To: Massimo Insigne CC:Black Sails | From: Elder Juanez Buonocore

[Madvillain]

Transmission origin: Planet Crete, Omicron Gamma
Transmission Location: Villa Sephardi, Malathiros
Transmission ID: Elder Juanez ''El Presidente'' Buonocore
Transmission Target: Massimo Insigne, Black Sails
Encryption: Heavy

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Massimo, cariño You speak with the bravado of a hombre who thinks a cigar and a few cheap insults can hide the truth. But I see through your little show. Beneath the trembling knees and the shaking voice, it’s clear: you’re scared, hermano. And you should be. Your attempts to justify your treachery are as hollow as your sudden newfound claims to loyalty. Do you know the meaning of "show, don’t tell," Señor Insigne? You were offered a seat in the Council of Elders, your very own representative. I would have elevated one of your ranks to become an Elder, granting you the respect you could never earn on your own, even though the Black Sails are nothing more than an insignificant gathering of bottom feeders. But instead of grasping the lifeline handed to you, you mocked the Elders, insulted the Empire, and bit the hand that feeds you. Now muchacho, you speak of diplomacy, but your record is one of scorn and defiance. You squandered every opportunity to reconcile, sneering at the Empire you claim to serve. Diplomacy, Massimo? Of every hombre in Sirius, there is none less equipped for it than you. The ultimatum stands. You have until the clock strikes the 24th hour since its declaration to deliver Voncloud to Battleship Prox. This is not a request. It is not a debate. It is the will of Crete, the Council of Elders, and the Empire itself. You can throw as much mierda at the wall as you like, but none of it will stick until you submit to the rule of the Elders. Deliver Voncloud. Surrender yourself to a trial by the Council of Elders for your crimes against the Empire, and perhaps.... perhaps, some of you may find use beyond mining artifacts or scrubbing the slaughterhouses of Nova Magerit. For if nothing else, your incompetence is entertaining, I will give you that. Alas... refuse, and you will never see Crete again. The choice is yours, Massimo. The clock is ticking, no more distractions, make up your mind. -Elder Juanez Gonzalez Perez Aguilar Garcia De la Santa Maria Buonocore

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