To: The Sirius Rogues. From: The Gunn which shoots no blanks. Subject: Spit on it.
I like you.
Be razor clean. You risked lives for ours. That means you care. That means we’ve got a blood bond going down.
You can pass it off by saying you just wanted to nuke some hunters - I might even pretend to believe you. But lies never turn out well in favours. I stab in the light. I rob in the day. We paint space green with our ghost light, because even the tunnel of love needs its skeletons.
Don’t screw us - I won’t screw you. We’re a natural fit for each other. North south. Dogs and dirt. We own the Liberty Rheinland smuggling arteries, you stick the screws in their trade. We have a vice around the neck of that thin, breakable trade lane which is all that connects Rheinland and Liberty together from being severed apart. No more Synth Foods. No more Interspace. No more cooperate dogs telling you you’re not worth the ink used to print your redundancy papers.
We’re going to write those papers in blood, Rogues. Nail them to the foreheads of the scoffing dons. Get some necks a haircut. And you’re going to get horribly, stinking rich in the process.
We’re like you. Pillars of our people thrown under the train because the establishment realised our gore might grease the wheels. Time to foul them up.
This is what we’re proposing. We let you park up in our territory and in return we get free roam of Texas. We take down the small fry right up to the white sharks together. We smash skulls, collect loot, and as the Hudson trade artery becomes less and less economically viable we flush all the extra smuggling cash we’re piling up your way. The Unioners are master shipbuilders and we’ve got the spare capacity to wage our own little pocket war out here, so tell us what hardware you need and we’ll send it northwest. We sell, we buy, we neuter outlander dogs.
Proposing Trade. Two crates of, cool, refreshing Rheinbiers that's passed the Reinheitsgebot for some of that sweet, sweet ultraviolence.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
"I of the Liga, do not fold" "For suits or saints or beggar's gold. Information-Recruitment-Message Dump-Feedback
Greetings Unioners. It is good you have contacted us. We were just discussing contacting you. We have quite a bit to offer each other. First, we would like to thank you for your assistance and dedication to fighting against Liberty Forces. Surely by now both of us have caught their attention. Now imagine the complete chaos we can unleash with our combined might! Would we be correct in assuming you have taken a direct interest in expanding into Liberty? Perhaps a more formal alliance between us can be made? Our leader is impressed by your combat prowess and would like to extend his hand to your group. You are correct, we are not that different in the situation a corrupt government has thrown us into, or our goals. This could be the beginning of a true friendship, forged in the truth hidden by the lies and deceit of our perspective "Governments".
You have asked for blueprints to our Scylla in order to assist one of our members in constructing one for himself. We wonder, would this be so that your pilots may construct them for themselves? Yes, this is something we can offer. We may not have the capabilities of producing these vessels in mass, however, we do have the technology to ensure that your pilots will have the firepower they need. In return you could assist us with the construction of these vessels. Kip has already spoken to us about working with you in the construction of his own flagship and will contact you very soon.
One of our goals is to establish a form of economy. The warships need fuel and armaments. Our primary source of income thus far has been in the exchanges of Slaves, Cardamine, and Artifacts. It has not made us rich, but it fuels the war effort. In this case the means justify the ends. You say you have an outlet for smuggling? So far most of our business has been conducted with the Junkers. We detest their very existence, however, we have found them useful enough to allow them to live. Our main concern is that our meager income does not run into any disruptions. Will this be an issue?
Do not Fear Us,
Do not Hate Us,
We will show you the Truth,
The Truth shall set you Free!
To: The Sirius Rogues. From: The Gunn which shoots no blanks. Subject: Killing.
It’s been quite some time.
Libertonians shoot out the relay buoys. We replace them. They shoot them out. We shoot them down. Repeat.
A person takes two hundred and eighty days. A relay buoy takes twelve hours. They will run out of men long before we run out of neuraware.
Scylla. The designs would be useful to compare with our own, but we have no need of your cruiser. We’re not Hessian pigs - we believe in a little thing called intellectual property. At most, we might run off one as a diplomatic gesture.
We can mass produce anything and everything you so desire, Rogues. Imagine the union’s as a gigantic beast. We will eat all the raw materials we’re fed and we’ll crap war machines out the far side.
You’re in luck.
We run the artefact trade between Gamma and Texas. The whole of route 66. Light-centuries of cosmic meandering. Crows chomping at our silk road, pitched dogfights for the trade caravans. Every transport we lose just cranks up the value of the stones. Sometimes we run them without escorts - let the quota tick. Watch the collectors run rampant, the scientists fume as the ratios shift red. What's a few hundred, a few thousand men, when the one percent who broke us will pay for their own undoing for a xenoarcheological carrot on a stick? Disgusting. We handle Rheinland and Liberty, the Hogs get whatever's left of Kusari anymore. We hand over to the Junkers once we return to Liberty space - for a little shared interest, we can move that pipeline down your necks instead. We can get you fuel - we’ve been helping Kruger steal from Gas Mining whores since the Eighty Years War. Our engines run MOX pellet A-mat reactors. Pulse propulsion. Antimatter initiated. It isn’t efficient or low mass but it thrashes H-fuel systems in performance ceilings. GMG can't make us spread our lips if they don't have a fuel port to stick a nozzle in, little Kusarian cucks.
We don’t care that you’ve got some sticks to thrash with the Junkers. Don’t spray gore on us and your business is your own. Be careful, Rogues. We’ve got a protection pact with them, particularly the Congress. Fry Marauders and independents when you want to - but we see you firing at our pact partners, you better learn to breathe muon plasma. We have it in spades.
What you do when we’re out of the system is your own business, of course - except for Bering. That’s our block. The more crooked men of the undercroft we can jam in the Tanner belt, the less likely the Federals are going to come back and nick a pretty well established blackmarket keystone from us. Dark things crawl between those rocks, Rogues. We’re going to have a party when we set them loose.
Anything you want us to get producing, say it. We’ve got the largest, most productive shipyard this side of the law - and it’s under-utilised.
Our governments are victims of the same system. Federalism will die, as it has murdered every good that came before; in excruciating ignominy.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
"I of the Liga, do not fold" "For suits or saints or beggar's gold. Information-Recruitment-Message Dump-Feedback