*Very old voice, like an old man voice can be heard*
I think you still remember Liberty Dreadnought back in the "Thuringia" system. And I am it's captain, speaking to you right now.
I've been curious to why did you said "survivor wing" to follow you out back in that system, did something happened in Rheinland that was very devastating to your.. well, friends in there, or you lost a battle very devastating against Rheinland Military or Police?
I need to admit, me and my crew are happy to help Unioners, if you help us with our plans, with hopes that you won't take my Battleship and crew by surprised to overtake it, of course.
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.
G.Riehl
Incoming Transmission
Wedel Unioners Albedo Wings
To: Constitution. From:Arbeiter Gunda Riehl, Vierlande Prison Subject:Survival.
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Video play...
The woman filling the screen looks worn, attritioned down by the pressure of hard days and cold, worn life support systems.
“'I don't know who you are, old man."
"But you're curious. I know not to question - I work alongside a set of curious old men. They tell you the straight and narrow about yourself you don't want to take to skin."
"It'll be all over the media, soon enough, once the Military lifts the coverage ban and they know which way to slice it."
"There's a prison, behind a dark planet, under a stark sun. A hard sun; iron light, you see. White-hot burning like the whites of a scared eye. In the shadow of that cool, cold world, lies that prison, plated in armour thick enough to bury a yell. You see, we're independents. Not of location, but spirit. The Syndicates are a gaggle of civillians, no uniform, no cause to stand for, who just didn't want the slice. Wouldn't sit quietly when they tore our lives away from our great-great-grandskeletons. Now we're the fools who won't sit down and take it; won't raise a flag, won't grab a serial'd rifle, won't take the cannonic fookin' acceptability of Heinrich's right teat. But the warmongers kill us over and over and there might not be any real brotherhood left in this septic pit we call Sirius. Not when brave men take a swig and a pill, and scream the ra-ra for the generalisimos, the tyrantosaurs. "
"So we couldn't take the certainty that the box was built to shut us up, lock us away. Judicial murder's against the Rheinish constiution - you know that? A lil' something the Unions slipped in, one time, back in the days of dreams. See, lifetime incarceration's real expensive, so that prison happened to come with a few lil' bugs-of-intention that would snuff out the forgotten ones once they slipped out of legal remiss. We couldn't do it ourselves, so we swaddled ourselves up in flags - grabbed those who were once brothers, cain and able hugging and kissing in front of the bloody dinosaur."
"See, this story's like that, but it plays out more as Romulus and Remus. 'Cept Romulus is a bunch of common folk like you or I roleplaying Caligula when they think they're Caesar, they're more of a cesarian, whilst there's this third puppet master that likes to style itself on the old, cold, Sol-War dip-dye."
"And Remus? Hell, Remus has to die. Remus has to die because he sees his brothers as something to respect, to love, to cherish. Remus cherishes himself."
"Self-respect is a dangerous thing. It got near one hundred thousand good Unioners killed on what they thought was the day of healing."
"I know what you're going to try for, old man."
"I've heard that tone."
"I won't disrespect you by guessing more than I know. You're against those who've corrupted what you'd like to call home but is nothing alike you, but you want to cut your own swathe, right? 'Cept if you were a flag-waving man, you'd be with the Commonwealth of House Debauchery, or the Separatists. But you're speaking with your gut and not someone else's teleprompter."
"We just... survive. Live, and if we can't quite stretch that, we endure, because that's the close second that gives you a shot at living again. We're honest folks - as honest as you can be in the underworld. It's just what we are, now."
"We can't.... we won't... give out handouts any longer. If you want our help, you're gonna' have to run with us, sign the bond, work inside the syndicates. Our ribs are missing and our heart is as naked as it can be."
"You want our help? Help us, help you, help all of us. Help our constitution survive."
"You want to prove you're on the side of history? That your gut's right?"
"That's the truth that's gotta' come from you, captain."
The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Esprit wings.
Transmission Complete
Scrambling access point...
Decompiling neuratrace... Signal lost.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Let me guess, you've allied with Red Hessians, and got blowed by them at Vierlande prison? By the way, it looks like your transmitting from there, young woman, so I assume that your people captured it successfully, but suffered great coast..
Anyway, it seems Unioners aren't so open as I thought, your people, it seems, doesn't "give out handouts any longer" as you don't trust me, and I can understand. Not everyday, your getting allied with some powerful and.. well, strong unlawful faction then betrayed some hours after.
For now, I can offer my supplier, a transport captain called "David Mellark" on Serenity "Rising.Sun". He's the best if you want to some supplies, and dear, it is up to you if you want supplier to database of them or not, if you don't want, I don't think we can help you for now. We want to stay out of House controlled space because we want to avoid getting slapped by LSF themselves in Rheinland space or some Border Worlds. I will hint that we are somewhere in Taus, trying to get some intelligence data.
When the time comes right, we can help you as Independent Capital Vessel in Rheinland Space, but for now, we want to stay out, and please, understand us.
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.
G.Riehl
Incoming Transmission
Wedel Unioners Albedo Wings
To: Constitution. From:Arbeiter Gunda Riehl, Vierlande Prison Subject:Survival.
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She seems to respect the Libertonian's intentions.
“Alright, you don't talk dishonestly. You havn't tried to sell me on a cause yet. You've got my guard down."
"You're not the first Libertonian liberated that we're tried to bail when the heat rose. We've been.... jaded... We've been sliced up, by men who tried to waggle the eagle. Jackhole cut-strutters like Jonathan Kalh, the Sepp's... It's a sing-song that won't stop refraining."
"If you can get supplies to Heisemburg Research Station, Cologne, we can move from there. We're in need of medical supplies; everything from triage kits to anti-rad drugs, five thousand units. If you can get those to us, we'll give you the benefit of believing that a busted clock doesn't ring the doom of the rest of us."
The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Esprit wings.
Transmission Complete
Scrambling access point...
Decompiling neuratrace... Signal lost.
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.
G.Riehl
Incoming Transmission
Wedel Unioners Albedo Wings
To: Constitution. From:Arbeiter Gunda Riehl, Vierlande Prison Subject:Survival.
Unpacking videofile...
Scanning for malware...
Linking attachments...
Video play...
Gunda smiles, briefly, for the first time since the communication started.
“Arbeiters. We're just Arbeiters. Friends, you there, all works well enough for us. Don't worry, we're in deep with the harbourmaster."
"Thanks for doing as you do."
The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Esprit wings.
Transmission Complete
Scrambling access point...
Decompiling neuratrace... Signal lost.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)