To: Imperio Del Corsario

[DarthBindo]

Actually those losses are correct.
What the idiot failed to mention is the number of Outcast capitals lost to destroy those.
I'll give you a hint: you'll need a calculator to do the math, and then a glass of water and an oxygen mask after you pass out from laughter.

In the Service of A Imperii,
Elder Ezio Della Francesca, The Brotherhood, Comandante dei Agenzia dei Corsairi per Intelligenzia e Operazioni

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Omicron]

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Topic: We're Mexican, not Mexican't
Source: Crete
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You really think that by hunting down small groups rather than attacking glorious <strike>Spartan</strike> Imperio head on you mean anything? We are capable of making entire 212th drown in our tacos only.

~Estaban Julio Ricardo Montoya la Rosa Ramirez

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[AeternusDoleo]

**** Incoming Transmission ****
From: Devante Benitez
To: Outcast perro mucking up the ether
Subject: White flag?
Encryption: Public message

E, gringo. Thanks for the tip. These Gallics are a pain in the rear for you? Well, then, that makes them our friend in my book. Maybe you'll see us side by side before the year turns. Burning Malta from orbit. Perhaps this white flag of yours should be hoisted by yourselves.

Until then, keep the zeppelins coming. Tripoli can always use more scrap, si?

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Wide awake in a world that sleeps, enduring thoughts, enduring scenes. The knowledge of what is yet to come.
From a time when all seems lost, from a dead man to a world, without restraint, unafraid and free.

Mostly retired Discovery member. May still visit from time to time.

[Dane Summers]

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►►►IDENTIFICAZIONE - Sebastian "Rojas" Avila

►►►VIDEO DI APERTURA

Buona sera, Lupi.

I do not speak for the Nacione di Malta. I do not speak for the 212th. But I am Maltese. And like every son and daughter that has had to fight for breath, We have a voice, and every word is a gift that shall echo through time - every single one of our lives is precious.

I do not believe there can be peace in our time. What has made each of our nations superior in its own way has driven a spear into the heart of what was once unity. The Maltese have the blessing of life, clarity, and grace - yet that comes for only the chosen few - the rest are merely lamentations from mothers over stillborn souls. Those lupi who call themselves "Corsairs" struggle for life on a world that does not love them, and they embrace space, having grown up violent, ever the more grateful for the need to cause violence, believing there short lives end in honorable beauty as they fight like warriors of a long lost time.

We may war. We may all die. And in the end, the last Maltese and the last Corsair may die together, arm in arm with there hands at each others throats...but let us never forget...we were brothers once. For us, the bitterness of our hate, the glory of our battles, will never be known to those outsiders - for only family can hate as deeply as we do, and fight as bitterly as we do.

I remember the past.

I embrace the present.

I do not fear the future.

Credi il lupo, mi amici.

May we both find honor in our hate.

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