To: Colonial Military Superiors | From: Wicca Koine

[Wicca Koine]

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Good day. Today I had an encounter with two of your pilots that chased me from Coronado to Magellan, just to attack me because of the little amount of Cardamine in my cargo bay, that I actually need to survive. You know, people born on Malta can't just decide to be born there, and there are way more dangerous things in Sirius than Cardamine-dependent people. For example, your degenerate, racistic pilots.

So those pilots, ID CR|-Harlequin and ID CR|-Hellfire, chased me to Magellan, telling me in Cortez that they want to kill me because I'm, what Harlequin called, a sniffer. He told me that after I asked twice for what reason they follow me. For what reason they want to kill me. I call that blatant racism, and it's a shame to see your kind is acting that way. I really hope it's just those two guys that are such idiots. Excuse me for the chosen vocabulary, but they wanted to kill me, for no adequate reason, so I have enough reason to be upset.

However, this forced me to make a statement. This one.

Statement - Look closely

Now, this is very unfortunate, for both sides, don't you think? I have better things to do than hunting down Colonial-affiliated transports, and you surely have better things to do than dealing with people that actually had no intention to harm said ones. So how do we fix this? My idea here is you punish said pilots. Indoctrinate them that blatant racism isn't tolerated in Sirius. Some people never decided to be addicted, and your pilots should respect that. I demand a recording of whatever punishment you decide to be adequate. If it's pleasant, I'll stop attacking your kind. GalSpan will surely be happy to know that they can return to their trade runs without fearing a Tridente. Or even bombers.

However, if you refuse, I'm sadly forced to continue my actions against the Crayterians, and I won't be picky with my targets. Please, consider this not as a threat, but as a promise. I won't sit idly and watch this perverted act of degeneracy. Please, do us both a favour and don't play with lifes here. I'm not asking you to kill them. I ask you to teach them how to show respect to other humans, no matter the color of the skin, the gender, the language or the stuff they need to consume to survive. You may eat a sandwich. I take my inhaler and get a dosis of happiness and longevity, reaction and brainpower.

I wish you a pleasant day. Please, don't disappoint me. You would regret it.


Wicca Koine from Malta

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