--Legal Document--Data burst encryption enabled-- Wrote:To: "Lord" Joseph Bigglesworth III.
From: Robert Trout - Bigglesworth Family lawyer.
Subject: The admired Sir Joseph Bigglesworth.
Greetings Joseph!
As you may already know, your grandfather Sir Joseph Bigglesworth recently past away. And has left a substantial amount of credits and territory in his will.
Your grandfather was a very good friend of myself and my father. He came from a great line of Bigglesworths that originated during the very beginning of the Sirius colonization. The land and political clout held by your family has been passed down through the generations.
I am sure you are already aware of this fact. And I am sure you are expecting a portion of your grandfathers property.
Grandfather Bigglesworth had always expected you to be the son that: "carries the Bigglesworth family torch" as it were. He was always very proud of your actions and considered you a "very responsible young man"...
The Bigglesworth family has proudly served Bretonia since we established our first tract of land on Planet New London. And your grandfather wished to see you settle down on your own piece of land here on New London. Despite his thoughts of you, he will not allow a someone in the Bigglesworth family to disrespect the great nation of Bretonia in such a way as you have.
I therefore regret to inform you that Sir Bigglesworth has not willed out any of his property to you.
His reason for such an action was spurred by your choice to, in his words, "Work with the enemy", that enemy being Kusari and their related allies.
He is still willing a small sum of 20 million to you only if you return to New London and your family here. He goes on to state: "Hopefully this will teach you some humility and honor for the Bigglesworth name."
Due to the fact that you will not be heir to the Bigglesworth Family holdings, the honorable Sir Bigglesworth has revoked you "Lord" status, and has instead placed the title on your younger brother, John Bigglesworth.
I very sorry about your loss,
Yours truly,
Robert Trout - Bigglesworth Family lawyer.
He snorted as he finished reading the legal document for the sixth time. Outside a Junker drifted by.
He saved the file to his gunboat's computer, and sighed.
Swiveling the pilot chair around he reach out and grabbed a bottle of smuggled Rheinland beer from a small chiller he had hardwired into the wall on the command deck of the ship. Cracking the cap off, he took and swig and then lit up a cigarette.
A GMG VH Fighter cruised into view. It floated over to the wreck of a Rheinland battleship that Bigglesworth was hiding his gunboat in. The ship flicked on it's spot-light, illuminating the hidden gunboat.
"I take it that it wasn't a good message?"
"No, it wasn't."
"Well, it's none of my business. I better continue my patrol, cya back at Naha."
Gas Miner's Guild.
We're a guild, that mines gas. Isn't that strange?
We supply Sirius with H-Fuel...like the Middle East supplies oil to the world.
So, put that in you pipe and smoke it...