Although I am confident ocean cuttlefish are joyful not to be in space, that does us little good against the unseen threat to our civilization.
Because I agree Civire traits will do well against that threat, a few weeks ago I engaged an orphan of that denomination and connected her with Federal Customs agents in Luminaire. They are orbiting Caldari Prime in a station which contains, among other things, the priceless wormhole biological samples given to me by a generous woman named (with fabulous appropriateness) Gaia.
As mentioned in conversation with Diana sweetie, Luminaire will be the first member of the AbsoluteSafety™ Drone Dome Shopping District (ASDDSD), and therefore represents the perfect place to mix customs agent peanut butter with Civire-trained sniper chocolate.
The customs agents have requested an uncomfortable number of missions involving Mordu’s Legion. That’s regrettable, given the greater context. I tell my Civire orphan she can just decline the requests. But shooting targets chosen by authorities, regardless of who the targets or authorities are, does seem to come naturally to the Civire population.
I’m sure everything will work out.
Just yesterday, the authorities selected narcotics traffickers as targets instead of mercenaries. In one instance, my Civire orphan was asked to intercept a Serpent convoy carrying snake people terrorists. In Luminaire! The nerve. In another instance, she was tasked with blowing up an unlicensed pharmaceutical operation of that same organization.
After neutralizing the convoy, she recovered twice as many terrorists as the customs agents were expecting. They allowed her to keep half of them. That half was transferred to me, on account of my greater experience in the domain of providing hangar accommodation services. After neutralizing the unlicensed pharmaceutical operation, my orphan rather unexpectedly recovered several crates of holo reels from the wreckage.
I wonder what stories these snake terrorists and holo reels might tell about current events.
Speaking of current events, I like campaign posters so much, I just had to have one:
I wanted to highlight not only the deep bonds of mutual affection with my Sisterhood, but my growing admiration for Jin-Mei culture. It distresses me more and more that I was not born a genetically engineered professor of bureaucratics. What my opponent has called “clown makeup,” however, is in fact related to an ancient art form shared by both the Jin-Mei and Caldari cultures.
97 out of 100 anthropologists agree the two civilizations share at least one common ancestor. Of course, my opponent is a washed up hustler with addiction issues, so it goes without saying he would be unfamiliar with the traditions of societies which place premiums on order.
Did you realize that if you draw out the first syllable of “order” it sounds like “ore?” As I understand it from eavesdropping on Snowflake sweetie, miners are the foundation of the Federation, its bedrock, and as one of the fuzziest teddy bears in space, I am first and foremost a miner.
If you play games with the second syllable of “order,” you can make it into “dur.” As in “durable.”
In that way, “order” becomes a symbol of the genome behind the Federation Itself.