Helmut Pajo, the Landwirtrechtbewegung pilot, had been aboard the station for a little while. He had been invited, and cleared to land, but was waiting for a lull in the conversation. He didn't want to be seen as intruding. He felt out of place. This wasn't quite foreign soil, but it was close to it. The familiarity of the stale, cheaply reconditioned air and the second-hand modules of the station were the only things relaxing him. Apparently the Junkers had the same use to the Mollies as they did to the Landwirtrechtbewegung.
Right now, the broad, unfamiliar accents had died down, so Helmut paced towards the table and with a short nod, began talking.
"Men," he started, "My name is Helmut Pajo. I come to you all the way from Rheinland. But although the physical distance our two peoples is very great, I believe we are very close in other ways. Our histories may be different, but it seems at our hearts we are both working men, working men who have been forced in to a new and strange life by greed, oversight, lack of compassion and corrupt authority. We are painted as criminals by those we were forced to abandon, but we cannot let that bother us for we are the uncorruptable voice of the common man.
"I found myself in your space delivering goods on behalf of mutual friends of ours. And it this I wish to talk to you about. Although we can not spare the manpower to help you directly in your battles, and I am sure you cannot do the same for us, what we can do is open our doors to each other and increase our mutual strength and prosperity through trade. That which is expensive in Bretonia is cheap in Rheinland, and vice-versa. Whilst there are junkers and independent smugglers who frequent our stations both, I cannot fully trust them. They work only for themselves, care only for profit. But we are men of causes. Although the production of the Landwirtrechtbewegung is modest, we have ties to many powerful and righteous groups. We have access to the facilities and goods of all the good people of Rheinland, men who fight corporate corruption in its birthplace, Liberty, and even the Coalition itself. And you yourselves, are famed even in Rheinland for your gold, which is greatly desired by many. So I come to you with a proposition: the opening of trade between our two peoples; a strengthening of ties and influence across the Omegas that seperate us; goodwill and assistance whenever possible; and a safe haven when far from home. Although our home system is far more modest than yours, we are currently embarking on a grand project to house our civilian population, and when it is completed, your people would be welcomed and your goods paid for handsomely. If your cargo-ships were ever in Rheinland, we would assist them, if you need supplies, we will bring them.
"So. What say you, men of Dublin?"
