Hola.
This may come as surprising to you as it came to me but you seem to've impressed my sister at the last encounter venturing the Sigmas with your so far unloved band of individuals down from Madrid. It's not an exceptional achievement as it's not uncommon for her to've leftover feelings for literally anyone that may or not in some way be of any use in times to come, though it's uncommon she had even spoken to one of you people at all. Last I remember her rather instantly shooting before saying whatever strikes her mind.
All that aside we're to utilize this opportunity to share a time of military courtesy on neutral territory to get an updated insight to the other of us. It's long overdue and shall not be forgotten. We've been throwing resources, material and soldiers at each other now for hundreds of years and you've proven yourself, if not a worthy, a persevering opponent. I'll give you that.
I take there's an endless list of subjects we've reason to talk about, if not just for becoming familar once more with the view of the sisters and brothers we so ruthlessy aim to bring down. So the 'HundredFirst Ghosts invite you, I'm inviting you, to a cordial convention where we'll genuinely share our hatred for the other within an agreement of mutual understanding. Do not mistake this for Nacions position as a whole towards any of your kind as we just speak for the mind of our own. You'll regardless of whatever we'll converse about have to deal with the rest of Nacion on separate occurrences. And we can't stand by you should it get down that path and the situation arises as Ghosts are occupied on a rather tight schedule again to not have the last pieces of once proud Nacion vanish into the void. Feel honoured I shared that information with you.
We'd propose an arrangement further away from madrilenians territory than Freeport Nine, so the decision of choice by our side is Sigma Nineteen, where you're invited to join us on the Aether. We'll hold a close proximity to the suns and squadrons of both our divisions will be tasked to secure the area within at least seventy clicks to ensure our unhindered departure should we come up against the Gas Miners.
You're guaranteed safety in your transition towards and stay on our vessel and within the whole system itself. You may also, just as we'll resort to, keep a flagship at the periphery of the patrol zone around the Aether both our forces are going to enforce. We'll not appear to fight yours but be assured we're ready if you try us. And yet we're willing to hand you the chance to defend your pride and honour by your own actions. Of course Ghost squadron will do what's necessary to ensure a victorious turn of events shall your forces choke on their performance. We expect the same conduct from your side.
So do not leave me waiting, 'Skyelius', or we've to return that favour with the newest addition to our assortment of destructive power.
For power. For Ishmael. For the Ghosts.
Salutes.
'Stefania Casta.
When my eyes first saw through the darkness that had settled over Hispania, my life changed. I had been raised as a warrior, taught to value honor more than own my life and to fight with valor against the enemies whose wake brings about the deepest of despairs. The truth is that our measures of honor can be found to be selfish, our idea of valor can be corrupted into a quest for glory, and our loyalty can be misplaced. After the purity of white has been tainted, only love can guide a soul to salvation. I no longer fight seeking to serve myself, nor to blindly serve my Nation. Now, I seek justice.
I was filled with hope when your sister accepted my challenge that day, and now, it has opened a window, through which we can finally look upon Esperanza. The pact of friendship is stronger than union by blood, and though opponents in some fields of battle, I offer your people friendship. I do not wish to address the past as much as the future, but we have been living a lie. Beings that we can hardly understand have planted seeds of desolation, and even now, the demons of shadow and silence lie in wait, the power to consume both light and darkness coursing through them. Perhaps we cannot yet identify all those who are our true enemies, but one thing is certain: our peoples have never been true enemies.
Perhaps we can never live the dream that our ancestors dreamed of before hate and fate shattered it, but we can teach our children to love, and they will withstand the test of time, and prevail, much longer than my beloved Brotherhood has, and more so than your Ghosts have.
I wanted you to know a part of my heart before we meet face to face. I will go, solo.
Sinceramente, Caelius Moya,
Hispanian Warrior
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