To: Bretonian Armed Forces | The Division

[Squad]

Mr. Rothschild-Steiner,

It was my hope the Kingdom would be able to secure its own contracts, but I assume your request means either (1) no attempts have indeed been made or (2) they have been rejected.

As to possibility one, if I may, I would suggest such a request from the Kingdom would have significantly more weight than a simple communique from another suit, as I'm sure you understand. Possibility two is more concerning, as I would hope Libertonians would understand and support the efforts of their supposed allies and the Queen herself. A true shame indeed. Should this be the case, I understand Deep Space Engineering has privileges to transport such technology, but it may be prudent to confirm. Of course, my recent travels through Gallia suggest other means may be available as well.

If you would care to share which efforts may be most productive, please let me know how I can be of assistance unless the current state of repair is, somehow, satisfactory.

Yours,

Lawrence Preston, Esquire

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[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

What? Ask them nicely? Are you... are your advisors mad?

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[Squad]

We live in a new world, Mr. Rothschild-Steiner, although contacting Deep Space Engineering would be, I believe, a fair solution.

Yours,

Lawrence Preston, Esquire

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[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

Of course, of course! But wouldn't it be simpler if you paid us to contract them?

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[Squad]

Indeed, and convenient that such would reflect our current arrangement, no? Please let me know when the Kingdom's contract is secured.

Additionally, I await information regarding your claim with Interspace. I understand if such would be handled by another member of her Majesty's government.

Yours,

Lawrence Preston, Esquire

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[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

Hello, hello, hello! Sorry for the delay, terribly sorry, I had to replace my liver again. This one will serve me many liters-I mean, years to come. I hope my favourite Mister Preston is still there, no? I know entire two Prestons, and you are my favourite! Though I must admit, the other was not very strong on keeping his word...

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[Squad]

Mr. Rothschild-Steiner,

Poor news to be sure, but I'm relieved to hear the Kingdom's supply of spares is up to snuff. You have news?

Yours,

Lawrence Preston, Esquire

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[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

Ah, you still exist! Eeexcellent! Don't worry about the livers, we've got enough organs being shipped from the fronts. This is a soldier liver, it is supposedly very resilient! So, why am I contacting you? Hm... Yes, good question... Why am I contacting you?

Oh, yes! I remember! I need to inform you about something. Hang on...

*Steiner-Rothschild pulls out a note from a pocket.*

We have calculated that we are lacking about 242,000,000 credits for Ageira's contract. You can wire that to "BPA - closed parenthesis - Anvil" and construction will begin. I'll send the address in text form too, just in case. Alright?

Address

BPA)Anvil

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