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The Syndicate Leagues · (This post was last modified: 04-27-2019, 02:19 PM by The Syndicate Leagues.)

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Arbeiter Frank, 'Frankie' Klein

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Unionised Peoples of Syndicalist Advocacy

To: The Coalition. Unfocused. Anybody listening in.
From: Cell-representative Frank 'Frankie' Klein, Vierlande Prison.
Subject: Let's slow down with the Agitprop, pal'.

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"We did not transmit that broadcast to the Coalition and the Hessians, not because we fear debate. Nah'."

We did so to safeguard Coalition civilians who can be prosecuted for reading this transmission. If a Coalition civilian on the outskirts of New Hong Kong, suffering inside a fallout shelter, read this transmission, their family would be abducted by the Ministry of Truth. They would be subject to re-education for consuming and disseminating ‘subversive political beliefs’. They would be blacklisted within Coalition rationing – simply for reading the mail."

"Now ain't that a rum thing?"

"We, we Unioners, along with anybody who's got a bit of grey between the ears, believe that you do not shoot the slave for the crimes of the master. The master will always put his underlings between him and the rifle. That is what monsters do. It's also what the CEOs do. Tell us, party member. You dress like a CEO. You speak like you have had rhetorical training - like an Alliance politician. How are you any different from them? How are you, with your suede lined collar and your designer spectacles, different from them, eh? Not much, from where I'm sat."

"Notice how no Coalition civilian responds to this transmission. No proletarian worker that they claim to be working for. Instead, you see a man in Manhattan dress suit, Armani, or Klondike-and-Rich, perhaps – a high level party member, maybe – who has access to all of the smuggled-in luxuries of the Monopolist worlds. You don’t see the views of a labourer in a collective farm, or a salvage extractor on Rugen, in his party-issued EVA suit, vintage seven previous users, all deceased. No. They are not permitted to be exposed to differences of opinion. You can't argue if the chicken crossed the trade lane at the designated crossing point or not before the tractor runs over the jester, so to speak."

You see, the coalition does not want you to think for yourself. That is what the party is for. The party controls every aspect of your lives. You live for the party. You will die when the party desires you to die. Every element of their society is a pecking order. Their so-called military trains with live ammunition. They literally shoot their least proficient conscripts. Their Political apparatus is operated by a series of coups wherin whoever has the most hard-power gains the politburo. They have elections, yes. Elections where the Party wins one hundred percent of the vote. Perhaps one hundred and twenty percent, if they wish to inflate their population numbers after a famine.

Debate is enshrined into the articles of Union. The Coalition knows this – they debated with us for decades, before they decided that they did not take to the ideals and alternatives presented before them by their Syndicalist comrades, and tried to wipe us all out without a declaration of war. This is a war crime under the Yanagi convention – but, you see, they consider themselves unbound by these little traits called International Norms that the rest of the Alliance follows. We do not claim that the Union is stainless. No. We have committed terrible acts. It is a hard, and difficult life, to represent the cause of the working class within the House Worlds, instead of hiding away at the bottom of the Barrier in our dress suits, sipping distilled potato juice on Zhukovsky. The head of the Coalition military is a madman who clads the intestines of his enemies over his strike craft. The Premier is a figurehead with an absurd, fluffy hat. It's all big, shiny medals and putting on a show. They don't want you to think. They want machines, not people. And trust me, I'm a mechanic; you wanna' be a person, not a robot."

No. We are not afraid of direct action. But direct action is not to be committed for the sake of direct action. It is an act that must be done, hand in hand, with presenting a better alternative for the people. Yes; we have used chemical weapons on corporate overseers whilst their workers striked, to prevent the same overseers from using paramilitaries to violently disrupt the right to protest. However, we also fund Charites. We oppose the flow of Gallic narcotics into the Rhein, where the federal government of Rheinland actively intoxicates its citizens to hide its own failures. We even negotiate with our enemies.

Did you know that the Unioners managed to secure a seventeen credit per hour minimum wage for Kruger employees, in return for lifting direct action against them? The Hessians and the Coalition have only worsened the lives of those who simply choose to work, and not join them. Can you truly say that any of your accomplishments equal ensuring a family can feed their children, and pay for those children to head to higher education and become doctors, engineers, teachers, scientists?

Can you truly say that any of your conflicts over the rock, rubble and dust of the Omega edge worlds, can equal that achievement? We have changed hundred of millions of lives for the better over the seven centuries the Syndicalist movement has existed in Sirius. Can you earnestly say that your movement has secured concessions from the Monopolists, and an improvement of condition within the lives of the workers across Rheinland?

"You see, our cause can survive if people are fed, watered, clothed, and happy. The Unioners spent more time within the law than outside the law. We know how the system works, intimately. We know how to make it better. We have before, and we can do so again. Even today we make gains. We make gains despite you – gains that matter infinitely more to people’s lives than planets razed and space stations hulked; which seems to be the only metric by which the Coalition values itself."

"Even your greatest accomplishments – the freeing of the fifty-seven thousand prisoners of Vierlande; you could not have done so without us. It was our intelligence, our plans, our supplies which enabled the last children of the Von Rohe’s day uprising to work together, in unity, despite our differences, to achieve common goals."

"So... yeah, mister. What is it you people have actually done, mate?"

"All you could do, was poison the well. All you could do was stab us in the back - and you couldn’t even finish the job. Your one specialisation, Coalition, your one talent as a government, is treachery, and you couldn’t even betray us competently. Look at me - I'm alive. Still sitting here."

"We know why you are afraid of history. It's kinda' written into that suit of yours; It's because it will judge you - it won't find you innocent, either. History sees you as the relic that you are – a crime of Sol dragged kicking and screaming into the present day. It will see you as the poison pill that destroyed any chance for a united socialist front in Sirius. It will see you as a growing pain in human history that was eventually overcome. The destruction of the Party will see celebration on the streets."

"Your streets."

"Look, my friend. You have thirty five thousand Unioners detained against their will. All members of the Vierlande contingent, combat volenteers, and Undine survivors, who you have abducted under a flag of treachery. You don't have a high ground to urinate on us off."

"You will return them. Or we will kick you out of Rheinland that you have mistreated so poorly, and be the true socialist alternative that you so crave to emulate, just as we are, right now. Just as we have been in that History y'all really want to forget. We will do this, as we have done, with the will of the people. You have no idea how much aid and support we've got from all over Sirius, from people who would love to see your teeth kicked in, but just need a little push. For nothing in return. That's unity. That's what we have, that you do not."

"That’s the truth of it, comrade. You wish you could be half of what we are. Of course, you can’t say that on the comm channel, because then agents of the watchful eye would shoot you."

"We hope that the people of the twin planets of 江西 and Волгоград find the unity, courage, and solidarity, to overthrow the tyrants within the Kremlin, and to tear down the statues of the grey men who leave them all in shadow."

"Proximus Ardet Ucagleon. May we all find unity. In a Sirius without you in it."

"I'll raise a mug to that. So will everyone else here on hangar Six, patching up your battle damage. Proust."

You can't stop the truth. You can't stop the people. And you can't enforce conformity.
With love,
The movement you couldn't kill;
The Unioners.

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