I suppose you had a question for me after the exchange of niceties today. So, you are welcome to ask the questions - within reasonable limits, of course. In the meanwhile I'll grab my tea and crumpets.
Bonjour!
I'll be brief.
I realized Dublin's a crazy place and weird things happen all the time,but do tell me... [color=#000000]-Joel Coughed-
...why in the world did I end up on the wrong side of your guns?
I mean,your are the only one who did not insulted or tried to mock us.
However,next thing I know,your nicely colored red projectiles are burning through my hull.
You see,if I wanted to be on bad terms with the locals,I would have shot you right away.
Not that I do that,but you see my point,I hope.
And the thing with that miners there,well... let's just say they were crying for a beating...
Which yeah...I failed to deliver.
Anyways,I'm looking forward for your reply and maybe,just maybe we could work something out.
Just so we don't have to shoot at each other and all that gibberish.
Yours truly,Joel.
I appreciate the fact that you enjoyed those beautiful plasma balls. I adore them as well. But that's not the point. Once upon a time I paid a visit to Gallia. I can't deny that it's a beautiful place with some nice people. For example, general Du Lac appeared to be one of the most pleasant gentlemen I had luck to meet. Yet, I hadn't enjoyed people attempting to kill me using some random "You are a Sirian, maybe even a filthy Sirian" as an excuse for shooting me. For some reason they identified themselves as 'Unione Corse' and it left a bit of predjustice. One of friends of mine mentioned that it was a practical implementation of Gallic Crown's nationalistic ideology.
In the meanwhile, Miners Guild is irrelevant on the matter, but coming to my dear Bretonia to create some mess around don't make you look better for sure. I just wonder why had you expected a warm welcome?
The Unione Corse attacked you?
That means you met the wrong men,my dear.
Whoever those pilots were,they were not under my direct control.
And no,I didn't came to "Your Bretonia" to make a mess.
I came to make contacts and them miners just happened to be in the way.
But,if you insist,I can just return the favor and smite every single ship of your "organization" that comes in my sights.
Or,on the other hand,we can be...how to say so you can understand me...
Friends?Folks?Mates?Laddies?
My point is,we can score some profit if we work with together.
It's your call.
What do you say?
Dear Joel, enlighten me about the numbers of the Union Corse members who are not under your direct command, so we will have some statistics on the matter. Unfortunately, my sixth sense isn't mastered enough to find ten differences between your men and some random Gallic people.
The problem with your visit to Bretonia is simple - attention. You made quite a lot of noise, but at the same time both of us prefer to do our work without the respective authorities interference, as I suppose. While I couldn't care less about Independent Guild and I can even forget my personal grievance, I'll still prefer to remain pen-friends until you will come with something interesting enough.
In the meanwhile, if some of your pilots had recently discovered the nonexistant passage between Orkney and Edinburgh, I strictly recommend them not to use it anymore, since all the Gaian patrols there will be glad to excersize their right to ensure that no unhealthy attention will be drawn to that part of space.
Pen friends is good enough for me.
As for the people who shot you,give me some evidence and I'll make sure I talk to them.
I don't know who is not under my direct control,but I know who is.
Any ships with [UC] painted on the side of the ship are flown by my employees.
And about that nonexistant passage that doesn't exist...
Let's just say I'll make sure my boys keep thinking that is does not exist.
Au'revoir.