*appears to be laughing so hard he can barely stand. After a short while Achille recovers, flourishing his cape*
"...ah you fools, life would truly lose it's flavour without you..."
*smirks, then apparently adopts a tone of the deepest solemnity*
"...It's a pity pity that most of you incorrigible harlequins will be dead in twenty-four hours, but ah, such is life."
"Oh and I'll feel free to amuse myself as much as I wish within this exquisitely open channel. Never before have I encountered such an absolute selection of respectable, well-reasoned, none-violent personages as those true and absolute Zoners who appear to find this little... peacekeeping venture..." *appears to be giggling* "...Somewhat untoward. Oh well, If it's any recompense, I'll place a decorative bouquet on all of your gravestones. Perhaps it will make the manner of your self-chosen demise seem more "brave", or, dare I utter it; "heroic" even? I'm sure your grandchildren will bawl in your memory."
***Collapses into mirth, before mumbling on the floor:***
"Oh, and..." *Chuckle* "...Corsair, you might wish to speak slightly louder, oui? It appears that these inferiors haven't truly appreciated the..." *giggle* "...'Moral weight' of your transmission, shall we call it? Perhaps a Siege Fleet up the posterior will settle that for them. Or maybe several".
"Slay them all my friends, slay them all".
---logs closed---
****Transmission out****
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)