[Emetteur]:Captain Firmin Peutabouche Bonhomme [Localisation]:Non communiquée [Sujet]:Un premier contact [Priorité]: Importante [Classification]:Top secret [Chiffrement]:Maximum [Traducteur automatique]:Activé
Bonjour Messieurs de l’Ordre [Hello, gentlemen of the Order]
Allow me to introduce myself: Captain Firmin P. Bonhomme. I once held a commission under the Council; I now serve the Gallic Union. You may well be wondering why a Gallic captain is suddenly reaching out to you.
I know a little of your organization and of your campaign against a genocidal infiltrating alien race, mostly through dockside chatter and persistent rumours carried by the ever-growing stream of traders visiting Gallia.
A few days ago, we were alerted by the GNI to the movement of a so-called Royalist fleet. At first, it seemed routine. It was not… oh non [oh no]. They had raised the royal flag, yes, but their technologie [technology] was something else entirely.
Never in my putain de carrière [in my fucking career] have I faced such a threat. Even now, I cannot quite shake that putain d’ [fucking] otherworldly feeling that clung to them.
Their ships resembled the Valor-class in silhouette, but they were far sturdier. Armoured like des bâtards tenaces [stubborn bastards] and fitted with weapons deadlier than ma belle-mêre [my stepmother].
They appeared near the Orkney jump hole in Languedoc and made for Provence. I doubt Provence was their true destination. We may never know, because we destroyed the entire force deliberately rather than attempt boarding actions. They were on a trajectory that would have taken them across civilian installations, and against those weapons the loss of civilian life would have been inéluctable [unavoidable].
Under normal circumstances, I would have filed my report and let the proper channels handle what followed. But my distrust of the nobility, and of their lingering presence within the GNI and the Navy, leaves me with only one reasonable option. I am told that only you can deal with what I am about to say.
During the destruction of the RNS-Vitrolles, my group was the closest on-scene. We managed to snag what looked like valuable salvage. Or so I thought.
I have already lost one man to madness simply from guarding those crates. Since then, crew members have reported vivid dreams, oppressive nightmares, and waking hallucinations that leave them pale and shaking. I connected the dots and recalled the stories, old ones, the kind sailors tell in low voices, about groups trying to get rid of those connards [fuckers].
This cargo mattered to the fleet masquerading as Royalists. I believe you call them Nomads… or “infected”… J’en sais foutre rien [I have no fucking clue]. All I know is this: it should serve your cause far more than it would serve as ash drifting in space, or as a curiosity locked in some GNI vault for “experts” and ex-nobles to poke at.
I want that merde [shit] out of Gallia. Putain [fuck]!
Tell me how, when, and where you wish to arrange a handover. I can dispatch a ship to a border system without raising too much suspicion, provided the meeting is kept discreet and the procedures are clear.
Captain Bonhomme, we received your transmission ...
Allow me to introduce myself, Callsign "Mhiao", agent of the Eclipse Vanguard, I vaguely heard rumors about a infected Royalist fleet, but I didn't believe it until i received your transmission, and let me say you knocked on the right door by contacting us !
It was risky of you to take those equipements without proper containment crates, but what is done is done, hoping your men will get well soon ... we will gladly take away those "merdes"[shit] in your possessions, our specialists will handle the rest.
As for the meetup, i suggest Tau-37, specific grid location will be transmitted later on via crypted channel, as for the date, at your convenience, the sooner the better for the sake of your crew sanity ...
Awaiting your reply, until then, Captain Bonhomme, safe skies ...
[Emetteur]:Captain Firmin Peutabouche Bonhomme [Localisation]:Non communiquée [Sujet]:Un premier contact [Priorité]: Importante [Classification]:Top secret [Chiffrement]:Maximum [Traducteur automatique]:Activé
Bonjour, Agent “Mhiao” [Hello, Agent “Mhiao”]
Parfait! [Perfect!] So my gut feeling was right. For un moment [a moment], I feared that a message [message] sent au pifomètre [as a shot in the dark] would lead nowhere. In that case, I would have had little choice but to éparpiller cette merde façon puzzle [nuke that shit].
Now then. Tau-37, you say… Hm. That means any convoy would have to cross the contested Tau-23. C’est un terrain miné [it’s a minefield].
I will try to arrange something on my end. In the meantime, let me know où et quand [when and where] you want this meeting to take place.
For the Date, in 2 days the 16/02/836, would be fine, I will personally come and accompagnied by a fighter, RV at the Freeport 10, if that's alright for you, let me know, and i'll preparing my crew's ship and the fighter.
See you soon Captain
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