OOC: Happy Holidays!

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Happy Holidays from Mitara, Aldrith, Shalee, Raphael, and Laerise.

OOC: Fun OOC quotes from corpmates

Yelan Zhou > /emote hammers against the Amarr stargate "noo let me in"
Yelan Zhou > I payed hundred of millions in taxes and now that........
Yelan Zhou > I demand transaction tax priority..........

Vaarun > aww...you guys are so sweet, I'm gonna puke a rainbow...

Shalee Lianne > im a bowl of fucking sunshine

Archbishop > the grass is always greener over the septic tank

Aldrith Shutaq > Oh dear Lord, we're out of caviar!

Shalee Lianne > oh yeah thats right
Shalee Lianne > youve unleashed the whine

This last one was over IM, when I uploaded Mitara's portrait as a buddy icon for MSN -

Raphael Saint > Now Mitty's judgmental stare can haunt me at night too!

A Great Day....?

Mitara sits in her study, looking out the viewport at the blanket of stars.  On the side table sits an almost empty bottle of whiskey, and a half full glass of the same.  After some time she speaks, still staring into the vastness...

Today the Empire saw it's greatest gains in the war to date.  Egamar, Aset, and Isbrabata are now occupied by the Imperial Navy. There is celebration among the loyalists, and our Caldari allies.

Who can blame them? Is it not a great day?

Mitara takes the glass from the table and drinks it down, draining it.

Eighteen months.  Our pilots have fought tooth and nail for eighteen months.  Over this time we've lost many systems. But we've always reclaimed them quickly. We've even managed to take, and hold for some time now, Siseide and Lantorn.

Our Caldari allies have been in the theatre for just a matter of weeks, and already have been able to expose three systems bunkers.

She shakes her head as she picks up the bottle and tops of her glass. Mitara takes a long drink before return both the bottle and glass to the table.

I don't understand how they were able to accomplish such a feat.  I've heard rumors they have high ranking contacts within the Republic, that their Navy has orders not to fire on them.  Or maybe someone in the Republic has flat out turned traitor to their cause. I do not know, nor do I care, the Empire is reclaiming it's space, that is what does matter.

But.... The Caldari... They are doing what we are supposed to be doing. What we have failed to do.

She picks up the glass with a look of disgust and finishes it before slamming back down onto the table.

This is our fight. Our war. We are the ones who are to bring Glory to God's Empire, not some godless ISK worshippers!

Her beeping datapad breaks her rant.

"CALL TO ARMS: GUKARLA VULNERABLE!"

She switches her datapad off, looking back out into space. Suddenly she grabs the bottle and hurls it against the viewport. The bottle shatters, and what little whiskey that remains slowly drips down the picture of pinpointed stars outside the viewport.  She turns and starts towards the door activating her communications implant...

Ready TEIS Upholder VIII...