It is not the way of the starving to give so that his own may starve. The kind, the Just, know the limits of charity. From what we understand, you are a young race, made new.

Mother. Quite the title. It is an honour to pay respects to a mother of a people. The scriptures tell of such legendary matriarchs. have found your own will; claimed a world washed by twin stars as your own. I must confess sympathy for fellow creatures born of nothing, to an alien star. Our people once shared your fate. Your bodies are unusable by us, and the Corsair empire stands against the Slavery of minds, be they of man or machine. Nor are you the same as the spirits that fill the umbras of the Outcasts' dream.

I may not yet know what you are, Gammu, but we know what you are not. You are not an enemy. Be you descended from the technology of Sirius, or the minds of ancient gods, you have been honourable in your actions and clear in your intentions. Qualities worthy of all life.

The Core have no honour. They are extensions of the Houses, paid by their masters to source resources for their own ends. They will see you as a resource, and will try to shift through your bones - so I can understand a little of your desire, alien though it may be.

This information will be of use to you:

The imaged warships, destroyed twenty six hours ago by forces of Tauri and the Black Flag Corsairs, were stationed at the Core's prime hideout; Durban Station in the Omicron Rho system. These vast, ornate dreadnaughts are the work of the Outcast Empire - our ancestral enemy to the northern edge worlds. The Outcast are the compatriots of the Core - they are natural allies - the Core seek to dominate the mysteries of the Edge heaven, and the Outcasts look to dominate the human race. It the nature of sinners to flock together. The Outcasts and the Core have interwoven their fates.

The logic you take from this information will be your own.

As for now - A treasure galleon braving the shoals of Omicron Beta has found a craft resembling your own. It is incapacitated - all signs of life gone. Perhaps you may wish to reclaim the body. I cannot tell how this wreck came to be destroyed, yet with the maltese presence in Beta, faith may provide clairvoyance.


If the Gammu need aid - material, or otherwise, you let us know. We Tauri have access to the labyrinth of the Sirian underbelly. We are the bull in that labyrinth - little escapes us. If you need resources, again, you'll let us know, won't you, Mama? If our Emtechs are correct, the sensors of your craft drones hear spectra our own devices cannot imagine. We have the eyes of dogs - black and white in a desolate starscape, and you see every colour between infrared and ultraviolet.

If you find information that may be of use on your travels through Sirius, let Crete know what you have found. Your will find our elders are magnanimous to our protectorates.