To karlotta

[Karlotta]

I will be brief.

To the QCP, all those who aid nomads, and nomads capable of understanding human grammar:
We will overcome. YOU will be extinct.

To the Zoners:
Together, we stand. Devided, we fall.

To commander Staite:
Listen blondy... I mean, dear commander Staite. You seem to have a personal stake in interfering with my actions and in profiling yourself as someone people should do their utmost to please. Its getting in the way of your judgement. I was travelling through Dublin to deliver some liquid cardamine which I captured, to one of our allies for analysis. I saw a Zoner being attacked, so I assisted him. The Zoners, may I explain, are not unimportant in sustaining our war economy. My ship was destroyed by a lucky supernova antimatter cannon hit while fighting alone againt two enemies. I dont know if you noticed, but there is a war going on. If we lose, there will be no history books to say 'we fought fairly and justly, with an aire of dignity and restraint'. In fact, there will be no more books. There will be no more history. There will be no more 50 credit blonde hairdos. It will be as if we never existed. The odds of winning are not looking good. Try to get that into your pretty little head. Now, I will write a grateful letter to the person who designed those Nephthys escape pods.