Diplomatic Incidents

Captain's Log, 9.1.114
System: 5s-KXA


A diplomatic Incident occured involving the leader of the 'Space Violence' squad, ShutUpAndShave (aka SUAS), and the greater HBC. While the Majority of the HBC is technically nuetral to us, the SC and FC team have been asked not to actively seek out and engage them, as the leaders of the HBC, TEST and PL., are still our allies.

So, when SUAS led a fleet into delve to fight SoCo, when he came across a lone nuetral rifter 50 klicks off station, he warped his fleet onto it and attacked it
It died, but immediately fifty or sixty TEST pilots undocked and killed a great deal of his fleet.

One of our Diplos, Digi, was in the channel in seconds, demanding that SUAS reimburse all losses caused by his fleet to HBC members. SUAS, confused, refused.


And so SUAS is gone. A Standing ban has been issued. It is unclear how long it is for, but...
As leaders we must grow used to taking responsibility for our actions.

It is ironic that this is over a nuetral. Only in the CFC will you get in more trouble for shooting a nuetral than a blue. NBSI indeed.

In light of this, I've decided to take some time off of the fighting and work on padding my wallet a little more so next time I visit Mata I can take her to go do something special. After backseating for Roland Hova for nearly six hours, I've heard just about as much as I can take of sperg and asshole-speak. Seriously, fuck that guy. He'd be alright if he didn't say everything like you were an idiot.

That aside, UMI is ours. So is V7-. And GIH.
The shroud of the CFC has fallen over Tribute, and even as our enemies mass, an uneasy silence has settled over the region. There are no Ops planned, no fleets up for another eighteen hours. I don't like the quiet. It makes me worry that the enemy is planning something.


Furthermore, today I have felt.... ill. Not physically, but emotionally. A darkness has descended over my heart, some vile poison that touches my very soul. It started after I left Pator.

My instincts tell me something is looming on the horizon, something terrible. But I do not know what. my gut tells me I will be tested in the coming days, and I must not be found wanting. And so I now meditate here upon the mountainside overlooking the plains of the fifth planet here in 5s-. There is a little settlement at the base of the mountain here - a mining town with a startport, and not much else. It's people are simple folk, the trials of living beyond the borders of Empire space having hardened them, and made them distrusting of Capsuleers in particular.

Already my heart yearns to have Matariki by my side for this sight. But alas.

Camarus out.