CommID: Christine "Scherbie" Scherbatsky
Location: Orkney~ Somewhere in the Taus
To: Precious Ladies
Subject: Woaaalaa?
Hello Ladies,
I don't think any of you would remember me, silly, insane woman without a fear. A poor Bretonian exiled 2 years ago by people I've been working for. You provided me with home in these bad times and I still owe you a lot.
Oh how stupid of me... I am Christine Scherbatsky, Her Majesty's, Loyal and Precious Privateer. I still hold some hate towards damn Republic and Corporations like Samura and Kishiro. And I am not even talking about Homeless Kusarians from the Taus, who dared to attack me... They tried to conquer our Kingdom and now they are begging like innocent puppies. We are still hunting them, we don't trust them.
Maybe you would need some help there in Kusari? With the Exiles and whatnot in the Taus and Kusari? I might bring you some Whiskey, if you would allow me to visit Ainu once again.
Sender ID:Nishi Adeline Darche, The Sisterhood of Dreams, The Golden Chrysanthmums. Sender Location:Kusari, Kyushu, Planet Kyushu. Recipient Contact :Christine “Scherbie” Scherbatsky. Subject: Well ‘aint that a kick in the head.
“Greetings Sister, welcome back to the fold. It’s been a long time coming.
I’m gonna’ be honest - I’m an old, old woman of eighty seven and I didn’t know you from Eve. I made comn contact with a bunch of other Chrysanthemums who I know are pretty solid between their skull marrow and they didn’t remember you either. Sooo, I dragged out myself and a detail of archivists into the intranet and dug out a pile of records, personal files, logs and suchlike as thick as my forearm. Took a quick browse over a burrito and worked out that you’re quite the pint-sized hotshot, ‘aint you? You’re a something that private security stone shirts like to call “outside expertise” - not the best coorp’ hunter in the business, mind you - good pilots seem to grow on trees and the KNF likest to prune said trees like they’re part of an ornamental garden - but you’re certainly not the worst. Far from the worst, actually. That’s probably why you’re not dead already. Yeah, I know you now, “Scherbie” Sherbatsky, I know who you are and I know what you’ve done, and I know that you’re as dependable as flint at firestarting when you’ve got a cause you care about - but causes, like the times, change. Today is not two years ago. Today doesn’t even remotely resemble two years ago - Kusari is a mauled and twisted place - the enemy you knew has mutated into an entirely different beast. What was once a wolf is now a fox. What was once a fox is now a rat. Slippery things, times.
If you’re not deaf in both ears from all the explosions you’ve nearly been kissed by, you’ll know I’ve got a mild touch of the New London in me. I suppose somebody, somewhere much, much higher up the revolutionary food chain than I am thought it’d be easier on you if you found yourself talking to somebody else with Bretonian citizenship. I’m Nishi - in English, from the West - a little xenophobic pun my parents drummed up when I was too young to kick them in the teeth for it. Yeah, I’m a Kusarian, and yeah, I’m a Chrysanthemum - but I’m also as Bretonian as cheese scones, cream teas and carrying umbrellas in the sunshine, even though nobody ever does any of that crap anymore, and probably never did anyway. But now that life’s a world away - with all the King’s horses and all the King’s men stopping me from stitching me and my birthright together again. Such is life. Goddamn Gauls.
You say you want to offer us “help” in Kusari - that’s fine, noble, great of you. Except ‘help’ is a concept with an infinite number of manifestations and not all of them are good for me. Help with exactly what? Whilst we could always use another woman who can think straight, talk straight and shoot straighter still, we’re not exactly starving for manpower here, nor are we starving for guns, nor are we, hell, literally starving. Life is good, the pork is fat, and the revolution is incredibly healthy.
And yet, she is so god damn healthy that she doesn’t know her own strength - to the point where she punches people out without by-your-leaves or any other crud of that nature. Our alliance with the Blood Dragons, once so benign to both parties concerned, has gradually proven to be slow poison as the Dragon’s wilfully compete with us over zones of operation and appear to inciting the operations of the rogue black ops agency, the Order, within Kusarian space. Yeah. Then there’s the GMG, who seem to value credits as higher value than such elementary human properties such as trust - they’ve been screwing us out of shipments for weeks on end - pity they had to be whipped for it.
In a universe where duplicity has began to seep from the lips of even our eldest of compadres, you’re going to have to go the extra light mile to prove that you’re the exception to the rule. That you’re still clean, you’re still trustworthy, and you’re not just trying to to pull another one of the ageless, toothless scams which we have been oh-so-recently assaulted with. I want to know that the cause is still palatable for you. More inclusively - I want to know why you still believe the cause is right for you. What made you want to help us again, Scherbie, in our permanent quest against the dark?
Why comm us? Why comm us now? What do you want from us other than old friends and new fables? What do you want to offer us and what kind of help do you think we want from you?
Give me a good answer and I’ll be up myself to collect that whiskey from ya’ - it’s been a while since I’ve tasted the Queen’s own scotch.”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
CommID: Christine "Scherbie" Scherbatsky
Location: Orkney~ Somewhere in the Taus
To: Precious Ladies
Subject: Woaaalaa?
Hello cutie,
Good point, sister, good point.
Why comm you? Sisters were always friends of mine, as well as Maltesians. Long time ago I helped you in Kusari against those who tried to harm you and Empress.
What do I want from you? I would love to become your friend again, long time ago I helped The Sisters of the Light and now I stand here, in front of you with same wish.
What can I offer you? I can offer you a help of my bomber, gunboat and huge transport, I can help you against homeless Kusarians, Naval pilots and those who wish you a simple death, including Frogs aka Royal Navy and whatnot. I can also provide you with informations regarding Bretonia and Gallia and maybe I could talk with my friends from BIS about your status in Bretonia and vouche for you at the War Cabinet of Her Majesty, Queen Carina Regina.
I showed you what do I think about GMG. And Dragons? They never liked pirates, including Precious Privateers like me. They can try their luck once again, hm?
And I guess a little meeting won't harm either of us hm? If you want, then you can choose time and station, dear.
Sender ID:Nishi Adeline Darche, The Sisterhood of Dreams, The Golden Chrysanthmums. Sender Location:Kusari, Kyushu, Planet Kyushu. Recipient Contact :Christine “Scherbie” Scherbatsky. Subject: Well ‘aint that a kick in the head.
*wolf-whistles - she's impressed. Nothing tickles a terrorist more than an ample quantity of mayhem.*Damn, down girl - I can smell the cordite umpteen lightyears away, Jaysus H. *smiles through her eyes.*
“Apologies for the delay, Scherbatsky - life for the Chrysanthemums hasn’t exactly been sedate of late.*groans like a tommyknocker*.
Mhm, now you’re tickling my sweet spots - that’s an impressive catologue Baysplotions you have there - I’m half expecting the gun camera to spin round or somethin’. We could always use the help of more people to play truck driver and torpedo bomber, especially now that the GMG has decided to get all cantankerous. Perhaps it’s just that time of the month.
I’ve gotta’ admit, whilst nobody likes a hobo, the Kusari Exiles haven’t given us much in the way of bother as of yet. From what we are aware, the Exiles are mostly held up in the Tau-to-Kyushu direction, which works out sterling. They don’t screw with us and I we don’t screw with them - primarily because our present zones of operations overlap as of yet. We predict this nirvana of a situation will die within a matter of months as the Republican government starts to steadily lose its grip over the people as the Blood Dragons apply pressure to the neck from the north. It is only a matter of time before the Empress will be able to ascend the Chrysanthemum throne and bring order to the insanity.
Any and all exertion you could make to better our cause before the Bretonian government would be much appreciated, Scherbatsky. There’s a reason why the Chrysanthemums permit Bretonian house corporations and Bretonian house freelancers to fly through lanes protected by the Sisterhood without molestation. One constitutional monarchy must aid another if we are ever to heal the rift between the Kusarian and Bretonian peoples sliced open by the last Empire’s idiotic colonialism within the Tau regions, especially now that the Republic lies deep within Gallia’s thraldom. Only through cooperation will both houses drive the Garlics back to their point of origin and seal them behind the gates from whence they came.
As for a meet-n-greet, sure. I know it’s impromptu, whatever, but how about tonight, honey? I’ll be around Ainu, barring any surprise blitzkriegs by the Gas Mining Guild at 19:00, Sirius mean time, if you want to roll up for a chit-chat.
Lets get each other back in the loop, yea’?”
"A sake to your whisky, if you can stand this crappy Kusarian stuff. Ech. Practically everything that comes out of this twisted country has this wierd salty-sour flavour to it, even the freakin' alcohol. It's surprising I'm not full-on diabetic yet."
"...Bring me a bucket of extra crispy along with an ample helping of Amaterasu's own cod-n'-chips, and I'll love you forever, hon'."
"Ave Carina."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Sender ID:Nishi Adeline Darche, The Sisterhood of Dreams, The Golden Chrysanthmums. Sender Location:Kusari, Kyushu, Planet Kyushu. Recipient Contact :Christine “Scherbie” Scherbatsky. Subject: Well ‘aint that a kick in the head.
“Huh. Turns out a surprise blitzkreig did hit after all - of personal issues. Turns out we might not be able to meet today after all."
"We'll scheme over encrypted comns - if you can't find me tonight I might be able to get you into direct contact with some of my peer sisters. Don't worry, we'll meet up soon."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
CommID: Christine "Scherbie" Scherbatsky
Location: Orkney~ Somewhere in the Taus
To: Precious Ladies
Subject: Woaaalaa?
Hello Nishi,
No problem at all, I am quite busy with Garlics, Frogs, Gauls or dunno how do you call them. Maybe we can meet elsewhere? I heard Freeport in Taus have awesome bars and nice private rooms, quarters and places.
Sender ID:Nishi Adeline Darche, The Sisterhood of Dreams, The Golden Chrysanthmums. Sender Location:Kusari, Kyushu, Planet Kyushu. Recipient Contact :Christine “Scherbie” Scherbatsky. Subject: Well ‘aint that a kick in the head.
"Alright, that's a sweet plan you have there - I'll run with it."She smiles, dimpling as much of her cheekbones as you can see through her visor - which isn't an awful lot.
"...You've got a particular freeport in mind, right? I can think of about three in abstraction, namely Freeport Ten, Freeport Four and Freeport Six. Ten is the most convenient for me due to its stellar positioning - I'm way, way less likely to get my rear shot out from under me there than I am in either Samura or the Colonial Republic's backyard."
"Yeah, 'kay, we're going with ten. Bill me for the fuel or whatever - I like to pay my way."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
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