To: Miss Olga Drsnova and the generic Xi'an pilot

[Backo]

.:[Incoming Transmission]:.
.:[Comm ID: [color=#CC6600]Gregory Tessier]:.
.:[Location: [color=#CC6600]Omicron Theta]:.

I sold my soul for credits, your pilots sold theirs to the devil who tells them they won't actually die in vain for something that will never happen. Shame those MILs had to learn that the hard way, when trying to defend your glorious ship. Also, if failing to keep your ship alive is something you'd earn a medal for, I can barely imagine the celebrations that happen when you actually do return victorious.

And yes, indeed it took "forever" for our "best" pilots to catch and destroy the ship. It's really hard work chasing a running capital ship across two systems without even packing a cruise disruptor. Funnily enough, it takes little planning to actually ambush your ships properly, once they actually get out of their hideout system, the all glorious Omega-52. I hope you're all not hiding because you're scared of the Reavers, who also claim on your lovely heads?

But let's rather talk on why even in the deep bowel of your lair, the glorious Omicron Vargas, as it was recently renamed, according to one of the Corsairs who had the pleasure to scrap your Havana, there weren't any proper reinforcements? Were you all busy listening to reruns of Lenin's speeches? Or perhaps singing your anthem? And of course the other thing that kept me wondering, the lovely miss Olga, where did she go? I sure hope you didn't execute her after finding out she led us to two of your installations in her attempts to desert the battle on the home front. I'm not too good with history, but I'm sure such acts were rewarded with death. What happened to the all great "If you will not serve me in battle, you will serve on the firing line"? It was the only thing that made commissars like you something the soldiers fear.

Or maybe they don't even fear you at all? Seeing that nice suit, I wonder if they think to themselves if you really have what it takes to stare at the enemies as they get closer and closer, ready to impale you in the rain of plasma fire? Or maybe they know you're one of those cowards that hides under the office desk?

Really, do tell.

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