To: <"Xeno Alliance communications">
Reg: ""<Getting your Berings>""
Effective immediately I am suspending operations in the Bering theatre. I understand that patriotism at the end of a charged particle-cannon is a compelling way to spend an uneventful evening, but let's acknowledge some cold hard facts.
So long as there's a concentration of more concerning threats to Liberty in the system of Bering, they'll elect to ignore us. I think you've noticed the sharp decline in heat we receive, this is good, it gives us room to breathe and focus. There's a time and place for guns-blazing, just not as the Republic's expendable militia.
I have no idea what Auxesian patrols are doing on this side of Liberty, but I don't care. They seem to be resolving themselves as a potential threat by being outnumbered in regards to capital assets. They could learn a thing or two from us, bigger ships just means you've got more on the line and a bigger bullseye on your ass.
Let the Security Force, boys in spandex and the failed poets kill each other. Instead, I want a focus on the system of Texas. We stand to make a few power-plays in the midst of all this chaos. More specifically, I need you madmen to recon the system thoroughly and find me a secure location for a station. The boys on Beckley would be more useful outside the fortress of Virginia.
I'll see what other crafty schemes I can come up with. Just remember that the margin for error isn't particularly generous, least of all for us.