To: The Professorship of the Lane Hackers: Subject: Downfall.

[The Syndicate Leagues]

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To: The Lane Hacker Professorship.
From: Acting-Arbeitsdirektor Solomon Weiss.

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A pleasure to make your aquaintence, Professor. I've heard enough about you to make me impressed from my pre-office brief.

I’m Solomon Weiss, formerly of the Weiss clan of the LWB funding body. Hansel Garen is dead - not that y'all had much direct contact with him - the man was a recluse at best. He's been assassinated.

I'll give you the situation. Harmony has fortified the entirity of the Bering central zone with modular fortified structures that we gave them the materials to build. They have a top-of-the-line warship that we helped them re-engineer. If they betray us, we're corpsed. You might get away with it - we won't. We'll have Hellfire staging from damn modular insallations inside Bering itself. We'll be doomed.

I propose we make some serious hard contingency planning. If Harmony is about to betray every cause they claimed to believe in, the Unioners need a means to survive, and the Lane Hackers need a way of ensuring our collective toys don't rock up into the Hellfire Legion's armada.

The Unioners are enfeebled by the intake of LWB refugees such as myself. Dissent is high. If Knight decides to cull us, then everyone on Pacifica is going to die, as are all the LWB refugees presently squatting out there.


I will put a bullet between that whore's eyes if she sells us out to the tin soldiers. But we don't need to wait for the blade.


I propose immediate joint strikes against the Legion using every dirty trick in the book. All the electromagnetic pulse warheads we stockpiled for use against the gate? They're getting rammed up the Legion's arse. We'll stick our boys in their own ships and ram them down their throat, we'll drop MOX fuel dumps in Texas and extend our operatin' range to Kansas, we'll co-ordinate with the Junkers to screw them over by layin' out deep-field repair depots, we'll lay mines over their patrol patterns. I more than propose - I'm going to lay down the order. You can come along if you want to as we've all got nothing to lose.

Time to silence the dogs. This isn't an eye for an eye anymore. They think they can play Judas? They're gonna' get strung from a tree.

Transmission Ended

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