The time has come.
With the Corporate Protectorate gaining a foothold near the core, a flurry of encrypted diplomatic messages has been passed back and forth between Consul Ari Zanareth and her loyal Commanders.
They turn their eyes to their largest threat, the Core Imperial Confederation.
They are growing too fast and with too many resources at their disposal. The Starving Corporate War-Machine want's those prizes...
The Protectorate will lurk no more in the shadows under the threat of a Preemptive strike...
Pellaeon Doctrine be damned, we will have the Core or Die trying....
CIC
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
16 SEP 19
WE ARE COMING FOR YOU....
ALLIES:
CIC
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TCP
DEFENSIVE STRONGHOLD; NONE ALLOWED.
RULE SET:
We would like to propose a 10km Fleet limit per Writer.