From: Darian Wynne To: Liberty Rogues Subject: Long overdue contact
To any Rogue who gives a damn,
No doubt, you've no bloody clue who the hell I am. Don't blame you either, not your business, you've better things to be doing than paying attention to whatever the hell is going on in the forsaken House of Bretonia.
So, allow me to introduce myself. The name is Darian Wynne, I am a Commander of the Republican Provisional Assembly. We exist as a unifying force for the various disparate groups of Mollys seeking to bring down the Crown and carve out our own little piece of the 'verse. We're also no friends of Liberty Gov to boot.
Which brings me to the why part of my contacting you. We like guns, we like your guns, in fact, we like your guns so much that we had to send a wing into the independent worlds recently to ensure the safety of our supply lines which are getting tighter by the day. Much to our surprise, we discovered a small fleet of Liberty Navy capital class vessels operating there, so we removed them.
I'm not asking for a thank you or any kind of pat on the back, I don't care about that. What I do care about, is that these slimy pompous crap for brains are increasing security on top of our smuggling routes and I'd rather not have to send more of my lads into your turf again without first establishing some kind of understanding.
Got any ideas why they're increasing a presence there? We're out of the loop when it comes to Liberty.
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Recipient: Darian Wynne of the Republican Provisional Assembly. Sender: Marcus Clark Subject: Contact Location: The Firestarter
Wynne.
Forgive my bluntness, but I only see a pair of Navy ships, a few numbers short of what most people tend to consider a fleet. Now, your supply lines are naturally your problem, and as you said we do have better things to be doing than paying attention to whatever it is that goes in Bretonia. That also goes for educating foreign terrorists about the political and strategic matters of our own House.
Now, Wynne, you strike me as someone smart enough to already know the rules regarding our turf, though in the interest of clarity, I'll explain them for you regardless. You leave your politics in Dublin, and you don't cause any trouble with any of our business partners, even if it leaves you in ideological agony to have to even look at them. At the end of the day, business is business and what happens once your people have bought the guns they want and they're back home is not our concern. As I said, your supply lines are yours to secure.
But like I said, I'm almost certain you already knew all of that. You claim you hold the rank of a commander, but yet the words spoken bring a politician to mind rather than a soldier. So in the interest of saving myself and yourself some time, I'll continue being blunt for the moment and I'll just ask that you cut straight to the chase and discuss what it truly is that's prompted this sudden establishment of communication.
From: Darian Wynne To: Liberty Rogues Subject: Playing Ball
Marcus,
I don't typically do blunt, blunt is for people without braincells.
The Free Dublin Shipping Company can't buy your guns if they can't make it to your bases and I'm tired of losing ships.
Usually I couldn't give a rats arse for your problems either, business is just business indeed. Yet the way things are going, thanks to the shakedown of your markets these past years, we may need to send in heavier escorts to the Independent Worlds. Your problems are becoming mine and I don't appreciate that.
Word has it, you Rogues got a hefty pair of bollocks. I want to remind the suits who they should fear around these parts and that shouldn't be us Mollys. So, any of you lot fancy a bit of teamwork?
We've Gold and Credits on offer, if that sweetens the deal.
"Since it seems we have a crown chamberman on our hands, you are now speaking to the pack leader."
"Seeing as you seem to have a corsair torpedo stuck up your ass, I'll return the courtesy of your complete lack of even the most basic of manners. A feat that requires a considerable lack of.. "brain cells" as you so eloquently worded it, adding a hefty dose of irony and a considerable degree of childishness to this whole ordeal."
"To the point then, and let me spell this out as clear as possible for you since you don't seem to understand how your initial approach came off thick with superiority."
"You come onto our turf, without prior communication or permission, tracking down a problem that is apparently ours, becoming yours, and demand an explanation from us as to what is going on without a very clear picture of what exactly it is that you wanted."
"When one of our independents by way of Clark comes in to get a clearer picture of the issue, you take offense due to something as silly as a conversation style not being your speed, and decide blatant insults children would throw in a schoolhouse to be a productive approach to this problem that is apparently so important you'd be willing to pay us to solve it."
"I'm sure you've figured out the error in the equation you've written."
"We don't care what problems you have. We don't care whether or not you buy our weapons. We don't care who the Navy fears. What the pigs think of us is not our concern, as a Molly of Dublin, I'm sure you well understand that position yourselves."
"As a terrible diplomat, and liar, as proven by your claim you know nothing of Liberty, while also /conveniently/ possessing the knowledge of our internal markets the moment you need to make a power play. You should've avoided the contradiction."
"As a commander, I would also think you would understand, that dedicating a task force all the way from Dublin to what appears to be Magellan, while the Corsairs are elbow deep in your rear after trashing the Hood, Is an incredible tactical oversight. Especially given that a simple communication likely could have cleared this up without the show of force that had the potential to spark a diplomatic incident."
"They who live in glass houses. And all that."
"So if this was just a thinly veiled and half-assed sugar coated attempt at demanding we do something you want us to do and threatening our allegedly flimsy economic position to do so. I suggest you stay in Bretonia for the foreseeable future. Sh*t like that doesn't fly here."
"If that is /not/ what you were trying to do. I'm offering you the chance to pull your pants back up, and start over from scratch. Clearly, and with manners I wouldn't expect from a pick this time."
From: Darian Wynne To: "Hemlocke" Subject: Made you look.
Thought that might get your attention,
It seems Bretonian humour is wasted here, so I'll dispose of that now.
A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Pack Leader. I don't do well with 'middle-men' who consider under-handed insults a form of communication, nor do you, so I'm glad we see eye-to-eye. Your reputation speaks for itself and I'd much rather address someone with actual influence worthy of respect. I'm no diplomat, I'm just a man who's had enough and is prepared to do something about it.
What is true is that we're having a hard time, I won't lie about that. The assets that we had to commit to the Independent Worlds also did not come from Dublin, the Crown and Corsairs have put a noose around our attempt at a Free State and are making it mighty hard for us to move around forces. Additionally, the Molly movement isn't as unified as we'd like it to be, we have several cells and organisations all across Bretonia working together attempting to break the proverbial chains.
The sharing of our recent foray into Magellan was done in an attempt to be forthright with you. I've no interest in getting into a turf war, we have enough of that with the Gaians and Corsairs as is, nor do we have any intentions of stealing something you could rightfully steal yourselves.
We're spread thin and are unable to address the growing security in and around Magellan, our strike against Liberty assets was done very much in the same manner as all of our attacks, in desperation. With the vast majority of our forces dedicated to breaking the blockade, I'm forced to throw myself at your feet and request assistance. Granted, something we should have done to begin with. That's a mistake I aim to rectify.
Of course, I'm not so blind to presume such assistance to be free.
You could just as well get a good laugh out of this, turn me down out of spite or to make a point given our actions.
Your call, Hemlocke. I'm just glad I had the chance to speak to you.
"As far as I'm concerned, Darian. Any who bear the pack's devil mark, are worthy of respect. You have given none, more importantly, outright and continuously disrespected Clark, as well as myself, whom apparently you were attempting to get the special undeserved attention of."
"You, I don't know you, "Commander" does not sound like the rank of a leader, thereby making you a middle man to a different shot caller, unless of course your fractured movement's state works very similarly to how the rogues of liberty function, then your title simply makes no sense."
"Yet herein lies yet another lie, though I suppose you could simply be utterly daft."
"You attempt to play this disrespect off as getting my attention, yet if you know who I am, you know what I do to people that play games with me, and if you were attempting to get my attention as you claim, then why was this an open-ended communication, instead of directed toward me specifically."
"In regards to a "good laugh", I don't think anyone found this little charade amusing. I certainly didn't."
"So this is what's going to happen."
"I'm going to pass your repugnant tongue back to Clark, if he's even interested in talking to you at this point, and he will decide what stance to take on this matter."
From: Darian Wynne To: Liberty Rogues Subject: We're still talking.
Hemlocke,
My wording was very specific, but apparently you're too concerned with trying to play hard-ass. So fine, I'll address your 'middle-man', as a 'middle-man' provided he wants to play ball.
Don't lie to me either, you do like games. It's all you play. This entire discourse has been nothing but, you cannot fool me. The fact we're still talking proves that and in what universe would I have gotten the attention of a 'big boss' like you directly? Come on.
Respect is earned. Clark and I have yet to earn one another's, you on the other hand at the very least had a reputation to draw from. One that you're souring, so please continue.
Clark,
You heard your matriarch, let's be adults shall we? If you've the gumption for it.
I wasn't lying when I said there's Gold and Credits. In fact, the only thing resembling a lie that's left my tongue in this entire affair is with regards to the amount of intelligence I have on Liberty and a soldier wouldn't reveal his entire hand, would he?
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