To: Doc Holliday||From: An old Friend.

[Madvillain]

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Señor John Holliday!

How many years has it been?
I hope those years have treated you well!
You must be surprised, no?

Ever since I had to leave the Corsair Empire due to... political forces gathering around me, I have kept quiet.
Do you know how difficult it is for a hombre such as myself to stay quiet?
I can tell you, it was not easy.

Instead of sulking on the dark side of some moon that humanity forgot, I decided to put my time away from the council of elders to good use.
I have traveled Sirius, I have seen the mountains of Planet New Tokyo, drank an espresso on Java Station, I have eaten a Durum Kebab on Planet New Berlin that was as big as my head, and I've dipped my toes in the endless tropical ocean of Planet Curacao. Life has been... interesting, to say the least.

But, Doc, as you well know, a man cannot live on curiosity and adventure alone. There comes a time when one must return to their roots, to confront the past. And that time, my old friend, has arrived.

The Corsair Empire has weakened, and under my good friend Gutierrez's leadership the Brotherhood, once a symbol of strength, is now a shadow of its former glory. My absence has only served to expose the cracks in our once-proud society. There are those who believed I would never return. Perhaps they thought they had seen the last of me. But, as you and I both know, the Brotherhood is never truly gone, it simply lies dormant, waiting for the right moment to rise again.

I do not blame Gutierrez. He is a great and wise man, the most loyal right hand I have ever had, but I had to abandon him, an act that I wish to undo. That decision, forced upon me by the ever-encroaching enemies within my own ranks, is one I regret deeply. Now, I seek to return to the Brotherhood, not just as a shadow of what I once was, but as the man who will restore it to the greatness it deserves. Together, Cesar and I will rebuild what has been lost.

I seek your assistance, Doc. I need refuge in Omicron Theta, close enough to the heart of the empire but far enough to remain unseen by the enemies that still linger in the shadows of my past. A place where I can plan my next steps without fear of a knife in the back. But once I have found that refuge, once I am secure in your protection, I will need more from you. You have always had a way with people, Doc, an understanding of how to mediate the deepest of conflicts.

The situation between César and me will not be easy to navigate, but with your help, we can avoid bloodshed. I need you to broker a peace, to guide us through the tensions that are sure to arise as I return to the fold. You know better than anyone how fragile the balance of power can be among us Corsairs. Help me, and I will be in a position to offer you my support in ways that only a Corsair Elder can. I understand the delicate balance between our peoples, and should I return to my rightful place, I will ensure that our mutual interests are respected, for the benefit of both the Brotherhood and the Zoners.


Until then, I remain,
Elder Juanez ''el Presidente'' Buonocore

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