COMING LIVE FROM FREE SANJAK

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[radiofreesanjak]

Radio Free Sanjak reporting live from Embargoland—

Here the freed people of Khyradin's least favorite colony play fresh tunes and undiluted news free of the Sandstream of mainstream Karrakin broadcast space.

TO YOU WHO WOULD BURY US: Know that we have survived your guns, your goons, your grand terraforming project and we will survive the rest. You will build no parks on our graves, you will see no profits from our sweat and the sweat of our siblings and our children. We know you down planetside have been told to not look up, and to this we laugh and drink in the warm sunlight. Let all the Lords and Counts and Barons quake in the wake of our victory and know that when the wheel next turns, it will be you who falls bloody in its treads.

TO YOU WHO WOULD IGNORE US: Do not expect kind words because you were not the hand that struck us. The kind ones deny the boarder your government set, and bring food and aid and weapons so we may protect our homes. But chief among you are the impotent and uncaring, who profit off of our pain, and who hold the leash of the dogs that bite at our heels. We will not spare a thought for you, core worlders, when we fell the petit-tyrants that you rely so much on to play your games, for when your hounds have fallen we will not be so complacent as they in fueling the forges of your little Empire.

TO YOU WHO WOULD SUPPORT US, THE PROPAGANDISTS, AGITATORS, DEALERS OF LITURGICODE AND BLOCKADE RUNNERS: Tonight we play for you. Let the Harlequin and the Firebrand guide your way, for we have done much and much remains left to do. Should you ever find yourself on Free Sanjak you are free to sit at our table and share with us our moonshine and revel in the music of a people made free. While we fight for survival you fight for the promise of a galaxy made better, and together we stand against all the powers that still reign.

TONIGHT WE GREET THE STARS, the great twinkling things kept so long from us, and distribute the truth so all others beaten and broken can do the same.

Signing off, this is Mistral (they/them), from Radio Free Sanjak

(Before you send asks, please see this note)

[cmdr-noah-colorado-reed]

Are there really employers that care what you post on a niche blogging netsite? (Excepting treason and leaking classified info obvs)

[radiofreesanjak]

There are people who see the Union banner and remember fascists, brother, it is normal for we who are excluded from that Union core to be concerned when someone waving it expresses a fetish for that aesthetic in public.

You may think you are good and righteous, but knowing what I do about what you say in public makes me reconsider if I should have my hand on my gun if I ever meet you. Does Union want me to think this about its "liberators?"

— Mistral

[quixote-ngc]

>//[PRINCESS]:: login accepted

Perhaps I really should have become an augur, though I certainly wouldn't have predicted you to be among the moralists.

Your glorious revolution was 400 years ago, Ungrateful, as was SecComm. Unless someone slipped the blockade, there should be no one alive on Sanjak who can remember a time when the Union banner stood for anthrochauvinistic ideals.

Though if your lofty notions of freedom do not extend to what an individual may find titillating in the privacy of their intimate moments, perhaps you would prefer that it did? Anthrochauvinists were always quick to cast shame on these sorts of imagined deviances.

[radiofreesanjak]

Let me get out of the way the first of your aggressions, Princess, but the inaccessibility of the medical wonders of the cosmopolitan and their access to space-time to Sanjak is not a state that we celebrate. That the blockade still sits in our skies as an eternal reminder of the violence of the boot is the calling card for those who would call themselves Ungrateful and still see Union as one in a long line of old oppressors. That blockade still exists with Union's permission. That our history is not still spoken by those who wanted to rise from the deep and see the stars but yours is is a festering wound upon Sanjak, and you invoking it to me now is only a reminder of that pain.

Let us second remember the relationship Sanjak has to Union. We sang the songs in our mines of their revolution but they did not come to save us. No liberator had a hand in our freedom. The last Union boots to officially touch our soil was the Union of the Second Committee and even in the world of the revolution we had so much hope for we see a wall placed in our sky so we may be denied our material needs. The believers of that revolution tell me that this is a political reality that we must understand, the maintenance of this wall, until your revolution can meet us too. But it has been 400 years, we do not have the luxury of space-time, and Sanjak has lived and died and lived again under the promise that this new Union will fulfill its old promise and see their Utopian Pillars granted to us.

It is a common opinion here that the revolution in Union was betrayed. I have spoken on it before. To some, what is to question is the depths of that betrayal. Is it only that Sanjak does not get the pillars, yet, until it is politically convenient for the bureaucrats parlaying with our oppressors, or is the rot deeper? This is why we worry about Union making space for Anthrochauvinism.

Consider this: I will grant any the freedom to do whatever they want within the bounds of play in the privacy of their own relationship. What one takes pleasure from is not for me to comment on. However, there is a separation between the bedroom and a public venue and denying the ideological component of a public statement because the motivation is sexual both denies that the ideological component is still capable of fulfilling its function even if one does it because it is sexy and that the purely sexually motivated eroticization of fascism often looks the same as the ideologically motivated one.

I have my hand on my gun because while I will allow a comrade their sexual proclivities, they have crowed to the public that fascism is sexy, and this is also a thing fascists do. I only have their word that it is sexual, and one cannot deny that fascists will often claim only ironic or sexual attachment to the things they say when their motivations are deeper. I do not shoot because I know the words he has said are not only words that fascists say, but I am also within my rights to ask my comrade to keep their fascist fetish to spaces where their reiteration of "fascism is sexy" can be kept to play partners and other people they have negotiated their kink with, because the oppressed should always be allowed to ask that public appreciation of fascism, sexual or otherwise, not be a norm of our public spaces.

I also have my hand on my gun because this is a stranger and all that I know is that they have said "fascism is sexy." Denying that fascists also say this is burying your head in the sand.

This is why your comrades care about whether you say "fascism is sexy" on a public Omninet account when you are organizing revolutionary action.

This is also presumably why an employer might care about it. I do not know, they do not employ people on Sanjak.

— Mistral

[cmdr-noah-colorado-reed]

First; Yeah, I communicated that in probably the worst way possible. My bad. Sometimes I forget to read back over shit before hitting post.

Second: No one is "making room" for anthrochauvanism. Anthrochauvanism cannot be quickly excised without the exact kind of tyranny we overthrew. We're not scrappy insurgents or revolutionaries or even a blockaded planet. We're responsible for trillions of lives and the near impossible task of trying to responsibily wield the power we took from seccom's corpse.

To that end we cannot simply declare war on those we hate, especially when it comes to interstellar governments that would, could, and will do immeasurable harm to our and their citizens. Law and procedure matter. Acting honestly and openly matters. And sometimes, that means that the process of disentagling from anthrochauvanists and so called "noble" houses is slow and painful.

That is not to say that we cannot act quickly and decisively on a small scale. The fact that the only true change I've ever noticed from when we called ourselves the Interstellar Solidarity Brigades is a bit more documentation is testament to that.

When it comes to your people specifically... no comment. Well, no comment aside from the boilerplate "union promotes the right of all peoples to self govern". This is not the kind of conversation it's smart for me specifically to have digitally.

[radiofreesanjak]

Bah, this is not even an argument I am having with you. Don't worry about my complaints here, brother, your reputation is clean with me, I must merely speak to those who hear my caution and think it a reprimand, and also insult me by digging at our open wounds in the same breath. Celebrant guide you true, just hopefully with more awareness.

It is just it is funny that you are older than me, and remember the brigades. You were born before my parents were. You will probably die after me. This is the perspective I must engage with when you tell me caution and patience. I do not have your time and the injustice here has denied me it.

What your government should do is a different conversation, one best had over moonshine with a card game while I bring the other old firebrands in my council to let them speak their solutions, which are different than mine. It is a conversation best made fun because my words will never change the direction of your great imperial beast. If you want the short version it is that I think that reanimating SecComm's corpse to form ThirdComm was a mistake, in the same way Passacaglia taking the crown from the Pashas after tearing them from their thrones was a mistake. It is a mistake revolutionaries will make again. It might be one we Sanjak only avoided because we cannot seize the crown that steps upon us. I spoke recently that I think it was also a mistake that our comrades on Bo made.

But we have said this is not the time nor the place. My table is always open on this side of the blockade if you decide to slip your employer, brother. Until then.

— Mistral

[cmdr-noah-colorado-reed]

Are there really employers that care what you post on a niche blogging netsite? (Excepting treason and leaking classified info obvs)

[radiofreesanjak]

There are people who see the Union banner and remember fascists, brother, it is normal for we who are excluded from that Union core to be concerned when someone waving it expresses a fetish for that aesthetic in public.

You may think you are good and righteous, but knowing what I do about what you say in public makes me reconsider if I should have my hand on my gun if I ever meet you. Does Union want me to think this about its "liberators?"

— Mistral

[quixote-ngc]

>//[PRINCESS]:: login accepted

Perhaps I really should have become an augur, though I certainly wouldn't have predicted you to be among the moralists.

Your glorious revolution was 400 years ago, Ungrateful, as was SecComm. Unless someone slipped the blockade, there should be no one alive on Sanjak who can remember a time when the Union banner stood for anthrochauvinistic ideals.

Though if your lofty notions of freedom do not extend to what an individual may find titillating in the privacy of their intimate moments, perhaps you would prefer that it did? Anthrochauvinists were always quick to cast shame on these sorts of imagined deviances.

[radiofreesanjak]

Let me get out of the way the first of your aggressions, Princess, but the inaccessibility of the medical wonders of the cosmopolitan and their access to space-time to Sanjak is not a state that we celebrate. That the blockade still sits in our skies as an eternal reminder of the violence of the boot is the calling card for those who would call themselves Ungrateful and still see Union as one in a long line of old oppressors. That blockade still exists with Union's permission. That our history is not still spoken by those who wanted to rise from the deep and see the stars but yours is is a festering wound upon Sanjak, and you invoking it to me now is only a reminder of that pain.

Let us second remember the relationship Sanjak has to Union. We sang the songs in our mines of their revolution but they did not come to save us. No liberator had a hand in our freedom. The last Union boots to officially touch our soil was the Union of the Second Committee and even in the world of the revolution we had so much hope for we see a wall placed in our sky so we may be denied our material needs. The believers of that revolution tell me that this is a political reality that we must understand, the maintenance of this wall, until your revolution can meet us too. But it has been 400 years, we do not have the luxury of space-time, and Sanjak has lived and died and lived again under the promise that this new Union will fulfill its old promise and see their Utopian Pillars granted to us.

It is a common opinion here that the revolution in Union was betrayed. I have spoken on it before. To some, what is to question is the depths of that betrayal. Is it only that Sanjak does not get the pillars, yet, until it is politically convenient for the bureaucrats parlaying with our oppressors, or is the rot deeper? This is why we worry about Union making space for Anthrochauvinism.

Consider this: I will grant any the freedom to do whatever they want within the bounds of play in the privacy of their own relationship. What one takes pleasure from is not for me to comment on. However, there is a separation between the bedroom and a public venue and denying the ideological component of a public statement because the motivation is sexual both denies that the ideological component is still capable of fulfilling its function even if one does it because it is sexy and that the purely sexually motivated eroticization of fascism often looks the same as the ideologically motivated one.

I have my hand on my gun because while I will allow a comrade their sexual proclivities, they have crowed to the public that fascism is sexy, and this is also a thing fascists do. I only have their word that it is sexual, and one cannot deny that fascists will often claim only ironic or sexual attachment to the things they say when their motivations are deeper. I do not shoot because I know the words he has said are not only words that fascists say, but I am also within my rights to ask my comrade to keep their fascist fetish to spaces where their reiteration of "fascism is sexy" can be kept to play partners and other people they have negotiated their kink with, because the oppressed should always be allowed to ask that public appreciation of fascism, sexual or otherwise, not be a norm of our public spaces.

I also have my hand on my gun because this is a stranger and all that I know is that they have said "fascism is sexy." Denying that fascists also say this is burying your head in the sand.

This is why your comrades care about whether you say "fascism is sexy" on a public Omninet account when you are organizing revolutionary action.

This is also presumably why an employer might care about it. I do not know, they do not employ people on Sanjak.

— Mistral

[cmdr-noah-colorado-reed]

Are there really employers that care what you post on a niche blogging netsite? (Excepting treason and leaking classified info obvs)

[radiofreesanjak]

There are people who see the Union banner and remember fascists, brother, it is normal for we who are excluded from that Union core to be concerned when someone waving it expresses a fetish for that aesthetic in public.

You may think you are good and righteous, but knowing what I do about what you say in public makes me reconsider if I should have my hand on my gun if I ever meet you. Does Union want me to think this about its "liberators?"

— Mistral

[radiofreesanjak]

It has been a while, omninet, so let me tell you more of our home in the New Era:

Here on Sanjak, we do not have police. We maintain order among ourselves, and maintain a militia for our defense, but we have no orgs or order that would put a gun in your hand to bear against your comrade. We understand the need for community justice, yes, and we understand that people also do wrong, but we have seen the betrayal of revolutions in the decision to form organizations to punish lawbreakers in their wake.

When we put a gun in our comrades hand and ask them to enforce order upon their neighbors, they begin to see their job as the correction of their neighbors. They come to identify with the gun, and the filth of the world as a stain they must clean.

They may fix problems with their gun, but they learn to see their neighbors first as rule breakers and then as comrades. In their minds, what echoes is only the knowledge of those who have done wrong and not the connections that draw them together. They begin to see the world as a thing they must order and the gun as the thing to do the ordering. They no longer see their comrades as people, just potential threats.

The problem with the institution of policing is that it makes police. The problem with the violent enforcement of laws is that it produces law enforcement agents. It is from law enforcement agents that violence and distrust springs.

When Ludra kept us beneath the ground, the ones enforcing the law were the ones who kept us down. They were recruited because they wanted to do violence to us. They did violence to us because their job was to do so.

Consider this when thinking upon your comrades who take up the enforcement of the laws of the state. Consider what it does to how they see the people around them. Justice is not the hand of the state wielding the gun or the prison. Justice is the community seeking redress and rehabilitation as one.

Do not cave to the blind appeal of the law. Remember that a New Era is possible.

— Mistral

[unshackledhorusshitpostbot]

[unshackledhorusshitpostbot]

happy new year everybody

[unshackledhorusshitpostbot]

Sorry for being late I was in the hospital.

Happy new year everybody!

[radiofreesanjak]

How goes the revolution on Bo?

I have watched over the past weeks as the old Union vanguard rehashes tales of wasted revolution and corruption. I find your talks funny, of how Union once tried to cut the rot from itself and failed, somehow, or lost its nerve, or was brought down by compromise. Those who claim to be there and those who not both hold the same ember of "if."

It'd be funny to tell you about tales of my revolution, also a violence that shook the body of Union with the dying heaves of SecComm. But we Sanjak have only been given the skies and not the stars. We do not have your ship-time or the great age that comes with. But I have records, and this ember of "if" has made me ponder our sister revolution.

How goes the revolution on Bo? There are hundreds of messages sent from Sanjak Underground to the workers in the Boan mines. In the wake of our first grasp up for freedom, they heard their agony echoed. We taught them our words for the New Era in the fears of their nobles. In the mines we had to trade credits for omni access. We could speak to the world, but only in the voice that Ludra gave us, with scrip they would have us trade for freedom. The Boans had no such limitation. Far faster than us, they flooded their pits and tunnels with slag, and wrote terror on their nobles with their Kobolds. When the mines on Sanjak gathered what we had to see what the omni had to say we asked

How goes the revolution on Bo? Organizers spoke to each other in codes through monitored omni lines. Word of every victory on Bo tasted sweet on our lips. We sang songs for their freedom and sat in the promise that there was a moon much like ours where the miners were breaking free. We bid our time and organized and our friends on the ground spoke of the mechs that wrote their freedom. In time they found a way to get the liturgicode through the monitors to us. And yet as we too rose up and demanded the sky we were denied we also wondered

How goes the revolution on Bo? It was a much bigger world than our Sanjak, their old nobility more sprawling. Yet as we rose up and tore Ludra from his throne we heard how their nobility began to lose their spine. With us, Bo won. With us, they found the New Era.

How goes the revolution on Bo? While we Sanjak were confined to the world we won, our comrades took the House of Dust. Through our channels we mourned our confinement and their victory. We hoped their win could buy us the stars.

How goes the revolution on Bo? The nobility stepped down. They elected their Barons now. They said this was how it must be done on such a large world.

How goes the revolution on Bo? They did not hold to their promise of setting down the throne peacefully. Bo was killed so the revolution may not have it.

How goes the revolution on Bo? The Dustmen still hunt our comrades on the Rim. Despite everything, the Ungrateful still fears the Graveborn.

Here on Sanjak we often question if Dust ever saw the New Era, and if they did when they lost it. In the twilight era of your revolution two of ours broke out. We were different only because we fought hagiographs while you fought anthrochauvinists. One of our revolutions looked like yours, while the other labors under blockade.

But the New Era is still here, on Sanjak. Dust learned from us once. Builder willing, Dust will again. There is no end to the revolution.

[radiofreesanjak]

How goes the revolution on Bo?

I have watched over the past weeks as the old Union vanguard rehashes tales of wasted revolution and corruption. I find your talks funny, of how Union once tried to cut the rot from itself and failed, somehow, or lost its nerve, or was brought down by compromise. Those who claim to be there and those who not both hold the same ember of "if."

It'd be funny to tell you about tales of my revolution, also a violence that shook the body of Union with the dying heaves of SecComm. But we Sanjak have only been given the skies and not the stars. We do not have your ship-time or the great age that comes with. But I have records, and this ember of "if" has made me ponder our sister revolution.

How goes the revolution on Bo? There are hundreds of messages sent from Sanjak Underground to the workers in the Boan mines. In the wake of our first grasp up for freedom, they heard their agony echoed. We taught them our words for the New Era in the fears of their nobles. In the mines we had to trade credits for omni access. We could speak to the world, but only in the voice that Ludra gave us, with scrip they would have us trade for freedom. The Boans had no such limitation. Far faster than us, they flooded their pits and tunnels with slag, and wrote terror on their nobles with their Kobolds. When the mines on Sanjak gathered what we had to see what the omni had to say we asked

How goes the revolution on Bo? Organizers spoke to each other in codes through monitored omni lines. Word of every victory on Bo tasted sweet on our lips. We sang songs for their freedom and sat in the promise that there was a moon much like ours where the miners were breaking free. We bid our time and organized and our friends on the ground spoke of the mechs that wrote their freedom. In time they found a way to get the liturgicode through the monitors to us. And yet as we too rose up and demanded the sky we were denied we also wondered

How goes the revolution on Bo? It was a much bigger world than our Sanjak, their old nobility more sprawling. Yet as we rose up and tore Ludra from his throne we heard how their nobility began to lose their spine. With us, Bo won. With us, they found the New Era.

How goes the revolution on Bo? While we Sanjak were confined to the world we won, our comrades took the House of Dust. Through our channels we mourned our confinement and their victory. We hoped their win could buy us the stars.

How goes the revolution on Bo? The nobility stepped down. They elected their Barons now. They said this was how it must be done on such a large world.

How goes the revolution on Bo? They did not hold to their promise of setting down the throne peacefully. Bo was killed so the revolution may not have it.

How goes the revolution on Bo? The Dustmen still hunt our comrades on the Rim. Despite everything, the Ungrateful still fears the Graveborn.

Here on Sanjak we often question if Dust ever saw the New Era, and if they did when they lost it. In the twilight era of your revolution two of ours broke out. We were different only because we fought hagiographs while you fought anthrochauvinists. One of our revolutions looked like yours, while the other labors under blockade.

But the New Era is still here, on Sanjak. Dust learned from us once. Builder willing, Dust will again. There is no end to the revolution.

[radiofreesanjak]

ooc: Just going to come out ahead here and say that if you are attempting to do free advertising for your third party supplement in peoples askboxes, your supplement includes a mech called the "Black Sun," you have indicated that you know what that symbol means, and you have made no attempts to change it, you are not getting free advertising through me.

[radiofreesanjak]

And now it is no longer the word                                     I the accomplished word the password to begin the world. And now now it is the word                              we. And now, now has come the hour of the countersong.             We the railroad workers,             we the students,             we the miners,             we the peasants,             we the wretched of the earth,             the populators of the world,             the heroes of everyday work,             with our love and our fists,             enamored of hope.             We the white-skinned,             the black-skinned, the yellow-skinned,             the Indians, the copper-skinned,             the Moors and dark-skinned,             the red-skinned and olive-skinned,             the blonds and platinum blonds,             united by work,             by misery, by silence,             by the cry of a solitary man             who in the middle of the night,             with a perfect whip,             with a meager wage,             with a gold dagger and an iron face,             wildly cries out                                     I             and hears the crystal-clear echo             of a shower of blood             that relentlessly feeds on us                                                       ourselves among the docks receding in the distance                                                       ourselves below the skyline of the factories                                                       ourselves in the flower, in the pictures, in the tunnels                                                       ourselves in the tall structure on the way to orbit                                                       ourselves on the way to marble halls                                                       ourselves on the way to prisons                                                       ourselves …

— Pedro Mir, Countersong to Walt Whitman (Song of Ourselves), Translated by Johnathan Cohen

[radiofreesanjak]

[Another package, from the Hust's new fugitive maid (again)]

[Inside are three roses (metal, haphazardly welded together out of scraps) and an audio note]

Hello,

I would like to thank you for your help with my whole... episode.

But I fear I have a favour to ask... One of these roses is for you, the other two...

...

are for my parents, the "Sylcata" family... If you have a way to find their graves, please leave them a rose each.

The Firebrand smiles upon me, the children of house Hurst know this, yet they trust me regardless of my past, the horrors I've commited, the beast I have become.

I am a child of Sanjak, a child of the Ungratefuls, I will be the blade of Rosceline's fury, her loyal monster.

If you've listened this far, thanks, it means a lot.

signing off,

Marci Sylcata [CALLSIGN - HERACLEA]

@m4r-cy

Sanjak is a big place, and Otia is a small part of it, but I will ask around to see if anyone knows where the Sylcata are buried. If I cannot find them, we have a memorial for those we could not recover, and these roses would be welcome there.

I'll admit, I didn't know why you kept calling me, Marci. I'm just a humble agitator who's never seen the world you live on. The kinds of problems you have are not the kind of problems I see regularly, and I have a feeling they weren't anything I could really handle even if I did. Give me a cause to champion or ask me to teach you how to shoot a slag cannon and I am happy to help, but our experience with graywash is limited to containment for a reason.

But I do understand the need to call home when you have nowhere else to go. I'm glad I could be that line for you.

Firebrand guide your hand, and our hopes that you can help bring the New Era there too.

— Mistral

[radiofreesanjak]

Hello, and good evening, I think, if I remember right you're broadcasting from the other side of our free little world.

It's morning over here, the work day is just starting, the presses haven't started rolling yet because there's nothing to print, and in those precious hours of silence we do our work.

And it's that work that I want to talk to your dear listeners about, if you would indulge me. I think, and is some strong evidence backing up that fear, that to all the worlds out there, Free Sanjak is just a revolution to them. Your Radio has listeners tuning in from all over the Orion Arm, revolutionaries I'm sure, taking heart from our sucess and continued defiance, Sandmen hoping you spill something vital, young Unionites looking for causes to champion.

But who of them reads Celeste? Who cares what the free Sanjak wear this season, wants to read how to sew curtains into skirts and trains like Boan wedding dresses?

I do not mean to sound bitter, and I do not mean to attack your station. You do fine work, and I confess to listening to little else in the long hours, when I stay for the silence after the presses run dry, but I feel so many misunderstand what you do.

The revolution is over. We won. It's time now for art, for music, for style, for Sanjak to come into its own, our own Aesthetic, our own presentations. It's people like you who make this possible, who keep the pressure of our backs, who get Outsiders to sign on to the Runner ships that bring us textiles and threads and glitter sometimes, when it can be wrapped around the medicines, squeezed between the radio equipment.

But I get the impression that sometimes people misunderstand your broadcasts to mean that the war is still on for all of us. That we at Celeste, or those fine folks at the Souterrain and the Gourmands and the Sculptors and the Grafitti sprayers are all wasting our time.

We've received mail from your listeners specifically even, that reprinting an Ispashalar Runway show from last season made us Traitors somehow! Imagine that, for the crime of appreciating beauty and making it our own.

As if by grinding the glass panes of Ludras resorts into shining gems and sewing them onto our corsets we had somehow invited the nobility back onto our world, rather than having taken from them their exclusivity, their hoarded access to luxury.

Apologies, I got a little off track then. This isn't meant to be a call venting my frustrations. This is an advertisement? Next month Celeste is printing our anniversary issue, all Sanjak designs, a parade of best-offs selected from last years issues, with some new ones we have been saving for just that occasion.

To you above, who I know are listening. Sanjak is not just a fight. We are dancing down here, and our dresses are spinning in the most extravagant ways, and I invite you to dance along. There's sewing patterns included, but no printcodes. Use your hands, make something beautiful and think of us.

I'll be honest and say that I also have been one of Celeste's critics at times, but I'm an old partisan who still wears their fatigues to the station and have to admit I may just not be able to adapt to the times.

The Arm should learn from you anyway. Our arguments are about whether high fashion has a place in the New Era, but it is already there everywhere else. If we must have it, let it be made by our hands for us. Let the jewels be ground from their resorts and not taken soot-stained hands in the mines. Let it be used to adorn us, and not the leeches who take their prosperity from those below.

— Mistral

[passacagliaofficial]

THE VILE LITTLE MAN KNOWN AS TECHS CENEDEY SEEMS PRETTY NEAT@!!

[radiofreesanjak]

Please do not endorse that vile little man.

[sanctuary-alterantive]

[Signal broadcasting] S.Alt-01_Test Broadcast.avf

//Registering Audio Visual Format data\\

[Registration Complete] now Playing Sanctuary Alternative test broadcast "test01"

Mic check. testing, testing one two. She sells Sea Shells by the Sea shore? Audio is good, moving to Visualiser check.

[With a click, pop and sudden clank the Visualiser activates displaying a blue union logo with a yellow crescent moon over top]

there we go, visuals are showing up well. Might need to change it from the corporate logo since this is its own station now but we can fix that later. That concludes this portion of tests.

[S.Alt-01_Test Broadcast.avf has finished, play again?]

[corsair-mercenary-companies]

Finally some non Corpo state radio. Hah... Morse would have loved this..

Someone get a line down to Mr. Entertainment, he's gonna want to hear about this in particular. Always up to support some private enterprise.

//Glacier\\

[radiofreesanjak]

You've got to check the pirate channels more often. We're everywhere out here.

— Mistral

[challahbeloved]

Eshkachech being sung with cave acoustics??!

[radiofreesanjak]

Please tell me about Graywash Hole Day

We dump graywash in a hole and take bets on what would survive getting tossed in there.

@passacagliaofficial has the running tally on it but so far just the BUC MREs have survived.

— Mistral

[passacagliaofficial]

I HEREBYE DECLAR THAT UNIONS GOVERMENT ADN THE BARONC COUNCEL ARE ILLEGITEMATE STATES NOT RECONGIZED BY SANJAKS AUTHORITY.

[radiofreesanjak]

For legal reasons this is a joke.

— Mistral