It is our policy to maintain contact with groups known to be possession of institutional knowledge, software or hardware resources, skillsets, and assets, suspected of containing value to our aerospace developments, to the benefit of the wider insurgency.

We believe you have said resources and would willingly make trade of technical resources in return for a transfer of equivalent resources and a formalisation of ties.

Interested in hearing us out?

It's public record that the Natio and the VR before y'all were in possession of a Spyglass retrofit battleship. Real oldschool. You'd rigged it up as a quasi-residential flying archaeology with the help of various Sirian factions. We asked around as part of our own investigations into the design and the Hackers (we're mates with everyone in the Liberty Underworld, sans Xenos and the Venereal Lesions) sent us the Metro's full intel dossier: Mark Two, most of the E-war gear stripped for sundries. Mean creative engineering, my techs tell me. For the unionised.

We have a Spyglass of our own; there's few knocking around anymore; but we've got one. It's beat-up, been heavily junkerised over time, but it works: (we call her the Siren, on account of her sensor shadow being so damn loud). The ship's been refactored so far beyond its initial structural regimen that we're down to the last roll of figurative tape - She's packing a bizzare mix of Rheinland federal flack cannons, Unioner proprietary point defences, and whatever Liberty ordinance we could scrounge from Bering itself. The Union's a big organisation, Kane, but we're disorganised; each Unioner cell looks out for their own patch, which makes cohering expertise to keep something like a foreign dreadnaught kicking real difficult; not a manpower matter, but gang politics, which is a tougher nut than the first. We've had to get inventive; the old core's been cut-and-shutted with a molten salt reactor we built out of an old Bayern vintage-eighty-years-war battleship reactor, the engines, too. We still haven't figured out why the Array is permanently blasting all our microprocessors off with electromagnetic hardfields, but that's a seperate nut. Y'all can see the lightning from four point five kilo. She's an old, lame, beast.

There arn't many parties with new intel as to how to keep these beasts running. The Hackers had their way in the old years, but that was a generation ago and the manpower pool is tough to source. You're the closest privy party with any data-record of keeping such a ship pressurised in adverse circumstances - moreso, y'all succeeded with only a fraction of our resources and no proprietary shipyard to speak of. That's impressive. Any log data you can offer from the metropolis; engineer's records, service history, repair trouble, anythin', would be useful reading for Pacifica's wet-dock teams. You'll be saving us credits and lives here.


The Union is in a real interestin' situation where we make our living off ship exportation, along with the obvious black marketeering. If a discreet buyer wants bespoke, unliscenced, no-serial number components, they call us. Most starship design are rife with deliberate devilry designed to screw with anybody who, say, rips a naviprocessor off a train and presses it on a cruiser. Most organisations press trackers or the old eyeball tabs on any hardware they pawn off for use as diplomatic or technical leverage - not us. You buy, we build, no questions asked, no small-print on the underline. Before we helped Harmony turned Marshal from a mote in the Seppie's eye to a Fortress of Beringia, we were refactoring Libertonian battleships without the blueprints to back them up. If it flies, if its got welds, rivets, or nanocomposites, we can make it work.

You get us those components, and we'll see what we can do about offering the Natio use of Pacifica's facillities for repair, service, refit and small-scale fabrication jobs whenever you're in our AO. We'll even look the other way if you ever need to use the Union's assets within Rheinland proper for skulduggery. We get that's way off your conventional track, so we're willing to sugar the strudel: We'll complete a component order for any singular vessel you might currently be working on, free of charge, and deliver the completed hardware for you. You're men without a home flying buccaneered pressure hulls. I wager that offer's going to work for you.

Logs for legwork. You know what I'm saying?

Interesting you call the Hel oblique rather than slant with the 'Interdictor' classification. For us it's a 'Fast Assault Picket Destroyer.' Looks better in the agitprop. Your people might be political white-hats nowadays but we're still firm-planted in the Understreets; you need a front outfit, then you need to class it up, be it gold chains, cream suits, or swanked-up rips from the Kaiserflotte. Fancy cannonry means you can use it for show and not for firing. Recipe for perfect crime and quicker jail time.

We've been building the ship for so long neither the Union or the Hesse are sure who defined her character; she's got proto-diversification era hull architectures: (for the non-sparkfisted amongst us, pre-Neuralnet construction), which means she lacks most of the arching curves and cubic hard-lines in modern Rheinland vessels. She slips through rocks, doesn't smash through. Reliable as mortal vice and tame as bad spice.

We can refactor your hull, but unless you're going to epoxy brace-members to the pressure vessel and hope it don't fold at first phase alignment, we're going to want to do keyhole surgery on the Huggin. The older Hels are, hah, held, together by structural kasons filled with layers of superpolymer expansion joints and shock absorbers that let the cruiser breathe, if y'all like, when taking kinetic and thermal shocks. Just as I said, it's an old ship - it ain't monocoque, it ain't efficient, but it sure is real easy to fix, provided you can get inside.

Be advised that all our gear is set up for Flight Seventeen through Nineteen Hel models, which means MOX burners, either thorium or Rheinlandium pellet burners. The last H-fuel driven hels were taken out of commission about a year ago when the GMG blasted the Frankfurt jumpgate apart. If you don't want us to be digging blind, we'll have to conduct a reactor swap. The core's right in the middle of the structural armature, so it won't put any extra skin in the game for us to conduct the swap for you. Hel cores are as cheap as chits. 'Sides, no disrespect to your own techs, but it'll be an improvement. If we can rebuild the Harmony's Agiera proprietary reactor without any of the blueprints to burn MOX and whatever garbage we happened to throw into the stellarator, we can transplant the heart of the Huggin.

That's as many notes as the helping hands can play in one sitting. We manufacture cruiser guns far and away superior to anythin' mere basic ordinance, or even Crayterian ordinance, can equal, but we don't sell those hellbreathers to anyone but those we trust with the True Green, you understand?

Getting it down here.... What's yer' stance with the Hellfire Legion? There's a backdoor passage through Magellan and into Commonwealth space that every scumbag do-gooder from the Forlorn to the 'Sesians, to la Legion itself like to roll through. Gallia's in the way, but that's what the Barrier's for. Downside of that route is that we won't be able to escort you; the Legion stabbed us sideways about six months prior and we can't risk the ships. Y'all also have to risk the Auxo'. The 'Sesians are tech thieves and will try to snaffle up a Hel cruiser if they run into it. Taking tech is their MO', along with artefacts or anythin' else of interest. Magellan would bring you real close.

The alternative is we try some new-fangled technology we squirreled from one of our more high profile smuggling contacts and try to N-space jump her right into the Tanner Belt. It's no more dangerous than the other route, but there's been some... interesting... consequences of the drive testing. Such as once ending up in a system that matched the rumoured cartography of Ille De France and another time jumping into the intergalactic void. Third time was the charm, but half the crew came back with fluorescent eyeballs. Pick your death sentence.

There's one more option, but it'd require y'all extending trust to a third factor: There's an offshoot of Rheinland's OS and C franchises called Hansa, styled after the old-Earth Hanseatic league. They conduct greymarket movement of materials and goods for factions stonewalled out of big corporate purchases by using independent worlds as waystation ports for off-the-books supplying. Nothing strictly illegal, but they get the job done, if you catch me. They might be able to tow the Huggin out to Pacifica under the guise of a salvage claim, bypassing all the trouble on the way. Depends if you trust them or not. I'll put it like this: apart from the Separatists who aid in defence and Freelancers and Junkers who keep to their places, they're the only third party permitted to build space stations in Bering without the Unioners running a racket over them. We've got them fronting our military salvage Op'. Like I said; the perfect crimes look clean on the outside.