Since it has long time ago been decided you are worth as much as your "mystical" baking powder, I will get to the point.
I know you relocated that worthless husk of metal known as Cookie Central across Omegas quite a few times. Now it is in Omega 11... for your misfortune, this area is not Order free. You and your mentally challenged companions wont be left alone until I see you unconditionally surrender before I stick your cold, dead heads on a Livadia shipyard.
Do note this extends to all of your Omicron 74 belongings as well. Your fifty thousand space "add water and leave for 5 minutes" marines are not going to save you either.
Its always nice to hear from you, I guess the nomad business isnt flowing as of yet, well I was waiting for this in all honesty. Comeone', Why would I take any offense of what you are saying when I could be doing something much more dangerous, like re-arranging my socks. On another note, You know those bed-bugs at the north? Looks like they dont like me for "assiting" the corsairs, go figure. How about we settle this in a game of chess, ya' know, like the old days.