Filed by: Guild Master Vahl
Date: 7-10-817
Subject: Words of Fire
Griff Vahl here,
Sitting behind a desk just isnt my thing.
Most of you know that by now, but Ill say it again. My position allows me that luxury, but I would have it any other way. Any day. My love for the Sigmas runs deep. I cant sit around all day when theres action and beauty to behold in space.
Back to business: I hopped in my Viper and took a lazy orbit near the Ogashawa. Surveying the nebulae is always a great form of relaxation for me. Swirling trails of azure haze Maybe its a miner thing, but its beautiful all the same. In the meantime, it didnt take long for something to happen.
Dreamer. An Outcast IFFd and IDd Heavy Tanker showed on my scanners, and I scanned his hold once he was in range.
Slaves. A full compliment
Though he showed no hostility to our establishment, my heart dropped. Almost 5000 people, being carted off to die on the Outcast home world. When do we turn a blind eye? When do we fight for justice? Thats something - as long as I will lead part of the GMG that I will never fully understand.
I kindly gave him a warning not to use the Sigmas for his dirty trade, but he showed immediate disrespect and hostility, stating that the Outcasts would annihilate the Gas Miners Guild. Idle threats from a loudmouthed smuggler. I simply repeated the warning, and told him to move along.
It didnt seem to be enough. My craft is simply now fitted out to combat such a heavily armored vessel. Used for trade or not, the Heavy Tanker possesses devastating firepower, and I would have been routed. I proceeded back to the Ogashawa, with Dreamer continuing his childish threats and mocking remarks of my withdrawal. Its a shame I wasnt younger, I probably would have let the mans words get the best of me. But thats not how I work. If he wants to throw verbal arrows at me, so be it. I have no qualms with that. Ive been around too long for those things to affect my ego. Of course, hell understand the power of the GMG when his time comes.