04-04-2018, 08:55 AM
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To whomever this missive finds,
I am Taskmaster Harold Kane, one of the representatives of the nation-state of Natio Octavarium. In the interest of not wasting your time, I will be brief in description of our history and get to the point. We are the remains of what was, before the treaties were drawn up and signed between our government and those of Bretonia and Liberty, the Vagrant Raiders. For the past few years we have been in the Independent Worlds in various locations, hopping from rock to rock and void to void in hiding from the onslaught of Gallia against our people, and have most recently found ourselves with new benefactors in the form of the Crayter Republic. And while we are grateful for what they have offered us, we cannot source everything from them. We have a few needs, one of which we believe you can fulfill.
You see, our new home is deep in the Taus, where there are asteroids and Gauls both in numbers too thick to comprehend and for our severely outdated communications systems to cope with. And as you can tell by the appearance of this message, it's not particularly aesthetically pleasing. But we know you operate in thick minefields and have had to evade the Gauls -- and presumably they're not as daft with modern communications as they are with the common tongue, so you can probably defeat whatever nonsense the baguette brigade uses to mess with your transmission and reception.
In short, madams and/or sirs, we are interested in purchasing some communications equipment from you. Example equipment, software, blueprints, whatever you can legally get us so our comms work out in the middle of nowhere and won't look like they were sent on a comm box from...
...wait, does that copyright date say 784 A.S.?
Let us know what your thoughts are.
Best regards,
Taskmaster Harold Kane
Natio Octavarium, Fourth Fleet
I am Taskmaster Harold Kane, one of the representatives of the nation-state of Natio Octavarium. In the interest of not wasting your time, I will be brief in description of our history and get to the point. We are the remains of what was, before the treaties were drawn up and signed between our government and those of Bretonia and Liberty, the Vagrant Raiders. For the past few years we have been in the Independent Worlds in various locations, hopping from rock to rock and void to void in hiding from the onslaught of Gallia against our people, and have most recently found ourselves with new benefactors in the form of the Crayter Republic. And while we are grateful for what they have offered us, we cannot source everything from them. We have a few needs, one of which we believe you can fulfill.
You see, our new home is deep in the Taus, where there are asteroids and Gauls both in numbers too thick to comprehend and for our severely outdated communications systems to cope with. And as you can tell by the appearance of this message, it's not particularly aesthetically pleasing. But we know you operate in thick minefields and have had to evade the Gauls -- and presumably they're not as daft with modern communications as they are with the common tongue, so you can probably defeat whatever nonsense the baguette brigade uses to mess with your transmission and reception.
In short, madams and/or sirs, we are interested in purchasing some communications equipment from you. Example equipment, software, blueprints, whatever you can legally get us so our comms work out in the middle of nowhere and won't look like they were sent on a comm box from...
...wait, does that copyright date say 784 A.S.?
Let us know what your thoughts are.
Best regards,
Taskmaster Harold Kane
Natio Octavarium, Fourth Fleet
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