To: El Presidente (TBH Encryption)

[Silver]

*The head bobs to the right*

Viva, Prez.

The new shipments of food out of Freeport One are already on their way to Gamma.
And as per your orders, i've already initiated the trainin' and mental bump on your men.

I've been told that the last O-52 raids that i ordered, went spartan-like, and they came out stronger.
Like spartans and shiz.

True, the commie system provides a nice trainin' field where
i can shape your men and the Empire armies to be what they once were.

Fearless.
Unyielding.
And devoted to the Corsair cause.

All we need now is time and supplies.
On your order, i will pursue the Liberty angle and open up more trade
so we can finally have a surplus of food and basic goods.

After all, a true warrior can't think straight if he doesn't have his tummy full.

*The mask shines against the camera lens*

So, do i have your permission or not?

Cold, sweet kisses,
Muerte.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Madvillain]

'Ola Diabla Roja.

I have heard about your new little hobby in the Omegas.
Our soldatos seek for revenge , they are willing to spill blood.
Their faith in you indeed seems to make them more brave.
Sure the weak tend to die in high numbers,
but with Crete's birthrate .... they are expendable.
The strong on the other hand endure and evolve.
Centurions Flipado and Machete and the fleets they command
remain at your disposal , mi guapa envoy of muerte.

About your other point...
Since I am done enduring your weekly cantaleta about this ''Liberty'' place,
have it your way.
Although I am still very much of the opinion that señor Moka of the Liberty Rangers
should be the one to contact I will leave you to it to show me a better deal.
Just try not to break anything while you are there si?

Now get to it.
Chopp chopp!

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[Silver]

*The head bobs to the right*

Understood, Prez.

I.. won't break anythin' while i'm in Liberty.

*The mask shines against the camera lens*

I'll be sure to keep you updated.
Now i have to prepare my entourage to travel, it seems.

Cold, sweet kisses,
Muerte.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop