News from an old foe...
Toweling himself off, Garreck emerged from his shower room. So glorious, that steam bath... It was one of the few cultural luxuries he afforded himself. Garreck had spent a fair amount of isk to have a traditional Gallente bath installed in his quarters at Oris station, and after days-long deployments, he realized he would gladly have payed twice as much.
A few short strides brought him into his office, a deceptively plain room, (by Gallente standards,) true to reserved Amarrian design. In fact, this was one of Blacksheep's primary hubs of communication. Garreck walked over to his desk, absent mindedly logging on to his comm terminal to check for any messages. As Nayr's executive officer, Garreck handled much of Blacksheep's external affairs, and most communications aimed at the squadron came through his terminal.
hmph...just one new message today. Perhaps a friendly note from Omadon? Garreck still maintained close ties to his old mining partner.
But this was not a message from an old friend. It was from an old enemy. DeT's friendly and professional prose was most familiar, but the heart of the message was most disconcerting:
I bring you tidings as one former enemy to another. The relations between the Amarr and the Minmatar waines and slackens as time goes on. We too are aware of our allies engaging the evil forces of the Amarrian empire on our borders and deep within Amarrian space.
However, we grow weary of the presence of these battles taking place on our borders and thus feel under direct threat as war rages along our trade routes. On a number of occassions, our fleets have been locked in a bid to encourage return fire.
I wish to inform you that our defensive patrols have been stepped up to defend our borders - we will no longer be held responsbile for actions which we beleive are in the best interests and the safety of our people and of our allies.
SMaK Enterprises CEO
Director of Finance
PRM CEO Council Member_
Garreck's eyebrows furrowed. That was awefuly bold. It wasn't but 2 weeks back that reports had come of a Smak pilot sniping at Nayr and Tury in low security space! It was only natural that the Squadron was jumpy around Smak vessels. Blacksheep pilots targetting Smak members, reports of a Smak pilot shooting at my men...tensions are building once again. It wasn't unexpected.
Garreck eased into his chair and turned to the far wall to gaze at the glorious view of Oris hanging against the backdrop of space. Living quarters with a view of the planet were a precious commodity, one which Garreck could not afford. But war stories shared with a Ni-Kunni technician over a bottle of spiced wine had resulted in the acquisition of a very large holoscreen tapped into one of the station's external cameras. As he watched the deep blue of the planet's oceans rotating lazily by, he considered this message.
It would be a simple matter to call his pilots together and ask them to back it off a knotch. Blacksheep were doggedly relentless in combat, and fought with almost barbaric tenacity...but they were professionals. Targetting random vessels was a breach in discipline. A well composed letter to DeT couldn't hurt either - he was a reasonable man, after all. But would that really solve anything?
Sighing deeply, Garreck stood once again, and began pacing. This was tension that had been building for a long time. A recent war with Smak already kept both parties on edge in eachother's presence. And now the squadron's involvement with PIE had thrust Blacksheep into direct conflict with any Minmatar freedom fighter worthy of the name. Temporary measures to ease tension with Smak Enterprises would be...well, temporary. Latest intel indicated Smak was stepping up as a leader in the Minmatar fight for freedom - in their own way. Conflict was inevitable. PIE did not have patience for half measures, and neither did Garreck, really. His feet were firmly on the path, and he and his men had to stay the course.
Garreck looked to his desk, to the message glowing on the screen. He hesitated, pondering whether or not to respond. Hmph. It'll keep for now. Fancy words won't halt the storm that's coming... Instead he turned and walked to a wall mounted intra-station comm unit and contacted Turyleon Caddarn. This could get interesting.
[ooc] hope this is the proper forum for this sort of thing. I don't write nearly enough, but I'm ever trying to expand my roleplay horizons...[ooc]
I noticed SMAK ships spying for the Minnies a few nights ago and also have good information they are in a Minmatar pact with PFOM, Partwa Ra, Matari Backbone and others...
The terrorists are growing bold and gathering their forces...
I urge you, my brethren, to consider making use of our unoccupied war slots.
That would not be news though
Garreck, I salute your service to the Empire. By God's will shall we fly side by side again, for God and Empire!