Salazar Kithe to the Corsairs

[Seth Karlo]

Well, here I was, with a damaged (Almost crippled) Immortal Hunter, heading back to Phoenix Shipyards for a re-fit and repair, and what do I get?

An OPG and a regular Corsair demanding I stop for a scan. Now, you are some of the few people in Sirius I don't shoot on sight, and when I'm told I may be smuggling (Excuse me while I titter) in a DREADNOUGHT and therefore need scanning in Leeds no less... well, it's a bit of a pain.

Next, I'm told that I'm "in the way of the corsairs divine destiny" or some bullcrap like that. Now, I've never really talked to you lot, but you kill the same people I kill, and so I thought "heck, let's leave each other alone." You hate Bretonians, I hate Bretonians. You kill tons of people, I kill tons of people.

Capiche?

Anyway, these corsairs decided to take it into their ignorant thick skulls to attempt to destroy me. My gunners shot down the Praetorian in a heartbeat, and the titan soon fled.

So, all you succesfully proved today is that your bomber pilots need serious training, and that most of your squads of troops need a few IQ points shoved into their oversized egotistical heads. Preferably painfully.

I hereby offer the idea of a ceasefire between us. Pretty much everyone else hates me, and I might aswell have someone to wave at instead of shoot once in a while...

Whether you ignore this, answer this or merely shove it where the sun don't shine, I really don't care. I'll check this transmission again in 2 days time.

Salazar.

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