To: The Gaians | From: Black Sails

[Madvillain]

Buen día, Corsair, I’ll spare you the pleasantries, as it seems your 'proposal' is more of an ultimatum dressed in brass and leather. But I’ll indulge you for a moment. First off, your offer is noted, but let’s get something clear: the Black Sails’ way is not our way. If you think we’re going to kowtow to your threats and dirty business like others might, you’re sorely mistaken. You want destroyers and gunboats? How quaint. Maybe you should focus on repairing the wreckage you leave behind before you start asking for new toys. Ah, now you’ve gone and reminded me of the Panther bombers we gave your people. Those sleek, formidable machines that were supposed to strike terror across the stars. Shame, really... such potential, now nothing more than a pile of metal. You see, Corsair, while you’re busy throwing your weight around and demanding destroyers and gunboats, the fact is, your Brotherhood hasn’t even bothered to update the Panther bombers we already gave you years ago. Those beautiful ships have been left to rust away in some forgotten corner of Crete: not because of a lack of resources, but because your people neglected the simplest of tasks: a software update. It’s almost comical, really. All that firepower, all that potential… and you can’t even keep your ships in working order. It’s the epitome of short sightedness. You’ve got a wing of state of the art Panthers just wasting away, while you’re busy squabbling over the scraps of the galaxy. Perhaps you’d be better off starting with the basics: updating your software, fixing your ships, and maybe, just maybe, putting that firepower to good use before it becomes nothing but a relic of failed ambition.

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