An Offering of Friendship

[BaconSoda]

A man stood in a corner, dressed finely in Civilian Clothes. A gray suit, though a bit ruffled, showed that he was clearly a professional. He did not cut corners, he did not enjoy small talk, he had a purpose in this hub of both the scum of Rheinland and those who only wished to serve it.

The time was 3:47am, New Berlin Standard Time. This man did not expect a response for several hours, but that is how he enjoyed making large deals. It allowed for onlookers to be shocked and exchange their fears and beliefs while a second party debated on what should be done.

In the corner was a small booth, used to communicate with other stations throughout Rheinland and the Bordering Worlds. It was old, of that there was no doubt, but it still functioned to the best of it's abilities. Hopefully it was still capable of calling through the Lightyears required for this message.

The man clicked a few buttons, and began his message. Nearly no one knew of this number, for good reason, and it had taken the man quite a bit of time to find it.

Transmission Streaming....
Origin: Kreuzberg Depot
Subject: A Meeting
To: Pacifica Command Center

"Greetings, Unioners, you keep this channel quite a secret. For good reason, I would assume. I am Johann Steinlaufer, Representative of the Landwirtrechtbewegung. It would appear that your plights and cries have been ignored by our Chancellor and the Berliners just as ours have. At this, I would like to offer you a friendship.

The LWB will not, however, negotiate solely over radio communication. We offer a meeting here, at Kreuzberg, a neutral ground. We have already gone through the process of renting a large room, and setup the necessary furnishing for negotiations. If we do not meet within seventy-two hours of your receiving this message, we will assume that you are disinterested, and abandon the prospect.

I will await your response with great anticipation."

Transmission Lost...

The man stood clicked a few buttons to end the transmission and stood from the device. He brushed his graying temples and walked away from the machine, towards a hall that had several doors on it's walls, much like a hotel.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.