Ï̠̝̥̠̪̙̯̻̼̰̯̻̪̘̬̞̝̥̹̟̩̃̽̃̈̊̈̊̃̽̚˞̴ ̴˞̰̼̃r̩̻̺̟̪̙̞̞̝̬̹̠̹̥̥̠̩̩̟̪̟̠̙̽e̞̬̟̺̠̠̻̙̘̬m̘̞̬̝̥̜̺̺̩̯̤̩̼̼̰̩̙̘̬̙˞̴ẽ̴̻̪̜̘̞̠̠̩̘̞̝̪̚m̪̺̠̹̘̻̰̈b̰̪̘̬̊e̹̟˞r̴̪̻̥ h̺̻̼̰̹̞̝̟̩̯̃o̠̩̠̠̘̪̻̺̠̠̩˞w̴̠̩̘ ˡ̚m̴̰̯̩̃y˞̥̤̩̊̈ ̩̩ˡ̩̩̩̠̩o̻̹̬̞̝˞l˞̴̰̯̟d̬̘̪ ˞me̺ñ̄́t́ȍr˞ said to begin negotiations always with high demands, so there is more space to find a reasonable compromise. Obviously, my beloved admiral, your demand is very high. Bretonia would profit too much from having three of their opponents, the Hessians, the Cretans and the State of Duma focusing on each other instead of Bretonia. Sounds like a bad deal to me, querido almirante. I have no interest in fighting the Coalition. Their b˞l̩̠ö̴̙̃o̰̼̙̞d̠̠̠̩̠̪̙˞̴ ˞̴̰̰̼̃iˡ̪̹̟s run˞̴n̘̥̬i̜̹̹̞̞̟̩̠n̩̯̤̰g˞ i̴n ˞̟̃m˞yˡ̹̟̚ ˞ṽ̴e̬̚i̠̠n̩̺s̜, and I would rather see Crete and Duma in unity than us fighting each other while there are more interesting places to fight for, rather than some boring icy rocks.
I have a better offer for you, my love. One that pleases both sides, and I am sure we could please each other very successfully.
I want you to surrender to me. I want you a˞̚s ̴m̞̃y˞̴ ̠p̩̝ẽ̺̘̜̠̠̝̽̚r̴˞s̰̼̙̞o̬̜naˡ˞̴̚l̹̬ ̺˞ẗȑo̩̠p̠̠̘̝̥h̯̯̤y̼ ˞̴å̚nd˞ leverage. How does that sound to you, my love?
It is not a joke, my dear admiral. I wouldn't have survived that long if I wouldn't have some clever ideas, and now I have one that will be benefitial for both you and me. For the Cretans and Bretonia. And all it would take is... you. You, temporarily, and some material loss on your side. What you would gain from it? Exactly what you want: The Mighty Fleet attacking Bretonia less.
Interested in hearing more about it, my love?
I hope y˞ou ̴a̬r̩̺̞e̚˞̴ ̃a̼̥̟̹̠ ̠̩̙g̟̬̝̝̹̟̠̩o̩̩̠̜̙̝̥̹̘̞̯̰̙̞o̴˞̙̝̥̜̺̻̰̩̙̈̃̚d̹̟̘̥̜̯̠̞̝̥̙̩̞̪̪̙̩̩̻̻̰̽ ̤̠̜a̴˞˞̴c̻̘̹̬̝̥̥̹̟̠̩̩̪̞̙̠̩̘̩t̴̩̩̯̯̬̜̙̞̬̜̠̩̩̩̠̺̻̻̠̙̬̬̥̹̟̩̩̘o˞̩̩̟̪̘̬̝̙̙̹̞̙̙̜̞̞̝̥̹̙̪̟̠̩̺̪̘̬̥̹̟̩̺̙̘̹̜̠̃̚ȑ̙̙̞̬̬̝̝̟̝̙̜̘̞̝̥̙̺̺̠̪̘̜̯̯̻̯̤̯̟̙̹̹̞̞̬̏̄̊̽̊̚˞̴̠̠̜̘̬̬̞̥̥̥̘̘̟̟̠̩̞̝̃.̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̊̊̊̊̊̊̊̊˞̴.̴̥̃̊̊.̥̊ ˞
I̥̠̘̝̝̙̪̠̹̘̘̩̯̪̞̥̹̪̊̈̽̈̊̃̈̊̽̃̽̈̃̈̊̃̊̈̃̽̊̈̊̽̈̽̃̊̚˞̴̜̬̥̜̩̻̟̹̞̞̬̜̠̯̤̻̺̹̘̞̬̬̟̠̠̠̺̪̟̩̤̼̰̹̬̥̝̞̟̤̞f̬̜̠̪̘̝̜̩̼̰̯̩̺̪̜̽̊̃̽̈̽̈̈̊̽̃̽̽̈̃̈̊˞̜̘̬̝̝̥̙̪̟̺̺ ˡ̚˞̴̜̹̞̞̥̹̰̻̻̺̩̩̠̩̩̈̃̃̽̈̊ẙ̞̘̬̘̙̙̟̩̘̝̥˞̴̯̩̯̈̊̽˞̴o̴̹̞̥̜̙̹̟̻̊̈̽̊ü̺̪̜̊ ˞̴̰̃̚ˡ̝̞̘̙̪̺̠̩̠̙å̴̞̝̥̬̜̩̟̈̃̽̈r̻̠̘̥̥̝̹̜̩̈̊̊e̚˞̠̜̠̩ˡ̴̠̠̠̠˞ ï̻̹̙̠̽ñt̺̘e̯̚rḛ̞s̩̠̟̜̠̺t̪̙̹̊̈e̠̩̬d̞ˡ̚,˞ m̴̩y d̩̊ëar̝̝̞̙̹ ̩̟̟̠a̠̹̞̥̥̝̝̥̹̘dm̼̯̰ï̠̪r̊̽̃a̽̊l̙̹̝,̚ ̜m˞ee̴t me tomorrow at 2̞̞̥̥̘̘̊̈̽˞̴̚0̪̹̈̈:̴̃˞00̘̬̊ ̠̻S̤̠̝̥i̞̘̙̺̠r̩iån̽̃˞ St̴an̬̝̥̘d̻̟̃̈̊a̽̽r̼̰̃d̴˞̺̪̘ ̞̝T̙̜̺̺̩̯̬̊im̜̘e˞ i̴n̜̞̚ ̟̚O̟̞̥̠̩̹̘̪̻̊m̈e̴̤̩̺̜g̯̼̞̈ã̈̈̃̽̈̊-˞ˡ̴3̴˞. I will be on the Sokol, and you will be on a fast and small ship, alone. You won't be able to harm me and your vessel will be fast enough to evade any shots, so we won't be able to harm each other. You and me will make sure nobody else will listen.
I will tell you the details then.
It is a unique opportunity for both of us, m̴̚y̤̺̽ ̻̙̝̥̙l̟̩̈̽ṏ̈̈̽v˞̴e̙̘̜. ̹̬̥I̪̙̜̘̙̪̟ ̪̠̺̺̩̩̩̟̬̞̞̘̹h̴̠̤̤˞ˡ̝̝̥̙̙op̪̟e ẙ̤̰̠̟̜̹̬̥̝̹̟̻̺̪̙̰̯̠̙̽̈̈̊̊o̴̟̞̘̘̪̯̹̬̝̝̘̘̻̠̹̯̤̰̼̺̞̞̝̥̩̤˞̰̼̩̃̃̃̃̽̽̈̈̈̊u̽̈̽̃ ̪̪̬̠wõ̟̘̘̞̙̪̠̠̠̟̜̜̹̹̬̥̝̝̞̪̯̯̩̽̈̈̊̽̈̊̽̃̽̽̈̈̊n̴̽̃̃̈̊˞̪̙̬̞̞̈̈'̪̺̩t̻̪ ̠̯̤̙̘m̙̹̹̙ɪ̴̈˞˞̃̈sʂ̠̪̙̥˞̴ˡ̠̤̼̚ i̤̟̙̥̘̞̝̝̙̙̺̺̠̩̰̩̰̼̞̬̪̩̯̺̪̬̘̘̺̜̬̥̝̞̟̯̤̰̯̪̙̙̟̩t̯̠̺̤̩̻̟̙̙̘̘̹̞̝̝̻̻̩̟̺̊̃̃̚ˤ̞̞̥̜̻̠.̴̴̩̩̟̙̬̪̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̻̻̺̺̩̩̠̩̟̩̠̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̯̩̩˞̩̟̹̘̘̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̩
̚T˞̴̪̻̼̼̙̹̬̜̟̠̩̠̠̩̠̟̠̠̠̠̜̹̘̞̝̥̞̘̘̙̙̹̜̪̪̺̟̜̘̞̹̠̩̩̽̃̈̃̃̽̽̈̊̽̃̃̽̈̊̽̈̊̽̊̊̈̃̃̽̈̈̈̈̊̈̽̃̽̈ḧ̜̘̘̞̝̝̥̹̜̯̠̺̟̹̘̞̞̝̘̬̜̟̺̻̻̩̊̽̃̃̽̈̈̊̽̽̃̚e̻̻̩̩̠̟̪̙̞̞̝̝̥̥̜̟̬̥̟̠̩̩̩̠̩̩̩̩̠̠̩̩̩̩̩̩̩̺˞̴ˡ̽̚ ̠̠̠̠̺̃̽n̜̟̘̝̈̽̊̊̃̽̃̚eů̜̜̠̜̹̞̞̝̬̜̙̺̪̻̩̠̩̤̠̈̽̃r̟̹̬̥̝̹̟̠̩å̞̝̘̹̻̽l̽̊ ̃˞n̴˞̊̚ë̞̬̹̬̬̬̟t̩̠̩ is ̈˞̴a̽ w̼å̰̟̹̈̽r̃̽̽̃̈̈̽̃̈̊̊̊z̴̽˞̝̝̚on̩̩̯ë̩̻̺̹̘̠̩̽ ̠̩j̟̬̞̩ů̩̠̠̜̝̈s̽̈̃̊˞̻̪t̩ like Leeds and New York. It is the wild west. I know very well what neural net hackers are capable of, as I use to be one myself, my dear admiral. With the right tools, I could even access ÿ̊o̟̞u̟̬̥̝̟̩̽̽̃̊r̬̟̩̽̈̊ ̬̺̪̻̽̚p̹̠̯̈e̬r̽̃s̟̬̞̝̝̙̺̩̩̩̠̠ö̩̬̬̻̙̃̈̚n̈̃̽̽̽a̠̞̞̘̹̥̥̚l ̩̯̠̺̃P̠̺̺˞D̴̺̘̘̞̽As̯ without them being connected to the neural net. And when I can do that, other people can do that as well. The Sokol is prepared for such cases. I have reason to doubt your ship is, however. Or wherever you might be right now, my dear.
So I would prefer to see you in person. This evening. I will be there, hidden in the shadows. I will find you, do not worry.
No tricks, ˞̻̟̽l̴̴̟o̩̜̺ve̴̪̜̻˞̥̝̚.̊ T̪̙̘̬̟̻̊̽̃h̊̈̽˞̪̟̘ë̹̞̞̝̜̠̩̩̺̪̬̥̤̊̽ ̃s̤̪̜̙̞̥̽̊t̞̞̥̜̟̘̰̼̬̟̃̽̚a̠̹kë̟̘̞̞̝̊̈̃̃̽̈̽̃̈sˡ̘̺̩̰̊̚ ̚˞a̴̩̪̘̬̪r̯̯̟̞ë̩̟̽̃ ̤̺̜̈ḧ̼̘̝̥̽̃i̴̽̃̈̊̈˞̪̪̥̝̘̹̟̟̩̠̚g̩̠̠̩̻̪̺̜̘̘̝̝̥̙̙̠̤̊̈̽̈̊̃̃̈̽̽̃̽̈̊˞̴̚h̺̜̪̘̬̊̈̽ ̽̚f̤̠̙̞̬or˞̯̺̪̹̘̬̥̝̽̈ B̼̼̯̩̪̹̥̙r̝̪̠̩̠̹̪̪̠̩̹̘̞̞̝̝̘̙̪̜̺̹̩̯̟̻̃̽̈̊e̩̪̪̝̙̪̺̙̪̯̪̯̯̠̜̬̬̞̙̪̠̠̠̠̟̟̜̜̜̹̞̞̝̺̩̯̠̘̜̠̯̰̊̽̈̃̽̈̃̽̈̊t̤̩̻̺̠̪̜̹̜̙̹̬̝̝̬̥̘̥̘̙̟̪̊̈̽̚ö̠̜̞̟̼̼̊̊̊̽̃̃̃̈̽̃̽̈̈̃̈̚̚n̪̟̟̺̠̩̠̠̩̟̙̘̝̜̠̠̠̠̩̩̙̬̬̞̥̥̟̠̩̽̽̈̊̊̽̃̃ï̠̯̠̜̞̞̝̝̃̚ʰ̙̜̥̹̜̙̬̬̜̹̬̽̈̈̊̊̈̚ˡ˞̼̠̪̙̞̽̽̈̽̃̈̽̃̈̈˞̴̺̹̞̝̝̥̘̙ḁ̠̯̤̹̞̝̘̪̺̠̩̩̩̠̺̪̟̪̪̹̘̞̥̥̜̘̘̹̹̜̹̞̞̜̟̩̯̤̰̼̰̼̠̟̰̞̝̞̘̜̜̹̠̜̘̞̝̹̟̠̯̊̚˞ˡ̴̽̽̃̽̈̊̊̈̽̈̊̊̽̃̃̈̈˞̺̜̈̃̽̽̊.
M̩̩̩̩̩̠̹̘̞̥̞̙̪̟̺̺̻̩̻̯̩̺̺̜̟̪̘̘̹̜̙̘̞̬̹̟̟̜̊̈̽̃̽̈̃̽̈̽̈̈̽̊̈̊̊̈̊̚̚ˡ˞̴̰̤̤̻̺̙̩̩̩̈ë̩̠̺̜̙̘̘̬̞̝̥̬̤̰̼̤̊̽̃̽̈s̠̙̬̞̞̥̘̠̠̩̠̠̩̩̺̊s̤̰̟̪̙̞̃̽̈̈a̬̞̹̜̽ge Class: Textual
Encryption: Boobies
To: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall, BArF
From: Izay Vyu, CNS Sokol
My beloved Admiral,
I hope you are unharmed?
Future Madam Izay Hall
Admiral
Bretonian Corsair Forces
Open for Rep̟̙l̤̪̙̹̞̞̝̹̈̽ĩ̴˞̟̞̬̬̝̞̬̥̜̟̩̩̩̠̜̙̞̚e̩̺̺̹̘̘̞̥̝̘̪̺̻̤̰̼̺̠̪̜̹̹̜̹̹̘̠̩̠̺̩̺̊̃̈̚s̴̬̘̞̝̥̙̺̻̯̩̻̪̟̪̪̺̠̪̙̘̞̝̹̘̘̝̞̙̜̰̼̊̽̃̚˞
Encryption: Long Jing
To: Izay Vyu
From: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall, BAF
(The sound is dotted with interference. The image is unstable. Screwing, welding and occasional shouts of men can be heard in the background. Some of the ship's wiring has been torn or exposed, causing a short circuit from time to time)
## ####est salutations, Miss Vyu. Normally I would have sent this message textually, but you have fried my keyboard. I would also normally have addressed this message to the Sokol, but I know that it would have ###blems finding its destination. You have addressed your message correctly, too -- we are in not much different shape than barf at the moment. So, now that #ate has sped our plans up by letting us slaughter the soul in each other, I believe it is time for business.
You were convincingly the sole Corsair that has cost m# ###e than any other. Of course, having O'Brien in my fleet, that young girl who plays war and thinks she owns me, has taken an even greater toll, but the important part was that you have battered me, too.
It is time for you to act. Return home with the news of victory, your victory, rally su####ters... I might not love you more than the benefits you can provide me, but your people will, ##ss Vyu! It is time to spill some impure blood so pure can be saved, from the likes of Beltran and Ladron! Miss Vyu... it is time for revolución!
(In a flash, the image becomes a mist of interference).
Encryption: Long Dong
To: A˞̴̃d̝̬̟̻̪̊̚m̟̯̯̩̤̼̩̙̘̊̈̽̃̽ï̴̊̽̈̃̽̽̈̃˞̪̙̞̜̠̊r̠̬a̬̬̩l̩̊̈ Sir George Richard Hall, BArF
From: Izay Vyu
(The sound is not any better with this transmission. The image is a bit more stable. Apparently, her personal quarters were undamaged, or someone drilled the crew to repair the very important parts of the ship first.)
My love, I can hardly call that a victory. The Sokol very barely managed to leave Dublin, bits and pieces of the ship are still drifting around in that battlefield. I can only hope I get my hands on the junkers that profit from that.
There is still time. Let us stick to the plan. This will require a bit more than one battle that was dominated by the Mighty Fleet, especially with Ladron and Beltran remaining longer out there than me. A sacrifice is demanded, and the sacrifice is you. Even if it is o̪̽n̞̙̙̪̟̠̊̈̽̃̚l˞̥̙̞̝̜̟̠̠̩̜̘̊̈̽̃ÿ̴̩̩̻̺̩̟̙̙̞̬̽̽̃˞ ˞f̴̹̞̥̟̩̯̤ö̪̺̟̽̃r̠̚ a few days or weeks. I want you, almirante, and nothing less will satisfy me. Only you can satisfy me.
Isn't that what a man likes to hear?
Contact me once you are ready. And you better ready yourself as soon as possible, as the Sokol will continue waging war together with the other Corsairs if you let me wait for too long. Rememer, I am not the one in charge yet.
Or do I hear a spark of fear in your manly sovereign voice, my love?
(The video transmission ceases in a mixture of interference and encryption.)
Open for R̘˞ep̴̟̠̩̊˞l̪̘̬̜̟̩̯̤̃̽̈̊ḭ̼̯̜̥̘̙̟̠̺̠̩̈̽̈̽̃̽̃̽̈̊˞e̘̘̥̠̯̠̟̘̘̝̝̥̘̜̺̺̠̟̯̯̻̻̜̘̹̟̊̈̽̚s̰̼̰̃̃̽̽̽̽̃̽̈̊̈̊̈̈̽̊̈̃̈̽̚̚˞̴̙̪̪̟̩̻̩̩̩̺̪̟̞̬̥̩̩̩̩̩̻̙̝̘̞̹̙̪ˡ˞̴̰̺̃
Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Oolong
To: Izay Vyu, CNS Sokol
From: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall, BAF
Miss Vyu,
I hope that you are in a healthy enough state to read this message. Your pursuit of glory is costly for both of us. Do you not have certain, very expendable, ragtag miners in the Omegas to use instead?
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