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This message is highly encrypted using syndicliga proprietary encryption cryptography through intranet-publicneralink drops and are functionally untracable if no sender address is given. Abuse of Intranet functionality commands community service punishments as listed in regulation five three seven gamma six. security is assumed. Any deliberate or otherwise location triangulation method successfully employed against anonymous transmissions will receive either a one billion credit reward or immediate incarceration dependent upon disclosure and motive. The revanchist council requests that Arbeiters do not squander valuable neuralnet bandwith on the consumption of CNS articles, adult content, or gambling, and advise that the relevant arbeiters employ public terminals for such use, rather than the secure line. Communal enforcement may differ between Reichsarbeitergesellschaft der Alsterian and Landwirtrechbewegung cells. Consult your admin for technical support or contact your resident Neural Technology Help Specialist at www.totallypacifica@notAHacker.net. The Union reminds Arbeiters that "trolling" is not an acceptable standard of political debate, unless aimed at capitalists, fascists, militarists, etc, who lack the neurological prerequisites to engage in such discourse. Southern Unioners are encouraged to remember that the average Unioner's literary age is roughly analogous to a twelve year old on PCP, and are encouraged to avoid engaging in difficult subjects, and are suggested to stick to familiar subjects, such as the market value of cardamine, bundschuh-based footwear puns, and the general terrible quality of life aboard wedel mining station.

Have a glorious day, Comrade user. - Unity, your resident Neuralnet VI.

G.Riehl

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To: Flight ops operations update, Grun squadron, Wedel Volenteers.
From: Grun Wingco', Vorarbeiter tacname 'Hellion'
Subject: Data for the direktorate's monkeys.

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Riehl waves. She's obviously dishevelled and has spent the last couple of you. Probably ejected out of something relatively recently.



"Hey, you know what's funny? Getting hit by your own mines before you scratch the paintwork. Hey, it happens. Important detail is that, one, I'm not dead thanks to the good old boys up in SAR, and two, we got our target transports. Trick is to keep throwing yourselves at the Hessians until you're as good as they are. So , we'll do that. Over and over. I didn't get here by being anything other than persistent; and I'll drag Grunwing through the grinder if that's what it takes. Make the best Hessian killers this side of hell."

She grins for the camera, borderline vivant, before falling back into silence.

"Alright then. First order of business is patrol reports. There's a whole bunch of Gaian folks sweeping contraband through our backwoods and they're bringing in the SIS with them. I've enclosed a couple of patrol reports that'll dust that little affair up and make it clearput. I'll attach the logs as soon as I can get the ball rolling on that. Next to that, there's planetform transports. They're flooding down the routes to Stuttgart, packed to the gizzards with fertilizer. We've been raiding them pretty effectively, but... mm. Calling it like you see it is like hoping a rockman's dice isn't packed with more magnatite than luck. Advise we ship this juicy can of worms off to the Gaians; probably the Nemesis sweettalkers. We might be able to can something tidy for it. The real-steel brow-twister is the Corsican blacksuits running hardcandy onto our ring. We've seen them waltzing in in..."

She appears to lose it for a moment. It's not anger or malice. It's confusion.

"...Frickin... Liners. There's thirty thousand Unioners sweating it out in a Gulag and elsewhere there's frickin' waterheroin blackflags running around in ritzy-glitzy gold plated billionare daylight in their own chartered Liners. Running fricking NOX."

"Doesn't matter that there's babies crawling over each other for water out in the stardust. We should have taken more than his damn money."

Right then, Riehl. Get a grip. You can hear the thoughts strobing through the subcutaneous little tensions around her eyes. Control.

She firewalls into it like the attack hadn't taken her. Calm. Calm, Riehl.

"Third on the agenda is getting more birds out of the barn and into the cosmic black."

"Oh, I grabbed something in Omega two. Base locations. Followed a Volvograd pebblebasher back to a tidy little piddler of a capitalistic enterprise. Bit off-point for those folks, but I won't stop the dog from learning how to chew his own ear off. The Hessian escort didn't decide on doing any actual talking during that one. Fortunately, it was a scan-and-scoot op'. No hairs harmed, no prangs. "

Ending on a high note. Tactful.

"Third on the agenda is getting more birds out of the barn and into the cosmic black."

"Arbeiter Flustiz is doing real hardshifts on Grun Three. He's a bonafide overthinker when it comes to throwing his weight around the rudder - aims well, but he's too sluggish on the turns and relies too much on just nuking the whole damn local area. He's going to irradiate his own asshole or get a black-eye from the Ordinance quartermaster if he doesn't lay off with the pyrotechnics. Niska's pulling her weight on two; good combat pilot material in there, although the old man claims to be somewhere pushing mid-fifty and pretends he hasn't done a day's sim' in the mark one Arbie', he flies like he's pulling two thousand hours. Apart from yesterday, when he got himself pranged. Sod's law and all that. If he keeps at it I might recommend he gets put in front of the vocational tribunal and put in a pair of fresher boots. Oberstarbeiter maybe. It's all up to him and how far he wants to push his wizening bone structure."

"Anyway, this dat-packet's a bit on the chunky side, so I'm going to upload it as individual image fragments. Tell the chief he can pull my logs if you need anything specific."

"Ardet Ucagleon Proximus. Gunn out. "

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Stuttgart Astrospace cutting intercorporate ore transports with the LWB-USL.
Activists =
G.Riehl (Grun 1). - Hamburg Unioners. Specific notes: None.
R.Stockhausen (Grun 2) - Loyalist LWB. Specific notes: None.


Cologne Astrospace intercepting Corse narcotics transports with the LWB-USL.
Activists =
G.Riehl (Grun 1). - Hamburg Unioners. Specific notes: None.
K.Niska(Grun 2) - Pacifica Unioners. Specific notes: Still claims that he can't fly the damn ship.
UN|KKS-Kraftwerk (Cell defense asset on lease from the FDY). Alteeiserneflottille) - Freeship. 15 Crew range. Specific notes: The Captain made a personal purchase of Nox from the supplier. Whilst the Unioners doesn't impose any laws over Unionised actors, the flight lead is noted to have kicked him in the balls afterwards.


Hamburg Astrospace interdicting a Planetform fertilizer bound for Suttgart.
Activists =
G.Riehl (Grun 1). - Hamburg Unioners. Specific notes: Got into a philosophical argument with the ship's captain. Also nearly rammed.
K.Niska(Grun 2) - Pacifica Unioners. Specific notes:Apologised to the captain for said philosophical argument.

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The birdclock croaked when it saw the sun, tethered to a spring.
G.Riehl.
Wedel's Remnants.

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