Sender:Marco Morales To:Reincarnation Outpost Subject:Countdown To Your Doom Classification:Unrestricted
Perros Corsarios,
You've had your fun, running amok, thinking you own the damn place.
We're coming at you with everything we've got. It's time to decide: scatter like scared rats or go down with your little outpost. The countdown has begun. Your days of enjoying the view from that outpost are numbered.
┝┅{Sender:Commander Michela Calliente ┝┅{Recipient:Marco Morales - Director Alfa ┝┅{Location:Unidentified Location ┝┅{Message Type:Recording ┝┅{Subject:Countdown To Your Doom ┝┅{Encryption:High Signor Morales,
War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it. While I am tempted to mock you, I think that losing so many ships and lives should be a sufficient shame to live with. Considering I know for a fact that you are aware of Core’s true intentions and plans, it begs to wonder if you are truly incompetent or on their pay-roll? Regardless, your men and women have paid the ultimate price for your lack of vision and foresight.
More importantly, your predecessors signed a treaty with our Ravenna Nagash and Leon Vicci as a third party ratifier. An agreement that brought relative regional stability. Your leaders were wise enough to understand that sometimes it is better to work with one’s rivals rather than destroy them. You’ve trampled on this accord, when we could have renegotiated if necessary.
And what did you possibly think you would accomplish so far away from your homeworld? Even if you did win, you would only embolden and empower the Core at the cost of your fleets.
Perhaps this mistake would lead to some introspection and the realization that while Outcasts and Corsair fight and take losses - our mutual enemies profit. It’s only a matter of time before Core and the Bounty Hunter Guild make their move.