My family's trials and tribulations, within Sirius, began over 800 years ago with Hispania's final stop within Omicron Alpha. My, oh so many removed, Great Grandfather, OsoRojo I, was set adrift within Omega-11 due to his diplomatic vessel being intercepted by flesh-eaters of Crete. Fortunately, his pod was found by stoic Hessians and taken to Freital base....
Fast forward 800 years and my family still remains in the void, with my illustrious Uncle OsoRojo III commanding the H.S. Rancor (Rheinland BS-salvaged) to continue to take the fight to the Rhineland oppressors and the flesh-eaters of Crete. However, my father, OsoRojo II, took a more subtle route of trading, forming a vast trading empire termed the OsoRojo Trading Co, which spanned all of Sirius.
As of 816 A.S., my uncle has not been heard from. We assume he is giving the flesh-eaters hell, and my father was forced to commit suicide (815 A.S.) to remove the stain of dishonor as Commander of the Southern Alliance.
I, however, remain and my exploits have been cathartic to say the least........
It is with great pleasure to inform you of a bountiful harvest and its immediate arrival to destination #10025. Harvest went as expected and its arrival shall fill the House coffers to new heights, the envy of Midas himself. The only glitch to report is sporadic contacts at the limit of our sensors, but, other than this, our travels have been uneventful. May the orange haze prevail my Don!
All is in readiness, my Don, for your arrival for the annual audit of your House affairs. At the moment HO-1 is near its final destination as we speak. However, I must report some minor problems cropping up within your realm. As of this transmission the House is experiencing random power and computer glitches. We are tracing the problems, but, as yet, are unable to determine the cause. In addition, your outer reaches have not responded to routine communications. We have sent retainers to determine their lateness in reporting..."What?!"....."My Don we are under.....*****static***
HO-2 has completed its first circuit to #10025 and your treasury grows. It is unfortunate our loss has left us in this straight, but we are rebuilding by your design, quickly. Here is the list of products carried by your trading flagship;
Reconstruction of your planatation runs on schedule, my Don. Sadly, portions of your estate will never bear fruit due to the salting of atomics and chemicals having left the land barren. Curse the carrion-eaters! Fortunately, 55% is still available and is in full planting.
In addition, my Don, your fighter wing is now fully functional and awaiting your arrival on Lieden base for shakedown cruise. I hope it meets your requirements.
To follow form with function, I am informing my brethren of my future purchase of a flagship for my expanding house. At this moment, my eye is falling upon the vaunted Outcast destroyer. My history within Alpha is known to many, but to recap, I am in the process of rebuilding my lands, and fortunes, due to a brutal two-pronged attack spearheaded by flesheaters. Overall, my future purchase shall protect my, and my house's, interests, which have become varied and span all of Sirius.
My sabatical was refreshing and it is time to return to work. I shall require all summaries of business and conflict now. Prepare yourselves for I have returned.
Today's patrol of my forces yielded many satisfying results. As an Ad Hoc task force participant my forces helped clear out Sigma-13 of Bounty Hunters terrorizing the Orange haze trade route. They fielded a Battleship, Battle Cruiser, and a Destroyer. My forces removed the destroyer and my brethren gutted the rest. In addition, one of my brethren, Dragoon (I believe), was waylaided without warning by a Zoner in a Spatial! This could not stand and released my forces upon this "Starcraph!" He tried to rally help in the form of a fighter and a OrcaGB, but it availed him naught. All three were released into the void, with haste. So, I must inform my brethren of this Zoner who is ill.