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AR| La boîte noire d'AR (MD) - Action révolutionnaire - 04-30-2019
« Le rugissement d'un seul lion suffirait
À disperser un million de moutons. »
À disperser un million de moutons. »
"A million sheep would be dispersed
By one lion's roar."
By one lion's roar."
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La boîte noire d'AR
AR data recorder
Données conservées par le Haut-Conseil — Data stored by the High Council
AR data recorder
Données conservées par le Haut-Conseil — Data stored by the High Council
Citoyens, Citoyennes, Camarades,
Citizens and Comrades,
The course of history is bound to the classless and borderless Universal Social Republic we fight for.
When the unequivocal finality is reached, future scientists and historians will need these records to understand partly how human greed finally came to an end.
Therefore, I ask you to make their task easier by keeping track of your significant deeds in this centralising device.
Courage and perseverance are key.
Citizens and Comrades,
The course of history is bound to the classless and borderless Universal Social Republic we fight for.
When the unequivocal finality is reached, future scientists and historians will need these records to understand partly how human greed finally came to an end.
Therefore, I ask you to make their task easier by keeping track of your significant deeds in this centralising device.
Courage and perseverance are key.
Lazare Donnier, Premier Secrétaire
RE: AR| La boîte noire d'AR (MD) - Action révolutionnaire - 05-05-2019
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Nos premiers pas
Our first steps
Our first steps
Piano, sano.
I can now read the ineffable name,
On the milestone,
Illuminated by the Pleiades.
And I hearken the neighing of the Dioscuri's horses.
On the milestone,
Illuminated by the Pleiades.
And I hearken the neighing of the Dioscuri's horses.
Déjà sur la borne milliaire,
À la clarté des Pléiades,
Je lis le nom ineffable.
Et j’entends les chevaux des Dioscures hennir.
À la clarté des Pléiades,
Je lis le nom ineffable.
Et j’entends les chevaux des Dioscures hennir.
Meeting the Maquisards
C'est la lavande, une fleur mauve comme le ciel.
Hmm? A Maquis cell focusing on inner Gallic worlds gently called one of our Artilleurs to assist them. After some conversation and meeting a brave yet foolish trader unwilling to give up her royalist views, he flew back to Mazagran and reached Lapalisse the next morning.
Hmm? A Maquis cell focusing on inner Gallic worlds gently called one of our Artilleurs to assist them. After some conversation and meeting a brave yet foolish trader unwilling to give up her royalist views, he flew back to Mazagran and reached Lapalisse the next morning.
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Contact with friendly Dragons
Action révolutionnaire's Coursiers travelled a bit. They were eventually allowed to make a stop at the battleship Kokura, stationed in Nagano. There, the landlords, namely the legendary Blood Dragons, welcomed them warmly. Right after this informal contact, we managed to switch and antiquated and dusty transmission device. Coincidentially, it displayed a rather old message from our new friends, who needed nanomembrane filters to be delivered to one of their secret facilities. We happily accepted to assist them.
Why did the Ancients fear dragons, again?
Why did the Ancients fear dragons, again?
Here is what is worth mentioning lately, dear future scientists and historians. Next file will inform you more on how we talked or fought our way to the Universal Social Republic. Because we did, there is absolutely no reason to doubt that.
For Equality.
For Equality.
Piano, sano.
☱ ☲ ☴
RE: AR| La boîte noire d'AR (MD) - Action révolutionnaire - 05-10-2019
Une rencontre fortuite
An unforseeable encounter
An unforseeable encounter
Amico di tutti, amico di nessuno.
As young as Rome when the twelve vultures
Flew across the somber dawn
Flew across the somber dawn
Jeune comme Rome alors que la sombre aurore
Fut traversée par le vol des douze vautours
Fut traversée par le vol des douze vautours
SCRA, nothing more, nothing less
We are living busy times. Busy and crucial.
Some of our scouting units flew to Dublin, hoping to reach New London promptly. Unfortunately, right after jumping, they were nearly intercepted by three unidentified hostile vessels. As they were trying to escape as far as possible through a couple of systems, they eventually bumped into the Padishah, a SCRA military ship, realising a bit late that they were in Omega-52. Local guards were not quite happy at them trespassing New Moscow's borders, which delimitate the main part of the Coalition's People's sovereign space.
Averting this slight misunderstanding, our pilots apologised and stated they were really interested in making contact with a State sharing most of our views.
A meeting was then set outside Freeport 6, Tau-29, rapidly aborted because of GRI, GC and QC prying eyes and ears. SCRA and AR had to find a safer spot to discuss the matters at hand. However, the aggressive Outcast organisation chased them through Coronado. In the end, our Ligueurs could either flee in time or dock to Curaçao, while Coalitioners managed to evade the danger. A next meeting in a safer location has already been scheduled. We might be aiming to gather more intel on this Quatroce group that did not hesitate to attack us for a second. The "feminist" band also needs to be monitored closely.
Some of our scouting units flew to Dublin, hoping to reach New London promptly. Unfortunately, right after jumping, they were nearly intercepted by three unidentified hostile vessels. As they were trying to escape as far as possible through a couple of systems, they eventually bumped into the Padishah, a SCRA military ship, realising a bit late that they were in Omega-52. Local guards were not quite happy at them trespassing New Moscow's borders, which delimitate the main part of the Coalition's People's sovereign space.
Averting this slight misunderstanding, our pilots apologised and stated they were really interested in making contact with a State sharing most of our views.
A meeting was then set outside Freeport 6, Tau-29, rapidly aborted because of GRI, GC and QC prying eyes and ears. SCRA and AR had to find a safer spot to discuss the matters at hand. However, the aggressive Outcast organisation chased them through Coronado. In the end, our Ligueurs could either flee in time or dock to Curaçao, while Coalitioners managed to evade the danger. A next meeting in a safer location has already been scheduled. We might be aiming to gather more intel on this Quatroce group that did not hesitate to attack us for a second. The "feminist" band also needs to be monitored closely.
Dear future scientists and historians, this is a huge leap forward, in spite of all the troubles we went into. Who can help us better on our way to the Universal Social Republic than the largest non-capitalist house in Sirius?
For Equality.
For Equality.
Amico di tutti, amico di nessuno.
☱ ☲ ☴
RE: AR| La boîte noire d'AR (MD) - Tenseiken - 05-16-2019
ENRCYPTION LEVEL: HIGH
COMMUNICATION INITIATED
Sic Superbos Debellabimus
VISUAL LINK DISABLED
Brothers and sisters. Comrades in the mind and in understanding.
Let me tell you a small tale. A tale as observed by a pilot who came back from what was supposed to be a routine patrol and ended in the fireworks of victory.
Those of you who hope that this tale speaks of a famous last stand, in which our brothers and sisters in arms were overpowered by the enemy, or a raid that took out a station, will be sorely disappointed.
Instead, it is a cautionary tale.
A tale of what the enemy is capable of.
It is a tale of our necessity for bravery.
It is a tale of how we need to act in order to be victorious.
It is a tale of what we must become in order to succeed.
A coalition fighter and our pilot were attempting to intercept convoys in the Tau-31 system. Convoys that were in space to supply the oppressors and slavers that are our enemies.
A lone fighter approached. A single enemy vessel, controlled by an MRG pilot.
They sought the fight. They came to break our cause.
Our pilot tried to use the force of reason and logic. They merely sought the thrill of evisceration.
And that is what they found.
Our pilot engaged.
Our pilot fought.
It seemed like a duel to the death. The coalition vessel held back in order to create a scenario where our pilot could truly shine. Another brigand vessel had approached, but didn’t engage either.
And our pilot bled.
With slow and precise cuts, the MRG fighter took aim and nearly broke our vessel.
Every agile turn was met with a mine that could barely be evaded.
Every shot was taken with the intend to kill.
Every movement was mechanical, deadly, perfect.
In the end, the other vessels had to intervene in order to allow our pilot to survive.
Brothers and sisters, what our pilot saw wasn’t human. Immune to reason and logic, the MRG is not worthy of that term. They try to be more than human. And they fail miserably.
They have become machines. Perfected for killing, untouched by what makes us human.
Brothers and sisters, do not be afraid to rely on strength when it comes from fellow humans. It is something that the MRG has abandoned. A lone fighter pilot thought himself superior in the face of overwhelming numbers.
It shall be their downfall.
Go ahead, amass numbers and hunt, brothers and sisters. Use their weakness. Bring them down one by one, seek them out in their folly and their hubris. End them.
Break their shields.
Clip their wings.
Rend their hulls.
End their minds.
The MRG pilot came and sought evisceration. He was met with evisceration.
With the support of allies from two different factions, out pilot tore his ship asunder and left him in the asteroid fields of Tau-31. Left alive enough to contemplate what he had become, if he indeed was capable of such thought.
And thus ends the pilot’s tale. In victory.
Remember, brothers and sisters, comrades in the mind and in understanding. Fellow humans. We aren’t mere cogs that let the industrial machines run smoothly. We aren’t gears that shift the power in space.
We are humans, and as such, while we are imperfect, we will be victorious.
COMMUNICATION TERMINATED
RE: AR| La boîte noire d'AR (MD) - Tenseiken - 07-04-2019
ENRCYPTION LEVEL: HIGH
COMMUNICATION INITIATED
Sic Superbos Debellabimus
VISUAL LINK DISABLED
Brothers and sisters. Comrades in the mind and in understanding.
The people are in need.
There are those who do not care for the lives of those they attack.
There are those who will not stop from slaughtering civilians.
There are those who are willing to commit genocide, simply because their targets live under a different government rather than theirs.
Brothers and sisters. Comrades in the mind and in understanding.
We must act.
I have acted.
The people need help. We must help. And for that, we need tools. I have acquired one such tool.
Today, a few of us set out in a small freighter. A damaged vessel that could barely fly and that did so with a scrambled signature. We interrupted trade lane after trade lane, sending out emergency signals until we found a vessel that stopped for us. An EFL vessel. It lowered its shields. It tractored us in after I had rigged the shuttle to detonate.
It was a risk. A risk worth taking. A risk that paid for itself thousandfold.
They brought us in without a second thought. They saw the fake blood and transported us to their med bays without checking for weapons.
Brothers and sisters. Comrades in the mind and in understanding.
They never saw it coming.
We lost a few of our own today. Two men and three women whose lives were given for the cause.
They will not see our victory. But they died believing that it will come.
And so we must shape their belief into truth.
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This is our new tool. It's old crew nary more than stains on its hallways, the steps of the capitalists still echoing. Its former existence cleansed of its iniquity. It's crimes against the people not forgotten but atoned.
It shall be made clean of its past.
It will help the people of the Council in their trying times.
Crack their spirits.
Break their siege.
Free their prey.
Aid the people.
Brothers and sisters. Comrades in the mind and in understanding.
Our task is not complete. It has only just begun.
Let us write a tale worth telling.
COMMUNICATION TERMINATED