I find it exceedingly difficult to get anything done when your Sisters in the field consistently treat me with nothing but elitism and dismissal.
I was promised cooperation, only to get the brush-off. Unless you can come up with a very good reason for the behavior of your pilots in the field, this deal is off and I will be exacting my bloody vengeance.
It is clear to me that you have taken our "deal", only to use it as an excuse to have one less adversary as your transportation wing starts to outnumber your actual fighters in the air, turning you into Omicron Supply Industries with a dash of cardamine. Has this become the Chrysanthemum movement under your leadership, a group of near-silent Pilgrim Liners?
I was promised glorious battle, not silence from dismissive smugglers. Oh, I am sure there are Gen'an willing to go out and fight, but even they will just brush me off and do everything but tell me to my face that I am unwanted.
If I am so unwanted, it is clear you never intended to honor any bargain you could care to make with me. I have made of this what I have. Now it's up to you to say a few words to your rank and file.
Be warned: One more incidence of your pilots giving me the brush-off, knowingly and willfully, the sky will be alight with burning Pilgrim Liners, who will probably still not have said much on the way to their explosion. I have made a point of not provoking you, only for you to make a point of provoking me. This stops now, one way or the other.
A cease-fire? I was under the impression that we were all ultimately under the same roof, fighting the same enemies, and using the same equipment. Your choice of words does confirm to me that you indeed think yourself better than me, and that cease-fire talk means you were just gathering your strength to try and silence me for good. I joined the Chrysanthemums to get away from and/or smack down men like you.
What do you expect me to do, fall to my knees and lick your boots? This whole mess started because one of your pilots had a case of mistaken identity, and My Tribe Can Do No Wrong.
I guess I’ll have to do something nice for you to get back in your good graces though, so here’s a thought: I will simply cull the unworthy from your ranks in glorious combat. The ones that survive clearly deserve to be here, and the ones that don’t were too weak anyway.
If that doesn’t sound like a good idea, then pitch your own cooperative venture to me. Like it or not, you are the dominant power in the Sisterhood, and if we are to prevail, we’re going to have to remember who our real enemy is: The Blood DragonsZoners current conveniently monolithic people in power in Kusari.