Well hello Miss Hunter!

I got to say I'm not quite sure what the hell you did to whomever handled relations with the Hackers before for them to not want to deal with you anymore, but looks like I'm going to be the one to have that little chit-chat with you. Didn't expect that at all, but to be honest? I ain't going to complain! When the boys up in the directorate called they gave me quite the liberties in how to handle this, too, so I honestly can barely await it!

But seriously, you want to talk - I'll be the one you get to talk to. I see you want to get this done sooner rather then later, so sure, I'll bite. So throwing a dice, let's say - tomorrow? First of April, 21:00 UTC at Pacifica. The Tanner Belt likes to provide this kind of discretion you'd like, after all.

Here's hoping.

We're known for our honesty. You can't make a dishonest living without credibility on your side. Another paradox of the "underworld" that the over-world has made us into. The direktorate's mulled over the terms; no dissenting voices. I don't have the pleasure of an autocracy, but the tables stayed straight without a trip to the woodturner.

That combat interruption didn't sway the issue, it knocked the ball home. The Legion's proven it has the capacity to attack the directorate and the professorship directly. You know how they are; they're jury-rigged for first-strike potential, all master-of-none, the second hand triathletes in the guerilla games. They've weaponised your e-war developments, but they're last-generation in implementation, big, loud, monolithic. They've developed spacecraft architectures after our own ethos, but they're nothing more than splice-togethers with a lick of black.

In return, we're willing to offer strategic data that we consider relevant to the Libertonian theatre. Not that we'd been withholding cards, but there'd been no formal exchange line. You're information traders, you're better equipped to make sense of the strategic situation on your side of the border.

You're likely better aware than we are that former Order turncoat, Captain Johnathan Kalhmera, the Libertonian-Hispanic CO of the battleship Amenhotep, was discharged without warning from the ranks of the fifth fleet. Battlegroup Harmony's been building infection data on the fifth; coupled together, we believe we can convince the captain that his high command has been compromised; render the rogue asset useful. We've made contact; the Unioners intend to be the carrot whilst his old colours start throwing sticks. Increased exposure of the Separatist cause to third party elements brings us more positive chaos to this condemned house; the more the spoons, the more soup gets churned out of the pot.

Kalh developed a reputation amongst the Chort's Forge cell in the half year before our joint op' in New Hampshire changed the face of Libertonian Separatism forever. Kalh's a straight shooter with a paragon complex, idealistic, not flag-based patriotism, and a conservative eye. He's not a reluctant Napoleon like the good Admiral Knight, nor half as useful. But he's a means to keep the momentum up. Point him at the Nomads, hands off the reigns.

We've got the Liberty government to task. Point Kahl at the nomads - he'll flip faster than a weighted cent.

I'm digressing beyond our mandate by turning this into a bona fide brief.

Next meeting, count on me. If not me, one of the cell-leaders. Throwing them up the status tree helps keep me in power by giving them the right to exercise a little executive overreach.

Politics. If I thought that'd be my future, I would have never left Stuttgart. On the wrong side of the ethics tree, grey suits get paid through the lobbytrough to recant for institutions they don't believe in.

That being said, I wouldn't miss our alliance for pork from a debtor's spoon.

Union actual, out.