My name is Robert Surcouf. Our company and the people of the Dublin system, namely the Mollys, have always had good relationships in the past. I am coming to you today to re-propose a deal that we once had before the war in the Taus broke out.
I am the leader of a special task force of civilian fighters for the Gallic Crown, and I believe that we have one thing in common: Dislike of this war and dislike of how the Bretonians have treated the Mollys both in the past and currently on the battlefield. I have read the reports, as i'm sure you have seen, of the Bretonia Armed Forces openly firing upon Molly vessels... even prioritizing them over our own Gallic Royal Navy vessels. Strange, if you ask me.
This is why I propose that we strike up a business deal again, not the least of which will allow my group of pilots the docking rights to some of your bases and a continued friendship against the oppressive nature of the Bretonian Armed Forces thumb.
I eagerly await your reply as we sit at the table of diplomacy.
While we may not have met, I do remember the various Il De France ships coming to Dublin over the past few years to trade for our gold ore. I would say I'm surprised that we haven't seen much of your company lately, but we both know better. We have seen the pitched battles between the Gallic Navy and the Bretonian Armed Forces. You told us it was coming, and we watched the GRN strike forces roll through the Taus and Edinburgh.
As for a deal, one is possible. Send a few of your trade ships our way and we'll load you up with gold just like old times. As for the BAF targeting us over GRN, it's not that unusual. During their war with Kusari we'd join with them occasionally to help push out the KNF, but the bloody baffers would target us instead of the Kusari. They might act like they're proper tea times and snobs, and they are, but otherwise they're not too bright.
Over time we've had some mercenaries and freelancers end up here from Gallia. A few of them have been engineers and mechanics and they've worked with their Molly counterparts in maintaining or modifying the engnes and fuel systems. You might be surprised at our ability to fuel and repair your house's ships and arms.
I'm sending one of my staff, Carrie Duncan to the IMG Dounby station in Orkney. She'll be there for 72 hours if you're wanting to get together for a face to face meeting. She'll be in the bar performing music and song.
It has been too long, Governor Moore, since we have spoken. I have a matter of great importance to beseech of you, as we have been business partners for several years I presume you would be the best one to speak to about a certain problem we have been having as of late. Your expertise in...explosives... may come in handy.
Mr. Pomeroy wants to call upon that favor from the [M]ollys of Dublin. That day is now.
Very good to hear from you. I had planned on contacting you today regarding another matter. That the the subject matter for both of us leads towards explosives, I will have one of our operatives head your way. Gerard is fluent in the Gaul language and is one of our best explosive masters trained under the Professor. I'll have him packed and on his way to Seychelles by morning.
We have a special project ourselves involving a compound mixture the Professor has developed. We will be requiring 20 Cryo Cubes and 100 units of Promethene. The Professor requires the cryo cubes for their coolant properties and the promethene for their volatility.
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The young man's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Seychelles, before returning to normal. His voice sounds agitated
I regret to inform you I will have to re-direct your Professor to Indochine Outpost in Tau-23. I am sure you are familiar with it, as it used to be a Bretonian base before we took it over. Seychelles Outpost was destroyed by Saboteurs, a certain reason we will be requiring your man's knowledge in explosive-building. I will dispatch a shuttle immediately with your Crycubes and Promethene. May I find solace in the fact that, at the very least, you plan to bomb some unwitting tea-drinking bastards with it.