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Xu motioned for her to sit on the bloodstained chair.

"Seems I beat some sense into you."

He sat on the edge of the table once more.

"Corsairs are imperialistic. Not content with the dustball they are on, they spread out like cockroaches with their eyes set as far north as Honshu, as far East as Dublin and encompassing most of Bretonia and Rheinland. They will not stop there, oh no. Like all Empires, it will not see a border as a permanent fixture."

He picked up a stack of papers.

"They need to be put in their place. Next question: The Mollys are friendly with the Coalition. We support them and they allow us to use their bases. What if you find a Molly taxing a miner in Dublin? What if they're outside Dublin, what then?"

Masha sat as instructed and listened to Xu's questions. The throbbing in her skull had dulled a bit, but she sensed more to come. The Molly question was difficult, but not impossible. Biach sat perfectly still, keeping her eyes upon her favored spot as she spoke.

"Da, Comrade Commisar..." Masha felt the blood now course down her tunic... it's progress unchecked.

"We do support the Mollies, yes... but our presence in both situations does alter things a bit. We must always remember to behave as if civilian eyes are upon us. In this situation, the Mollies, within their own borders are acting in accordance with their own internal codes. We do not involve ourselves. However, outside of their area of "influence" it becomes a bit more complex. In both cases they are taxing miners. Assuming they are taxing the only mined commodity that they have sway over, gold... the situation is wholly internal. Even outside of Dublin. However, a quiet word to the Molly may be in order, outside of Dublin, Comrade Commisar" Masha concluded, noticing Xu's arm twitch. She braced herself and awaited his next directive.

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