10.2019 16:21:50] Rusty.Old.Screw: If that is not ironic...
[09.10.2019 16:21:51] UN|Hellion: Yeah, I can see how an ecology getting glassed would do that for you.
[09.10.2019 16:22:01] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Back off John, he's already paid his due.
[09.10.2019 16:22:02] N|-False.Deathcap: Every resistance needs supply chains and money
[09.10.2019 16:22:42] Rusty.Old.Screw: A bret!
[09.10.2019 16:22:49] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Yes
[09.10.2019 16:22:50] Rusty.Old.Screw: Now, what is THAT doing here?
[09.10.2019 16:22:53] UN|Hellion: Riehl: This Skirka guy's back... *she rolls the gun camera*
[09.10.2019 16:23:00] UN|Hellion: Riehl: He was firing on the Gaian earlier.
[09.10.2019 16:23:05] UN|Hellion: Riehl: In Rheinland space, too.
[09.10.2019 16:23:06] [SIS]-James.Skirka: You made your point, I won't engage.
[09.10.2019 16:23:19] UN|Hellion: Riehl: So are you really SIS?
[09.10.2019 16:23:19] Rusty.Old.Screw: Should i chew and barf him?
[09.10.2019 16:23:26] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Nah. He complied.
[09.10.2019 16:23:30] Rusty.Old.Screw: Huh.
[09.10.2019 16:23:46] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Ah, the Law.
[09.10.2019 16:23:48] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Odd little incident out here.
[09.10.2019 16:24:02] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'd figured the SIS and the Gaians were pals.
[09.10.2019 16:24:07] Rusty.Old.Screw: Still don't get why do we have a bret around.
[09.10.2019 16:24:08] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Yet here you are, shooting each other in Cologne.
[09.10.2019 16:24:11] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Not this lot.
[09.10.2019 16:24:16] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Enforcing Bretonian Law, in Cologne.
[09.10.2019 16:24:20] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *chuckling*
[09.10.2019 16:24:25] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Ain't life confusing.
[09.10.2019 16:24:29] [SIS]-James.Skirka: heh...enforcing..
[09.10.2019 16:24:34] [SIS]-James.Skirka: yeah..that's the word.
[09.10.2019 16:24:39] N|-False.Deathcap: The SIS are just another terrorist group aiming to disrupt the lives of innocent spacers
[09.10.2019 16:24:52] [SIS]-James.Skirka: innocent he says.
[09.10.2019 16:24:57] Rusty.Old.Screw: So he is a bad guy here?
[09.10.2019 16:25:07] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Please, I was simply doing my duty
[09.10.2019 16:25:11] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *encrypted band opened to Rheinwehr escort fighter. IFF handshake.*
[09.10.2019 16:25:19] Rusty.Old.Screw: And what is your duty, come again?
[09.10.2019 16:25:40] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Protecting the interests of Bretonia, and these Gaians are a threat to that
[09.10.2019 16:25:44] [SIS]-James.Skirka: radicals, all of em
[09.10.2019 16:25:52] [SIS]-James.Skirka: something broke when they saw Leeds.
[09.10.2019 16:26:02] Rusty.Old.Screw: Interests of bretonia... in rheinland?
[09.10.2019 16:26:05] UN|Hellion: Riehl: All of Sirius broke when we saw Leeds.
[09.10.2019 16:26:06] N|-False.Deathcap: how does taking my cargo help Bretonia?
[09.10.2019 16:26:10] [SIS]-James.Skirka: I was on my way to Gallia.
[09.10.2019 16:26:18] [SIS]-James.Skirka: And then I saw this.
[09.10.2019 16:26:20] UN|Hellion: Riehl: It doesn't. Back off. The Gaian paid for protection.
[09.10.2019 16:26:24] N|-False.Deathcap: The goverment failed Leeds!
[09.10.2019 16:26:26] Rusty.Old.Screw: That's a funny point of view. Hey, should i be protecting my own interests someplace random, too?
[09.10.2019 16:26:35] [SIS]-James.Skirka: I'm not going to touch him, calm down Libertonian
[09.10.2019 16:26:52] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'm from Hamburg, asshole.
[09.10.2019 16:27:00] Rusty.Old.Screw: Who's libertonian, again?
[09.10.2019 16:27:02] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *snapping*
[09.10.2019 16:27:04] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Yet you keep saying 'Y'all'
[09.10.2019 16:27:09] [SIS]-James.Skirka: very yank like.
[09.10.2019 16:27:12] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I grew up in the Tanner.
[09.10.2019 16:27:20] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Libertonian English.
[09.10.2019 16:27:27] Rusty.Old.Screw: I say, we "y'all" him, Gunny.
[09.10.2019 16:27:36] [RM]S.*Rommel*: ok now, that i screen shoot everything.. lets talk on this situation
[09.10.2019 16:27:40] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'd love to, but it's outside of my duristiction.
[09.10.2019 16:27:47] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'm a Unioner, not a spookhunter.
[09.10.2019 16:27:47] [SIS]-James.Skirka: At last, the Rheinlander speaks.
[09.10.2019 16:27:59] [RM]S.*Rommel*: ok wtf is going on here
[09.10.2019 16:28:02] UN|Hellion: Riehl: GMG's my bread and butter.
[09.10.2019 16:28:05] UN|Hellion: Not this gent.
[09.10.2019 16:28:14] Rusty.Old.Screw: That weirdo has been following me since bering, by the way.
[09.10.2019 16:28:24] Rusty.Old.Screw: Which is sort of cute.
[09.10.2019 16:28:31] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Who's this?
[09.10.2019 16:28:36] Rusty.Old.Screw: Beats me.
[09.10.2019 16:28:45] [RM]S.*Rommel*: you are transporting resticted materilas i see
[09.10.2019 16:28:50] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *laughing* Alright, Officer - this Secret Intel Service Johnny interdicted a Gaian lad out here in Cologne.
[09.10.2019 16:29:04] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Are Nanotubes restricted? I mean, I'm hardly a lawyer, but...
[09.10.2019 16:29:14] UN|Hellion: Riehl: They're basically pencil shavings.
[09.10.2019 16:29:14] [SIS]-James.Skirka: He means the Gas.
[09.10.2019 16:29:18] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Oh.
[09.10.2019 16:29:30] [RM]S.*Rommel*: zoner drop your cargo
[09.10.2019 16:29:40] Rusty.Old.Screw: Or else what?
[09.10.2019 16:29:42] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *groan*
[09.10.2019 16:29:49] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'm going to stand back.
[09.10.2019 16:29:55] [RM]S.*Rommel*: ok then you will ide
[09.10.2019 16:29:58] [RM]S.*Rommel*: doe*
[09.10.2019 16:29:59] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Why must Zoners make life both difficult and miserable for everyone?
[09.10.2019 16:30:01] [RM]S.*Rommel*: die*
[09.10.2019 16:30:04] Rusty.Old.Screw: Look, he started it, Gunny. Just saying. *Yawns*
[09.10.2019 16:30:08] Rusty.Old.Screw: Don't blame me later.
[09.10.2019 16:30:15] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Metaphorically. I'm going to kick my burners and head over here whilst the Fed' De' die' diddy' doe' does.
[09.10.2019 16:30:22] [RM]S.*Rommel*: drop cargo zoner last warrning
[09.10.2019 16:30:26] Rusty.Old.Screw: Nope.
[09.10.2019 16:30:32] [RM]S.*Rommel*: Weapons ready, FIRING!
[09.10.2019 16:30:42] UN|Hellion: Hey, Secret Intel Service.
[09.10.2019 16:30:46] [SIS]-James.Skirka: yes?
[09.10.2019 16:30:46] UN|Hellion: Wanna' bet on the winner?
[09.10.2019 16:30:48] N|-False.Deathcap: Time to move on it seems...
[09.10.2019 16:30:58] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Last time you gambled, I won.
[09.10.2019 16:31:08] Tip: The ''Laws of Sirius'', are a collection of in-roleplay laws for each house. They mention things such as contraband, punishments and fines and are enforceable by lawful IDed ships.
[09.10.2019 16:31:09] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I might not be able to serve you up a shiney Gaian kill marker but I can earn you some creds.
[09.10.2019 16:31:20] UN|Hellion: I bet two million on the Zoner. Any takers?
[09.10.2019 16:31:24] [SIS]-James.Skirka: You still owe me for last time.
[09.10.2019 16:31:41] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'm pretty sure I was adjudicatin', not playing.
[09.10.2019 16:31:52] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Pretty sure I never got my cut love.
[09.10.2019 16:32:00] [SIS]-James.Skirka: wait..was I supposed to get a cut?
[09.10.2019 16:32:04] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Then the trader welched the bet.
[09.10.2019 16:32:07] [SIS]-James.Skirka: I'll see your two million
[09.10.2019 16:32:15] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Wait, the other SIS agents didn't split with you?
[09.10.2019 16:32:22] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Damn skinflints. I'm sorry mate.
[09.10.2019 16:32:24] [SIS]-James.Skirka: no, bunch of snakes
[09.10.2019 16:33:57] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *so suprised her cigarette sets fire to her groin*
[09.10.2019 16:34:10] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Huh, the Fed' is doing alright.
[09.10.2019 16:34:16] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Might be a Sigma veteran.
[09.10.2019 16:34:31] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Or maybe the Zoner is from Gran Canaria
[09.10.2019 16:34:48] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Is that a compliment or an insult?
[09.10.2019 16:35:04] [SIS]-James.Skirka: We took the planet in a week.
[09.10.2019 16:35:08] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I can't tell if you're praising the guy or about to lock him up in a cell.
[09.10.2019 16:35:29] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Yeah, well, nobody said Bretonia was bad in a scrap.
[09.10.2019 16:35:36] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Gallia did.
[09.10.2019 16:35:51] UN|Hellion: Riehl: And look at what happened to Gallia; Split right into three.
[09.10.2019 16:36:03] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Can't imagine something like that happening here, in Rheinland.
[09.10.2019 16:36:06] [SIS]-James.Skirka: bunch of Psychopaths.
[09.10.2019 16:36:22] UN|Hellion: Riehl: We've got our troubles, but a civil war between three sets of goverments? Im-fookin-possible.
[09.10.2019 16:36:27] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Never going to happen.
[09.10.2019 16:36:31] [SIS]-James.Skirka: heh..
[09.10.2019 16:36:32] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Zip, nada, nope.
[09.10.2019 16:36:46] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Isn't that what the Hessians are?
[09.10.2019 16:36:47] Death: MNS-Arragon was put out of action by a hostile vessel.
[09.10.2019 16:36:53] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Your version of a civil war?
[09.10.2019 16:37:24] UN|Hellion: Riehl: The Hessians are a two hundred year long fixable heart problem that'd go away if our House didn't keep tryin' the social
[09.10.2019 16:37:33] UN|Hellion: equivilent of 'Essential oils' to balm our injuries.
[09.10.2019 16:37:48] [SIS]-James.Skirka: I think they're too far gone.
[09.10.2019 16:38:17] UN|Hellion: Riehl: First you're enforcing the law out here and now you're making political statements. If I didn't know any better...
[09.10.2019 16:38:20] UN|Hellion: and I don't know better...
[09.10.2019 16:38:25] UN|Hellion: I'd say you're on assignment out here.
[09.10.2019 16:38:47] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Skirka is a German name
[09.10.2019 16:38:53] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Hey, Gaian, here's your chance to run for the trees.
[09.10.2019 16:38:59] [SIS]-James.Skirka: I have an interest in history
[09.10.2019 16:39:01] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I'd take it.
[09.10.2019 16:39:36] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Smart choice. We'll contact via the neuralnet to find out more about you.
[09.10.2019 16:39:54] UN|Hellion: Riehl: *grimacing* History? Y'don't say.
[09.10.2019 16:40:08] UN|Hellion: Hey, Skirka. What's that Bretonian expression? In for a Penny in for a Pound, right?
[09.10.2019 16:40:18] [SIS]-James.Skirka: Yeah.
[09.10.2019 16:40:33] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Well, I guess I'd better support Erwin over here.
[09.10.2019 16:40:50] UN|Hellion: Riehl: I hope you're good at acting.
[09.10.2019 16:40:55] UN|Hellion: Riehl: Guns guns guns.
The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Wedel's Remnants.
Transmission Complete
Scrambling access point...
Decompiling neuratrace... Signal lost.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Data Packet Delivery Successful Sender:Devin Blackwood Encryption:YES Subject:Relations.
Forgive me for the smoke and mirrors act,
When making first contact with an organization and not knowing what to expect in response I found it best to send a simple audio message rather then a traditional visual transmission. However, seeing as your organization seems interested in some measure of cooperation I have no qualms with revealing my face.
I'll take this in order so Mr.Bauer,
Glad to see the LWB is still alive and well, the support of your brothers who came to the Gaians for refuge have done wonders for our agriculture station side. Perhaps in the future, the LWB can return to the forefront of the war against Synthfoods. I had no doubt your own cause, having been shaped by the actions of corporations who turned a blind eye to health and safety in exchange for profits, would support the movements of The Nemesis.
Ms.Riehl,
I must thank you for what you have done. Our transport fleet, small as it is, has been doing its best to supply our movement while also spreading our message. I was unaware of your territorial regulations regarding trade and for that, I apologize.
That being said, perhaps the Unioners could aid us in a little project, We are in need of a large sum of Black Market Munitions, say 5,000 for now until we prove our project will be successful. You can deliver them to Islay if you choose to help us in this little project.
It doesn't surprise me that the Queens bird brains were out there, they have been harassing us for weeks because we chose to take a stand against their corruption. The Gaian Guard chose to be a leech on the ass of The Queen, we chose to kick her in her teeth. I have been trying my hardest to evade their web of spies, hence the deception as to my true identity.
This message is highly encrypted using syndicliga proprietary encryption cryptography through intranet-publicneralink drops and are functionally untracable if no sender address is given. Abuse of Intranet functionality commands community service punishments as listed in regulation five three seven gamma six. security is assumed. Any deliberate or otherwise location triangulation method successfully employed against anonymous transmissions will receive either a one billion credit reward or immediate incarceration dependent upon disclosure and motive. The revanchist council requests that Arbeiters do not squander valuable neuralnet bandwith on the consumption of CNS articles, adult content, or gambling, and advise that the relevant arbeiters employ public terminals for such use, rather than the secure line. Communal enforcement may differ between Reichsarbeitergesellschaft der Alsterian and Landwirtrechbewegung cells. Consult your admin for technical support or contact your resident Neural Technology Help Specialist at www.totallypacifica@notAHacker.net. The Union reminds Arbeiters that "trolling" is not an acceptable standard of political debate, unless aimed at capitalists, fascists, militarists, etc, who lack the neurological prerequisites to engage in such discourse. Southern Unioners are encouraged to remember that the average Unioner's literary age is roughly analogous to a twelve year old on PCP, and are encouraged to avoid engaging in difficult subjects, and are suggested to stick to familiar subjects, such as the market value of cardamine, bundschuh-based footwear puns, and the general terrible quality of life aboard wedel mining station.
Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
G.Riehl
Incoming Transmission
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To: Brother Anton Bauer and Devin Blackwood From: Grun Wingco', Vorarbeiter tacname 'Hellion' Subject:Flight and encounter data x2. Just to show we're on the level.
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Riehl shoots off a smile, lifting her helmet.
"Sure thing, Devin."
She sqats, facing the viewfinder. She's somewhere between her mid twenties and thirties - old, for a flight operative in an industry as dangerous as the darkspaces of the Sirian core systems.
"Sure. Well, we're probably not going to have a problem with each other. How we all carve out a place for ourselves isn't mine to fiddle with."
She brings up another set of images. Grainy guncamera footage.
"I'd figured you'd want some proof that we can be a reliable contributor to your operations out here. I did rob one of your men."
"Ciphered the best way to show you that we're real-steel ingots out under the hammer and cog here was to show us chipping away for the Hammer-and-Cog. That's the last two days of service."
"Cut out planetform transports - over and over, headed down to Stuttgart to drop off proprietary fertilizers that turn that topsoil into plastic before you can say 'Adam get away from that chemical defoliant." Screw me." It took a lil' teamwork, but we managed to save bang on twenty five units of xenofauna from being gawed at by pasty Libertonian daytrippers. Obviously a prison station ain't the place for what the Neuralnet calls a 'Gaian White-eyed contradeer. Its hooves severed a Unionist's femoral artery struggling it out of the cargobay, so I'd like Bambi off my space station, pronto."
She's got an oblique expression on her face as she picks up a coffee cup with just a little bit too much emphasis on the 'Molly' component. You realise she's enjoying herself. Is it happiness? Perhaps - she's borderline radiant.
"Call me a mad witch. It's refreshing to have the chance to save some lives for a change. I was born in an asteroid without any kinda' bioponics. Most of my kin' find planets terrifying. Dodge any danger of a horizon and that pit of a skyline they can. Not me. I spent enough years rockside on Hamburg to love the Boreal forests that we had to stick our dugouts down in. The smell of pine leaves on the tundra - it digs deep."
"It's intrinsic. Something inside us that makes us wanna' give a crap about the world around us. I'm no pontificating pontifex assholius maximus. Whatever. Everybody's got their own causes or lack of - bully me, right? But I wouldn't be a very good Unioner if I couldn't see that people who mistreat nature are gonna' mistreat other human beings without seeing the logic jump. It's just how you are."
"Sure. There's an international red movement. Raising the Coalition flag, ra ra ra. Real raise The Wall hours."
"Maybe, just maybe, Sirius would be less of a pisshole if there was a cross-house Green Movement. Us, the Gaians, the Farmer's Alliance up in Kusari. 'Food' for thought, eh?"
She falls mute.
"R-right. Anywho' - yer' going to rock up with a transport packing an arboretum as soon as you can. These beasties are damn stressed and, whilst we're trying to keep 'em comfortable, we can't provide for them out here. Someone better with animals than me says they're partially domesticated, so OS and C might have been screwing with them for a while. Hope you can get them the care they need."
"Oh, and you don't have to do this, but our boys would love to take a can opener to some of your Gaian drive units. Those high-efficiency engines are a dreamsong. Bring a few with you if you're willing to have a few hundred curious Unioner ship architects pore over your propulsion units for a few months."
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The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Wedel's Remnants.
Transmission Complete
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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Data Packet Delivery Successful Sender:Devin Blackwood Encryption:YES Subject:Relations.
Ms.Riehl,
Your organization has certainly proved it's willing to back up what you say with action, I like that, it is one of the many things I loathed about my predecessors, including the Gaian Guard. It is time Sirius came to respect nature, and I believe you are right. The Maltese have ruled with their poison, The Corsairs with their trinkets, and The Coalition with its "Red isn't Dead" campaign. Then there are those who look past that to the bigger picture, organizations like yours and mine.
How good are drugs, when you cannot relax and enjoy an artificial sunset?
What is the value of a paperweight with no paper?
The purpose of a revolution if all of Humanity is already dead?
The truth is, all of those require Humanity, and Humanity requires Nature. Planetform, SynthFoods, and Orbital Spa and Cruise have chosen to abuse nature and encourage society at large to take it for granted. They represent a Triumvirate of Pollution. A Trans-Sirius Green Alliance could be a force to be reckoned with, it would allow us to put in check those corporations who seek only to exploit nature for their own gain.