FROM: High Elder Eurico Rivera, Coundil of Elders TO: All Corsair Commanders
Proud Warriors of Crete,
The trials of recent years have driven our forces in the Omegas to a crossroads, and we must decide on our next move. The battlecruiser Penitence, after our triumphant campaigns in Omicron Theta, has been entirely encircled by Hessian forces must attempt an immediate break-out to avoid being destroyed. Disappointing, yes -- but we always knew the risks since we withdrew reserves from this system. Our enemies have gained an upper hand here, and there is little we can do about it right now. The only vessels close enough to respond in time are the nearby Sigma base defence garrisons.
We have three difficult options in front of us:
Order the Penitence group to break out without additional support, accepting the high risk of severe damage -- or outright loss -- of the ship.
Reinforce from Lagos Depot. Lagos suppresses GMG attacks on the Artifact trade, and coordinates raids on the lucrative Sigma trade corridor.
Reinforce from Petra Base. Petra is the launching point for our raids into northern Rheinland, and a final waypoint for Artifact sales to the Unioners.
I want to hear from you, my fellow warriors. Which option will hurt the Imperio the least?
High Elder Eurico Rivera
Council of Elders, Planet Crete
Saludos Elder Rivera.
I believe supporting the Penitence is of extreme importance, I must ask in which direction are we planning on retreating the ship? If we can retreat it to Omega-48 and repair the ship on Casablanca, the Penitence can help reinforce the precarious position the Athos now lies in. I must also ask of Omega-5, are we not close to breaking through Ronneburgs pathetic garrison? What will come of that with our retreat?
As for the courses of action that you have laid out, I would say we use our forces at Petra, and move them to support the Penitence. Petra faces no trial at this time, and is less important for maintaining our supply lines or operations in the Sigmas then Lagos is. If Petra then comes under attack, we can hope we will be in a much better position to defend it.
So this is my complete suggestion as Crete's servant;
We send Petra's forces to help cover Penitence's retreat from the clutches of the Hessians
We move Penitence to Casablanca for repairs, it can temporarily support our operations there
When the ship is fully capable we use it and the Battlecruiser Krk to strike at the Battleship Zuschen
Alternatively we can allow the Zuschen to persist for a time longer and use our forces to strike Dublin and Omicron Kappa, though this risks resetting our gains in Omega-5.
Amigos, whatever the outcome; to sacrifices ones self for Crete is the greatest honor one can have, our names will be remembered by those who shall live in the glorious empire we build! Song and books shall recant our stories and battles for ages to come! We shall crush our enemies beneath our heel, this has already been decided, whether Penitence lives on or dies in glory.
Rodrigo Tejada : [USER-ID] Imperio del Corsario ~~
High Elder Eurico Rivera : [RECEIVER-ID] Council of Elders ~~
Buen día, Gran Anciano,
There is great wisdom in seeking the voice of one's lessers, and I am honored to provide mine.
Si, the Penitence's deployment to the heart of the Hessian lair was always a dangerous play, but a friendly post in the heart of the storm is an invaluable resource. One we've exploited time and time again.
If the option to withdraw them is there, then honor demands that we follow through. To lose such an asset, and such experienced people, would be a far greater blow to the Imperio than anything the pitiful gas miners could do to our trading operations in the Sigmas. We owe it to our warriors to bring them home, alive or no, and if bringing about their extraction results in many dead Hessians, then all the better.
My men and I will be ready for whatever the Council chooses, regardless. We await your word.
Al servicio del Imperio.
Rodrigo Tejada ~~
Capitán de la Flota de Creta----
C.N.S. Marbella----
So this is the first time I hear your voice. Tell me, hermano, is the seat comfortable?
I believe I’ve heard of your familia before. Aren’t your roots in Manzanares? Or was it Malagón? One of those shantytowns on the periphery, no?
It hardly matters. We should celebrate, after all. For you are walking proof that in our Imperio, even those born with dirt under their nails and little success to their name can climb high enough to place a crown on their own head. Become a ''high'' Elder. Make all the hard decisions.
Claro, it’s made easier when the rest of the Elders sit idle, picking their noses, twiddling their thumbs, and too wrapped in their own ambitions to remember that it is the Council of Elders that holds the empire together.
You know who I am.
Some in your position might see me as a threat. But listen closely muchaco, I do not hunger for power. I’ve worn those shoes you now walk in. Half my life spent fighting to wear them, and when the time came, I took them off myself. I walked barefoot for a time. It opened my eyes to things beyond the borders of our Imperio. And now I return: older, wiser, más fuerte.
But what do I find?
I find men like you gutting the Imperio to line the pockets of their compañeros, coffers filled to the brim with Bretonian gold turned into coffins filled with Corsair sons and daughters, slaughtered in that godforsaken Rheinland. Skyelius made that mistake. Sephardi too. I put an end to it once. Yet , in my absence, I see the same beast of ambition raised its ugly head once more. Claro, this disgusts me. But still, I am here. Not for you. Not for the Council. For the Corsair people. They deserve more than mere reaction, they deserve leaders who shape the future with their own hands. I gave them that once even though now I return to find my life’s work in ruins.
Enough of the cháchara.
You need help. That much is obvious. And there is no man in this Imperio better suited to oversee this retreat than me. I will not waste breath on the options you speak of. I’ve led retreats that have been sold as victories, campaigns that left scars on our enemies long after we withdrew. Ask anyone who was there for the last days of Gran Canaria: they will remember Battlegroup Magreb. I led them. I bled with them. And I delivered them home. Not in coffins, but with pockets filled to the brim with Bretonian gold.
I will assist the Penitence’s escape. My yacht will slip through the Hessian net, and and once aboard the Penitence, I will stand beside her Capitan in the tactical room, overseeing fleet movements and putting my years of experience to work, so he can focus on commanding the ship. I may even bring a few Brotherhood pilots who remain loyal to me.
As for the choice? Let the people decide. I am both their shepherd and their humble servant. But make no mistake, Rivera. When this is over, you will owe me. And when I return, I will reclaim my seat at the Council. Por las buenas… o por las malas.
I’d rather not damage those beautiful Council doors again. I trust you’ll have a chair ready next time we meet.
-Elder Juanez Gonzalez Perez Aguilar Garcia De la Santa Maria Buonocore