Identification: Taskmaster Harold Kane Affiliation: Natio Octavarium, Fourth Fleet
To: Internal Affairs Visibility:Fleet and Intelligence Only
Subject: A big party Encryption:High Location: Melbourne Station, Tau-44
Tau-44 was busy today. Very busy.
We're going to need to establish some policy wherein people keep their shooting outside of the Makassar field. Frankly, I don't give a damn if the Maltese blow up some Liberty spooks in our system -- honestly, it's nice of them to free us from the task -- but starting next to Canberra and then baiting them 10+ K away from the station is a bit close for comfort.
We're also going to need to establish a policy about keeping god damned foreign warships outside of the Makassar field. I don't mind the occasional social call from Leviathan or Jonathan Kalh, but two Auxesian flagships and later the Amenhotep right next to Canberra? That's a bit much.
In case our lives needed to be any more of a collective "walks into a bar" joke, today's count of excitement included no less than a half dozen Natio pilots, civilian and fleet, variously over the course of five hours, an Amalfi fighter that came in to mop up two Agency 404 LSF spooks, two Corse pilots, one of whom was put out of action by aforementioned Amalfi fighter when they got a bit too close and touchy, two Auxesian flagships (the Bullhead-class Eidolon Wraith and the Osiris-class Andraste), the Amenhotep, two Ouroboros ships, an Ando bomber, at one point a god damned Ando Togo, a THP Gallic fighter, two SIS agents, a couple Junkers, a couple freelancers, Erich fuckmothering Klugmann, and a researcher that almost got blown to smithereens and caused a three-way standoff because of its blue and glowy cargo before they decided to go with the Auxesian flag and leave the system together.
In summary, we've probably at least slightly soured our relationship with the Auxesians and Liberty, though I'm not particularly sure I care about the latter, had two intelligence agencies at our doorstep, almost got in multiple fights, ignored an Amalfi fighter blowing a couple LSF agents to smithereens in our space, probably scared a number of our civilians half to death, possibly got a line on more fresh Gallic wine, and more or less assuredly got us in deeper with the SIS.