Recipient: Eleven Sender: Five and three quarters Location:Battlecruiser Perdition
Oi, miss me already? I hope not, cuz you'll soon regret it dearly.
The Black Sails will start moving within the Omicrons, more precisely Omicron Theta. But before we go into that, I can't get pass your bold threats, about dragging our faces through mud. And I hope you recall I told you this will cost you some teeth and a wingman. I'm a man of my word, so let's see this done before we move on.
Be a dear and send one of your numbered sheep next to Corfu. One of my guys will be waiting. If you have a thirteen, I advise you to send him, so you can blame bad luck.
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⫸ Well damn! I guess it couldn't be helped. What, mommy Deterrence said it's your turn in Omicron Theta now?
Screw it... fine, Massimo. You're on. Although you might be shit out of luck with Thirteen. Last I recall that one decided to go on a field trip or something. So you'll get someone else.
I heard One has been itching for a fight. Of course... most of us usually do by default. See you soon, bud.
Recipient: Eleven Sender: Five and three quarters Location:Battlecruiser Perdition
Keep it up and it's gonna be you who's gonna run screaming to your mums, either in this world or the other, depending where she is.
So, One will be your tribute? I trust he's your best by the number, but my man Arintero will put that to the test. In the best case scenario for you, his itching will move down to his arse. Pray that will happen.
⫸ One is... a complicated one. He comes and goes around as he pleases thanks to his status as the more seasoned veteran in our big family that gets to call the shots. You might fight him, you might not. Right now several of us are fighting over the privilege to kick your guy's teeth in, believe it or not. Just an age old tradition among ourselves, that's all. I'm pretty sure Seventeen just sent Seven to the infirmary for the third time this month. That was a good frying pan... made some powerful Bratkartoffeln in it just last night.
Recipient: Eleven Sender: Five and three quarters Location:Battlecruiser Perdition
And they call us barbarians, but look at you. If one wants to bring you down, all they have to do is challenge you to a duel, and you'll break yourselves. For us, that is rather counter productive, as Arintero desires to be the one to break your man.
Be sure to send One in one piece. Expect him to come back as Two or Three, we'll see what Arintero can come up with.
Recipient: Eleven Sender: Five and three quarters Location:Battlecruiser Perdition
So, Seventeen won One's right to fight Arintero? Well, in the end he won a one way ticket to hell. Now that settles the score between us, for now. Mind your words, or seventeen will be getting some company. And just think about it, that there's so many out there begging to be murdered, how about we save ourselves for them, si?
Now, as I was saying, the Black Sails will deploy a forward battlegroup to the Omicrons, with the aim to pursue Voncloud's supporters, for the better good. The less, the better. As I recall, we share the same prey, or so it seems. Let's talk about it.
⫸ Seventeen knew what he signed up for. The risks were right there: win or lose your head. I heard One decided he's not worth the trouble to be brought home. Kind of harsh to be honest, but those are the rules. Can't hold up your own weight? You sink -- deep.
Anyway! So you do have some fighters with motor functions higher than a self-propelled brick. And you got One to notice you too. Now it's completely out of my hands on account of me not being a negotiator.
Speak your mind. I just patched my boss into this transmission. He'll hear you out from now on. My advice? I talk shit because I am damn sure you lot are rotten to the core. It doesn't matter what flag you paint on your ships. Boss, though? Try not to ruin your shot at setting up a deal with your first message.
No mate, we're saints dressed in black, worshipping a higher deity that watches over all of us. Of course we're all rotten, but I like to believe we're righteous, and that's the reason we want to settle some businesses around the Omicrons. And no, I won't speak my mind, are you a fucking psychiatrist?
As a first step, I will send Arintero to fly with you lot. Come in person and pick him up from Freeport 11 within 48 hours. Even if Seventeen in on the bottom of a shithole, he was quite a challenge, and you've earned the privilege to fly alongside the Black Sails. Don't forget to thank Seventeen for that. If you need a messenger to deliver him the appreciations, we can help.
As for your boss, what number is he? 8088? Doesn't matter. I hope he's versatile and able to adapt to his speaker, or we won't tag along very well. Just keep in mind we're not on a science meeting aboard Cambridge Research Station.
⫸ You overestimate our willingness to work with you, Massimo of The Black Sails. Having common enemies does not mean we'll jump to the opportunity to pick up a stranger and welcome them based off of their skill alone. Our family is looking for loot. Allies are optional and often not picked up unless we gain something valuable from it.
Your envoy can find his own room on Freeport 11. He will receive a PDA he can use to coordinate with those who want him along for the ride. I am positive you would do the same in my position, señor. After all, you have to share the bed with not one, but two warbands. To make matter worse you hate them and they hate you -- or so I've heard.
One step at a time. The more we get to understand eachother the better. With that being said, please do tell me more about yourselves. I would love to hear your story. Eleven's perspective of the Corsairs is often skewed by a personal grudge that transcends reason.
Recipient: One Sender: Massimo Insigne Location:Battlecruiser Perdition
I do not overestimate anything, signor One, I just speculate the opportunity at hand. But, seeing you want to chat and know each other before we share the same bed, it leaves me cold and unimpressed. And don't make the mistake of thinking I want to be part of your happy family. You lot are not really my type. But if it ever comes to that, I want to be the daddy.
Loot you say? Then don't be shy. On the top of our list there are non aligned Phoenix Zoners. They will pay the bills for our stay within the Omicrons, and any extra loot will be dropped on Phoenix installations. With that being said, stop acting like an unspoiled little girl and step up your game, else all the loot will be gone.
About ourselves there isn't much to say. A simple guild of traditional Corsairs, who came back home angry on the current leadership. Our old ways are gone, and the might of the Empire is focused on chasing rabbits, while the big boys gain strategic ground in the detriment of the Corsairs. We would very much like to see a 180 shift in the Empire's priorities. Chasing harmless Phoenix Zoners surely isn't an honorable and fruitful thing to do, or a prime strategy for the Empire's armada. A multitude of recent events speak for themselves.
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