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*The head bobs to it's right shoulder*

Viva, El Presidente.

As requested, i initiated my efforts to open the Corsair Empire to more trade, while keeping an eye out for an opportunity to heal the malady that is plaguing your people.

Thus, we visited Liberty, courtesy of the Jumping Junker Congress that gave us a lift from Gamma to Puerto Rico.
I think Machete soiled his pants twice on the trip.

Not even 20 minutes later, we had half of the New York Fleet on our hides, and myself was found having a decent chat with Lily Hale, sister to their Liberty Navy Admiral, David Hale.
A man of potency in the House, and definitively the go-to man if you somethin' done in that hell hole.

Seems they are having some Rheinlander problem, and i mean the kind of problem we are good shooting at.
Something to give your man pride, that they desperately need.
And with their production capabilities, ready to vomit the goods the Empire needs, i saw the benefit of trade, business and death.

Miss Hale, however, did mentioned they also opened some talks with them Hessians. Nothing solid at the moment, but i will dig up more dirt on this, and will find you a stinky rotten corpse that's willin' to spill the beans.

Mr. President, i can't stress enough the magnitude and importance of opening trade and military relationships with Liberty will have in the evolution of the Corsair Empire and in it's people.

For far too long, you all were stuck in the Omegas and Omicrons fighting against enemies that don't even make you sweat anymore.

T'is time you begin your way to a better and shinnier future.
Your people demands it.
Death demands it.
And damn, there's so many Rheinlanders to kill.

Now get your ass of that chair, tell Rosa to stop sucking and get to it.

Cold, sweet kisses,
Muerte.

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'ola Diabla Roja ... or Santa Muerte as el riff raff calls you these days.

It seems you are taking the task of being my personal envoy serious, as you should.
Do not forget though that dealing with foreign savages as you describe,
may prove more difficult than it appears.
There are multiple factors that we need to consider
before I will present any standing on these matters in the Council of Elders.

The enemigo of our enemigo could be a potential amigo.
However, we must be cautious in allowing the amigo of our enemigo to be considered as a amigo.

Your claims that this so called ''Libertonian goverment'' might be licking the boots of el Hecian gives us two options.
Either we convince these forasteros to discontinue their collaboration with the filthy Hessian and come to a agreement,
or we will look for support elsewhere.

I want you to gather more information.
Contact señor Moka of the Liberty Rangers.
These individuals have been most generous to our people before and to my knowledge know Liberty like no other.

Vamos.

~Elder Juanez ''el Presidente'' Buonocore.~

*The silver mask shines against the camera*

Viva, El Presidente.

It's Liberty Rogues. Not Liberty Rangers.
They are the main unlawful faction within the Liberty Core systems and a thorn on the Liberty Government side ever since their inception.

You boyo, you were played.

Mr. President, you probably do not know that the Liberty Rogues have dealings with the Outcasts, and that they are the
main distributors of cardamine within the Liberty House.
Plus, they do not have the easy access to the Liberty markets or the means to facilitate purchase of the supplies in the quantities that the Corsair Empire needs.

If we do go into business with the unlawful side of Liberty, their heavy associations with the Outcast Nation will come to light, sooner or later, and such knowledge may impeache any effort and even tarnish your reputation with the remaining Elders and corsair factions.

As Oracle of the Corsair Empire, i strongly advise a careful planning in any step of the way.
Every action has a reaction.
Every movement has an outcome.

And the riff raff you mentioned, are the people that follow yer hide.
That grant you power.

T'is most unwise to say that to their only living saint.
Of Death, at that.

And i am not your personal envoy.
I am the Oracle of the Corsair Empire.
And i will cure the plague that is harassing your people.

Kisses and drop dead someday,
Muerte.

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Mentira !! Mentira!!!!!!

What you say is slander and lies!
You mock my great amigo Moka of el Liberty Rangers.
You are misinformed , I have all the reports that show otherwise!!
The Liberty Rangers would never do such a thing as they are honest people who wouldn't steal a piece of pollo from a paella!

Your Oracle words flow like mierda from a cow's behind!
El average Corsair is so hungry he'll even feed on that!
The Maltese are like a piece of eggshell stuck in my morning tortilla.
A mere irritation that my jaws crush with ease!

How dare you bring up the other Elders!
Half of them do not know how to grow a beard ,
and I have to lead an empire with these people!
Either they are too old to praise me and just sit there silently,
or they are too young and inexperienced , their hearts lacking courage.
Sometimes I even think their pants lack cohones!

The people do not want Oligarchy.
The people want me , they love me, ask around!
All they need is an icon to stand in my shadow.
So you are going to make that happen comprendre?
You are my personal envoy and you will continue your mission now!

Vamos!

*The silver mask nods in disagreement*

You act like a kid that needs a whoopin'.
And i am, you can ask around, the best at givin' a whooping.
'Cause i ain't here to look pretty.

My knowledge of Sirius is the best weapon in the Corsair Empire as we speak.
My knowledge of its people and my advice is something you do well to heed.

I was Silver. La Diabla Roja.
A terrorist in almost every corner and House of Sirius.
I know who, what and where.

As Oracle of your people, i am obliged to give you assistance, and assistance i will give.

And this is it.

Lord Moka and the Liberty Rogues are working with the Outcast Nation to spread and sell cardimine in the Liberty House.

You may not believe my words, but your people do.

So do not forget, i am Santa Muerte.
I can kill with words, guns, bottles, assorted farm tools and stationary, while you can only make high pitch fits, bish.

Who do you think they, your people, pray to when they are facing the enemy in battle now, Mr. President?

You..
Or me?

Kisses and get stuffed,
Muerte.

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You are forgetting that without my blessing you'd still be rotting away in Rhodes prison!
That makes me mas holy than you!
You're voice is terrible and it keeps on talking!
It makes me feel like being in a room with all my ex wives and unlawful children!

And their crying babies!

Since the people believe your words get to work!
As I have mentioned you have lots of assignments.
Do not fail me!

Besos

*The silver mask nods in disagreement*

I will not contact Lord Moka for this.
Your own mistakes will be your own undoing.

*Breathes in*

By the way.
Rosa will die today.
Choked.
By your own hands.

*She let's a single laugh escape*

And as for the Hessian problem, i foresee they will shoot their own feet way before our business is concluded.

There are many variables to be taken in account.
As it is.. This whole thing.. It is in its inception.
It can be born as a stillbirth, damaged like you, or even succeed.

Our effort will be the determinant factor.

Contacting the Rogues and Lord Moka for the supplies that the Corsair Empire needs won't be effective since even the Junkers can get their hands on the commodities and transport it in a large scale fast and quiet, as you have seen yesterday.

Direct access to the Liberty market is something that you and the Empire needs.

And the Rogues or the Junkers can't give you that. Only the Liberty Government can.

So think, Mr. President.
Use that brain of yours.

And with that, i got people to kill and to bless.
Don't forget to call Rosa.

Kisses,
Muerte.

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