03-23-2020, 04:06 PM
Alster Unioners |
Tacname: Hellion
Positional group: Volenteer Flight Arbeiter, Union Raiders and recovery
Location: UN|Hellion, Bering System, beyond the Tanner Belt.
Branchgroup: Unioners
The pilot appears to be using the backseat operations terminal to send the transmission. There's nobody other than the autonav VI flying the fighter.
You fooled me - should have figured there were wheels inside the wheels. A jester inside the straight man playing the jester. Too oblique for me.
The good thing about an antimatter-initiated fission-fusion smasher is you can get real confident that drive failure isn't going to bust your source of propulsion gas.
So, um, yeah. In about twenty-four hours from now, or longer, it depends on a few variables, we're sending a couple of wings a-swinging down beyond the oort cloud to what is basically as close to celestial background as you can get. There is -nothing- out here. Nice, real fancy antics with taking my men around zones a certain number of kilo out. I'm going to appropriate that trick as pirates must.
We're going to do some snooping, and if that Diamond-in-the-blackhearted-rough is what we think it is, we're going to blow it up. So, yeah, I think this is somethin' the good ol' always-busted Boorman Treaty calls an 'Attack Declaration'. I'm declaring that we, the Pacifica Unioners, are about to attack you. Real declamatory, like I'm busting out a sonnet.
Anyway, it's dockable - not falling for that trap, so I'm going to head on down with a few dozen toughs and take a little peek, all nice and safe outside the hull, to figure out what the IFF codes are. The benefit of the doubt and all.
Direct all offers of surrendering down this channel.
So, um, yeah. In about twenty-four hours from now, or longer, it depends on a few variables, we're sending a couple of wings a-swinging down beyond the oort cloud to what is basically as close to celestial background as you can get. There is -nothing- out here. Nice, real fancy antics with taking my men around zones a certain number of kilo out. I'm going to appropriate that trick as pirates must.
We're going to do some snooping, and if that Diamond-in-the-blackhearted-rough is what we think it is, we're going to blow it up. So, yeah, I think this is somethin' the good ol' always-busted Boorman Treaty calls an 'Attack Declaration'. I'm declaring that we, the Pacifica Unioners, are about to attack you. Real declamatory, like I'm busting out a sonnet.
Anyway, it's dockable - not falling for that trap, so I'm going to head on down with a few dozen toughs and take a little peek, all nice and safe outside the hull, to figure out what the IFF codes are. The benefit of the doubt and all.
Direct all offers of surrendering down this channel.
If it's in the 'Ring, the Unioners will find it. That's the scout's honour guarantee.