To: Not my favourite goddess in the pantheon. From: Armin Jansen. Subject: Last chance.
Let me make this extremely clear for you.
You are not our problem.
We have no technology that is of value to you.
We want no part in any of your present conflicts - indeed, we regard the Order with suspicion.
We find the Outcasts as odious as you do.
Our income is primarily via smuggling, and we have not-meagre popular support amongst the law abiding citizenry.
We do not care for the Order, the Core, the plight of the human race, none of it. Our aliens have four limbs and two brain hemispheres - they do not glow in the dark, they serve no primordial horror. Your fight, is not our fight.
Here is a gift horse. Not a Trojan; a gift. If you look it in the mouth, it won’t bite.
When Auxesian assets, provided they are not in a live-fire situation or in any immediate peril, are stopped and questioned by Union combat air patrols, you answer their questions. A few, short, simple explanations as to where you have come from, and where you are going. Then, we let you off.
This is not a handshake. This is a cold shoulder. We glare at each other across the street then go our separate ways.
The alternative is we pull out machine guns, and pepper ourselves, the street, the storefronts - onlookers die, and nothing is quite the same again.
Now. I am a surprisingly well connected man. I have watched the shadow war which is developing between the Order, the Core, and you, for the mantle of humanity’s salvation and I wish nothing to do with it. I am a humble political glove puppet, Auxesia. I have no pretences to be a god. I serve Rheinland, in my own way, and me and the many like myself have but one intention - we wish to see our family safe. Our front door locked. Our boarders fenced.
We are activists by profession - and the substances we smuggle are predominantly inert, harmless things. Illegally cut diamonds outside of market regulation and inactive xeno trinkets. We do not perpetuate war by smuggling guns, nor addiction and degeneracy by peddling drugs. You may label us burglars, Auxesian, and you may be correct in your summarisation if you believe the gospel of the Liberty police. We have marauded our way through the independent worlds for aeons, yet we do so not out of avarice but to restore the lost labour rights of the common worker - to remove the globalists from their celestial perch. Yes, we are socialists, we are nationalists. Our goal is to permit the great to not be restrained by the small. Not to reduce all tenants to class power to anarcho-marxist rubble, but to rebuild the ladders for those who have the tenacity to dare climb them.
Us firing upon you is the result of your acts. You have, repeatedly, shirked sharing operational data with us when your ships are confronted traversing Rheinland aether. Now, we do not care about you. You are not significant enough to cause severe economic hinderance to the fatherland, nor do you have the motive power to snare the government in your power plays.
We are not the Colonial Republic. We do not care if you live, or die, so long as your life, or your death, does not hinder us. Die somewhere else - just not on my lawn.
So. I repeat myself. The next time one of your agents is quizzed as to their intentions, he answers. Directly - and we will let you potter off to do whatever it is you do when you’re not getting under our collective boots.
There’s two ways off the hangman’s chair.
The Unioners are very old, very large, and very unforgiving. As far as I recall, Auxesia interferes with terrorist organisations - not with polity reformers. Now. There cannot be more than a few thousand of you and there are, I’m afraid, quite the collective of us. Your technological acumen is naught if you have to kill a hundred of us for every pilot you bleed to attain numerical balance. Do not fight an enemy you do not need.
See, if you’re fighting us, you’re not just fighting us - you’re fighting our allies as well.
If you want to enter Rheinland via the front door, knock. Or you’ll have to scrounge up fresh transport assets to replace every hulk you drag through the Fatherland’s space ways.
It’s amusing. You enter -our- house without ringing the doorbell, and you accuse us of criminality. That won’t wash through history, Auxesian.
If you harass us, we will shut those actions down faster than you could apologize.
If you think you have any weight to throw in this situation, you are gravely mistaken. Your movement is irrelevant. Your goals, demands, attempts at negotiations, are all irrelevant. You and your movement are insignificant, and I dare say I find your attempt at strong-arming us laughable, as we watched your forces get decimated in Texas.
You harassed one of our people and fired upon them. Do you think we're pacifists? We're going to shoot back every time, and make no mistake when I say both sides will suffer losses, but you are at a disadvantage. If you think threats of violence will gain you headway here then you might as well do yourself a favor and shoot yourself in the head now to save us or the Military from doing it for you.
Perhaps if your people would stay their guns, we might not have an issue. We could've even come to many agreements or even conducted business of some kind, but your reckless xenophobic behavior has cost you, and it will continue to cost you, day by day, hour by hour, life by life.
If you shoot us, we shoot back. That is all that needs to be said.
By the honour of the Fifth Reich in exile, the State of the Rhein and all creeds, constituents and commanding races of the Germanic state, by the honour invested in Rheinland by right of ancestral der deutsche Arbeits vor dem freien Kaiserthron, Alster Konterrevolution, declares a state of war against the the Auxesian paramilitary order and those assisting them against our assets. This act is taken in the interests of the people, as extreme and necessary countermeasure against the propagation of state impurity, martial undermine and the theft of intellectual capital, citing the following as cassius belli:
- Failure to respect the intellectual property rights of Rheinland corporations
- Attempt to poison the relationship of the Commonwealth of House Liberty with die Alster Union.
- Repeated and continuous breech of Rheinland imperial territory without consultation nor liaison.
- The combat death of arbiters Karl Aldrin, Lorah Rald, and Garion Ritter without a formal declaration of war.
- Economic robbery through resource smuggling, in violation of the Imperial Export Code, 501 AS, section C.A.
- Conspiracy to spread democracy.
All Auxesian vessels are hereto considered valid combat targets for CAM sorties. Auxesian large assets, where found, will be neutralised. Ground forces and infiltrators will be expunged. Any known affiliates or acquaintances, political, tactical or familial within Rheinland will be arrested and questioned.
Signed:
His iron will: Hansel Garen Von Himmel, Arbeitsdirektor of the One True imperial army.
His stone resolve: Fedya Haas: Marshal-in-chief of the Imperial airforce.
His steady hand: Armin Jansen: Alien contact operative and diplomat-in-chief.
This state will continue indefinitely.
Eine Rose Für Mein Rheinland
Wie Wölfe fällt man über uns her –
und macht uns merklich das Leben schwer.
Nur weil man sagt was man so denkt,
siehst du nicht, daß ein anderer dein Leben lenkt?
Eine Rose für mein Rheinland
leg ich traurig auf die Erde.
Ich geb' alles für dich, mein Rheinland,
wenn ich leb und wenn ich sterbe.
Der Kanzler geht betteln bei seinen Freunden,
um seinen Betrug somit auszuräumen.
Bei uns - wer stört, muß sofort vor Gericht,
zählt denn das Gesetz bei denen nicht?
Linksparteien hier zu den Guten gehören,
"Rechts" ist radikal und tut nur die Ordnung stör'n.
Schaut doch mal hinter unsre Fassade,
wollt ihr es nicht sehn - oh eigentlich schade.
Ich gehör zur Alster Union - nicht weil man mich bestochen,
auch hat mir keiner meinen Willen gebrochen.
Denn Rheinland ist doch meine Heimat, mein Land,
und mit einer Träne leg ich die Rose in den Sand.
Ich lass doch nicht mein Land eingeh'n –
auch an die linke Adresse: Ihr müßt das verstehen!
Ich schau doch meinen Sohn nicht hilflos an Und sage ihm:
"Mein Schatz - das geht uns nichts an."
Heimat, das Wort, für das ich wenig fühle.
Andere Völker, die ich in meiner Nähe spüre –
Wo bleib ich als Rheinländer, bin irgendwann allein.
Und werde wie ein Fremder in meinem Reiche sein.
Gesundheitsreform und für den Rheinländer kein Geld –
aber der finanziert Völker aus aller Welt.
Auch fürs OPs muß der Rheinlander schon zahlen –
und keiner Krankenkasse bereitet das Qualen.
Und legst Du erschöpft eine Rose in den Sand –
kaum drehst du dich um, hat sie ein neuer Ausländer in der Hand.
Deshalb schließt euch jetzt zusammen, für unsere Heimat, unser Land. Und wenn die Sache erfolgreich war, legt jeder stolz eine rote Rose in den Sand.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
"I of the Liga, do not fold" "For suits or saints or beggar's gold. Information-Recruitment-Message Dump-Feedback
I believe one of my Sentinel's have proven to you that we're more than capable of destroying your vessels.
Your illusions of acting righeous in the Federal Republic is considerably amusing. But allow me to express our vision in a more clear and understandable way, as apparently it is too hard to comprehend a two letter word with only one syllable.
It is not your home. We do not need permission. Rheinland needs trade to strive and to survive, like any other House in Sirius, or would you rather Rheinland to starve and to develop backwards? You claim to not be terrorists and yet you would rather force things to be your way? Including massacring ones relatives? How noble of you. I'm sure the everyday Rheinlander would love to hear that them and their family can be killed for having a different opinion. I suppose the pen was too mighty for you. Winning the hearts of people by literally taking their heart with the blade simply will not work.
You pirate us - we destroy you. You harm us - we destroy you. Like-wise to the incident in New Hampshire, you brought harm to the Commonwealth's diplomacy upon yourselves, you knew the consequence of engaging the allied battalion, as various Auxesian and Hellfire assets forewarned you - not to mention your laughable attempt at claiming the Texas system. It isn't our fault that you cannot comprehend how simple logic works with those handicapped minds of yours. A mere child would know if you were to punch one's friend, the other will punch back.
But ah, of course, am I not speaking to the one who'm of which assumes they own the entire ballpit to themselves? It almost sounds like you've been spending too much time with the Cretins.
But I digress. I have little to no interest with you and your people, and it's laughable to see that you are naive enough to think that we won't defend ourselves. The is notion simple. Get in our way - and we'll get in yours. Hit us - we hit back. Simple, right? You're nothing more than mere bloodthirsty terrorists and will continue to be so with the attitude you present the Sector with.
To: Not my favourite goddess in the pantheon. From: Armin Jansen. Subject: Last chance.
My dear, you shot down one wing. Two strike bombers, two space superiority fighters and the vessel they were in escort of, with twice the numerical assets at your disposal and aspects of both the Buro and the Rheinland military, interrupting what could have been a productive counterinsurgency operation between ourselves and the Federal forces. That is numerically nothing. The three hundred aboard the Erika, were, lamentably, not nothing, but we lose more in Hamburg every progressive day. All you did was ensure the continued passage of human cargo through Rheinland. You made a strategic faux pax. You shot your own leg. You shot my fatherland.
You wish us to negotiate now, when you shirk the concept in public.
In the process, you interrupted a counter-slavery operation. Congratulations. I will direct a list of your achievements to The National Council.
For all your Hellenic metaphor, this does not make you Alexander the Great.
Fighters die, all the time.
You cannot simply drop fighters onto people until they do what you want. That is not how the universe works. All you're doing is progressively pissing us off.
You had that opportunity because the on scene Unioner CO believed in the presence of mind of her countrymen. You abused it. She made a tactical err, and will be punished accordingly. She was insufficiently ruthless; she should have fired when the first Rheinland military vessel entered the area, and, both her wing, and her cruiser, would remain intact.
You? You will never receive the same opportunity again.
Now. Gloat privately, and celebrate your empyrean victory over internal propaganda. We still outnumber you five hundred and seventy nine, to one.
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