Carrier ID: Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron | Carrier: Tertius Sentinel | Description: Our relations
Relations with Empire of Spartans
Buenos dias, respected artificial neighbors. Or beep-beep, as you would say. *heartbreaking Latino wink*
We do know planet Primus is a barren piece of rock, but building el base in it's orbit concerns el Mighty Empire a lot. You know our Ciutadella fortress is very near and sudden expansion into our backyard makes us asking questions. That's the place we defend north roads to our homeworld.
- map shows location of Tertius Sentinel, like professional navigator made it -
However, we are interested in peaceful coexistence with our artificial neighbors. Bases in our space must pay taxes, but we will lower our standard tax to just 30 million creditos per el month. Your base is small right now, but your robots can surely make it larger quickly. In that case we will rise our humble tax for mere 10 millions per a facility level later on.
So... can we shake hands now? Or shake wires? Or oil you? Caramba... I escaped from so many diplomacy classes, long ago in my Evening school. *blushes*
*he pressed off button with his hairy macho hand. Button cracked and died thinking: I hope this will end well.*
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*Very advanced Imperial Next-Century neural comm system found out that this message wasn't understood and/or not replied on yet. The system automatically repeated it, on all digital and/or binary protocols, with signal boosting by 25%. Huge beep-beep message streamed towards Primus orbit, Omicron Kappa.
A fire lizard passing by the Cretan transmission booster facility started to beep-beep around. Strange behaviour attracted few female fire lizards, they noted he might be a serious danger to their genetic heritage pool and ate it.
Tertius Sentinel, please reply to this message and don't let more fire lizard dudes be eaten like that.*
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Carrier ID: Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron | Carrier: Tertius Sentinel | Description: Our relations
Relations with Empire of Spartans
Buenos dias, artificial neighbors. *busy issuing fleet commands*
You being not happy to beep-beep back to us assured me you will be bad neighbor. Those little spots on your radars will become bigger soon. Mucho bigger. Like Legate size.
*he pressed off button with his hairy macho hand. Button cracked and died thinking: I hope button resurrection is a thing in this galaxy.*
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