Maister has always felt a some sort of hatred for the Hessians. His father didn't like them and so didn't his grandfather. Just pirates he used to say. The Bundschuh were another story. It seemed that in Rheinland the support or hatred for the revolutionaries has been and still is a sort of family tradition.
Well...now when we've embarked on this route we should go to the end. I see no point in continuing of the ritual of beating about the bush. Give them our names and our intentions.
He then spent a painfully long half a minute typing on an overly small datapad; a standard model that almost everyone in Sirius had, to make it display a handful of names. It was a rather fiddly task.