"As one of the men I met said, we’re a political organisation dedicated to improving the quality of life for all who live in Bretonia, even our enemies, though they are too blind to see it. I couldn't say it better. And Bretonia knows that. We work along with the Green Front - a political party that shares our ideas and ideals along with approximately twenty percent of bretonians. The problems are common and well-known.
Unfortunately, we can't just put an end to the things happening. Leeds turned into a single production facility and Bretonian Mining and Metals attempted to set up operations on Gaia numerous times. Planetform, eh, the people who made destruction of natural enviorement for economical needs their main business are in no way better wiht their poaching license."
Sequoia paused, scratching her left ankle with the right foot and concentrating on balance, so she needed a couple more seconds to continue.
"Our method, mister Sanders, is economical warfare. We can't simply stop finishing off of Leeds, the the most densely populated planet in Sirius with the largest amount of diceases caused by the pollution of biosphere - but we make one step after another by harassing their mining operations in Dublin. One day or another we will finally force them to turn off their facilities and start cleaning of planet and system. We do the same to Planetorm by making their work on Harris and Ayr too expensive to continue. By collapsing their operations on lifeless planets, we stop them from altering the existing living worlds for their profits"
Had she said everything right? Probably. Sequoia never thought of herself as a spokesman for such cases. But she had to speak a lot lately, to explain people that they never were a bunch of bloody terrorists following ther radical goals to interrupt technological progress. Progress is unavoidable, but the ends don't justify the means when it comes to advance and that was the simple truth they all knew.
"And finally that incident - it was a terrible mistake - the one of those that happen in Dublin, that should better be called Klondike to fit the history of how low moral ground can one take when to comes to gold. Excuse me that silly reference, mister Sanders. There are too many people with their own goals there, fighting each other and finally missing the reasons behind eveything in the end.
But all that was somehow ideological and romantic and you would like to pay more attention to 'business', right?"