In a mere 48 hours, the GTD Intrepid and its cohort will emerge from subspace into Antares. We citizens will be able to look out and witness the mighty hulls and sleek frames of warships and fightercraft blotting out the stars surrounding our home. We are assured, of course, that these actions are in the interests of the people.

Much like a dehydrated child slicking back their hair with the waters of an oasis, this act of chest-thumping is little more than a bandage misapplied to the shallow graze of sparse piracy instead of the deep, seeping cut in Antares's heart. The Intrepid's battlegroup is simple outward vanity, an upkeep of appearances; the politician's equivalent of progress.

Has the GTA not grown tired of this conflict after one-and-a-half decades? Have the losses suffered by its citizens in all its systems, not to mention the loss of Earth, our ancestral home, not humbled the Security Council? Antares is a field of soil from which all crops have been sapped. We need new seeds of economic growth if we are to survive the aftermath of the Great War. 

The GTA offers Admiral Po of the Intrepid as a knight in shining armour to save us from the clutches of smugglers and brigands. Time will tell whether he proves to be the saviour they promise.

By: Kalev Ehin
Date: 7/6/2336
kalev.ehin@gulnaranet.gta
