Infiltrating the annexation - stage I - planning.

[Nika]

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Commitment to these Zoners is not really the case. Not now, at least. - De Belmond tilted her head, picking up the cup and taking a small sip of it. The hot drink left behind a pleasant warmth, and a bitter aftertaste - no one seemed to bother to put in some sugar.
It's not that it would be polite of a guest to complain about such irrelevant things. Newly minted capitaine puts the cup aside, quietly exhaling. - It is about giving another blow to the Bretonians, one that will seal their downfall. Undoubtedly, we will have to work together with the local resistance cells. Not to mention that my initial attempts to gather some information around the planet revealed various corsair inter-factions greatly aligned to this precious world. Assigning them to assist us in resolving this issue might as well come in handy.

The young officer pondered for a while, keeping the room perfectly silent - taking into consideration the story just told; being another despicable exemplar of humanity's commitment to the sin of greed, consumer attitude to something they've grown with their own hands - only to brutally ravage, putting their own efforts in vain, murdering their own kind just because of the far-fetched differences.

Desperation. Greed. Fake accusations of being a terrorist's nest - is what plaguing that precious, peaceful world, now flooded with barbarians of all kinds, feasting on it's riches and disposing of those opposing them. Should these Zoners prove themselves valuable - we should leave Gran Canaria in it's initial state - friendly, but independent.

The Zoners, on the contrary to Bretonia, have showed a certain degree of will to cooperate, to preserve the independence of their home, to protect what is valuable to them. Capitaine smiled, tilted her head, quickly returning to her serious attitude. There was no place for emotions on this briefing.

Parallels are obvious. Bretonia have never hand-fed Gran Canaria to raise it into something, with only a handful of Bretonian colonies present planetside. It have never belonged to them as a whole, and housed plenty of different people on it's surface, that managed to live in peace, without infighting. It was a peaceful world, protected with the might of the Corsairs from any outstanding threats.

The hologram have changed it's shape, showing planet Gran Canaria's image floating above the conference room table while De Belmond quickly tapped the screen of her datapad, sending a word to her zoner acquaintance. He was granted permission to face de Chanteloup, his presence, to an extent, was demanded and necessary.

No one is allowed to turn their safe haven into an incantation of pure chaos. We are to stand against the tyrants, desperate in their hour of doom, feasting on the innocent. There we go... - she mumbled the end of the phrase to herself, putting the datapad aside.
It should not be long until monsieur Voncloud's arrival. We might as well enjoy our coffee while we wait.

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Peace, being the distant dream it is, comes inevitably, and goes hand in hand with justice.
Cursed be the war.

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