A foreign agency with the same propensity for meddling as the LSF. They wouldn't make a trustworthy partner, especially not to a cause like ours. But you already knew that.
So you must have a reason for asking. Did they ask you to put us in touch?
Regardless. I'll hear them out. But I make no promises.
Right on point. Alas, we're talking about the Buro specifically. I've had a long standing relationship with them, so much so that we worked together every now and then on countering the Nomad threat.
As long as you're willing to hear them out that's fine by me. I'll send you the time and location for a meeting soon enough.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
What's up? The Direktor wants a detailed list of what you need. I know we've discussed it in general, but now we're talking numbers - what you need and where. I've also seen a bit of what we're up against by the California Jump Gate. Seems like a straight shot to me, unless you've got some convoluted plan.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
I've hashed things out and come up with a not so specific list, that way he can improvise in acquiring materials that are available to the agency and its associates.
Alliance Militia Resource Requirements
Raw Materials and Metals (Titanium and Tungsten preferred)
9,050
Energy Resources (Any form of reliable power generation)
2,850
Food and Consumables (Rations)
6,750
Medical Supplies (Any)
4,000
Weapons and Ammunition (Military-grade)
7,000
Construction Materials (Industrial-grade)
6,300
Electronics (Any)
3,000
Clothing and Personal Gear (Any consumer goods)
1,550
Logistics and Mobility (H-Fuel)
3,750
Miscellaneous (Beer)
200
Grand Total
44,450
Ship everything to Ramsey under appropriate cover.
I won't be responsible for agents getting killed for being stupid.
You are the absolute best, shining example of why working with people absolutely sucks ass. I've forwarded the list to our benefactors: two unmarked trade ships delivering periodical supplies. Although you might want to give me Ramsey's access codes and some sort of a password so they don't get blown to bits as soon as they breathe next to the delivery point.
Surely the Dockmaster won't stare at two trade ships who claim they've got an exclusive delivery for the Commander and say "ah, I can trust these guys for sure. Nothing bad can possibly go wrong."
Either way...brighten up. You'll have some good loot in no time.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
I'd hate to tun you into a Technocrat science project twice in a row.
Codes have been wired, receipt may be delayed depending on distance, forward that to the transport captains. Shouldn't be any issues but if there are then tell me.
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What a fun time we had, huh? Do you have ANY idea how fucked up it is to fix a Valkyrie's wings whose plates have started to warp from all that heat buildup?! ...I'm sure you don't. What's worse: that funny battery my guns have been running on for the past year has finally cracked. THAT, my friend, would have given me a very swift death had it exploded on me. Fuuuuuck... whatever.
I showed my colors now and there's no doubt Liberty's dogs will be up my ass for the forseeable future - especially after the stunt I've pulled not so long ago by the end of this conflict. My Rebel is in shambles now and so is my Valkyrie, but I hope you at least got to Ramsey alive.
Now I want you to tell me that I didn't throw away a bunch of my contacts and gear for nothing, because lord knows I'll torch your office in a heartbeat over it.
[Caliban's helmet hisses out a wave of orange fumes as the merc leaves out a long, almost relieved sigh.]
...look. Don't take this the wrong way - or maybe do, fuck it -, but I'd lie if that fight was anything less than stressful up to a breaking point. Ampere was yelling gibberish in my right ear, everyone else on the squadron comms began throwing death rattles on my left and I am absolutely sure I overdosed twice on my meds. Those adrenaline injectors I had kind of ran dry by the end of the conflict, too. So please, tell me you have a plan for what comes after.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
It's not like I wasn't there leading from the front.
And grow up - I didn't force you to do this for us, you were an ally to us voluntarily and in common interest. Just like we've come to your aid in combat against mutual foes.
But if you need to hear the words - there is a plan. It's been decades in the making and we finally have the freedom to deploy manpower in order to secure it.
Ontario will now become the backbone of our effort to revolt and secure independence. A center of industry and a home in one.
You're welcome to stay here with us to evade the consequences of your bravery.
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