This message is highly encrypted using syndicliga proprietary encryption cryptography through intranet-publicneralink drops and are functionally untracable if no sender address is given. Abuse of Intranet functionality commands community service punishments as listed in regulation five three seven gamma six. security is assumed. Any deliberate or otherwise location triangulation method successfully employed against anonymous transmissions will receive either a one billion credit reward or immediate incarceration dependent upon disclosure and motive. The revanchist council requests that Arbeiters do not squander valuable neuralnet bandwith on the consumption of CNS articles, adult content, or gambling, and advise that the relevant arbeiters employ public terminals for such use, rather than the secure line. Communal enforcement may differ between Reichsarbeitergesellschaft der Alsterian and Landwirtrechbewegung cells. Consult your admin for technical support or contact your resident Neural Technology Help Specialist at www.totallypacifica@notAHacker.net. The Union reminds Arbeiters that "trolling" is not an acceptable standard of political debate, unless aimed at capitalists, fascists, militarists, etc, who lack the neurological prerequisites to engage in such discourse. Southern Unioners are encouraged to remember that the average Unioner's literary age is roughly analogous to a twelve year old on PCP, and are encouraged to avoid engaging in difficult subjects, and are suggested to stick to familiar subjects, such as the market value of cardamine, bundschuh-based footwear puns, and the general terrible quality of life aboard wedel mining station.
Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
Vorarbeiter Gunda Riehl
Incoming Transmission
Unionised Peoples of Syndicalist Advocacy
To: Zlato. From:Thuringia System, location classified. Subject:Raising Hammers.
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"You've got a razor-eye. Good."
I’m Gunda Riehl, Vorarbeiter of the Alster Union, captain of myself, me, my fate, and I. I put Rheinland and Libertonian investiture in my pocket when the solar flares are the high roll and put fat-cat stockbrokers in body bags on the cold-and-dirty. You’re my kind of character. Which is why it disappoints me to sing you this:
I’m gonna’ have pull the retros on that commitment right there, Zlato.
Our goals aren’t irrelevant to you. You see the corporates for the fat-cat prey animals they are and I’ll consider you a brother of mine for a handshake and a song. Because that goal is my goal and that of my kid sister, my dead grandpa through to the unchristened eggs in my right ovary. We not going to be choosy and tenacious over if you’re being coerced into the life you’re boot-filling; it’s your business. We can help you close your business. It’s what we do – what we’ve spent three hundred years perfecting.
I respect a gundog who claims he wants to earn his keep rather than weasling for a handout, pilot. We’re up to our eyeballs in pain and the vacuum’s cradle because of glory hunting free-loaders who decided to bite hand.
What yellow brick road we run after depends on if you’re angling to wear the hammers or not. You sticking freelance, or looking to jockey yourself into an arbeiter – puts you in a separate set of positions. Either road gets you board, alcohol, enough private privileges to keep yourself un-dead in whilst you’re in our company without any extra-textuals like credits pissing in the soup. That which you catch, you keep. You’ll be paying us back in how far you push the system, the bonds you build with your fellow arbeiters. That’ll be your power base. Nurture it, and we’ll fly with you to the end. It’s just how it works – we’re not called the Unioners because we stab one another.
This is the Unioners, pilot. I’m snapping this for you from the bar. We’re all some permutation of brother. Not through biology or through family or any of that other crap that doesn’t mean anything with a gun to your face. We’re born pragmatists, even if we aren’t born Union. Those that want to make something from the rock and dust and bad choices Sirius has spoon-fed us since apotheosis, make their way here.
Some grow powerful. Others rich. Some mean, more, mad. It’s all personal for us – our fight. It’s not for a dress-doll revolution like the Hessians or for a perceived sense of alienation like the Xenos. It’s not quite justice and it’s not quite vengeance, but it’s in the sweet spot of knowing where you are, and where you’re headed.”
“So I’ll tell you a drip about myself. Enough to keep the pirasharks searching. Where I went with with nothing, like you.”
“I was born a slave-girl. More like born from a slave girl. My mother had me at twelve – which was right in the middle of what my gangbanger slave trading father would have called the sweet spot. She was a stolen Unioner who had been liscenced off by some unscrupulous bounty hunters who realised they couldn’t cash a check for children when they took the transport carrying civilians from Hamburg to the Alsterfeld, down. The Union purchased me – it’s called a mercy purchase – with tradelane loot. Brought me back.”
“I freed my mother when I was fourteen, with a shotgun and a wide smile. I thought she’d be a wreck of a human, if not dead, but she’d climbed her way up the ring and took children out of the trade. Became one of the bad people to do the good nobody else would.”
“Stories like mine fill the Union’s raider wings. You come in gentle. You come in with nothing. You learn how to better yourself and better the universe, even if you need to burn it away.”
“I’ll meet you at Freeport two, Zlato. Bring any possessions you don’t want to lose, and prepare to say hello to your new life of getting what’s yours.”
"It doesn't shake hands."
Till the rounds come round, came round for me.
Gunda Riehl.
Vorarbeiter, Thuringia.
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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
This message is highly encrypted using syndicliga proprietary encryption cryptography through intranet-publicneralink drops and are functionally untracable if no sender address is given. Abuse of Intranet functionality commands community service punishments as listed in regulation five three seven gamma six. security is assumed. Any deliberate or otherwise location triangulation method successfully employed against anonymous transmissions will receive either a one billion credit reward or immediate incarceration dependent upon disclosure and motive. The revanchist council requests that Arbeiters do not squander valuable neuralnet bandwith on the consumption of CNS articles, adult content, or gambling, and advise that the relevant arbeiters employ public terminals for such use, rather than the secure line. Communal enforcement may differ between Reichsarbeitergesellschaft der Alsterian and Landwirtrechbewegung cells. Consult your admin for technical support or contact your resident Neural Technology Help Specialist at www.totallypacifica@notAHacker.net. The Union reminds Arbeiters that "trolling" is not an acceptable standard of political debate, unless aimed at capitalists, fascists, militarists, etc, who lack the neurological prerequisites to engage in such discourse. Southern Unioners are encouraged to remember that the average Unioner's literary age is roughly analogous to a twelve year old on PCP, and are encouraged to avoid engaging in difficult subjects, and are suggested to stick to familiar subjects, such as the market value of cardamine, bundschuh-based footwear puns, and the general terrible quality of life aboard wedel mining station.
Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.
Vorarbeiter Gunda Riehl
Incoming Transmission
Unionised Peoples of Syndicalist Advocacy
To: Zlato. From:Thuringia System, location classified. Subject:Raising Hammers.
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"Roger. Sorry if we're having trouble getting ships airborne, getting enough people out there to make a difference is a labour of love."
"I'll meet you in the bar."
Till the rounds come round, came round for me.
Gunda Riehl.
Vorarbeiter, Thuringia.
Transmission Complete
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Decompiling neuratrace... Signal lost.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)