To: The Unione Corse (UC~) From: Orbital Spa and Cruise (OS&C|)

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INCOMING TRANSMISSION

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RECIPIENT: OS&C James Blackwoods & GSB]- Gallic Security Bureau
SENDER: Pierre Alard, Principal
LOCATION: =~- Unkown =~-
ENCRYPTION: Low
SUBJECT: The incident

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As the transmission is received, it appears in front of you a Gallic blonde hair man, With an eye patch on his right eye. He wears formal clothing and is sitting on a black office chair. Then he speaks.


Oh, Mon Ami James Blackwood! Good to hear from you.

Funny thing you mention that we need you, In a matter of fact we don't. We have gathered valuable allies, and it took me a while until I heard that your faction chairman is a junker. You know, with my personal experience, there is no business to deal with Junkers. We have encountered too many of them in Tau-37, making the route to Malta to sniff some of that Cardamine. I like that you didn't try to hide you sell the drugs I have mentioned inside your planet, which proves that you are bunch of crack heads.

Maybe I should share this Comm to my government how you disgusting beings call our house a hell hole! I think it best you remain shut, Cause your organization is lead by an unprofessional individual. It is amusing that you didn't even deny in your reply that your organization is selling drugs. We have done a great duty to keep such addicts away from Gallia, and we shall do so, and you have the nerve even to demand payment?! But more importantly, you have insulted Planet Marseille, Home of over 1.5 billion Gallic citizens, and you dear gloat on their death even. That won't go unnoticeable mark my words.





After Pierre's speech, he takes a sip from his glass of wine, he presses a button, soon the screen flickers, and his hologram disappears.

P.Alard

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