<//Incoming Transmission//--
--//ID: ProjectX//--
--//Location: Unverified//--
--//Message begin//--->
*Static* Hail freaks! *sniff* I was reminded of something, by a recent little encounter and certain things said about the 'Former Glory' dubbed stolen Ranseur, getting your HF goons to try and take it out after misidentifying a Wasupu? Cute as it is, it further proves that you are nothing but thieves - and backstabbers.
You know exactly what I'm talking about, Rossini, and so does Ryder..... The little prick.... Those maps.... Oh those maps.... I'm just glad I didn't give you the ones you'll really need, because other wise I'd be in a bad situation, now wouldn't I? They are worth more than Sirius itself! But no... You still decided to, well, stab me in the back, I guess...
... And I took precautions. You see, I have a subspace transmission packet readied, heavily encrypted and completely untraceable. Inside this packet is the details of the holes in their patrol areas, if you don't want your 'plans' to come falling down around you, you better convince me not to send it. You have fourty-eight hours.
I read this message and I just sigh. You are one angry thing, are you not? Just get over the fact that we scammed you. I am pretty sure that you scam people all the time; believe me, I know this from experience that you do!
Now get off your high horse and put the blackmail down. If anything, it will be useless. Mentioning that will cause people to alter their patrol patterns and render one half of said information as moot.
And we do not negotiate with terrorists. Stop trying to hurt us, there is nothing that you can do to us aside from destroy a few of our ships. And those can be replaced.
Signed,
Commodore Jake Ryder
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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Oh you, Ryder. Believe me, if I was angry something much, much bigger would be happening... *Static* Don't make things worse, I can send them more than just the holes in their defensive network. On that note... You have thirty-nine hours left, and because of this cute little reply, I'm sending two of the packets.
*Your comms unit reads your ID was blocked by his local transmitter*
Jake blinked at his comm panel, a little irked at the denial of accessing the comms. "What happened?" He demanded of the communications officer.
"Sir, we have been blocked by X," The woman answered calmly, "His transmission was not sent over the neural net, it was a direct link to us. Now he blocked our ID."
"Can we hack it?" He asked eagerly.
"Negative. I've tried and the only way to reply is to send a message back. He won't accept them," She said apologetically.
He sat back in his command chair, clenching and unclenching his jaw. "I hate it when they get the last word," He mumbled to himself.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Oh... I just realised I left you blocked. Hahahah! I'm un-blocking you, however all transmissions will be directed to YOUR array, not mine. I'm removing the time limit, too... Frankly, I don't want to do this... It would also be preferable if Ryder didn't keep stalking this channel, maybe someone with half a brain should talk next time? <---//Transmission ended//>
Hmph, because I'm getting... Bored... Of waiting for a response, maybe we should talk this over in person, instead? I'm sure it would be, much, much more convenient.