To: Comrade Premier Mehemet Selim. Subject: The Red Hammer.

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To: Comrade Premier Mehemet Selim.
From: Arbeitsdirektor der Alster Union, Protector of Beringa, Enforcer of the Tanner Zone, First Sea Lord of the

Kaiserflotte, Emancipator of the Sigmas, Defender of the Oppressed, Hammer of the Volk, unanimously elected Cell Lord of the Five Cells, eternal servant of the royal line.
Subject: Offer of formal Armistice.

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Zdravstvujtye, as-salaam 'alaykum, my once longtime friends.


We welcome the ascension of the field marshal to the premiership. If he proves as capable a commander as he does a warrior, then the future of the trans-sirian blue collar revolution will be kept under a firm glove.


I am Hansel Garen, labour director for the Alsterian Labour Union. I have been, for just over a year, your enemy. Our conflict was never one of ideology, as much as third parties saw fit to portray us in one another’s eyes. Conservatives used us to wave a banner, globalists turned us against each other. The Federalists used the opportunity to burnish plaques to the Revolution’s failure.

Posterity demands truth. Not these manufactured silences.



We… were… founded, to avoid the certainty of another war between a pseudo-alliance and a resurrected coalition – to undo the globalist lie. Our failure is the record of history. Still men and women are thrust upon each other at the whims of the particularists. The cycle of violence feeds those who would profit from the manufacture of weapons, a cycle – capitalist agriculture stuffing nutrients enough to turn babies into the fodder for a new mouth – the cannons of cooperate adventurism. Monopolies are everywhere. The wealthy escape whilst the poor are taxed and rot in industrial prisons. There are many wrongs to be undone.

Conflict between the Red Hessians and the Unioners began not because we disagreed on the wrongs proliferating around us, but because we differed on solutions. It is a result of the separate tierings of our societies. For us, we believed that economic motivation could only come from the encouragement of historical traditions. You, yourselves, have done the same, drawing inspiration from the final revolution of Sol. Our own cause draws its water from the Imperial Labour act. The politics of an empire, yes, but one where the centralised government was forced beholden to the proletariat, where empowered worker’s councils wielded direct influence in the organisation of the state and remained more powerful through their popular spirit than the corporations that overpowered them under the false Republic. In truth, it does not matter to us if there is a Bundestag, or a Reichstag, or a Duma. All that matters is the restoration of the people’s dignity, the poplar right to gainful, honourable employment – an enlightened regime incorruptible by globalist, false-democratic oligarchies. That is our sole agenda. Yes, we could be blamed for drawing upon the resources of the revanchist right to do so - but they themselves are victims of the same sociological forces, and, in time, even they can be rallied to the trade unionist cause, when they see the success of our agenda.


We dance with knives, yes. But guile are our tools, just as brutal passion is the way of the Red Hessians. Our disagreement was founded on the idea that all members of the revolution in the Rhein should bow their heads to the Hesse block – is it not the true principles of socialism that we are all equal? That we are not estrangable from each other, but are united in our common red banner, our hammer, that can be swung only with the force of many arms, pulling as one? Our fear that the Hesse have manipulated the lot of us has been, violently, reassessed. The Hessians are no longer capable of assassinations against our leadership as they once were in the years prior. I live in fear no longer. The war has... sanitised... the Unioners. We have become stronger, more true in ourselves. Yet this cannot continue unabated - brother cannot kill brother till the whole house lies empty and bloodstained.

This fear is resolved. The conflict has achieved the aspirations both sides desired. For the Union, we no longer feel eclipsed within our own homeland, or as if our agendas are simply secondary. The Hesse, by contrast, have learnt a valuable lesson in regards to the consequences of estranging common comrades. As to the Coalition itself – we were never rivals of the Duma. We are all victors.


The bloodshed must stop. Not immediately – too many minds have been poisoned for miracles, but slowly. We are prepared to drop arms, and declare the conflict concluded. No side has made significant headway against the other – besides, the Sirius of today is not the Sirius of a year ago. Far more significant threats proliferate in the independent and core worlds. A new conflict has begun against the forces of Globalism in the Sigma worlds, one that the Union must devote its revolutionary focus upon. The narrative must be set correct, lest history write all of us into its backpages.

With the disappearance of Heinrich, the Coalition needs an ally within the Rhein with which it shares a common ideological root. Form truce with me, Premier. Let us show the universe that socialism is not yet dead in this cosmos, despite our particularities.

I will not commit myself to history as the Arbeitsdirektor who undermined the Volksrevolt, Premier. My bases, my goods, my services, my smuggling supply chain, are yours, should you need them. For now, let us commit to counting and entombing the dead. We may need their blessing for what life will bring next.

Transmission Ended

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