*static fades to show Hudson sitting at a desk inside a station's quarters, who takes a sip of a glass of whiskey, followed by a puff of a smoke*
Jonas Hudson here, of the former LRF...
I figured I'd break my silence to send a message to that which remains of the once 'mighty' Kingdom of Gallia, who still plague Sirius with their colonists.
Just wanted to say, your traffic will never be safe, and the Edinburgh system will never be free from the survivors of Leeds!
Today I conducted my first private patrol around the system, and rather enjoyed hunting down a few trains loaded with goods. Let it be a lesson! You should have gone home while you could!
Looks like we haven't managed to burn all mold from the Leeds unfortunately. Mon ami, you should really stop consuming alcohol in this quantities, as it seems to affect your brain too heavily, otherwise you would notice that sending us this communication equals to disclosing a tactical information and signing a death sentence for yourself.
Now we know, whom to hunt and be sure, that the vengeance is coming.
You probably feel homesicking? I can relate to this. But worry not, we are generous by nature, so we will send your dead cold body back to Leeds giving you an opportunity to join your dead friends as well as other five billions, who were left behind on the surface.
Sender:Jeuge Duval Capitaines Principal Recipients:Jonas Hudson Message Type:Text Encryption Strength:Low
Bonjour
Today, my liaison officer woke me up to tell me that we had received a message from Bretonia reading these messages, this officer forgot to tell me that these messages were "useless",
I hope you like Leeds' decoration very much. Unfortunately we don't have time to do the same on New London
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