I must inform you that I have just received a transmission.
A weird transmission. Someone ( I guess the same agent who contacted you since it has arrived form the same source ->trans source -1st )said : I have to consider myself dead.
*smiles*
I guess he wont use his Maquis boats against another Maqui- so I guess he will come out with his Royalist, or police vessels. Perfect. Finally we will know who runs the same interests...
again my Coalition comrades: watch for your steps carefully. As you may seem I already gathered too much spotlight from the agency. This is a danger against all real Maquis- to be gathered by s...
I must cower my movement now. If they have so high positioned Maquis in their pocket I don't know what else can come...let me guess: Battleships for Maquis purchased from Royalist cash, to eliminate other Maquis...
weird days I must tell you. Really Weird days.
So If i will not be able to talk to you again: remember my words, remember what I've told ya. Gallia is a place what can make you disappear on one of their prison ships in no-time.
I hope you will be able to survive or at least took as many vermins with you...
just kill a lot. and never forget to load your vessels with nuclear devices- probably you will be able to make a few of your attackers explode.
***Hack in progress***
***Source: Grenoble***
***Sender: Cagliostro, Grand Master, Brotherhood of Light***
***Designees: All Parties of the Masquerade***
Well, "de'Fumee",
I am curious as to just how you know these things about our brother Maquis? Have you sniffed his crotch like a dog in heat?
Your assumptions are ridiculous, and bordering on the absurd, M'sieur. I challenge you to provide a soupcon of proof.
I suppose you will wish to sniff my crotch next, mon ami?
Do your best. I will make my own assumptions as to the infallibility of your dog's nose.
Bon soir,
Cagilostro
<span style="font-family:Trebuchet Ms">Brotherhood of Light ~ Grenoble ~ Belfast
It seems that another clown has joined the other 2 in their pathetic crusade aganist one real maquisard and his boys. How pathetic.
But at this moment Im not sure how they received all of my transmissions. If it were not you -the Coalition- (what we beleive at the moment since our coding is the highest rate what money can buy, and noone looked into them from even my own crew) so if not the Coalition than I dont know who gave those informations to the agents of the royalist bloodlines... names, codes, everything. What the hack is happening here, since I msut tell you we gave the best firewalls in Gallia.
BUT it is terribly annoying I must tell you.
THere are 2 options:
1. You or your coalition technicians betrayed us and sent all of our transmissions directly to the royalist vermins and their pathetic low valued servants. I think you are not this type and I dont think that the Coalition want monarchy or idiot noble-bloodlines over Gallia, with tyrans and junker agents pretending to be Maquis.
2. Those vermins are not caring about anything, they are just ignoring our coding and...well Im confused. Its sad that their people are not even understand the higher rules-Im not sure you understand what I mean, but I highly suggest you:
stop all and every dealing with them or you will be counted to the supporters of the Royalists, since their agents are already on our neck, and they are not worriing about using our own maqui boats aganist us.
Again: I had enough of this pathetic behaviour of the royal vermins, their lover-boys and the slaves of their red-light-girls, and since my current ship seems to be corrupted by their filthy tricks (no matter that I did not ever landed with it on any non-maqui fortress), I will have to leave it beyond, filled with nuclear devices and a death-trap and a voluntier who is willing to sacrifice his life for a greater glory. We will show those pathetic and half-analfabet traitors (who sold their bases and lives to the royal freaks): we are eager to destroy or sacrifice anything just to make them realize: what are they become for now.
Mendel had a bad habit of appearing unnecessarily at times, uninvited, in order to state the bloody obvious. He seemed to enjoy it, though, taking a perverse pleasure in the experience.
"Alvin, old friend, can we trust those that fight with their own brethren and comrades and arms?
It appears they need strong, unified leadership, a popular front against the imperialists. Of course, I don't mean any of these bickering children, do I, Premier?
Mmm... Premier... sounds very... French..."
He smiled his evil smile. Everything he did, including smiling, taking a piss, reading the news, was done evilly. He couldn't help it, it was just his thing.
"I sent Vicenta, trust me, if anyone can figure out this Maquis mess, it is her. And I trust her to tell the Maquis openly and honestly our position on these things."
Katz adjusted his seat in his new office, picking up a cup of tea.
"I know she isn't the most diplomatic, but sometimes people need someone who is frank and honest dealing with them without all the... politics getting in the way..."
Katz smiled at his old friend and settled in to wait for her report.