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.:j:. - Junker Congress - .:j:.
Deputy Arbiter Wild Bill
Howdy,
Can't say y'all wasn't warned. Weren't too long ago we told you folks the wolves was at yer doors. Water under the bridge. Tell yer boys to let us know what supplies y'all be needin. Congress's got yer back against them Gallic fools. We've had our fair share of runnins with their Navy, an it's bout time fer some payback.
Sincerely,
Wild Bill, Deputy Arbiter Junker Congress
How dare you stand against the inevitable? What gives you the vicious, clenching strength of a barbarian? Do you consider yourself so secure in your glass castles, your glass weapons and your glass men, so as to the challenge the might of hellfire and brimstone itself? Are you as Nimrod himself, who sought to challenge God, secure in his mind and strength?
Nimrod was brought down by God, his power broken and his mind laid bare.
The establishment of a New State of Affairs is not without sacrifice. Weak men, petty men…fearful of what change might bring will always marshal the strength of ants to oppose it. And always, irresistibly, they are pushed aside, broken and discarded, forgotten by all, even their own kin. We are the wave of change. Our strength is beyond your understanding, our purpose beyond your sight. We will push you aside, and you will be forgotten. Understand your peril, and return to your homes to prepare for a new rule. And for those who think themselves secure in their puny rhetoric and insignificant strength of arms...you will be annihilated. You will be found, and your existence extinguished. None shall remember this day of defiance, and no one will attend to the billion graves that will choke every Planet of being. This I promise you, and once you have chosen the path of extinction, there is no turning back.
You might as well appeal against the thunderstorm.
I do apologise. Your Navy chews through Fleet Admirals at such a rate that I’m afraid sometimes I struggle to distinguish one from the next. I’m certain you understand. How many has it been now? Baker. Sanders. Teerin too? I distinctly recall the broadcasts of your processors, you know. How bold they were, how brave, how certain of their impending victory.
How similar to your own.
Remarkable, is it not, that for all their bluster, you now sit where they once did? Yet, Gallia is no closer to falling than a stone is to bursting into flower. Time and again you and your allies have rattled the sabre and spoken of your might. Time and again you have thrown yourself against the rock of the King’s defences. And time and again, you have come away bloody and beaten. Did they warn you when they handed you your bars, I wonder?
The Royal Navy has broken three Fleet Admirals before you. You give your address echoed by a choir of ghosts.
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Comm ID: Commander Matok
Location: Administrator's Office, Freeport 6, Tau 29
It took me to the tender age of one hundred and seventy eight years but one thing I finally got tired of doing was fighting. I have been in more battles, killed more men and watched more good friends die in my life time then all of you will ever see put together. It has also cost me two wives, both of whom were murdered. The past couple of years of finding a quiet life running this freeport has been soothing. In short, whatever the squabbles are between you all are your squabbles, not mine.
This base was built by free men who had enough of the squabbling of governments and double talk and empty promises from them. Now we sit on the border of a war as I was told some time ago, a border established by an agreement between The Gallic Royals and Kusari. We are not taking sides nor will we be pushed which is why I keep my docking ability limited to my cruiser and passing transports. My long standing rule of no military ships shall stand.
All that said, keep your issues to yourselves and leave us out of it. We shall see if some old Corsair advice of standing down is better than preparing for war.