• Recipient: Open
• Sender: Intermédiaire Édouard René Blanqui
• Source: La Joliette, Marseille
• Subject: Gaia
Saluti, bretonians!
I am Corse, not really 'just' Gaul - different shades, different blood, so hey, guess I am not really that 'trash', eh? Because your eyes, madame Nash, are not different from the abyssal plains of Marseille depths - dark, mysterious, cold. And I like them.
And because I like them, let's forget for just a brief moment all the antics about race, allegiances, and yadda-yadda-yadda. A crew of our secured shipment of this biological weapon, so we've got a stable strain in our laboratories. Yes, yes, we've got laboratories - and cutting-edge ones at that. We can try to do some of our fancy microbiology things, at least try to get some kind of serum by very crude methods - or, at least, precursors for that. Dunno, I am good at business planning, not this, but - oh yeah, - but, we can try providing information on the specifics of the bacterium, structure, some of this stuff, and provide some limited cover when you'll be blasting terrorists off the orbit.
The territory is indeed yours, and I am sure that you will be very happy to detain us, dismantle our ships and try to drown us in boiling water - from which you'll be brewing some good-old Earl Grey afterward - but let's focus on saving the planet and thousands of poor souls, who are stranded there, ey? What do you think, officers?