=== Incoming Transmission ===
== Encryption: About as encrypted as a cheap toaster ==
I would like to state, Elder, that the Cazadora is very inaccurate in her fire as, if she is only targeting SCRA units, she must have perceived my ship as an SCRA unit and fired upon me when I launched from Gran Canaria, forcing me back to the surface.
You are blaming me for something I did not do.
Maybe you should put your glasses on, raider.
The Cazadora has fought 2 SCRA ships and managed to fight them off and then Cazadora was stationed infront of GC and talked to an OSI security guard. No one was shot and therefore, you are a liar.
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=== Incoming Transmission ===
== Encryption: Letting the whole sector know your stupidity ==
Your actions are noted. But keep in mind, Corsair, who's the world going to believe? A bloodthirsty warmonger who's bombing an innocent planet? Or someone halting activities for personal gain in favour of sending relief supplies to said innocent, bombed planet?
We will continue sending humanitarian aid to the planet regardless of your answer.
=== Transmission Ended ===
== Partial Trace: Omega Systems ==
You are revealing your plot right here.
I did not shoot you nor do I have an intention to shoot anyone else but the SCRA.
Keep sending the resources, orbital bombardment with machine gun shells will continue to rain upon
SCRA base camps.
There will be no civilians hit as the OSI is helping with the calculations and watching the shell rain.
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*The mask tilts to the right and a voice whispered on the comms*
Death.
It does not matter who you are.
It does not matter where did you came from.
It does not matter who your gods are.
Enemies of the Corsair Empire will be put down.
Our soldiers will walk over the corpses of their brethren if need be.
For every drop of blood we lose, it is a drop of honor the Empire gains.
So be strong, soldatos. Be brave. Your death is not without meaning.
Death came to walk in your midst.
Death came to watch your deeds.
Death came to claim you.
And Death will be the last one standing at the end of it all.
Death, and your deeds for El Imperio.
*The figure approaches the camera and whispers again*
Death to the enemies of the Empire.
[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
Someone please help me. I don't want to live on this planet anymore. You will have first access to the Valkyrie tape along with your own copy and 5% of all profits from sales. JUST GET ME OUTTA HERE!
*holds an earring in his hand*
This is getting mucho embarrassing now, senores Zoners. It has gone too far. I'm doing my job, you are doing yours and we never fiesta. I have to arrest you if you're buzzing around late at night, that's my job until war's over. If you don't come willingly, I have to embark your fancy ships. Than you destroy my cute patrol interceptor. Than I take some old granny as a hostage. Than you let your pistoleros crew shoot on me. Than I have to jump to space with no space-suit on. It's mucho cold there! And no fiesta at all!
Escaping maneuver of nimble El Comisario
I will send this earring to your Space Command Center, take care that old lady gets it. And tell her... I'm sorry. She could be someone's mother. And CARAMBA! Why do you have nice old grannies on your ships anyway??
Concerning pretty senorita Valkyrie... *blinking* I'm glad you noticed my macho body. It's really appealing to be like me on Crete and I'm glad you have such sophisticated taste, not so common out of Corsair space. And my body shape saved me many times from freezing out in space. Hehehe, about my "compensating" skills we can discuss on some more private place, si chiquita?
*El Comisario reaches OFF button and transmission ends*