To : All factions in Sirius

[Lythrilux]

Captain Jack Sparrow

The Marauders stand with the Congress on their stance regarding your plans with the Inverness system.

Step out of your boundaries and there will be dire consequences.

With regards,
-G.M
The Junker Marauders

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[Evo]

** The comm channel flickers on displaying a room with Pygmy sitting in a chair. He yells "'EY, BOYS! SOME SILLY ASS PIECE'A TRASH ON THE NET THUMPED 'IS HEAD REAL GOOD, C'MERE! YA GOTTA LISTEN T'THIS!" **

** A few people enter and the message plays back. Soon after, all of them start laughing and repeating some of the lines in mockery. More people walk in and join; eventually the comm message is just one big lump of laughter. The message is pretty clear. **

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[Astraea]

*Incoming transmission*
CommID: Astraea, Fleet Captain, Hellfire Legion
To: "Pegasus Pilgrims"
Source: Fort Leniex
Subject:

Your idle threats are meaningless words, and you will burn in Hellfire.

Prepare for your journey to Hell.

~ Astraea, Fleet Captain, Hellfire Legion.

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It's not every day that I read about Somali pirates pirating a US navy aircraft carrier in their speedboats.

[TFinnegan]

*Tim Finnegan, Clan Chief of House Gordon of Inverness, looks emotionlessly into the comms*

'Oy - Boyos.
Ye lot best walk tha' bloody talk back a bit, ye be aye in th' reach o' th' Gordonnauch.

Bretonia may 'tink they bloody own 'Ness...
...but th' Junkers aye control 'et.
Congress and th' Marauders.
*smirks a wry and mirthful smirk*
Them Order lot, well...
Best just t' let them think they run things when they be aroond, then g'back t' whacher was doon when they leave - ye'z canne win wif them buggers.
*Holds up a finger, smiles*
Bet p'raps ye can win wif us lot o' Junkers.
Ye's dodgers ge' a peck more respectful, an' bloody ARSK us ef' ye'z can camp in our ruttin' backyard, an' ye'z might find all kinds o' help.

Otherwise...
*chuckles, a flash of teeth*
Well...

.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
Clan Chief, Gordon Junkers of Inverness
Coileach an Taobh Tuath

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[Ame-chan]

I

AM

AmeAme

This now AmeSpace!

According to SUPERIOR AMETREATY Number OneHundredThousandMillion, AmeAme has EXCLUSIVE ECONOMIC AMEACCESS to BAKA SPACE as result of agreement hereby made according to AMEPROTOCOL 1 which says AME CAN HAVE ALL THE Space!

Okie?

As can see in AmeDiagram #1001, shown above. AmeSpace is already Well Claimed and Designed according to demarcated map thingie which AME MADE ALL BY SELF with NO HELP FROM yooooou!

So ALL OF YOU ARE Bakas and YOUR CLAIMS ARE invalid because AMEAME SAYS SO!!!

So should SUPPORT BEST AmeClaim because YOU ARE silly and AME IS BEST AT Space and WILL EAT YOU if not do so!

So SUPPORT SUPERIOR AMECLAIM! Help AmeAme take back over AmeSPace TODAY!!1

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This was a SUPERIOR AMEPOST!

[Marburg]

From the Offices of Mackenzie, McEwan & Grim -

To Whom It May Concern:

My Name is Damien McEwan & I represent the Klaksvic Division of The GreenthInc. Gaian Trucking Company

I say this in the most polite & professionally diplomatic way I know how...We here at GreenthInc. find your transmission somewhat amusing, but only to a point.

We are not sure who you are or where you come from. We don't really care what your politics are, be they somewhere on the left, on the right, or directly in the middle.

What we do care about, however, are a bunch of people setting up a squatters camp on our doorstep blinded with delusions of grandeur thinking they can blindly dictate how they please.

If that's the way you want to play it, then our official company line is:

You can kiss our ass. Not on the left, not on the right, but directly in the middle & get the hell off our lawn.

GreenthInc. stands in symbiosis with The Congress

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[Huursa]

*The transmission begins showing an empty bridge on what looks to be some sort of strange ship*
*There’s a high pitch in the background that sounds odd… like a dog whistle*
*After a few seconds the high pitch stops and there’s silence with an empty bridge*
*Maniacal laughter can be heard but still no one appears on the screen*
*You can hear someone talking now…*
I’m pleased to see all of these transmissions. This can’t be all of you! Where are the rest!? You all think you can resist the Truth!? *cackles hysterically* Listen to me you scum… We’re here to stay period! Good luck with your pathetic Navies… You’re no match for our FULL POWER!!! It’s obvious these Junkers don’t want some of you here either.
*Jack Sparrow appears to float down from the ceiling onto the screen, his eyes glowing with a strange light and his neck twitching in an inhuman almost possessed manner*
You all don’t understand what you’re getting yourselves into. We’ll help you Junkers defend Inverness for the time being, but later we’re going to need to work out…. other arrangements….
Your transmissions will fall upon deaf ears if you do NOT comply. There will be no one from any other faction in our government!! This is final! You’re all fools if you don’t join us…
Jack OUT! For the Pilgrims!

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[Friendly-Freelancer]

From:~~001010101 #Error
Phil! I knew I'd find you! Just wait untill I get out of this Hell hold people call Manhattan! I'm going to rip apart you starting from your hands down!?!??!!?

Hasta la vista, baby

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[Sciamach]

====[[[[LOADING Naval messaging frequencies: <Out of date!> ]]]]====

To: To whom this may be concerned..
From: Celia O'Maley

Interesting little Battleship on that thar' map of yours.

--Cmdr Celia O'Maley

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[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/

A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.

[Eva Adenauer]

Ja, fräulein O'Maley, very interesting indeed.. Perhaps I should forward this information to the Department of Homeland Security, no?

Hochachtungsvoll,

Eva Adenauer, Director of Internal Affairs.