My family's trials and tribulations, within Sirius, began over 800 years ago with Hispania's final stop within Omicron Alpha. My, oh so many removed, Great Grandfather, OsoRojo I, was set adrift within Omega-11 due to his diplomatic vessel being intercepted by flesh-eaters of Crete. Fortunately, his pod was found by stoic Hessians and taken to Freital base....
Fast forward 800 years and my family still remains in the void, with my illustrious Uncle OsoRojo III commanding the H.S. Rancor (Rheinland BS-salvaged) to continue to take the fight to the Rhineland oppressors and the flesh-eaters of Crete. However, my father, OsoRojo II, took a more subtle route of trading, forming a vast trading empire termed the OsoRojo Trading Co, which spanned all of Sirius.
As of 816 A.S., my uncle has not been heard from. We assume he is giving the flesh-eaters hell, and my father was forced to commit suicide (815 A.S.) to remove the stain of dishonor as Commander of the Southern Alliance.
I, however, remain and my exploits have been cathartic to say the least........
Prepare thy selves Sirius, for I have returned!
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Comm ID: House of OsoRojo convoy 1 (HO-1)
To: Don OsoRojo
Greetings my Don,
It is with great pleasure to inform you of a bountiful harvest and its immediate arrival to destination #10025. Harvest went as expected and its arrival shall fill the House coffers to new heights, the envy of Midas himself. The only glitch to report is sporadic contacts at the limit of our sensors, but, other than this, our travels have been uneventful. May the orange haze prevail my Don!
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Comm ID: House of OsoRojo, Malta
To: Don OsoRojo, aboard [RoS]-OsoRojo
Greetings my Don,
All is in readiness, my Don, for your arrival for the annual audit of your House affairs. At the moment HO-1 is near its final destination as we speak. However, I must report some minor problems cropping up within your realm. As of this transmission the House is experiencing random power and computer glitches. We are tracing the problems, but, as yet, are unable to determine the cause. In addition, your outer reaches have not responded to routine communications. We have sent retainers to determine their lateness in reporting..."What?!"....."My Don we are under.....*****static***
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So many have I buried and will it end?!
All my lands and vessels lost!
I must determine those responsible, but who?
True the hand of the flesh-eaters are present, but they do not have the mental ability for such an attack alone.
This smells of more than carrion-eaters!
Overall, the Void still provides, though I am left only with my dutifull "Bumblebee." Regardless, she shall serve her purpose for this smells of frog!
Could my nemisis of old, Cardinal Richelieu, be behind this attack?!
I must retool for my next incarnation and rally what souls I can, for he will perish upon my blade at our final meeting.
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Comm ID: OsoRojo, House of OsoRojo, Malta
To: Omicron Alpha brethren
Greetings,
To follow form with function, I am informing my brethren of my future purchase of a flagship for my expanding house. At this moment, my eye is falling upon the vaunted Outcast destroyer. My history within Alpha is known to many, but to recap, I am in the process of rebuilding my lands, and fortunes, due to a brutal two-pronged attack spearheaded by flesheaters. Overall, my future purchase shall protect my, and my house's, interests, which have become varied and span all of Sirius.
