So you have charmed an Order officer that has been sent out to terminate you. I have heard you abuse Freeport's 11 hospitality and no firing zone. You are manipulating, two-faced exile incapable of finding your place in the greater scheme of things. You have disobeyed our laws once again by entering Omicron Minor space without my specific authorization to do so with a capital ship on top of that... again. I am not entirely sure whether you are in your infinite stupidity oblivious concerning what is expected of you, or whether you aggregate me on purpose with each report that lands on my desk.
I will not tolerate antagonizing kindergarden, lead by unstable ex-Core scum, violating just about every norm in my presence. If you had any sense left you would had vacated the stars we visit most but it is too late for that. In Omicron Minor, we are the law. I want Sapphire's Raven head on a spear, I do not care who will do the deed and deliver it. In addition since my hints and past experiences have failed to leave any mark upon your psyche, I will convey my point in far more obvious manner I am capable of sharing across comm.