>>Cmdt. Pierre Vaillant, Bully of Scientists; Topic: Hands off my secrets

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Sender: Adelaide Gauthier
Rank: Commandant des Révélateurs
Recipients: Overly-feisty MRG Commandant (aka Pierre Vaillant)
Location: Wherever you least expect it
Encryption: Ridiculously unbreakable

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A little bird has submitted a written report to me that you had the audacity to show up at Melun Research Station and threaten our scientiests into revealing their secrets. Though the former is acceptable (I assume you got authorization somehow, despite the station being GRI-only), the latter is absolutely not. Abusing GRI scientists is our prerogative. Therefore, satisfaction is in order.

To that end:

• You shall personally submit a formal, yet sincere written apology to monsieur Julien Danton.
  
• You shall complement that apology with a mandatory "I'm sorry, forgive me, pretty please."
  
• RNS Sombre Destin shall henceforth be reassigned under the command of Les Révélateurs.
  
• Your rank, titles, and estates shall be handed over to an individual who can exercise better control of her temper.
  
• You shall not presume to speak for the King ever again. His word is law.
  

Très sincèrement,
Commandant Gauthier

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30th March 742 A.G.S.
Ile de France System

Sender: King Vaillant 1er, Le Vénérable, le Formidable, le Glorifiable!
Recipient: Commandant Gauthier, my slave.
Subject: HA HA HA! This isn't the 1st April though.

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Commandant Gauthier.

You know, a king always appreciate good joke and that is a good one you made for me. I will nonetheless answer to your communication.

Actually, there is changes within the MRG and Gallic Governement. The King Charles XI was incompetent and completely drunked. Oui, he got too much wine. So I deciced to remove him and take his place. I am henceforth the King Vaillant 1er. In case if you weren't aware about this, I wanted to let you know. And as for the Amiral Chanteloup, who chante le loup (sings the wolf) all the day, I was fed up. You can understand, she was calling the Warwolf of the Valor to invade New London.

Now about the several points you told me:

- Monsieur Danton believed he only had a little Commandant of the Marine in front of him, so I understand why he decided to be a little bit arrogant towards me. He didn't think to see a so young King. That is not his fault.

- "I'm sorry, forgive me, pretty please." And let me invite you to my private party tomorrow. We like dance as you can see. Oui oui, that is well me on this video. Though without my hair. A young King wasn't credible....so I had to change this. Enjoy our simulation effect! You'll can say you have danced on a Valor in company of the King to your friends!

- The RNS-Sombre Destin is now my house, my palais. Well armored, infinite powercore with a Gallic Titan Armor with 8 Kinetics and many other special weapons! So I think it will stay under my property. I know you can be jealous that's why you wanted it, but...well, I am the Roi!

- Oui, my old ranks can be removed. I don't need them anymore. I prefer the rank of King.

-Well I think we have a misunderstanding...


Vive le Roi! (So me)

Sincèrement

Marine Royal Gauloise, Roi Vaillant 1er, Le Vénérable, le Formidable, le Glorifiable.

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Sender: Adelaide Gauthier (soon-to-be Bolevara)
Rank: Never a slave (soon-to-be Empress)
Recipients: Soon-to-be vassal Vaillant 1er
Location: Soon-to-be on her way Crete
Encryption: Impenetrable

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Monsieur Vaillant,

It is unfortunate that I had not been informed of the change sooner; otherwise I this situation could have been avoided. It is with a heavy heart and great reluctance that I must decline your most generous invitation. As evident from my current location, I'm urgently needed elsewhere and won't make it to Gallia in time.

During our patrol of Cambridge, les Révélateurs have encountered a Corsair battlefleet led by one extremely charismatic and talented Juan Bolevara. Apparently, there has been a shift of power on Crete, and that young man was titled Emperor (a fitting title, given that it's the Corsair Empire we're talking about). Upon seizing the power, that young man has initiated the strategy of Eternal Conquista, aiming to take over at least half ot the Sector.

With the Bretonian fleet busy pursuing miners and Hessians into the Omegas, Bolevara made his move to take over Cambridge. To ensure that he wouldn't get backstabbed from the Omicrons, he has signed a Non-Aggression Pact (NAP) with the Core. Now the inhabitants of the Delta and Gamma are known as the COREsairs.

The new Empire has its sights set on the conquest of Cambridge (for food), Dublin (for gold), Omega-3 (for the shipyard), Omega-49 (for ZonerZonerZoner), New Berlin (for skiing), Honshu (for pretty weird Kusarian things), Omicron Iota (for more food), Dresden (for the lulz), New York (for chatting-around-Newark-like-in-the-days-of-old), Omicron Alpha (for smuggling artifacts there), and the entirety of Gallia (for subsequent #deletegallia).

When informed about that, I couldn't but admire the grandeur of the Corsais' planning. Realizing that our Kingdom is doomed (especially with the ruckus at the Court), I made the only reasonable choice. Les Révélateurs will become the Imperial Guard, and I shall lead them into the new age. Although we won't meet tomorrow at your party, we shall meet eventually, monsieur, once you bend the knee as a show of loyalty to my betrothed (and soon-to-be Emperor of Sirius).

Très sincèrement,
Gauthier (yet)

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