Against all odds?

I am a Unioner.

We carved a society from nothing but the hulks of dying vessels and silicate asteroids.

Maltese, the actions that you take are yours. Our code is insistent on the responsibility of individuals. Actions matter. I am the kingpin of unioner activities within Bering, but I cannot, nor would I, if I could, define the actions of individual Unioner wings.

However, you are the only witness to support your case. You claim to have killed our people after ours engaged you. Combative…. attitude considered, they had their reasons, I am sure.

We survive against all odds. Against loaded odds. The isolation of the Maltese was forced. We chose to resist the given path. We are not the victims of fate - we make own odds. Against a cosmos that has rejected us long before the Nation's government first turned against your squadron. Anybody can survive within the vastness of space. It is easy to crawl. To flourish? Takes panache. Our ancestors were testing the odds before yours climbed out of their gravity well.

So put your abstract list down and tell us what you want. If its trade, we will provide. Services? They are legion.

We know who you are, One Hundred and First. It is our industry to be aware of players within the underworld. Once you are angels - now you are bound for hell. Paragons of Malta, once. Undone by those who themselves undone. Generationally antiquated under five generations of Maltese political transitions.

You’re an island people searching for a home, a roost. Firm ground from which you start grinding down that revenge list of yours. Our goals are not contradictory. A healthy Maltese opposition keeps for keeping the Hispanic civil war away from Rheinland’s black market, which keeps me unfathomably powerful and my flesh still attached to my bones. Pragmatically, we approve of patriots. You behoove us both not to piss me off.

We will feed you, house you, clothe you, offer commission. But don’t presume you can crap on our doorstep, Texas. The Coalition concerns me. The Hesse concern me. You? Your numbers are diminutive, your casus belli unclear. There are millions of us, and we are the most technically proficient organisation this side of Federal law. I am more concerned by the Xenos.

Soma put it clean. One last chance to consider the righteous way out of this conversation. Bering is overrun with our allies - our only significant threat is the Xenos, who have made paltry impact against our own forces. Bering is a fortress of dead ships, infrastructure, rocks, radiation. Even the Zoners are moving out of the system - soon, Freeport Two will be the home of brigands.

You’re not in Alpha anymore, Maltese. We have kept our neutrality between Malta and Crete generations - the snarls of a woman so bent on her own echelon that she has been outcast, aptly, from the Outcasts.

I will put it plain. You’re bent to be candid - I won’t insult your honour with less than the truth.


How should I view you? A patriot, far from home, in need of brothers, in a righteous crusade for glory lost - or an irrelevant punk, a relic of Malta’s excesses, a survivor of a sunken ship too blinded by the sea to sense the sharks circling?


You came into our home and shot our housemates. As acquaintances, we are valuable to each other. The Reichsarbeitergesellshaft is always interested in promoting foreign resistance to globalist, to monolithic, to corrupt, to Nomadic, influences. We support the Harmony separatists, the Farmer’s Alliance, to name but a few, at the end of a long, firm arm.

If you come into Bering to craft a mindless feud with strangers, you’re a fool, without honour, without respect.

You claim you are destined to survive. Prove it by ensuring your survival, on your own terms, from the respect of equals. We are both individuals who have chosen to devote ourselves to a state that cares not for own own lives.

If you choose conflict, then I can only assume that you are are merely an enraged, isolated coward unworthy of your own principles.

And against such dishonour, Against all odds, we'll overcome you. Against all odds, we'll survive. Against all odds, we'll win, Outcast. Not for power, but because we are not worthless pieces of piss who pick battles with our ideological equals.

Consider.