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Coral here
Unfortunate things happened, gentlemen.
Please explain how it is possible, that your Legion pilots, well trained in combat and tactics, somehow managed to drag an ENTIRE COMBAD SQUAD of the god damn Navy to Ouray.
Please explain further, how it is possible, that MY men have to finish YOUR business while your kind is hiding at Ouray.
Your docking rights on Ouray have herewith been revoked.
Order your men to remove their ships and equipment from the station within the next 72 hours, from now on.
This is not negotiable.
Furthermore see this as the first and last warning.
Do NOT play with our trust in you.
That'd be all for now.
Coral, let's not get hasty here. I'll investigate this, and see what the hell happened. You have my sincere apologies for this obviously monumental cock-up. We in no way intend to damage the trust between us.
We'll get to the bottom of this and those responsible will be suitably disciplined. I hope that your order to vacate Ouray may be rescinded while we investigate.
Wainwright out.
All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.
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Coral here
I'm glad to hear that it's you, who's leading the investigations, Grand Admiral.
However, we're not willing to let your men cause damage to our installations, nor our people.
The revocation of your docking rights are intact until your investigations came to an end and the punishment fits our sense of justice.
Please excuse me now, Grand Admiral. We're busy people.
Just keep in mind that that we don't intend to break that little friendship we have because of some rookies fault.
Message understood, Coral. Orders have been passed to all Legionnaires ordering them not to dock on Ouray until such time as your sense of justice is satisfied.
Wainwright out.
All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.
Drumming his fingers on his desk, Alan Markson glanced idly over the most recent operation reports of Legion activity awaiting his attention while he sifted through previous reports. As he shuffled through older reports with a sigh, the title of a certain communications exchange caught his eye. Calling it up, he spent a few minutes scanning through it with a frown. This should have been resolved weeks ago.
Pulling up files related to the incident, Markson opened up a fresh new message packet and began to write.
I do not know why we have not been encountering as many of your ships as of late, and honestly, it isn't my place to ask why. I assume you have your reasons.
Still, I find myself needing to inquire about the status of our docking rights on Ouray.
The pilot responsible for the original incident has been reprimanded, and was temporarily transferred, as punishment, to the Home System Defense Fleet, where he was assigned the role of Sensor Network Operations Technicians(Foreign Object Analysis).
I doubt you are familiar with the role, so I will explain. You should be able to see why it would be considered punishment. The Sensor Network Operations Technicians are the men and women responsible for the security of our home system. They are not the only ones with this responsibility, but the work they do is the most time consuming. They are required to keep watch over the entire system, utilizing our advanced sensor equipment, and then feed data as necessary to all combat patrols in the system. Of these, the Foreign Object Analysis section is responsible for locating, analyzing, and monitoring all objects in the system that are not immediately identifiable as another vessel, or are not already flagged to be ignored like stellar bodies and many large asteroids.
Their task is a tedious one, requiring a great deal of discipline, as well as critical thinking and keen observation skills.
The pilot in question preformed this duty for a period of four weeks, and has been since reassigned to standard combat duties.
I hope this is acceptable.
~Lord Commander Alan Markson
Markson closed the transmission packet with a sigh, and sent it on its way, then flicked over to the waiting reports. The title of the third on one the list drew his eye.
LAST SUNRISE OPERATIONAL STATUS: GREEN
Characters Alan Markson: The Hellfire Legion's Lord Commander The Perihelion: Freeport Four's guardian, and yet much more. Missing and assumed Lost with all hands. Eric Dresmund: Junker, smuggler, thief. Last seen drunk on Beaumont Vayrn Wyard: IMG Recon pilot turned Neo-Terran Captain. Last location unknown
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Coral here
We're currently facing rough times, which, and you're correct here, you don't need to know about.
Lord Commander, we're glad you've found your black sheep.
The docking denial has been revoked.
Move on, Lord Commander.
And keep the black sheeps away from our bases this time.