12-10-2018, 06:27 PM
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
NEURAL NET ID:Joshua Hunt
SECURITY CLEARANCE: Absolute
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: Extreme
PRIORITY: MEDIUM
FREQUENCY: ELYSIUM
DELAY: N/A
TOPIC: Troubles
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MESSAGE
MESSAGE
Hello old friend.
Despite the circumstances, I hope you're well. Word has reached me of the troubles your little patch of paradise is going through. My counterpart informs me we intend to evacuate our safe house personnel and any other assets we have present in the area. I requested the ability to make this call, as I'm otherwise indisposed due to some troubles of my own.
Nevertheless, this isn't entirely a social call.
John. You and I both know what you're dealing with. Right behind the Bretonians is the Royal Navy. People would say these are desperate times, but war itself is a desperate thing. If we abandon our words, wisdom and civility for bloodshed, we've chosen to continue the cycle of self-destruction our species has been repeating since man first figured out he could crush something's head with a big enough rock. The Bretonians believe they're faced with no other alternative than to push into the Omegas. A perceived problem is worse than an actual problem.
Rambling aside, I'm offering you asylum. You, a moderate number of civilians, wounded and scientific or medical personnel. Safety and shelter, already established. You've had a tour, if you recall. The city on the distant icy world, tucked away from the prying eyes of the Sector and the guns of its conflicts. I know it isn't much, but in the situation I'm in we're lucky this call was even permitted to be made.
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I look forward to hearing from you. My time is up, it seems.
- Leviathan
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