To: Das Wilde. They who sacrificed under the banner of Niemann.

[The Syndicate Leagues]

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To: The Wilde.
From: Like minds. Alike histories.
Subject: Destiny.

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During the Great War, you stood by Neimann. You fought to the end for a cause greater than yourselves. Now the universe vilifies you.

We honour your sacrifice, of you, and your brothers. Your people did not endure the mantle of the hopes of the many just to be ground into ash, littering the cosmic dark.

You believed in Rheinland. Politics and pulpits aside. But the linden never bloomed for you. Its roots strayed away. Drew from a darker stream.


What if we could reforge a Rheinland, that would finally welcome its lost children home? Soldiers and citizens workers alike?

We await you, our outcast brothers. We will never leave you behind.

Regards,
The future.

Transmission Ended

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"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
"I of the Liga,  do not fold"
"For suits or saints or beggar's gold.
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Curious words from a curious man. Or at least, I presume you are.

While I personally enjoy being flattered, I fear that we would need more to work with other than a vague statement clad in flowery prose. Give me a name. Who are you, what are your intentions and why would you want to bring about this 'vision' of yours. I presume you know who you are talking to.

By all means, please elaborate.

[The Syndicate Leagues]

Incoming Transmission

To: The Wilde.
From: Like minds. Alike histories.
Subject: Destiny.

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We are Oz. If you wish to see the man behind the curtain, it will require mutual trust. We will go slow. The brightest of flowers germinate from the smallest of seeds.


It is our belief that the purges that immediately followed the Nomad War, were politically motivated purges mimicking the expulsion of the National Trade Unions directly following the Eighty Years War, removed with the fall of the Kaiser. Since the new regime had everything to gain by branding every single officer of the Honshu battlegroup as subverted aliens, and thus, persona-non-grata, they needed little licence to subject all that arrayed against them to summary execution at all levels of the military-political-economic apparatus.

Outcasts alike know their own kind. We are a part of the Rheinlandic diaspora just as you are. Known to each other as Unioners, we stand for the restoration of what was once lost. This includes the restoration… of you.

Rheinland’s lost children must inevitably come home. We find it all too convenient that Bundschuh, the same globalists who betrayed us in the early years, collaborate with the Order to lead to your own destruction. Globalists do not tolerate outsiders, or those who view the universe alternatively to them.

Ultimately, it matters little if what they preach about you is true, or not. What matters is that you were not given adequate advocacy, that you were ground under the cosmic boot. Therin lies the great sin.

We propose a... covert... understanding. An exchange of information and intelligence where it is best deemed pragmatic. All of Rheinland's children deserve her bounty of fruit, not just those favoured by the men holding the pens.

Regards,
The future.

Transmission Ended

[The Syndicate Leagues]

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