12-08-2013, 05:55 PM
*Appears strained somewhat.*
“Look ami’s, I’d thought better of your movement. Do not disgrace yourself by preying upon impartials, no?”
“…Now you see ami – I am a Zoner( naturally) and I realise that Zoner neutrality is a concept to be earned, not an immutable truism. Put simply, I consider it both understandable and probable that a piratically inclined band of credit-hungry revolutionaries may view my (and my comrades) vessels as vast, celestial piggybanks just waiting to be cracked apart for their contents, until shown the error of their ways and the virtues of co-operation. This I attempted at the incident’s date”.
“…However, there is a certain…” *Bites his lip as though attempting to swallow it* “…’Line of virtue’, if you will, that pirates (not that I bridge a comparison, of course) commonly adhere to. One example of that is the particularly novel criminal initiative is to - as opposed to releasing the victim once the payment has been transferred - is pestle the poor subject transport into a fine powder then take the vessels ore for its own, despite payment transferrance.”
“…The transport for the purpose of this demonstration is the ‘Concurrance One’, a ZXBT-7 series Zoner Whale transport of two-year service lineage within the Commerce wing of the Commonwealth Raven, a craft I happened to be situated up at the time of the embarrassment. The very fact that we then lost a second transport to a completely disassociated set of blundering buccaneers in Omega Seven hardly proved endearing the prevailing fraternal mood towards the Criminal orders.”
“…Now the fact is ami, I can forgive a total profit loss, time loss, loss of a good 7.4% of the Commonwealth’s shipping capability, but I cannot possibly forgive the vast number of aggrieved queries assaulting my inbox as to the fate of the eighty nine crewmembers of ‘Concurrance One’ who were too preoccupied asphyxiating, burning, screaming, having their innards explode through their eyesockets to reach the nearest escape pod, like I myself managed to.”
“…I now have to explain to those relatives how the death of a few Zoners somehow contributed to the Hessian Revolution. Would anyone care to clarify exactly how the demise of a neutral party (who I might add, may have been interested in the concept of supplying you one day as a business partner and an intriguing connexion within the Omega regions), aids your struggle?”
“…Think about it ami, nay, drill your brains upon it. We could (one day) have a profitable relationship at work between our organisations, provided we all keep our heads screwed on. Remember, our ideals are comparable. I’m a Zoner, I believe in freedom from house autonomy and cooperate greed, as do you, Hessians. So hessians, if you really wish to continue mauling potential friends out of a purely financial motive, then go right ahead…”
“…The direct result of continued aggression? Why, we’ll simply employ more mercenaries to guard our convoys (they will need the credits as much as you do, ami), and if this proves insufficient we will simply move our shipping operations to another theatre, far out of your reach, which would deny you any access to the credits you so militantly seek.”
“…Put simply; if you continue to raid us, then we’ll ship elsewhere. And if we ship elsewhere, then you won’t be able to raid us, or earn any credits from the pleasure. Has a certain ring to it, no?”
“Bluntly; if you wish for an H-fuel supplier, come to us. If you wish for a birth and fair company, come to us, and if you wish for a secret to be kept, come to us. If you wish for credits, then pirate those that are your enemies, and not the other thing”.
“…Are we transparent, ami’s? Because I have a stack of deathmail to reply to.”
"If you wish for a personal, candid meeting over the issue, then by all means specify a rendezvous location, and we will send you a time for it. If you wish for monthy kill-me-not payments, well, that can be organised as well…."
“Till the next time you do something ludicrously unhelpful.”
“Remember ami’s, I hold the honour of living my life through the lens of total diplomatic impartiality, and have seen off a great many swashbuckling Visigoths since the time of my Sirian induction; the pen is a fine, servile javelin, with a shaft far more pliable to the purpose than common ordinance; violence would indeed be an inept riposte, at least from your vantage.”
“Oh, and don’t be reticent about your intelligence my Teutonic tétons – it reeks of ill humour”.