Source: \CS\-Ironwatsas
Dest: Bretonian Parliment, Ministry of Defence, Queen Carina I
Subject: Kusari Conflict, Strategic Alliance
As you presumably already know, I am Ironwatsas, Overwatch-Industrialist of the Transhuman arm of the Consortium forces in Sirius. And I am here to address the ongoing conflict in the >Tau< region with the -Kusari- biotic structure. The afformentioned entity is scheduled to be replaced with a Consortium friendly regime, and it's current conflict with Bretonia is both a Catalyst and Oppurtunity for a forced regime change and 'Social Restructuring' of it's government and population.
The current hostilities have distracted the -Kusari- military componant allowing our operation with near impunity, however, it's invasion into Bretonian space is cause for alarm. They cannot be allowed to win on any front. As well, the Colonial Government's intervention is also cause for Concern, as is their restriction on Freedom of Navigation and support of entities we consider 'Non-beneficial' to our operations.
It is high time we consolidated our alliance, treaties, mutual supply and assistance pacts, and plan for the eventual replacement of the Kusari structure. With your permission, I intend to dispatch an Abassador and a diplomatic Envoy to New London to discuss the terms and facilitate direct communications with your 'Ministry of Defense' and 'Parliment.'
As well, we will need to discuss co-ordinated Military operations and supply treaties. While our Tactical units are too distant and numerically inferior to engage the Kusari Military in the Taus itself, we have near free reign inside Kusari proper due to our strategic alliance with it's Revolutionary factions, the Blood Dragons and Golden Chrysanthemums, and the Incapability of it's civilian population and police forces to defend themselves against an organized threat.
However, one thing we are still lacking is the kind of heavy industry nessescary to expand our fleet and operations, something which Bretonia is well skilled in. Due to several large construction projects we have planned, we will have to look into supply treaties and possible use of Bretonian facilities to manufacture our war devices. As well as the ability to displace supply convoys in both directions through the Taus in spite of the Kusari presance.
We await your word to assemble and dispatch an Ambassadoriat and commence further communications, as well as ascertain the needs of mutual supply protocols. We have a list of things we would require from Bretonia.
--Incoming Transmission--
[CommID: Foreign and Colonial Office]
[To: Consortium]
The Bretonian Government is willing to consider the opening of formal diplomatic relations with the Consortium. Whilst our current military and economic situation makes it difficult for us to promise you much in the way of aid, we will receive any ambassador you care to send to New London with a letter of accreditation from your governing body. If your ambassador presents himself at the Foreign and Colonial Office Building at Blenheim House in New Westminister, I shall officially present him before Her Majesty to open formal diplomatic talks with your organisation. I am sure that the Ministry of Defence will also spare an envoy to hold strategic military talks with your Ambassador upon his arrival, though in future please direct your transmissions to either the Admiralty, Foreign Office or relevent government department rather than to Her Majesty herself, as she is not in the habit of dealing with such queries personally, and we can capably handle such requests on her behalf.
Yours faithfully,
Charles Canning
9th Earl of Malmesbury
Foreign Secretary of Bretonia
Now... we are preparing an Ambassador now, and they should arrive within 48 hours, pending any unforseen delays. They shall arrive with the appropriate credentials to meet with your Queen and Ministry of Defense. We also understand your Queen is understandably busy, and will address our requests to the subordinates in the future.
Regarding supply policies, the matter works both ways. Further discussion is required, but there is nothing we nessiscarily need that we cannot aquire from other sources or forcibly commandeer from Kusari. However, we do have examples of advanced technology that may be of interest to the Bretonian military, as well as close access to H-fuel reserves.
On the fringes of the New London system, hidden by the Cumbra asteroid field, it approached. What was once a Prison Liner, heavily modified to suit the Consortium's needs. Effectively serving as an improvised carrier, the vessel was crammed full of strike craft and their crews, with no room for luxuries. The ships' hull was scarred with impacts from it's encounters with unfortunate KNF patrols as it had punched through the blockade, but asthetics meant nothing to the powers commanding it.
The spartan interior had absolutely no parts dedicated to asthetics. Cramped, hot, and miserable, this had little bearing on the ship's crew, who could not care less. The only one among them who had anything dedicated to looks was the chosen Ambassador, a middle-aged woman referred to by the codename 'Meudeverre'. She was dressed in the closest thing the Consortium considered 'formal attire', a clean and pressed military uniform. She and her aides moved to the hangar bay, to a small shuttlecraft which was parked amongst various fighters and bombers.
Few words were exchanged, an eerie lack of human speech as the crew and the robots they commanded preparred Meudeverre's shuttle for launch. The tiny, two seater ship had just enough room for herself, her bodyguard and servant (an ex-Corsair unfortunate enough to have challanged the Consortium and lost), and the equipment and supplies nessescary to fufill the task at hand.
With no cerimony more then the closing of the cockpit hatch and the activation of the launch sequance, the Liner's internal cranes moved the shuttle in position, and soon afterward launched it to space. The small craft then made a beeline toward the planet in the Distance, New London. Shadowed part of the way by Consortium escort drones, the final leg was made alone. The local traffic paid little heed to the small vessel, but the Bretonian defense patrols closed with the ship. The leader of the Templar wing was the first to speak.
"Attention incoming ship, this is Armed Forces Bravo-Four. You are entering New London airspace, state your identification."
The woman responded, her voice cold and emotionless. "This is Consortium Ambassador Seven-Dash-Three... we are expected."
"A'ight, hang on, let me check my schedule..." The Bretonian pilot paused for a few moments, checking his Neural net database. "...right, There 'we are. Took ya' blokes long 'nuff, you're clear to land, escorts will follow ye' in. Welcome to New London." The BAF pilot said somewhat cheerfully.
"Acknowlaged." Was the only response from the Shuttle.
The small ship turned and went into the planet's docking ring, sending a transmission to the Bretonian embassy as it did so...
You may call me... Meudeverre. I am the Embassy delegate dispatched by the Consortium to your... nation. My apoligies that our arrival was... delayed, due to unforseen Kusarian and... Colonial resistance.
We do not... care much for cerimony or celebration, and we must keep our meetings... quiet. There are presumably malefactors with eyes upon... the Bretonian government. Whomever is to greet us should be... dispatched now.