Deterrence [DTR] - Message Dump

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Sender ID

Custos Imperii

Location

Omicron Gamma

Recipient

Deterrence Communication Network

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Hermanos y Hermanas,

The Core, those pinche arrogant bastards, thought they could just waltz into Kappa like they owned the place. Brought their Phoenix lapdogs with 'em too, thinking their fancy battlecruisers and shiny tech would make us roll over. Joke’s on them—we don’t kneel.

They didn’t just face us, though. The Technocracy and the AI turned on 'em too, and let me tell you, it was a slaughter. The CNS-Vis held the line like a damn fortress, and our bombers? They tore through the Core fleet like it was nothing. I was right in the middle of it, hermanos, my Gladiator weaving through the chaos, missiles flying everywhere. Saw a Phoenix gunship lining up on the Vis, and I didn’t even think—just sent two torpedoes straight into its side. Watched it split open like a rotten fruit. Felt good.

We were pushing 'em back, breaking their spirit. Then… the ION thing hit.

No idea what it was, but it wasn’t natural. One second, the battlefield’s all fire and noise, the next, everything just… shudders. Weapons flicker, shields drop for a second too long. Felt like the stars themselves were being pulled apart by something. Don’t know how else to describe it.

That was all the Core needed to turn tail and run. Cowards. They dragged what was left of their fleet with 'em, and the Phoenix? Scattered like the rats they are. The CNS-Vis stayed strong, though. Battered, but alive.

Me? Not so lucky.

Some Core bomber got a lucky shot in, hit my right engine. My Gladiator went dead, alarms screaming in my ears. Controls were useless—just drifting there, watching the battle move away. Felt like I was drowning, hermanos.

Then the Andorra showed up. Don’t know how they saw me in all that mess, but they did. Grappling lines locked onto my hull, and they dragged me out before the Core could finish me off. I owe those guys my life.

After the fight, we sent a CRV to track the ION readings. Whatever caused that… it wasn’t random. Pulses are coming from deep in the system, somewhere we haven’t even mapped yet. We’ll find it, though. And if something’s out there watching? Let 'em see what happens when you mess with the Corsairs.

For the Imperio. For our blood. For our honor.

Custos Imperii | Cimitarra Company

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