To the Molly Republic from Peace Organization

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• [color=#FFFFFF]-- Transmission Source: Arranmore Base, Dublin
  -- Dispatcher ID: Molly Republic Councillor Colin Breen
  -- Recipient ID: Peace Guy Andy
  -- Subject: Peace Things and Whatnot
  -- Encryption: Level XII
  

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War, mate, is brutal.

This ain't a silly little conflict o' power.
Those Corsairs o' yours bombed oor planet and oor colony. Ye unnerstand? Bombed. With thermonooclear weapons. An entire ruddy planet wasted an' a whole colony o' Mollies destroyed? Do ye approve o' that, noo?

This ain't a contest fer power, Octavius. We Mollies ain't in'trested in power.
We're int'rested in freedom. We're a people, we're fightin' fer oor rights an' freedom. Against the BMM, against BMM, against the Corsairs.... against whoever'll try te conquer us, whoever'll take that freedom away..... we'll fight against until we die, until our race is extinct - or until we win oor freedom.

I dunno if ye'll ever be able to really know what it's like, fightin' like that, fightin' fer yer existence, knowin' that each day ye go out, either ye get killed, or someone else does. An' if ye don't go oot, yer family's in danger from those who ye'd otherwise be killin' that noo roam around, lookin' fer ye, alive.

It's war. It's brutal.
Ye know what it's like?

I don't think ye do.



Ye help a side by givin' them food?
Morale is raised, the war lasts longer.

Ye help them by takin' care o' their poor kids?
More soldiers are raised, morale goes oop...


Ye do anythin' nice fer one side, it helps them win the war. Ye cannae jus' be doin' nice things fer booth sides. Aye, we Mollies would appreciate it, an' so would the Corsairs... but ye canne be helpin' both sides. Sooner or later, ye'd get shot in the head, an' I can guarantee that it might be me.



Aye.
It's war.

Aye, it's horrible.

I've seen me share o' things I never even wanted te see, I wish I never had.
I wish we could end it, Andrew. Believe me. I've tried.

An' I've failed... there ain't a chance fer diplomacy... at least, not with Bretonia.

Perhaps noo ye're thinkin' "Well, I'll just be tryin' te reach a settlement between them crazy Mollies an' those Corsairs..."

Yer delooded if ye think you'll reach a settlement wi' the Corsairs. They want our land, we want tae keep it. They've killed countless thousands o' Mollies, an' ruined a planet... an', well... we want some revenge on 'em fer that. Neither side's gonna give ye much thought, ye'll jus' get killed in the crossfire. It's a blood feud, mate, and we're in danger o' dyin' oot o'er here in Dublin. Maybe ye donnaeken how many Corsairs stream through Omega 49 a day jus' to attack us. An all we can do is fight, for our home an' family, hopin' we'll be able to keep 'em off us...



Ye probably donnaeken what I'm talkin aboot, the desp'ration, or feelin' the sorta nationalism an' pride in who an' what we are... an' I don't expect ye to understand it. But we Mollies do. We're a people, an' we have a purpose, an' we have enemies. Ye help our enemies? Then, ye're one too. Period. Ye ain't gonna be able to stay neutral. Not unless ye just sit in a little rock in Edinburgh an' smoke weed all yer life. Ye go out, make a stand, try an' change things, ye're gonna make enemies sooner rather than later, mate.


An' before I ferget meself here, I'm also wunnerin' what the Molly Republic could possibly gain from allyin' wi' you, as you seem to suggest. I, frankly, see nae advantages to it. Yer "diplomatic abilities" ain't going te be any use ter us, an' 'sides that, I don't really see anythin' ye might even think o' offerin', 'sides yer fancy engines... which we donnae care fer.

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