To the good people of Sirius

[sarurkatoodles]

Incoming transmission
Connection Established

* A little man is throwing a small animal into basketball hoops*

"We ready?"

"Yes sir, we are now live"

"Excellent"


"Greetings populace of Sirius, you no doubt recognize me and everything I stand for."

"Today, I want to talk to you all about the leadership of every single oppressive organization. Today we need to talk about completely annihilating the status quo, and beginning the glorious new era."

"The problem is, we have a few people stopping us from entering this new golden age"




"Behold the true face of the enemies. One the anti-christ in charge of the junker hordes, the other. A zoner/ex-rockstar thirsty for innocent human blood."



We know you all are grateful for our work, but we need help. To do this by ourselves is a great strain, and we can only continue to do such heroic work for so long.

Connection Lost

[athum]

Unknowns signal..............

Khm... Anti-Christ in contact.

Ave, amico

My name is Samanuel. =Dimension Infernal.=
I see you love your "Christ"? Oh, he died the Devil knows when. But for some reason you're still alive.
I love to hate.
And i want your soul.
Many junkers work with us, and we will protect them. So, be ready to extremination. Let me see you in the space and i will drink your brain.

[Lythrilux]

==Incoming Transmission==
==Sender: 'Master Server'==
==Location: Magellan==

Greetings, my new ally.
We both share a common enemy, the scum known as Junkers, and their leading filth know as the Congress.
The Congress has invaded the rightful homes of my creations. I wished them to live in a new society away from the turmoil of Gammu. Yet the Congress seem to be in the way of that wish.
I will order my units to murder, plunder and bully the Congress until they move away from our homes.
The TAZ on the other hand... I do not care for them. Therefore, my units will be neutral to them.
- 'Master Server', Deus Ex Machina aka -|DeM|

==Terminating Transmission==

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[athum]

=DI=

HIC AGRO AD VENANDUM.
(here is the field for hunting)

Ave!

DEM:
I saw you in Leeds today. I was too busy but next time - prepare to die. Die with you families, die with your children

I need yours... souls.
Void will become your home.
I urge and implore all those who hear me - let us come together and send it to the frying pan this piece of iron


Vale!

[Eonaros]

Sending Message.....
Message is being sent
Encryption: Highly Low.

When I get pissed off, I'll change my voice.So, listen.Am I suppose' ta be good ? No. Why ? Becaus' a' ain't good.
You pissed me off lately for shootin' the Junkers.

And I' gona' make sure ya'll pay for it'.

Lemme' get ya' pointe' to what I want you to kno' , becaus' I want you to kno' it.
Liste' , you're havin' a probl'm with ya'r eyes.So that' make`s ya incapable 'f seein' with who ya'r talking to.

You'r talkin' to Rogue Mercenary.Ye' , and I' gon'a make 'ya ship a new wreck' fo' the Junkers, see, they need it.

See ya' in space, ya' scum.

Xavier, Stone, Rogue Mercenary.

Ending Transmission
Transmission sent.
Signal Lost.

[Cælumaresh]

-Incoming Transmission-

-Location: Unknown-

-Opening transmission-
Encryption: None

Hello my dear enemy,

If you so much as touch the junkers and the TAZ, you will never live to see another day. You probably had a run-in with a corsair and became under influence of their artifacts while you made up such lunatic idea's.

What have the TAZ done to you?
What did the junkers do to you?

I believe nothing. The TAZ and the Junkers are the 'good' people here.

I recently understood that you work for the Maltese navy. Aren't Junkers supposed to be your friends?

I believe they are.

See you in space.

Sender: Cmdr. Johann Altmann


-closing transmission-

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This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.

Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum