To: The Empire of Kusari

[CorsairTrent]

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Sender ID

CNS Mors Certissima

Location

Freeport 9, Omicron Theta

Recipient

The Empire of Kusari

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People of Kusari,

During a routine tax collection patrol throughout your Empire, my crew and I came across something particularly interesting after sneaking past the New Tokyo system's defenses:

The Sunekosuri

Si, this is indeed your dear Prime Minister's luxury liner, all alone without any escort to be seen nearby. Have budget cuts affected your top politicians' security? Or is this simply a case of major hubris? Who knows, but it surely is amusing to think about. Nevertheless, I was hoping to have a friendly chat with her, and perhaps collect a hefty tribute afterwards. After all, she must be very wealthy to afford a ship like that. Unfortunately, it seems your Prime Minister is terrified of a single unsupported Corsair ship deep in her territory! Quite the example she sets for her populace, isn't it?

What a shame!

Your Prime Minister did not even address a single word to me, and immediately scurried away to Planet New Tokyo's surface. Quite rude, I must say. So much for your elite's manners! As a consequence of such behavior, I shall reveal to the people of Kusari what your dear Prime Minister is spending your hard-earned creditos on.

Debauchery, financed by the taxpayers

It seems your Prime Minister would rather spend the people's tax money on satisfying her own depraved urges, rather than improving the lackluster security of her Empire! I truly wonder what the average Kusari citizen would think of this. This is a clear sign of the decadence of the once-mighty Empire of Kusari. A real empire, such as our glorious Imperio Corsario, spends the tribute it collects on essentials such as food, materials and warships, not on quenching the animalistic desires of a select few at the expense of the common man and woman. And with that, I leave you all to ponder on the state of your House. Perhaps I shall meet your elite again, or maybe they will just stay hidden away like ratas, in awe and fear of our might. Only time will tell.

Eternal glory to the superior Corsair Empire,
Commander of the Mors Certissima