Sender: Captain Julio Perez, Callsign: Serpiente Location: grand caravan galleon ''Buonocore'' Encryption:Strongissimo Recipient:The Corsair Brotherhood Topic: Merchantile Mission Report
Buenos dias hermanos y hermanas
The last few days I had the honour of captaining the interstellar grand caravan galleon "Buonocore".
It was my first time being the highest officer on a ship of this size, though I have commanded a Gunboat before.
Although this was not her maiden voyage, without a designated capitan the ''Buonocore'' sees few far trips across Sirius.
So with a generous startup fund provided by Elder Gutierrez, I managed to acquire a hefty shipment of artifacts.
I have made sure to buy these from several sources, as to distribute the credits fairly amongst the merchant guilds of Creta.
With our shipment secure in the belly of the beast, we made our exit from orbit.
I instructed the helmsman to chart our course through Bretonia, passing via Castile to Andalusia, and then onward to Cambridge.
The journey was bustling with traffic, predominantly other merchant ships operating under Zoner IFF.
The galleon proved its mettle under pressure, especially as we navigated a chaotic ion storm within the Grasmere Ice Cloud.
Once the storm subsided, we ventured far beyond the cloud and made our jump to the New London System through a jumphole in the Newcastle Asteroid Field.
As we flew well beyond scanner range of Bretonian installations the crew and I had a moment of rest.
I reflected on the namesake of this remarkable ship, the Elder Buonocore, pondering where he might be hiding in the vast expanse of Sirius.
Since he departed on his pleasure barge—taking with him much of the Brotherhood's gold reserves—we have seen no sign of him.
Though some despise him, many, including the crew aboard this vessel, still hold him in high regard.
His daughter, Eliza Buonocore, shares a similar fate. Both are considered traitors to the empire,
yet they are celebrated by countless Corsairs and some high-ranking officials alike. I could ramble on about the other Elders;
it's a particular interest of mine.
Elder Montoya, the valiant defender of Omicron Theta.
Elder Maniaco, the legendary conquistador!
Elder Sephardi, whose reforms significantly strengthened the Brotherhood against the Nomad threat!
I could go on endlessly—how fascinating it is to think that some among us may have once flown alongside them!
This diversion kept me entertained throughout our journey to Liberty, as the crew expertly managed the ship without my oversight,
allowing me to immerse myself in historical scriptures about their lives.
After a lengthy voyage, we reached the Junker base "Rochester" in the New York system.
I had envisioned the place as larger and less of a junkyard.
We struck a favorable deal for our cargo, using the profits to procure much-needed medicines for our return to the empire.
The helmsman plotted the same route back, and we followed without incident. Naturally, we sold our cargo for a handsome profit at Rhodes Shipyard.
Overall, this long voyage provided ample time to reflect on our history and experience a slice of the universe beyond our Corsair Empire.
I find enjoyment in my role as capitan, at least for the time being.
It certainly feels different than sitting in the cockpit; for one, I don’t have to pee in a bottle when the need arises.
There’s so much space and so much to do while commanding a ship like this one.
I do hope I made the Brotherhood, and the crew of the Buonocore proud on my first active duty trip as a Capitan.
Yesterday's border patrol resulted in several engagements.
Santa Muerte will be most pleased with the blood sacrifices.
It all started when we interdicted a foreign built heavy frigate near the Creta jumphole in the Napo Cloud of Ionia.
Its capitan, a certain Samuel Fuentes -who flew under a OS&C transponder- claimed to be of Corsair blood and on his way to visit familia in Malia, Creta.
Naturally I had to remind him to have his paperwork in order, since flying a heavy frigate of Libertonian design into the heartland could turn some heads.
Elder Gutierrez soon joined us, with the DTR cruiser Garras de Gatito close behind him.
As Guiterrez took over the conversation with the Capitan of the exotic Frigate, we noticed two blips on our scanners, closing in fast.
One was that of a Rheinland fighter, and the other was a small, agile nomchado.
Initially I assumed this Rheinlander was lost, perhaps accidentally finding himself triggering the ire of a school of the blue calamari,
though his behaviour was off, he was very aggressive, and his brains were clearly rotted with nomchado infection.
Initially the capitans of both the Cruiser and the Frigate fired off some defensive shots, but we managed to lure the enemy away from these ships.
It became clear to us, that there was more honour to be gained by facing this Rheinlander and his alien pet in a pitched battle.
After a short dogfight, both threats were eliminated.
With that taken care of, we escorted the Capitan along his journey, so he could visit his familia, and get the needed paperwork in order.
I retired myself on Ciutadella Outpost located in the Omicron Kappa system.
The reason I am sending this message is, I leave my post as Elder of The Brotherhood and from this date, until I decide otherwise, consider me gone. If someone is against my choice, then, you know what to do.
Let us dispense with pleasantries and get to the heart of the matter. Time is not on our side, and neither are our enemies.
I am pleased to inform you that, following intense deliberations, Elder Gutierrez and I have reached an agreement. As is my rightful place under Corsair law, I will once again stand as a voice of the Brotherhood within the Council of Elders. Let this be a testament to what is just and what is due in the governance of our Imperio.
Yet, as always, destiny does not grant us respite. Even as the ink dried on our renewed pact, a plea for aid reached us from High Elder Eurico Rivera. The Penitence, that proud symbol of Corsair might, had fallen into a trap laid by the Red Hessian dogs and was encircled deep within Rheinland. The ship faced annihilation. It was clear that a daring plan was required to save her. I acted without hesitation. Elder Gutierrez commanded El Cazadora and joined the relief armada dispatched from Petra Base. Meanwhile, I boarded my private yacht, utilizing its advanced cloaking systems to infiltrate the enemy's net.
Once aboard the Penitence, I joined the tactical operations, lending my expertise to ensure every maneuver and engagement served its purpose with precision. The Capitan and crew fought valiantly, though fate would soon test our resolve with a catastrophic jump drive failure that left us vulnerable.
Yet we Corsairs do not falter in the face of adversity! Through Ventru blood and fire, we linked with the relief armada, whose ranks were filled with the best and bravest Corsair warriors: Brotherhood, Deterrence, Sails, and many more. Together, we forged a path through hell itself: Rheinland, the Sigmas, and the Omicrons, battling Red Hessians, the Rheinland Navy, Outcasts, and even Zoners who dared to stand in our way!
However, glory always comes at a cost. The Penitence now lies crippled, barely clinging to life in the NFZ of Freeport 9. Its hull bears wounds the size of gunboats; its propulsion, weapons, and life support systems lie in ruin. Its Capitan, a true Corsair hero, nearly gave his life in a final act of sacrifice, ejecting the power core to prevent a meltdown that could have consumed the entire ship.
It is a bitter blow to our Imperio. The offensive in Rheinland, a senseless campaign I have long criticized as reckless and wasteful, will now grind to a halt. And yet, in our darkest hour, there is still light. The blood spilled today will not be in vain. The families of our fallen warriors will be cared for, their names etched into the annals of history as examples of true devotion. Santa Muerte herself has surely smiled upon their valor.
Now, compañeros y compañeras, we must look to the future. The Penitence, our proud ship, may find itself confined to Tripoli for weeks, even months. who can truly say the full extent of the damage? But let me make this clear: we will not sit idle. We will not lick our wounds and rest. No. Today’s battle proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that we Corsairs are at our zenith in battle, that we are strongest when we stand united as one.
Our task is clear: we must unite the familias and clans. We must bring strength and clarity to the Council of Elders. And we, as the Corsair Brotherhood, must stand at the forefront of this effort, leading by example, shaping the future with our own hands.
¡Viva el Imperio! ¡Viva los Corsarios! ¡Viva Penitence!
-Elder Juanez Gonzalez Perez Aguilar Garcia De la Santa Maria Buonocore
Listen closely, I have a very important mission for Battlegroup Creta:
Increase your patrols in Omicron Theta. We are looking for Zoner Jerard Voncloud. His ship was destroyed recently, and we have no word on his whereabouts. He could be floating in an escape pod, taken prisoner, or even dead. Whatever the case may be, we need information. This hombre is quite important for our operations in the system. What is more important is that it looks like we are looking for him.
I need you to act with caution, but with intent. Do not engage any Zoner targets unless the following conditions are met:
You are acting in self-defense.
The target is from the Phoenix group. If you are to engage them, make sure it looks like you acted in self defense. We must isolate these Phoenix Zoners from the others, and we need to capture evidence of their hostility towards Corsair assets. If you have to fabricate it to get it done, do so. I don’t care how, just make it happen.
The Brotherhood will pay one million credits for each Phoenix ship you destroy, up to a total of five (5) ships. This is a serious reward, but remember: This is about the bigger picture. We are on a search and rescue mission, yes, but we are also there to deliver a message to Phoenix, influence the public opinion, and keep it on our side.
We do not wish to destroy Phoenix, but keep them weak, in conflict. In the future, they will provide a good distraction for payasos like the Sails to shoot at, they deserve each other.
Do not disappoint the Brotherhood, muchachos. We need results.
Good hunting.
-Elder Juanez Gonzalez Perez Aguilar Garcia De la Santa Maria Buonocore
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