Edena_of_Neith
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The Gith emissary grumbles:
We are here also to help the Alliance of Oerth.
We have hundreds of battalions up in Greyspace, just waiting for the order to attack.
I won't use a lot of words in these negotiations.
Straight to the point here.
We want land.
An area the size of your Furyondy, for our people.
Ours to do what we want in, to grow food for our fleets, to mine metals for our weapons, and open space for our needs.
We don't want money.
We want the land.
If you will give us the land, our fleets will be happy to start blowing the unholy crap outta your foes, starting right now.
For we are the Gith, the mercenaries of the Spheres, and amongst us are some of the finest fighters in existence.
We are here also to help the Alliance of Oerth.
We have hundreds of battalions up in Greyspace, just waiting for the order to attack.
I won't use a lot of words in these negotiations.
Straight to the point here.
We want land.
An area the size of your Furyondy, for our people.
Ours to do what we want in, to grow food for our fleets, to mine metals for our weapons, and open space for our needs.
We don't want money.
We want the land.
If you will give us the land, our fleets will be happy to start blowing the unholy crap outta your foes, starting right now.
For we are the Gith, the mercenaries of the Spheres, and amongst us are some of the finest fighters in existence.
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