To: Pepe "El Commisario" Ladron

[Pepe]

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Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron, at Memoria's comm room

Hola, senor Almirante Grande Golanski.

I'm glad we are both ready to forget how our pilots like to shoot on each-other, for really no reason at all. We are having common enemies in Delta, both mucho dangerous and it was about time to cut that el crap.

In my endless wisdom, I noticed Outcast infiltration to Core on time. They ain't standard Core pussies any more. Half of them are infected by ugly neon creatures (as always), others are just cloud-surfing on Cardamine all day and third half have skeletons inside!

We had no damage from Core since we lose Yaren, I must say it openly. But, I just got scared now. Delta sheltering a whole bunch of Outcasts and other Nomad-lovers! Not on my watch!

And I'm telling you this: I think they are keeping large number of Zoners as hostages. Maybe they are mind-controlled already, who can say? Caramba! Loco Zoners are calling me all day to tell me Core-Casts are nice and friendly dudes! With skeletons inside! Caramba! You and me, we know real Zoners, hermano. They have no real friends, just customers.

That base must burn, or it will shoot our ships soon, or even worse: spreading Nomad eggs or something.

*Pepe nods and reaches OFF button with his muscular finger. Button cracks a bit and thinks: "Wooow, what a macho".*

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