Hola, hermanos y hermanas.
This report will be somewhat unusual for me. Normally, the Imperio commands me to take part in our gloriosas batallas, to lead men and ships where fire and blood decide the fate of systems. Yet after the day when we secured Omicron Theta - and honored with full honor y seriedad our contract with MFE - my vessel was entrusted to the hands of the Tripoli shipwrights. The Diablo Nox rests there now, undergoing the maintenance worthy of a warship that has seen so much sangre spilled for Crete.
Thus my duty was redirected, not to command the flames of battle, but to serve the Imperio through another path: logística. I was given command of one of the largest vessels we possess, the Deterrence Barge.
The mission was simple in words, yet immense in weight - to gather scrap metal from the forges of Tripoli and deliver it to the smelters of our Sanctum. But I must confess, hermanos, that the shipyard’s capacidad is stretched far beyond its limits. The wrecks of enemy fleets - Outcast, Core, Hessian - lie broken in Omicron Gamma, trophies of their arrogance, yet also a burden to dismantle. Perhaps it is time to extend Tripoli’s reach, for I have no doubt more wrecks will come soon, drawn by their own foolish destino.
There was also an encounter worth noting: an AI vessel called “WALL-E.” Normally, we know what must be done when such machines enter our space, after the recent actions of their kind. Yet this one was… different. I will send a separate report concerning this strange meeting, so the Imperio may judge how to proceed.
For now, my delivery to the Sanctum smelters is complete. My crew and I prepare to return to our trusted ship, the Diablo Nox, once she emerges renewed from Tripoli’s docks.
Until next time, amigos y amigas. May we always carry forward with honor, sangre y determinación.