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Greetings members of the Zoner Council and to you Chairman Doc Holliday who I already had the pleasure of talking to. I'm the Capo Bastone of the Smokeone Familia, nicknamed Fat Penguino.

For too long have we, The Smokeone Familia and our Hessian comrades sat by and watched endless Zoner convoys supply the Corsairs with vital resources that have ultimately aided them in the war against us and fortified their position in the Omega-5 war-zone. We have lost too many of our pilots and wasted too much of our resources for us to accept these shady dealings any further.

The Don has therefore presented to you, the Zoner Council with a proposal, that if accepted will put an end to this arising problem. We believe our conditions are fair and appropriate for the already caused damage your "innocent dealings" have done to our people.


The Capo Bastone lit a cigar and nodded to The Don. They now, along with The Consigliere awaited the response.

Transmission Terminated...

Transmission Terminated...

"You dont look like no hessian I ever seen. Looks more like an outcast playin off as a hessian, or maybe even a turn-tailed 'sair. Maybe you should stop makin demands when you aint in no place to make 'em, ey?"

Noone will respond either. They don't like you. They think you smell bad. Go home filthy Outcast.

Comm ID: RFS Freedom

*snort*

-Jonah Robinson and Crew

Comm ID: Yev Lightwing

**fart noise**

--Signed, Yev
Zoner Guard

*sits in a chair and looks skyward*

Eris, what I really need is about 3 more of me so that I can get things sorted. EVERYONE seems to want something from us these days and give us nothing.

Mr. Padrone, do what you see fit. I guess it matters not that I have more work to do than you can possibly imagine.....nor care about I'm sure.

Dr. John Henry Holliday

Aye, give the poor man a break... GIVE ME THAT ZONER! STOP THAT ZONER! DON'T FEED THE STARVING ON CRETE ZONER!

Even as I hate the Corsairs, you are being unreasonable.

~Fantasma