Mike sighed and closed the channel. The incursion had not lasted long nor had he expected it to. There was a fight in full force and, oddly enough, the Sansha were not the target but the prize being fought over.
Incursion fighters had slowly drifted into communities. Some were language or cultural, others by the perceived skill or level (or style) of fit on the ship. Mike had flown with several different groups both to get to know them and to let them get to know him. Armor or shield, Logi, bunny, close range or sniper, it didn’t matter. Though he had backup FC’d now and again he did not have the patience (or the memory) to get ‘certified’ for any particular FC slot and was happy to be known as a guy who knew what to do and how to do it.
But if you form communities you also form differences. Different is bad. It is the stranger we don’t trust. The outsider who ‘doesn’t talk right’ or ‘smells funny’. Differences lead to distrust and different traditions lead to ‘doing it wrong’.
That had happened. A leader of one community had looted the wrecks of another groups wipe and taunted them with it. It was not the value but the principal of the action that infuriated the second group. They decided on a revenge.
There is an ancient idiom Cutting off the nose to spite the face. They decided to rush the conclusions of incursions anytime that the offending fleets formed in an HQ system thus prohibiting them form taking part in that aspect of the incursion. Oh the others would be fine, assault, vanguard and scout. Just not HQ. Since so much time is lost wandering from one incursion to the next then this would hit ALL concerned right in the pocketbook.
To an outsider it might look ridiculous. Accusations from both sides accused the other of juvenile behaviour. And that was fine. The side that had looted proclaimed their right to do so, There was no law to stop them. No court to appeal to. The other side did not care. They had decided that enough was enough.
There, right there. Did you see it?
That is where New Eden lived and breathed. Actions could/might have consequences. Just because there was no law, no rule, did NOT mean you could do as you pleased. Well, maybe you could until someone decided they would work at finding what stung and even if it hurt them or as another once said . . . .to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
It had not ended, yet. Maybe it never would. Other communities either took a side or acted independently and watched the battle. The Sansha probably only knew that their attacks were ended swifter than in the past. Met with stronger more determined foes.
Mike smiled. Seen from that angle the argument had a positive outlook.
Nope, I decided NOT to name names or link to argument pages.
Yup, I do take artistic license with the story/facts
Yes, Eve has consequences. I am VERY interested to see what the end result of this argument will be. I can see a few possible options but I don’t know which is the most likely.
Few more days and I hand out a Daredevil
Oh and thanks to the folks adding to my bounty. I hope I have not missed anyone with the thankyou letters
fly it like you won it