My dear Bretonian Armed Forces.

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Incoming Transmission: Kommandeur Gottfried Halse, Leader of the Red Barons

*Gottfried nods.* Pardon me, mein Herr - I have a certain flair for the overly dramatic. Very well, cordial sobriety it is.

The Admiral, who, incidentally, we have treated fairly courteously given the circumstances, will be released into your custody in exchange for several shipments of certain products and resources desirable to us for reasons you need not necessarily become more intimately aware of. Certain of the freight we require is key to Bretonian industry, meaning that our demands will in all likelihood not exact too severe a drain upon Bretonian Armed Forces coffers, which are, as we are well aware, somewhat strained due to Bretonia's current state of war. These shipments will each occur independently of one other, and will systematically "disappear" during transit through the Omega-3 and -7 systems. The transports employed to ferry these shipments, as well as their captains and crew, will not suffer any adversity. They are not to be escorted, and will all be thoroughly scanned. Admiral Hobart will be placed aboard the last transport sent.

The first such cargo to vanish will be a Shetlandful of MOX. I await your response, mein Herr.

Transmission Ended

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