Transmitting. Order Signal. Recon Pilot. Callsign: Jester.
Rubbing his hands together vigorously, he would exhale a fog of shakey breath as his muscles shivered. He'd lean back into his fighter's seat and sigh, a dull glow of green reflecting from his helmet's blackened visor.
"I believe we didn't lose but one vessel, if I recall. If anything, your fighting was on par with a patrol of Nomads after you blow apart their mindnode ship. Erratic, out of control, unable to focus. Command's put the call out on you and your pathetic bunch. How about you scurry back on the far side of Sirius, and keep far away from the Order, unless you're a masochistic prick who enjoys being beaten by people who shoot back."
Lifting a fist to pound the big red off button, he gives a pause and mutters.
"Kudos for pissing off the Primary Fleet."
He slams the off button.
My honest reaction upon reading the forums, whenever I rarely do. Joe Kucan, he's the man.