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RECIPIENT: Pepe Landron, planet Crete.
FROM: Commodore Juliette Pascal de Lorraine, Royal Enclave Navy.
LOCATION: RNS-Grenoble, Brittany.
SUBJECT: Trade relations.
ENCRIPTION: HIGH

Je vous salue.

First of all, i want to represent myself. My name is Juliette Pascal de Lorraine, and i am commanding officer of la Division des Forces Spéciales Vipére.
I appeal to you on behalf of the research team of our division and royal armed forces of the Enclave. Recently, a batch of amazing objects of alien origin fell into our hands, and the person who transported them noted that they came from Crete. Xenoarchaeology is a young but very promising science, and therefore we are interested in regular supply of these "artifacts." As a payment for them, we can offer you the best personal weapons available in our warehouses and, of course, a generous cash reward.
I am aware that you may not have the best opinion of us, but I decided that it’s worth trying to agree. After all, we respect your borders and independence (unlike the Coalition), and therefore did not begin to invade your territory with our research groups.
Besides, money doesn't smell, right?

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Signed: Juliette Pascal de Lorraine, "La Division Vipère"

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Carrier ID: Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron | Carrier: Juliette Pascal de Lorraine | Description: El trade

El trade

Senora Pascal de Lorraine... *nods*

We are trying to have no opinion about nations and/or their organisations, whenever possible. El business is el business. But, it happened you did mucho evil things to Gaians, our old allies. You also glassed some huge smoky planet, with all the people on it. That is not our real concern, but it also could be Crete - in case you won that war and reached deeper Omegas. All that together hurt our feelings, no matter we share common enemy, greedy fat Bretonians.

This was just a small clarification, not real subject of this conversation.

We are actually glad you addressed to The Brotherhood.

Our treasury is mucho empty, almost the same as our armories. And we seat on xeno relics and alien artifacts riches. We even have stabile source of sorted artifacts, all sorting handmade by professionals. So... what exact commodity you need first and where, senora?

- Xeno Relics
- Alien Artifacts
- Sorted Artifacts

Just to remind you: our cooperation must remain secret. I don't want people of Crete find out how desperate for pesetas we are.

*he pressed off button with his hairy macho hand, to end comms. Button cracked, not being able to tell everyone how desperate Ladron is for more pesetas.*

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RECIPIENT: Pepe Landron, planet Crete.
FROM: Commodore Juliette Pascal de Lorraine, Royal Enclave Navy.
LOCATION: RNS-Grenoble, Brittany.
SUBJECT: Trade relations.
ENCRIPTION: HIGH

People tend to make mistakes, Monsieur Landron. Especially those in power. I am not proud of what we did with Leeds, and moreover, I am not happy with the prospect of further living on Bordeaux, better known as Gaia, in Sirius. As for our business, I am primarily interested in xeno relics.
We can make a deal in Dublin. Or, you can arrive in Edinburgh. I promise you and your performers complete anonymity.
And... I am very grateful to you.

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Signed: Juliette Pascal de Lorraine, "La Division Vipère"

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Carrier ID: Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron | Carrier: Juliette Pascal de Lorraine | Description: El trade

El trade

It was a good proposal, senora Pascal de Lorraine. *nods*

Our Xeno Relics fetched a prise grande at Edinburgh. We sent our finest Imperial trade vessel Granjero for this mission two days ago and she's back already, fully loaded with gold. And gold means food, si? It also means more ships to shoot at our common enemies, si?

Here we share something, Granjero captain's log as follows:

~ REPORT ~

Manuel: Granjero's autopilot is loaded with old maps. It brought us and our cargo safely to planet Gaia via old Omicron paths. Gaia's orbit was where we used to rendezvous Gaian escort for proceeding deeper into the system. There was no Gaians now, just docking ring out of use and Enclave patrols. I turned beacon search on and it turned out there was an Enclave shipyard in the same system.

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Manuel: We followed one of Enclave patrol and after some up and down over el system, they brought us to their shipyard. We noticed Privateer patrols in the system, so I decided to stay low profile. In case you don't see our docked pirate train on this image, that's because I know how to stay low profile. I gave my crew a day off, so they went to closest tavern. I myself went straight to find a Foreign Trade officer. With my throat sore dry and my stomach empty. *sigh*

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Manuel: Trade officer was surprised we had so many Xeno Relics under our decks. I was surprised with the price. We both were surprised how nice and fast our cargo became a pile of credits. We shaked hands and I went to tavern to find my drunk crew and force them into few more rounds of drinks on Imperial expense. Well... force might be the wrong word. But they surely were drunk already and bartender was wondering when will we leave.

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Manuel: A voice of our visit was spreading fast to other taverns, so I used it to gather some info about local market. I went to next tavern alone and told bartender we are switching taverns. His face went white. I also told him we could maybe go away if we would know where to find something valuable for returning trip to Crete. That's how we figured out there is another base in the system and his cousin there works with gold. And cousin would like to give us very nice price if we come there fast. And we came there fast. And there was a pile of gold. And price was just right. And rest you know... treasuries need gold and gold needs treasuries. Even on Crete.

~ END OF REPORT ~

We are very satisfied with this trade route, Comodora Juliette Pascal de Lorraine. It's very hush-hush. You will hear more from us.

*he pressed off button with his hairy macho hand, to end comms. Button cracked dead, almost happy how this all ended.*

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